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Archive name: hungry.txt (MMF, exh, nc, oral)
Authors name: Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)
Story title : Hungry Eyes

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Hungry Eyes (MMF, exh, nc, oral)
by Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)

***

Fran gets more than a suntan at the public pool. 

***

The blazing sun lit up the Vermont sky as yet another in 
the series of hot summer days had the populace sweltering 
and desperate for relief, filling the public pools to 
capacity. Everyone was there -- including THE girl. 

Her name was Francine, but of course everyone called her 
"Fran" or "Franny." Despite the staggering heat and 
humidity, her blonde hair flowed behind her as she 
sauntered in. The pool's spirited tumult even paused for 
a moment. She was that kind of girl -- blessed with a 
beauty and a flare that never went unnoticed. 

Fran slid down onto a pool chair with a dancer's grace, 
her buff boyfriend, Chuck, by her side. She smiled when 
she caught his eye and her smile was returned. Her heart 
was as warmed by his love, as her skin by the hot sun. 
She unwrapped her beach towel, exposing her simple tank 
suit, to the sun's powerful rays.

All around the pool her unintentionally seductive actions 
didn't go unnoticed. 

"Don't forget lotion," Chuck reminded her.

"Oh, thanks," she purred, and closed her eyes, fully 
expecting him to begin. After a second or two, she opened 
a quizzical eye. She just shook her head, noticing the 
bottle in her boyfriend extended arm.

"Yeah, thanks," Fran sighed, as she snapped the bottle 
from his hands. ("Oh, I have so much to teach him," she 
thought,) snapping the bottle open. She began oiling her 
legs, thinking about their futures. She loved him with 
all her heart, but she felt that he was definitely a work 
in progress. 

She glanced his way. He was handsome, well built, and 
trustworthy. ("She would have to work on his 
courtliness," she thought, with a shrug.) Finished with 
her legs, she poured some lotion into her hand and 
started on her arms. She smiled thinking about their big 
night ahead. They had dinner plans with both set of their 
parents, and she had heard from a friend of a friend that 
tonight was the night that her boyfriend finally popped 
the question. 

Her arms aglow, she ran handful of oil down her neck to 
the top of her chest. She ran an oily finger inside the 
straps of her low cut top and down her cleavage. A twinge 
of pride, looking down at her blessings, filled her body. 
It was a quick twinge, though, because she suddenly 
realized that she wasn't the only one looking. Sitting 
directly across the pool were a group of young men, 
obviously enjoying her show. 

She could only offer a dirty looked response, as they 
mocked her actions, pretending to rub lotion into their 
chests, over-zealously. She was now a little thankful her 
boyfriend had talked her out of wearing her micro bikini.

Fran snapped her chair back and turned her gaze to the 
cloudless sky, yearning for the days ahead, when she 
could sun and swim in her own yard. Her father had 
promised her a house, but only after she was married. 
Thus with Chuck's up-coming proposal, Fran just knew that 
her days at the public pool were dwindling.

The sun burned on, as the day crawled along. The pool 
continued to bustle with activity. Except for a group of 
teens playing with a beach ball, which kept rolling over 
to Fran's chair, the day was perfect.

"I'm thirsty," Fran suddenly whined into the air.

"Me, too," Chuck answered. "Could yah get me one too, 
while you're up?"

"Yeah, ok," Fran said with a laugh, and then burned 
inside when she realized he wasn't joking. 

"Ughhh," she growled as she snapped up. "At least give me 
some money."

"It's in my wallet."

Fran just shook her head. She wanted to set him straight, 
but today wasn't the day to get into a fight. No.... 
Today she wanted everything to be perfect. Slipping on 
her 4" clear plastic heeled shoes, she grabbed some cash, 
and made her way to the concession stand, which was a-
buzz with activity. Fran's blood boiled even more now, as 
she really hated lines. 

After a couple of minutes in line, her body shivered, she 
could have sworn she felt something brush against her 
left ass check. 

"Excuse me," Fran hissed, quickly spinning around. She 
was now staring directly at the group of young men that 
had enjoyed her lotion show so much. None of the men were 
offering apologies, but instead they seemed to be using 
the opportunity to check out her front side now, from up 
close. Fran was burning now from the heat of their 
stares. She had seen the look before...a look of 
hunger...sexual hunger. 

