Chapter 4: Never Too Much Water

I trudged to the top of the slides. The view on the grass kept drawing my eye; the girls in bright skimpy swimsuits spread out on colorful blankets stirred my cock to semi-hardness. After two orgasms today, it shocked me that it could still get hard. The skimpy suits and the memory of the morning helped. The all-girls school group had taken over the waterpark.

The two teachers, one round with the breasts larger than a porn star, sat at their table and left the girls to our supervision. The huge-breasted teacher, whom I nicknamed Teacher Thicc, gave me my first orgasm of the day when I saved her in the slide discharge pool. The other teacher, nicknamed Teacher Star, had watched and approved.

The rest of the day could never top the morning. Little did I know what the girls had in store for me.

I held the warm metal rail at the top while I studied the girls below. The Asain, whom I nicknamed Nipples after her deep brown nipples that showed through her sheer yellow bikini, sat with her friend, Kitten. The memory of Nipple’s beautiful pussy caused me to smile. Ghost, the girl I had possibly impregnated and then saved from drowning on Surly’s piss, lay by herself under a black blanket, asleep from the ordeal. I tried to find the blonde, Ten, in the red string bikini, but while I found other girls in red suits, none were blondes with barely contained breasts. I also couldn’t find Tiny, the littlest girl in her competition suit, and Burly, the busty black girl in her white sports bikini.

“So, you’re like a double hero,” Ten’s voice surprised me. I twisted. Tiny and Burly flanked the Ten. Ten’s nipples peeked around the small fabric, which strained to hold her breasts. Her smile sent shivers up and down my spine. I would do anything for this girl.

I scrutinized the three and their mischievous grins. Tiny stood with her hands clasped in front of her chest and shivered. Burly had her hands on her hips, her slight belly pulled in, while her deep brown cleavage in her white suit almost captured my attention. Ten radiated perfection, with her oversized breasts thrust out, and her stance with prominent red camel toe captured my mind and lust. My dick grew and pushed out against my shorts.

“You must be thirsty. I brought you some water,” Ten thrust out a bottle. Condensation clouded the plastic while Ten’s pink-tipped fingers held it. She had already opened the top, and I immediately chugged the water. The fresh, cold liquid soothed my dry throat and caused my pores to open with sweat. I hadn’t realized how dehydrated I had grown. My heart hammered while I gasped with excitement.

“Thanks,” I said and offered the empty bottle back.

“I’ll get more,” she said and dove down our fastest blue slide. I didn’t even bother to yell, “feet first.” I just watched her pale ass, split by the red string, disappear down the dark slide. Burly stood with her hand on her hip, her breasts almost spilled out of her suit. Tiny held her hands in front of her, a wet spot on her crotch and nipples, and tented her thin blue suit.

The petite girl walked up to me and said in a soft voice, “You’re like my hero. Like in those movies, saving everyone, and so brave, and...” I stopped listening to her; instead, I concentrated on Burly’s cleavage. A bead of sweat trailed down from her neck and made a line between her breasts. Her delicate, dark body hair stood up. The white suit contrasted beautifully against her dark skin. Though in truth, she could wear anything, I would still stare at those breasts.

The tiny Asian girl, Nipples, ran up the stairs, her brown nipples still visible under her yellow, now dry, bikini suit. I glanced down at her pussy. Yup, she still had the black line. My gaze darted between the dark circles and slit until she interrupted my stare with, “So, which is like the best slide.”

Without breaking my stare, I pointed to the slide beside me, “This one has the most and sharpest turns.”

She smiled and dove down the slide. Her squeals echoed up the blue slide.

Tiny started to talk again. I hadn’t noticed that she had stopped. I nodded my head randomly and re-focused on Burly. I wanted to ask her something, anything to get her closer, but my mind couldn’t form sentences; it could only focus on her enticing cleavage. Burly shifted her weight from foot to foot. Her pussy lips pushed against the white fabric. My mouth watered at the idea of my tongue on them.

Ten returned with another frosted water bottle, and Tiny stopped mid-sentence.

“For the hero,” the blonde passed the bottle to me. I forced my eyes from her breasts, barely contained by the poor red string top, and smiled at her. She returned the smile, and her braces reflected the sunlight. The blue of her eyes sparkled while her blonde hair grew translucent in the sun. Her pink lips captured my gaze—a finger apart, moist, pink, with a red tongue just visible.

I started to sip the bottle until she tilted it up and forced me to chug it. The water still tasted wonderful in the heat; however, my stomach complained about the fullness, and my insides twitched in anticipation of the amount of water I would need to pass.

“Don’t want our hero to pass out from lack of water,” Ten said, giggled, and dove down the fastest slide. Her red string split ass image burned in my eyes, with the slightly darker skin around her ass hole visible under the thin string.

Tiny restarted her monologue—something about the importance of water.

