The following week Tiffany and Patrick returned for another evening session. The pool was quieter at first—just the two of them cutting steady laps—but the water-polo teams arrived halfway through, the same group of lean, powerful women and broad-shouldered men. Recognition flickered across several faces the moment they climbed out. Tiffany’s white racer was already translucent, the soaked fabric glued to the heavy curves of her DD breasts, nipples dark and distinct, the neat red landing strip above her pussy showing clearly through the clinging material. Patrick’s black briefs did nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of his nine-inch cock or the high, round shape of his ass.
They finished their fortieth lap as the teams wrapped their own drills. Whistles blew. Bodies climbed out. Tiffany and Patrick headed for the change rooms with the others, the air already thick with the knowledge of what had happened the week before.
In the ladies’ room the steam was heavier this time, the showers already running. Maya—the tall one with the wave tattoo—met Tiffany’s eyes the second she stepped inside and gave a small, knowing smile. Jess, the freckled blonde, was already peeling off her training suit. Lena stood behind them, naked, water beading on the strong lines of her shoulders and the soft thatch between her legs.
No one bothered with small talk.
Maya crossed the tiled floor, hooked her fingers under the straps of Tiffany’s suit, and peeled it down in one smooth motion. Tiffany’s breasts spilled free, full and soft, nipples tightening in the warm air. Jess was there immediately, mouth closing over one peak, tongue circling, sucking hard enough to draw a low sound from Tiffany’s throat. Lena moved in behind, hands sliding down Tiffany’s sides, then lower, cupping the soft cheeks of her ass and spreading them while Maya finished stripping the suit the rest of the way off.
They steered her under the nearest spray. Hot water cascaded over bare skin. Maya kissed her deeply, tongue sliding against hers, while Jess dropped to her knees and dragged her tongue up the length of Tiffany’s already slick slit, lingering on the little red strip before settling in to work her clit with slow, deliberate pressure. Lena’s fingers circled Tiffany’s hole, then pushed inside—first one, then two—stretching her open while Jess licked. Tiffany’s hands found Maya’s short wet hair and Jess’s, holding on as the pleasure built fast.
They worked her thoroughly. Maya’s mouth moved to the other breast, teeth grazing the nipple while her fingers joined Jess’s tongue, two of them sliding into Tiffany’s cunt and curling against the sensitive spot inside. Lena added a third finger in her ass, pumping slowly, the dual stretch making Tiffany’s thighs tremble. When she came the first time it was with a sharp cry, hips jerking against Jess’s face, cunt clenching around Maya’s fingers.
They didn’t let her recover. Jess stood and guided Tiffany’s mouth between her legs. Tiffany licked eagerly, tasting the clean salt of her, while Maya pressed the thick silicone dildo against her entrance and pushed it deep in one steady thrust. Lena kept working her ass with her tongue and fingers. The three of them moved in easy rhythm—Tiffany’s mouth on Jess, the dildo fucking her steadily, Lena’s tongue pushing into her hole—until Tiffany came again, harder, body shaking between them.
They shifted positions without breaking contact. Tiffany ended up on all fours on the wet bench, the dildo still buried inside her while Jess straddled her face and ground down. Maya knelt behind and replaced the toy with her own fingers, then her tongue, licking around the stretched rim while Lena took the dildo and pushed it into Jess from behind so that every thrust of Jess’s hips pressed her cunt harder against Tiffany’s mouth. The room filled with the wet sounds of fucking and the rush of water. Tiffany came a third time with Jess’s taste on her tongue and Maya’s mouth on her ass. They kept going—switching, trading mouths and fingers and the thick toy—until Tiffany was loose-limbed and oversensitive, her thighs streaked with slickness, her breasts marked with faint bites and the flush of repeated orgasms.
Only then did they ease off, rinsing her under the spray with slower, almost tender hands. Maya kissed her once more, lingering.
“Same time next week,” she murmured against Tiffany’s mouth. “Bring that suit again.”
Across the corridor the men’s change room was already loud with the slap of wet feet and low voices. Patrick had barely stepped inside before Mark—the bearded one—caught his eye and nodded toward the open showers. The others were already stripping. Chris, the lean dark-haired one, was naked and hard, watching Patrick peel the black briefs down. Patrick’s cock sprang free, heavy and already thickening, nine thick inches hanging against his thigh.
They didn’t waste time.
Mark steered him under the nearest spray, soaped his hands, and wrapped one around the thick shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip while Chris dropped to his knees and took the head into his mouth. The wet heat made Patrick’s hips jerk. Chris worked him deeper, throat relaxing until most of the length disappeared between his lips. Mark’s free hand slid down the cleft of Patrick’s ass, soap-slick fingers circling the tight ring, then pushing inside—first one, then two—stretching him open while Chris sucked.
Another of the water-polo men—broader, with a heavy gut and a thick cock already hard—moved in behind and replaced Mark’s fingers with the head of his cock. He pushed in slowly, the stretch intense, until he was buried to the hilt. Patrick groaned around Chris’s cock as the man behind him started to thrust, deep and steady. Mark kept stroking the base of Patrick’s shaft in time with the fucking, while Chris pulled off and offered his own cock to Patrick’s mouth. Patrick opened for it, taking him deep while the man behind drove harder.
They rotated with the same easy coordination as the week before. One after another they fucked his ass, filling him, while the others took turns with his mouth and his heavy cock. Come landed on his back, across his chest, striped his face. He swallowed what was pushed between his lips. At one point they had him bent over the bench, Mark buried deep while Chris fucked his mouth and a third man stroked Patrick’s cock in a tight, soapy fist until he came hard, thick ropes striping the wet tiles. They didn’t stop. Another cock replaced Mark’s, then another. Patrick’s hole stayed open and used, his cock staying half-hard and sensitive under their hands and mouths.
Eventually they had him on his back under the spray, legs spread wide, one man fucking him deep while Chris straddled his chest and fed his cock between Patrick’s lips again. Mark knelt beside them and stroked Patrick’s nine inches in long, firm pulls until Patrick came a second time, the orgasm rolling through him in heavy pulses. The man in his ass followed moments later, filling him deep. They kept going a little longer—more mouths, more hands, one last cock sliding into his stretched hole—before the group finally slowed.
They rinsed him under the showers, soap sliding over every place they had touched and filled. Mark gave the heavy cock a final squeeze and a rough, appreciative kiss.
“You’re becoming a regular attraction,” he said, voice low. “Don’t stop showing up.”
Patrick could only nod, still catching his breath, body loose and used.
Out in the corridor Tiffany and Patrick found each other again. Both were flushed, both moving a little carefully, the marks of the evening still fresh on their skin. Their eyes met. A shared, private smile passed between them. They walked out into the cooling evening air together, already thinking about the session after next.
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