She spun back around, her face flushed. She knew that 
these weren't the type of men that you fool around with. 
They were tall, lean and full of tattoos and piercings. 
And they looked like their young years had been some 
tough ones. 

As the line moved slowly forward, Fran could feel their 
presence behind her. She was ready to bolt out of line, 
on anymore contact, her thirst be dammed. She could feel 
the largest of the men breathing on her left shoulder. 
She could tell he was peering over her shoulder, looking 
down the front of her swimsuit, she assumed, but there 
was now only one person in front of her. 

"Two Cokes please," Fran mumbled, her voice crackling, 
when she finally got to the counter.

She could have sworn she heard one of them lewdly 
whisper, "you gut some great tits," but she let it go. 
No, today wasn't the day to pick a fight. She paid for 
the drinks and even told the counter girl to keep the 
change. Cokes in hand, she spun around and flounced past 
them, very conscious of the heat of their hungry eyes. 

"If you need more lotion, let us know," she heard from 
behind her, and then one of them slapped her on the ass. 
She let out a yelp and quickly made her way back to her 
chair.

"Here's yah Coke," she snapped at Chuck, who was 
seemingly clueless as to what she'd just went through to 
get it.

The rest of the afternoon Fran kept a close eye on the 
hungry eyes across the way. She yearned to leave early, 
since the teens were becoming bolder with the beach ball. 
(She finally understood that they just wanted to see her 
bend over to pick up the ball.) But she also wanted to 
keep everything on schedule.

The sun was starting to fade when Fran finally got her 
boyfriend's ok to leave. She grabbed her towel and her 
pool bag and headed for the changing area, sticking her 
tongue out at the teens in the pool, in passing. She was 
also well aware of the hungry eyes, still watching her 
every move.

Inside the brick building that also held the showers, she 
noticed a lone naked woman walking out of the showers, 
but tried not to look.

Fran signed, a little relived that the shower-room was 
now empty, since the shower-room wasn't built for 
modesty. A lone three-foot wall separated the showers 
from the changing area, while the shower area itself was 
simply four showerheads sticking out of the bricked wall. 
Fran didn't consider herself shy, but didn't necessarily 
like being naked in front of strangers either, especially 
while washing herself. It was in the public showers that 
she noticed that her body attracted more than just men's 
eyes.

Standing in front of a locker, the lone women behind her 
quickly dressing, she quickly pulled a shoulder strap off 
her shoulder and her breast sprang from its confinement, 
like a bird from a cage. She immediately blushed as she 
noticed her tan lines really emphasized her pink nipples 
now. She was about to slide off the other strap when she 
suddenly remembered that the brick building didn't have 
locks. In fact it didn't even have door, just a maze-like 
entrance. 

"Oh god," she murmured, remembering the hungry eyes 
outside. Then she relaxed a bit. "Ah, the lifeguards are 
still here," she sighed, with a settling breath. "But I 
still better make it quick."

She quickly slipped off the rest of her suit and hung it 
up, grabbed her towel and skipped to the showers, wearing 
only her plastic heeled shoes. Out of the corner of her 
eye, she also thought, with a tingle, that she saw the 
other woman steal a look before she left. 

"Ahhh." Fran moaned as the cool water hit her hot skin. 
The water quickly erased her doubts about showering. The 
lucky water droplets seemed to fight to cling to her 
body, before falling to the floor. 

"Ummm," Fran purred as she ran her hands over her 
breasts. "You two certainly got me noticed today," she 
said with a laugh. 

The feeling of the cool water -- and her hands -- got 
Fran thinking about a longer shower. 

"Gotta get this lotion off," she reasoned, when in fact 
she just liked to soap up her naked body, especially her 
full, firm breasts. She giggled to herself, remembering 
all the times she ran home from school to shower, when 
she first started to develop. 

"Some things never change," Fran said to herself, before 
she spun to grab her soap that was still in her locker, 
and then quickly let out a screech and lunged for her 
towel, draped on the short wall.

The hungry eyes were back.

"What are you guys doing in here?" Fran snapped. Her face 
aflame as she struggled to wrap herself in the towel, 
wishing it were bigger. "You guys are in big trouble 
now."

They merely chucked. Fran's body was shivering from the 
cool water, but more with fear. She counted them off. 
There were only three of them now, all shirtless, and all 
staring her way.

"I'm serious. Get out of here!" Fran tried to sound 
authoritative, but none of them seemed bothered. They 
weren't standing there clad only in a towel. 