Burly leaned back against the dirty white railing and smiled at me. Her gaze dropped down to my crotch and stayed there. My painfully hard penis tented my shorts. I have never recovered this fast.

I wanted to show her my erection; I wanted to ask her to do something about it, but a tall, spiky, sandy-haired model-like girl, Spike, arrived at the top, all legs, arms, and a thin torso with cute little breasts barely visible in her blue striped bikini. She wore dark eye shadow and a thin black choker. Her long fingers ended in bright blue nails. Her striped bikini rode high on her prominent hip bones. Her legs had minimal definition, while her toenails had the same blue polish as her fingers. My gaze trailed back up, and a glint of gold sparkled from her belly button. As my gaze arrived at her thin face with a gold nose ring, she smiled, raised her arms about her head, and posed like a model.

Tiny had once again stopped talking. Burly’s eyes squinted at the thin model. The two couldn’t be more different. Burly’s dark skin shone with perspiration, and her body consisted of only curves, while Spike’s pale white skin had a dull, death-like hue and consisted of sharp angles. While Burly moved with smooth, graceful gestures as if she belonged, Spike moved in awkward patterns and appeared embarrassed by her body and presence.

“Which slide do you suggest, lifeguard hero?” Spike asked in a voice almost too quiet to hear over the gurgle of the water slides.

I pointed to the same slide as the Asian girl. The model smiled, turned to the black girl, gave a look of disdain, and then posed with her hand on her prominent hip bone. While awkward and not sexy, it drew my gaze to her pussy hidden under a white strip. I wanted to know if the strip would turn see-through when wet.

I helped Spike sit on the slide. The white strip did turn transparent, and her dark pussy hair appeared for my enjoyment. She smiled up at me, followed my gaze to her crotch, and spread her legs to give me a better view before she slipped down the slide.

“Bitch,” Burly said while the tiny girl once again started to talk. My gaze returned to Burly’s cleavage. Another stream of sweat snaked down between her breasts. Her brown skin appeared soft as it absorbed the sunlight. My tongue darted out and licked my lower lip.

The blonde in the red bikini arrived with another water bottle. Water gurgled as my stomach complained about the idea of more water, but I still accepted the bottle. I held the cool plastic bottle to my forehead.

“You going to drink it?” Ten asked. Her chest heaved from the climb. I would do anything for her.

“I’m full,” I responded and took a small sip. The water still tasted crisp and clean, but my body hated the fullness.

“Don’t you appreciate how many stairs I had to climb to get you that water?” she said. Her lips pouted, and her eyes narrowed. I didn’t want to anger this girl, so I drank the bottle. My stomach hurt with liquid, but her smile made the pain worth it.

“My hero,” she said, and dove down the slide.

Again, Tiny resumed her talk. This time, I didn’t even pay attention to what she said. She didn’t care; she just stood near me and talked to my shoulder.

The model strutted up the stairs. Her eye shadow and mascara had run, giving her a raccoon or horror face. The white of the stripped suit had turned transparent and showed her pale pink nipples and dark-haired pink pussy.

The black girl laughed, “Fucking beautiful eye shadow.”

Once again, silent, Tiny’s eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. The model touched her cheek and wiped some black away with her finger. Her whole body turned red. She rushed to the slide, tripped on the edge, and fell backward into the fastest slide. Her scream echoed around the park while Burly held her knees and laughed. Her breasts shook as they hung down in her white sports swim top. Even Tiny smiled before she returned to talk about something to do with cats or lions.

Ten returned and handed me another bottle of water. My body groaned at the idea of more water, but I still wanted to please this girl. Strange that with all the girl candy in the park, I wanted Ten more than any other. If I could build an ideal girl, Ten fits my dream. Blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin with a slight tan, pink, moist lips, breasts barely held by her string bikini, trim belly with a cute belly button, a red camel toe, curvy legs with the cutest toes.

“Thanks, but I can’t drink anymore. I need to head to the washroom,” I stood up. I no longer cared that my dick pushed out against the fabric of my shorts. After what happened in the guard room, I wanted to drop my shorts and relieve myself in a slide, but the idea of Spike, Nipples, or another girl’s intrusion made me stop. I didn’t want to get fired for indecent exposure.

“You’re leaving just as I got here?” Ten said to me, then turned to Burly, “I told you he thinks I’m ugly.”

Burly frowned. Her eyes squinted at me.

“I don’t think you’re ugly. I think you’re cute,” I said and took a sip of the water to prove it. My stomach hurt while my bladder joined in the pain. I would piss in my shorts soon. Instead, I needed to think about something other than the girls to lower my erection so I could pee. I have never peed with an erection, which sucked with morning wood and a full bladder. I focused on my discomfort rather than the upset, perfect woman before me.

“I’m cute. I like a fucking puppy dog? I’m not sexy in my fucking brand new bikini?” she screamed. Her face turned dark red, lips wide, eyes narrow. My world shattered.