Swimming Naked at the Y, Part 4

By Bro Robinson

Copyright 2021 by Bro Robinson, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now. 

Swimming Naked At The Y, Part IV

by Bro Robinson

A Bro Robinson story




At the start of the next swim class Claire gathered us around her to talk to us about practicing rescues and that we would need to pair up taking turns being the rescuer and the person being rescued. It was all business and the fact that we were totally naked, as usual, got pushed to the background, in my mind at least.

Claire was becoming a bit long winded talking about how rescuing a person from drowning can be taxing, especially in choppy water and especially if one does not have any kind of flotation device to use. Just then the door of the women's locker room flew open.

It was Miss Radibaugh. This startled us all, especially Claire. We had thought all along no one could enter our space.

“Sherie! What are you doing here? I thought I had locked all the doors.”

Miss Radibaugh smiled and simply reached for the key hanging around her neck. “I had an extra key made a long time ago. Maybe you had forgotten about it.”

Claire looked stunned. “So are you just here to observe? We were just about to pair up to practice distress rescues.”

Lindsay jumped right in. “This is participants only. If you want to be in here you have to practice with us. And ditch the swim suit. No swim suits allowed in this advanced class.”

Miss Radibaugh looked completely abashed and stammered before Claire interrupted her. “Lindsay's right Sherie. We all voted to do these classes in the nude after we decided that Bro could do it. Off with the suit, if you want to stay.”

“But I've never. This is highly irregular. Please, uh, no.”

I stepped forward and put my hand on Miss Radibaugh's shoulder, catching my fingers on the edge of her strap. “You've seen me naked often enough. Now it's your turn. Help me ladies.”

In unison they moved in around me, surrounding her. I pulled down on the sleeve of her swimsuit and with most of her breast now exposed, Michelle who was standing behind her pulled her arm out. On her left Lindsay and Ginny grabbed her other sleeve and yanked down hard.

Now she was bare down to below her navel. Claire leaned forward with arms extended and pulled each side of her suit even lower. I could see the top of her pubic hair and started to get aroused. Michelle and Lindsay pulled it the rest of the way down and Ginny lifted her ankle and pull the suit way.

Miss Radibaugh was trying to cover herself in vain her hands switching places and putting her knee up. “I have never been naked with students before.”

“But you've held a lot of naked students, isn't that right?” Ginny sounded indignant.

“I just, I just do my job. Tell them Bro.” I was loving this moment. I don't think she would have liked what I had to say but Claire beat me to it.

“Excuse me, this is my swim class. I would like to get started. Sheri, since you and Bro have worked together before you and he can pair up. It will be just like old times. Right?” She offered a catty smile. Miss R just narrowed her eyes.

I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “But now you're naked too! Miss R.” I could barely contain my laughter.

Claire looked immensely pleased with herself and turned to face us grinning broadly. “Bro, I think you should be the rescuer for Miss Radibaugh. Any objections, Sherie? Turn about is fair play, right Sherie? Anyway, I know how much you like Bro.” Claire's face turned into a naughty smirk.

I looked over at Ginny who was sending me daggers. I knew Ginny was expecting to pair up with me. Surely Claire would let us pair up later.

Ginny paired up with Lindsay to be rescued and Izzy was to rescue Michelle. All the women to be “rescued” swam down to the deep end to act as though they were in trouble. With Miss Radibaugh in the mix, Claire was now free to walk along the edge of the pool to observe all of us.

When I got to Miss Radibaugh she had her back to me and arms out treading water, making it easy for me to slip my arm around her upper torso. My right hand quickly settled into cupping her ample breast. My cheek nestled in to hers. “I've got you now Miss R. How does that feel?” She did not respond. I spread my fingers out and my thumb caught her nipple. “You're safe with me Miss R. Bro to the rescue.” I let out a naughty chortle.

Instead of pushing my hand off of her breast she put her left hand down on top of it and held it. “That feels nice Bro. Flick your thumb back and forth again.”

Her nipple had hardened. I was rapidly going to fully erect under the water. “Save me Bro. I don't wanna drown.”

With my face next to hers, I put my mouth against her ear. “Your nipple is so hard and your breast so soft.”

“Pull them to shore everyone. Pull with your free arm. Keep kicking. Full speed now. That's it. Halfway down the pool! I know it's hard. Their life is in your hands. I see that Bro. You behave now!” She laughed wickedly and I could tell she was not serious. Miss R threw her a look.

“You're almost to shore. Here comes the edge of the pool. You did it! Great job everyone!”