"Are you done?" The rugged looking lad, whom Fran quickly 
assumed was their leader, asked. He was leaning 
arrogantly against Fran's locker. A taller young man 
stood by the maze-like exit, while a third, smaller built 
version, sat on a bench seat, nervously rocking back and 
forth.

Fran tried to speak, but didn't know what to say. But she 
knew she was trapped. Feeling like a rat in a cage, she 
wanted to plead for them to leave, although she knew that 
it would have a feeble hope of success. 

"Come over here so we can talk," the leader barked, while 
also snapping his fingers. Fran shook her head, but when 
he snapped his fingers again, she cringed and obeyed, 
felling much like a scolded puppy dog. 

Fran stopped a couple of feet away from the leader and 
his rocking friend, but didn't dare get closer. 

"Please, I have money in my...." 

Fran was interrupted. "Shut the fuck up!" the leader 
shouted. His sharp tone causing her to leap back, her 
mouth agape, her hands clutching her towel.

"You listen here, Missy, I don't want to hear your 
fucking voice again.... Understand?" The leader said, his 
voice full of force. Fran quivered, as she wasn't use to 
being talked to like this. (She also thought they might 
have been in here for two reasons, both starting in R and 
apparently robbery wasn't on their minds.) 

At that thought, a tear rolled down Fran's cheek, and 
more followed.

"Ok, stop the tears," the leader rasped. "We're not going 
to rape yah," he said, seemingly reading Fran's mind

Confused, Fran wiped her cheek.

"That's right, stop the tears," the leader said, folding 
his arms. "I mean if we were rapists your ass would have 
been nailed right there in the showers."

Fran breathed a small sigh of relief. "But...?"

"Hey!" the leader quickly cut off Fran's attempted 
question.

"But...what do you guys want?" The tall guy whined 
mockingly from the exit.

"Nock it off, numb-nuts...the poor girls nervous," the 
leader snapped, never taking his eyes off of Fran.

"Now this's why we are here inside the women's 
showers.... See we have enjoyed watching you today, and 
we see you have a boyfriend or hubby or whoever...."

"Boyfriend," Fran moaned, before quickly covering her 
mouth with one hand, the other keeping hold of her towel. 
She also suddenly pictured him showering in the brick 
building next door. She wondered if he could hear her 
screams...or if anyone would....

"Who cares, 'cause we don't come in search of love." the 
leader teased. "But just so you know, our buddy is 
standing by the men's shower exit and when your dude is 
done, he is going to inform him that his little Mustang, 
has a big ol' flat, which it does."

As he started to reveal his plan, Fran cringed, when he 
brought up the Mustang. (She often felt she competed with 
that car for his attention.) 

"Of course our buddy will do some shit to slow him down 
and to make sure he doesn't bother us in here. However, 
judging by the shape he keeps that car in, I bet he'll 
freak when he finds out he has a flat and he will forget 
all about YOU in here, at least for a little while, 
anyways."

Fran bit her lips, because as pathetic as it was, she 
felt like he might be right. She also didn't like where 
this was heading.

"That being said...let's move on...now where was I...? 
Oh, yeah... love.... Nope we didn't come in for a date or 
anything," the leader said getting Fran's gaze again. 
"No, we come in 'cause we have a little bet on the color 
and size of your nipples."

Fran flinched as though he'd slapped her in the face. Her 
feelings quickly shifted to incensed. Not only at their 
bet, but also with the laughter that followed it.

"I mean, we could see everything except for them, so we 
came in to check'em out," the leader said, before 
following with several gestures with his hands. Fran knew 
they meant he wanted to see them -- and right now. Fran's 
prayer that they had already seen them in the shower was 
unanswered, or maybe they just wanted to see them again. 

Fran stalled, angry and frightened that they were so 
bold. Surely they didn't expect her to just show them her 
breasts like a Mardi Gras flasher. She almost giggled at 
her thought, since they didn't even have any beads....

"I think she thinks she too good for us," the tall one 
suddenly hissed. Fran was quickly growing to despise him.

"Is that it?" the leader snapped. "Your titties too good 
for our eyes?"

"No," Fran whispered looking down to the cold concrete 
floor. "It's not that.., but...."

"Well, it's pretty simple. You can even fold the towel 
around your waist and just let us check'em out and then 
we're outa here," the leader said with a grin.

