Sharks in the Pool by Sensual Writer
Dive into the tantalizing world of "Sharks in the Pool" by Sensual Writer, where passion meets peril in a thrilling erotic tale. Experience steamy encounters and forbidden desires as characters navigate their deepest fantasies. Explore the allure of danger and seduction in this captivating sex story that will leave you breathless. Perfect for readers seeking unique and tantalizing erotica.<br/>
Girl goes for late swim, gets unwelcome company , Vicky enjoyed the afternoon pool party, at least the swimming part, but afterwards it went downhill for her. Everybody changed back to their street clothes and went inside for a buffet supper, which was followed by music for dancing. The party was hosted by Estelle, whom Vicky knew through the publishing company where they both worked, and Estelle’s parents had money.
Consequently, the liquor flowed freely and that’s where Vicky got turned off. She found herself being hit on repeatedly by inebriated and/or horny young men. Being hit on was nothing new for Vicky, who, at 22, had developed into a far-above-average California blonde with a pert face and a stunning figure – but four boring approaches in half an hour was too much.
She thought of just leaving, but the pool, now glistening in the moonlight, caught her attention.
It was deserted and Vicky decided that an evening swim, all by herself, would be peaceful. So she slipped out through the patio door, walked to the poolside cabana, and changed back to her bikini swimsuit.
Soon she was doing laps in the tepid water, while her thoughts returned to Doug.
They had started dating casually, but all too quickly Doug had wanted more intimacy than she was ready to give, and she became bothered by the typical question that haunts a beautiful girl: Is he interested in me or just my body? Doug seemed to feel that she “owed him” sex as part of their relationship. After a few weeks of fending off Doug’s insistent attempts to get her to bed, Vicky told him she just wasn’t on his wavelength and she wanted out – at least for a while.
Doug wasn’t too pleased at this news, but he had no choice. Now Vicky was free again, but she did have a sense of loss.
Suddenly she also had the sense that she was no longer alone. Five young men had gathered at the edge of the pool and were looking intently at her as she stood waist-deep in the water. Uncomfortable, she decided it was time to leave.
But it was not to be. The men exchanged a silent signal and slipped into the pool.
They were not even wearing swim trunks, just casual shorts. They quickly surrounded Vicky. One of them, a big blonde surfer type, smiled in a friendly way, but his eyes were not smiling. In fact, they were focused on Vicky’s well-rounded bikini top.
The surfer wasted no time on formalities. “Nice flotation equipment you’ve got there. May I?” It was not really a request. He reached for her breasts and squeezed them. “Take your hands off me, you filthy creep,” Vicky flashed.
The surfer shook his head sadly. He removed his hands from her breasts, placed them on her shoulders, and pushed her below the surface of the water. Vicky thrashed desperately, but the guy was strong and he held her firmly down. Vicky had not even had time to inhale before being forced under and she was in agony as well as being completely terrified.
Finally he let her up but his hands maintained their firm grip on her shoulders. He got right to the point.
“Are you going to cooperate?” Vicky thought about screaming for help, but she knew she would not be heard by the party-goers inside the music-filled house. She also realized that if she uttered one cry she’d be pushed under again, maybe for an even longer time.
“What do you want?” she asked, trying to keep the anger out of her voice. “Oh, nothing much – just a little guy-type fun” was the casual response.
She ventured, “If you’ll only –” But she was quickly interrupted. “Look, miss – what’s your name?”
“Vicky.”
“Look, Vicky, I’m not much on conversation. Just answer my question. Are you going to cooperate?” This was accompanied by a strong message in the form of downward pressure on her shoulders.” She had no choice.
“Yes.”
“Good decision. Now for that flotation equipment of yours.” Her bikini top was tied at her neck and back with simple bow knots.
His hands moved quickly and in an instant the top was floating in the pool. The surfer regarded her exposed breasts with admiration, while the other men whistled and made rude comments.
His hands moved again, this time to grasp her breasts and fondle them with casual insolence, while Vicky, intensely humiliated, had to stand unresisting, her hands at her sides. Soon she sensed something behind her and felt the ties on her bikini bottom being undone. Next, her bare buttocks were being groped.
A voice at her back said, “Hey – nice ass!” “Really? Let’s have a look,” said the surfer.
He swung her to the edge of the pool, hoisted her and bent her over face down so her legs dangled in the water and her buns made an inviting target. “Hmm, you’re absolutely right. Nice cunt also.”
He pushed her legs apart, squeezed her buns and then began exploring her pussy. She felt his finger go inside and knew there would be more to follow.
Despite her terror, her mind drifted back to Doug. She had refused him, a nice enough guy, and now she was going to be penetrated by this hoodlum. No, more likely by all the hoodlums. How many? She mentally recalled them. There were five of them. Five!
More than the rear invasion awaited her. One of the men scrambled out of the pool, pulled off his shorts, and sat down facing her, cradling her with his legs. She had a very close view of his penis, which was totally erect.
“Suck it!” he commanded. At that moment, she felt her pussy being entered, this time not by a finger. She winced at the pain of the thrusting member. “I said suck it!” repeated her other tormenter, who then laughed nastily and said, “It’ll take your mind off what’s happening at your other end.”
He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head painfully up, inching forward until his cock was right under her mouth. “You got a choice.
Taste my cock or taste the pool water when we’re done with you.”
Again, it was not a real choice. He lowered her head and she opened her mouth to receive his cock. When it was in her mouth, she didn’t know what was expected of her – she had never done this before – but the cock’s owner gave her explicit instructions. “Move your mouth up and down on it and lick it at the same time. Give me lots of action.
When I come, swallow it.”
Her disgust at this degrading activity was matched by her loathing and pain of the rape that was also taking place. It was something of an irony that both men came at almost the same instant, and it was difficult to tell which was worse – the spurting in her vagina or the eruption in her mouth. Disregarding part of her instructions, she spat out the semen.
“I told you to swallow it. Now lick it up and swallow it!” She licked it up and swallowed it.
She was totally in the power of these cruel young men. If she did not do what they wanted, she knew it would be even worse for her.
The men took turns – one at her rear, another with his cock in her face. She had a hope that the men who had come in her mouth would be through with her, but they recovered their powers easily to take their places behind her. So she serviced each man twice, once vaginally and once orally.