Fran just stood there, shaking her head back and forth. 
"I just... just can't... I-I can't!" 

"Ok, I see your gunna be a bitch about it," the leader 
said. He levered himself away from the lockers with a 
swift motion and stepped towards Fran, who was matching 
his steps, only backwards, until she bumped into the 
three-foot shower wall.

"I had this educated buddy once. He had this saying that 
we all live with our choices. Well, we gave you one, now 
it's time for you to live with it." The leader's sneering 
face was now only inches from Fran's terror-filled one. 
"You see you could have been cool and did what I said 
too... they're just tits... but noooo... Now we have a 
problem... You see, we just wanted to have a little fun 
and no one had to get hurt."

Fran was frantic... his menacing tone and muscular body 
pressing against hers. She was bent backwards now, almost 
sitting on the wall.

"Now, well, you leave me no choice. I have go get my 
buddy and tell him about you showing us your tits... An' 
of course your loverboy'll hear us and get mad that you 
showed us your hooters."

"But I didn't," Fran whined, before the leader grabbed 
her cheeks. 

"Then we won't let it go and then he'll get pissed that 
we are talking about his women's tits and then somebody's 
car gets fucked up and then maybe somebody'll get hurt, 
really bad." The leader suddenly let go of Fran's cheeks 
and stepped back, just as Fran was about to fall 
backwards over the wall. "Care to take a guess at who 
that'll be? I just hope you're happy... Hope your tits 
are worth it." 

Fran shook nervously, even though they started slowly 
leaving, her prayers answered, finally. 

"Please wait," she surprised herself by crying out, but 
they kept moving. 

Fran suddenly scampered forward and grabbed the leader by 
the hand just as he reached the exit. "Please come 
back... I'll show yah."

"Too late... time for an ass-kicking," he said as he 
pulled his hand free.

"I'll show yah," Fran cried, clutching his arm, while she 
jerked on her towel, dropping it to the floor.

"Better start lookin' for a paramedic, Blondie."

"No, don't go...look... I'm already naked... Turn around 
I'll show yah... please..." Her words were frantic, as 
the leader was still advancing. Fran could care less 
about Chuck's car, but she knew that the numbers were 
against him and this would also surely screw up tonight's 
plans. 

"Please give me one more chance!" Tears welled up in her 
eyes, as he was literally dragging her down the maze. Her 
wet plastic heeled shoes skidded on the concrete walkway 
with his every step. The light of day shone ahead. "I'll 
show yah whatever you want... I'll show yah... I'll BLOW 
yah."

He slammed to a stop, and she collided with him, an 
instant after the offer had left her pink lips. 

"What was that?" He looked over his shoulder, down into 
Fran's teary face.

"You heard," Fran sneered. She didn't want to say it 
again.

"That's what I thought," the leader hissed, continuing 
his exit. Fran was back to her dragging ways. She could 
see the other two men watching with amusement from 
outside. She cringed, for she knew she was just steps 
from being dragged outside, naked. 

"I said I'd blow yah!" she cried out, as the low light 
from the setting sun hit her. "I'll suck your cock."

"Really, now?" He chuckled, as Fran ducked behind him 
when she noticed that a few swimmers were still lingering 
about. "Did you hear that guys? She wants to suck our 
cocks."

The leader turned and hustled Fran back into the changing 
area.

"I said YOUR cock... not theirs," she managed to protest, 
before finding herself back in the changing area. 
"Please... just you!"

"Sorry, I'm a team player," the leader said as he quickly 
unzipped his cutoff jeans. 

"But I didn't... Wha?' he startled her by grabbing her by 
the hair and pulling her towards his groin. Fran had no 
choice but to follow, though she squatted down, rather 
then kneeling down on the dirty floor. She felt sick as 
she noticed the other two men approach.

Fran opened her mouth to beg, but it was immediately 
stuffed with the leader's half erect cock.

"Atta girl... talking time is over," the leader said. 
"Time to use your mouth to please me. My names Martin, by 
the way, just so you know the name of the guy whose cock 
you're now sucking."

Fran moaned at his words and at his ever-hardening cock 
that was quickly filling her mouth. More moaning followed 
at the site of the two other men quickly stripping off 
their bottoms. Yet more when they approached, cocks in 
hand. 

"Hey, easy now," the leader hissed, as his two buddies 
joined him and tried to get at Fran's mouth. "She's only 
gut one mouth."

"Yeah and I want some," the tall guy hissed, as he pulled 
Fran by the hair. "Yeah, that's it girl, give me your 
mouth."

Fran was nauseated. This goon had already freaked her 
out, and now he had his cock between her lips. He didn't 
even let her suck. Instead, grabbing a double handful of 
hair, he rammed his cock in and out. His thick pubic hair 
tickling her nose and his deep thrusts caused her to gag.

"Ok, pass it around," Martin said, batting Tall Guy's 
hands away and Fran quickly gasped for air. Then the 
weirdo grabbed her head and pulled it around to his 
hideously ugly cock. She closed her eyes and tried to 
ignore what was happing, but her mind flashed back to the 
one and only time that she had sucked cock. She was 
pulled over for speeding... some sleepy little road in 
Southern Vermont...and the deputy found her brother's 
marijuana cigarette in their car's ashtray. After a 
humiliating strip-search, he gave her the offer: suck and 
fuck your way to freedom, or...

Fran was snapped back to reality by a pain in her left 
ear. "Keep your eyes open, sweetheart," Martin sneered. 
"You don't want to miss any of this." 

Fran was dazed and confused. She knew a girl that looked 
like her didn't have to suck cock to get men to go out 
with her, and yet here she was, naked, squatting in front 
of three goons, taking a turn on each of them, like a 
porn star. She was puzzled that they didn't even seem to 
notice her naked body, or remember their bet, as they 
fought over her mouth.

Martin took his turn next, and Fran did her best with 
him, but she knew Tall Guy was next and she'd be in for 
some more face- fucking. He didn't let her down when he 
went next, but Fran was able to struggle away and quickly 
returned to the leader. It was strange, she thought, that 
he had the smallest cock out of the group. But at least 
she didn't feel like puking when she sucked on it, and 
she could also take it all the way down her throat 
without gagging. 

Fran even sucked on Martin's balls, reluctantly following 
his request, but she just couldn't bear to look. She 
heard the weird boy moaning out of her left ear, and then 
there was a sudden wetness there. Fran was puzzled for a 
moment -- and then gasped, as she realized Weirdo had 
indeed blown his load all over her ear.

"Nice shot," Tall Guy said with a laugh, but Fran didn't 
have time to fret about that as the big goon spun her 
face his way. "Here's how you do it, though."

Fran tried to escape, but he had her hair again. She fell 
onto her knees now, but she had a little more to worry 
about than dirty knees. Tall Guy violently stroked his 
cock only inches from her face. She knew he was intent on 
doing something Fran used to laugh about, when her 
girlfriend's confessed to letting their partners do it to 
them. Fran kept her eyes and jaw shut while praying. She 
wasn't laughing now. 

"Ok, you little cocksucker, here's your payoff," he said 
crudely, just before Fran felt his warm cum landing on 
her pretty face. She flinched with every shot. She 
flinched more as he rubbed the head of his cock onto her 
lips, harder and harder until Fran finally let it in and 
milked him dry. She gagged as she tasted cum for the 
first time. 

Fran was afraid to open her eyes now. She knew she had a 
strand or two of cum covering at least one of her eyes. 
She also didn't want to see his gloating face, as he 
seemed to be showing off his work to the other two.

"Ok, you two had your fun, beat it," she heard Martin 
command. She shuddered as a cold, wet cloth was applied 
to her face and then her ear. Then a softer towel dried 
them. When she finally had the courage to open her eyes, 
she saw Martin standing right in front of her. And he 
still sported a hardon. She hung her head, then, because 
she'd prayed that he had already finished, too. 

He beckoned. Fran took a defeated breath and shuffled 
forward. She took the leader's cock back in her mouth, 
while also looking up into his eyes. The hunger was still 
there.

"Man, that feels...so...good," Martin moaned as Fran, 
with a purpose, increased her speed and suction. "But, 
now that I have you to myself... well, I have a feeling 
that you don't really like sucking cock, do yah?"

Fran slowly pulled her lips free, astonished. "No, I 
guess I don't."

"So what do you wanna do?" Martin asked, his hard cock 
straining upward. 

"I don't get it?" Fran said, even more confused.

"I mean, I like anal sex."

"Well, I don't!" Fran snapped, cringing at just the 
thought. 

"That's what I thought," Martin said, stroking her hair, 
his cock brushing her cheek. "Well, what do you wanna 
do?"

"I can't have sex with you," Fran said as she thought of 
Chuck. While she really just wanted to just get her 
clothes and get out of there, she knew that's not what he 
meant. He still had that look. 

"Well then what?" He asked.

"Ah...you can...fuck my tits...I guess...."

"Really, you like that?" Martin teased. "I mean you 
wouldn't even show'em to me earlier and now you want me 
to fuck'em."

Fran just nodded her head. Although she had never let any 
of her lovers do it before, she just figured she had an 
excuse now. It was also the only thing she could come up 
with under the heat of his stare. 

"Then ask me," he said, pulling Fran to her feet.

"What?" Fran gasped.

"Ask me!" Martin said, stealing a kiss.

"I-I ah...." She stammered, as he took her nipple in his 
mouth. "Do you wanna fuck my tits?"

"Yeah, sounds cool," Martin said, after sucking briefly 
on the other.

Fran was a little confused at what that was all about, 
and when he let her go and started fishing through her 
pool bag.

"What the?" Fran gasped, until she saw her bottle of 
suntan lotion in his hand. "Oh...."

"Yeah, I really enjoyed watching you with this earlier," 
he said standing in front of Fran. "Only this time I get 
the honors."

Fran wanted to slap his smug face, but she surprised 
herself by holding back. Instead she watched as he 
flipped open the cap and poured some lotion over her 
chest. She quivered at the cool lotion on her hot skin. 

"Ah...nice," Martin said, wasting no time rubbing in the 
lotion. He spun her around and used the lotion to milk 
Fran's breasts from behind. Fran closed her eyes again. 
She didn't want to enjoy this, although no one told her 
body. Her sensitive nipples were sending out waves of 
pleasure, especially when he twisted on them with his 
fingers. 

"Play with your little pussy, too," Martin purred and 
Fran snapped back.

"I...ah..." Fran mumbled. "I don't do that." 

"Oh, yeah, me either," the leader said with a laugh. 
"Just do it." 

Fran watched, wide eyed, as he applied some lotion to his 
cock. He also repeated his request. Fran sighed. She 
couldn't believe she was in this place in time. Her 
wondering finger crept its way lower until it split her 
pussy lips in two. She cringed at the wetness she felt. 
Fran didn't really mind playing with her pussy in front 
of her lover, (that's why she shaved it,) but this was 
different.

"It's all right if you come too," the leader said, as he 
slid behind Fran and massaged her breasts from behind 
again. "That's it girl, play with your pussy."

Fran answered with soft moans as she stopped her futile 
fighting. Her thumb joined her forefinger. Her skin 
tingled as her body awakened. The leader pressed on her 
back and Fran bent forward resting her hands on the 
bench. He played with her breasts as they hung from her 
body. 

"Finger yourself," he purred into her ear, reloading his 
hands with lotion and she obeyed. 

She moaned softly, aroused by her own fingers -- and by 
his hands, which were now working on her ass cheeks.

Then her moans were interrupted with a screech, as she 
felt pressure on her asshole.

"Just relax Fran, it's only my finger!" the leader 
hissed, just before his lubricated finger slowly broke 
her seal. "I'll just use my finger, if you behave."

"Owww...easy," Fran cried, as she felt his finger pressed 
on. "You were supposed to just fuck my tits... not finger 
my ass."

He just laughed. Her head was whirling with conflicting 
thoughts, as only her female doctor had gotten this 
honor. It was a strange feeling, indeed, and she felt 
strangely excited and she knew that was wrong, too. She 
also wondered how he suddenly knew her name. 

He asked her to finger herself again. She knew she had 
gone too far now anyways, so she gave in and slipped her 
own finger back into her pussy. She swore she could feel 
his finger also moving in and out of her asshole, their 
fingers separated only by some body tissue. 

"I wanna hear you get dirty," Martin said, increasing his 
sped.

"Yeah, finger-fuck my ass," Fran hissed, before she 
cringed, shocked at her words, and Martin adding another 
finger to his first. She followed suit and with her thumb 
rubbing her clit, unable to fight the feeling anymore. 
She chewed on her lip, as she started quivering, a 
powerful orgasm rippling through her body. Her legs 
suddenly went numb, causing her to crash down on the 
bench, breathless. 

"Go, girl!" Martin teased as he cleaned off his fingers 
with her towel. Fran's chest heaving, to help her catch 
her breath. "Now lick your fingers clean."

Fran's head was still fuzzy, and she quickly followed his 
order, without thought. It was another first for her, 
when her slimy fingers entered her mouth. The taste of 
her pussy was still strong. She caught his sly smile and 
embarrassingly took them out. 

"Ok, it's time," Martin announced, moving in front of 
her. "Hold these together," the leader purred cupping 
Fran's ample breasts in his hands. She quickly followed 
his command, her breathing still heavy. 

"It's all right to get nasty, too," he said as he began 
to slide his cock in between her breasts. "Let me hear 
yah get nasty."

She watched as his cock slid up and down in between her 
breasts, her forefingers rubbing her erect nipples.

"Yeah, fuck my big tits," Fran cried out, although a 
little embarrassed to hear herself say it. But she said 
it again... and again as she watched the leader's cock 
pump up and down in between her breasts. 

Fran was amazed at how much she enjoyed watching the head 
of his cock poke in and out of her view, even given the 
circumstances. As Martin continued, she slowly squeezed 
her breasts tighter and the friction increased.

"Man, this feels great," Martin said. "Your tits are 
awesome...they were just built for this."

Fran blushed with pride, as she thought, "Maybe he's 
right?"

"Owww baby, I'm gonna come," Martin gasped.

"Please...come on my tits!" Fran cried out.

"Hold them up for me," he said through clenched teeth.

Fran leaned back and slid her hands under her breasts and 
lifted, just before a shot of cum squirted on her left 
breast, and another soon followed onto the right. She 
leaned forward and he rubbed his cock over her pushed up 
breasts, finally focusing on her nipples. 

"Oh, man, that was too much fun," Martin gasped, finally 
letting go of his deflated cock.

"Yeah, it was...kind of..." Fran embarrassingly admitted, 
remembering the circumstances again, as she rubbed his 
cum over her breasts, while also relieved that he didn't 
come on her face. She was also definitely gonna have 
Chuck tit-fuck her soon, maybe tonight. At that thought, 
though, she suddenly filled with shame.

But she didn't have time to further examine her feelings.

A booming male voice suddenly echoed about the room. "Oh, 
man, that was great!"

"Hey what the!" Fran scrambled for a towel, even if it 
was the one that Martin had cleaned himself up on. 

Focusing her eyes, in disbelief, she finally recognized 
the face. It was one of the male lifeguards and he was 
carrying...

"A camera," Fran gasped. "Oh, my god, he's carrying a 
camera..."

"Yeah, it's a hand held video camera." the lifeguard said 
with a laugh. "And what a show you put on!"

Fran was frozen with fear, and a feeling of betrayal. She 
had always looked up to the lifeguards.

"Did you get the last part?" Martin asked, as the two 
looked into the camera.

"Oh, yeah, listen too this," the lifeguard said, with a 
wicked smile.

"Oh, my god, it has sound too!" Fran cringed.


Suddenly she heard her voice pleading for someone to fuck 
her big tits.

"How did you get that!" Fran snapped in anger, 
immediately knowing how it sounded.

"Up there," the lifeguard said pointing to a roof-vent 
over her head. "Yeah, that's why the female lifeguards 
shower at home, although I did manage to get some of the 
newer ones, first."

Fran's eyes shifted back to Martin. She couldn't believe 
it, his eyes seemed even hungrier now than before.

"Yeah, and the things they do to get their tape back," 
Martin said, as the two slapped hands, and Fran's stomach 
turned.

"He's coming, he's coming," a voice suddenly bellowed 
from outside.

"Ok Fran, gutta go, but believe me, we will be in touch," 
Martin grinned as he headed for the exit.

"Wait!" Fran cried out in horror, watching them run out 
the exit, her sex tape leaving with them. 

She brought the towel up to her face, to soak up the 
tears now streaming down her face. 

"How could I have been so stupid?" Fran moaned, while 
wondering if this was all a huge set-up.

She suddenly heard a familiar voice calling her name, 
after a second or two, she scampered to the exit.

"Almost done honey," she screamed, hoping Chuck heard 
her, as he called her name again.

Looking down at her breasts, she gasped, before running 
into the shower to wash off the evidence. Her body was 
still racked with emotions. She was only sure of only one 
thing -- that she would never forget her proposal day. 

The hungry eyes had made sure of that.


The End

Thanks for reading my tale.
Your comments and suggestions are always welcomed.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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