I kept my arm around Miss R and as she stood up in the shallow end my grasp went lower to settle in around her waist and I pulled her against me. I felt my erection slip into her butt crack and she tipped herself forward a bit to accommodate me.

“I am such a naughty boy. But you like naughty, don't you Miss R?”

“You just wait until it's my turn. I'll show you how rescuing is done.”

“I bet you will.”

But that was not to be.

“Time to change partners everyone. Pick someone you have not worked with recently.”

Ginny disobeyed as we frequently paired up. She looked determined as she sloshed through the water approaching Miss R and me, her buoyant breasts bobbing up and down.

“My turn with Bro now. I get to save him. Sorry to spoil your fun time.” She looked down at my erection. I thought she would make a snide remark to me, but nope. “So, Miss Radibaugh, examined any pee holes lately?”

I glared at her. “Geezus Ginny!”

Miss R looked indignant. “I see you two have been talking about me. Don't believe half of what you hear.”

For the rest of the class I played it straight, we all did. Claire was working us pretty hard. Now I was tired and hungry for lunch.

At break I noticed Claire talking to Miss Radibaugh, looking intense and gesturing emphatically. Both women would look over to Ginny and me. Were they talking about us? I was about to find out that yes they were.

“Good job everyone see you all next class. Bro and Ginny, I need to talk to you.” Whatever it was about involved Miss Radibaugh as the two women were standing close together. I wondered if I was in trouble.

“Bro, Ginny, I suppose you are wondering the real reason why Sherie showed up for our class today. I didn't know myself until we were on break.” She turned to Miss Radibaugh. “Would you like to explain it to them?”

“Yes, certainly. As you may have heard, the Y has a swim teacher shortage, especially male teachers. We have slots that need filled immediately. Most important is that they be qualified to instruct the boys. The gender of the teacher is not of paramount importance.

“That is where you two come it. I know you have not completed your certifications for advanced swimming but from what I have seen today you are both already more than qualified. So I am offering you both swim instructor positions.

“I should add that enrollment numbers are down for the classes, especially with the older boys -- and the lack of male instructors may be the reason. Bro, you can help us out in that regard.

“I talked with Mrs. Fredricks and we are thinking that Bro could teach the 12-15 year old kids. Ginny, you could assist me teaching the 8-11 year old boys. Why don't you two shower and get dressed and we can meet in the Y cafeteria for lunch, my treat. I'll give you both all the particulars. Does that sound good?”

Ginny's eyes were wide with disbelief and wet from being on the verge of tears. “Yes! That sounds wonderful! I can't wait to talk about it. Right Bro?”

“Yes! Yes! I'm speechless!”

“Great. Meet me in the Y lobby and we'll head to the cafeteria from there.”

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“Bro, I can't believe we are swim instructors now!”

“I know Ginny. I keep pinching myself. I do have do wonder if they will mind that I teach the class in my own way.”

“What's that Bro?”

“As I have never worn as swim suit here, like ever, I wonder if..”

Ginny cut me off. “I don't see why not. You've always been naked here. You would be just one of the boys, more equal.”

“Exactly!”

“I'm thinking I'm going to want to keep the Moms and sisters out though. That has been getting out of hand lately.”

“Yes, I suppose. But they would not show up for their kids if they were not already used to seeing everyone naked.”

“Yeah, good point.” I realized that I should have thought that. Oh well.

And so for my first class I walked out of the boy's shower bay naked as usual. Several bare boys saw me and came running. Standing close around me, I could tell that they were pleased that I was one of them.

“Hi, I'm Bro Robinson. I'm going to be your swim instructor. As I have never worn a swim suit in all my years at the Y, I don't plan to start now. If you don't mind.” I watched their faces.

“He's one of us! Thank you Bro. I'm going to love this class!”
They were literally jumping up and down with joy. I turned to the life guard chair and noticed the female lifeguard on duty. I had not noticed her before.

“Hey! Hello! You going to mind if I don't wear a swim suit when I teach these kids?”

The lifeguard looked up from her book. “I see a lifetime of dicks every week. What is one more? Besides, it, er, you look great!! Be my guest.”

And with that it was a done deal. The little boys continued to cheer. I had never been an instant hit with anyone before and I was liking it.

I spent the class just going over basics, and trying to assess how much they already knew about swimming. I was pleased their were no duds and laggards. Everyone seemed very much into it.

With the hour up, I blew my whistle and yelled class dismissed. Young lithe and newly muscular bodies climbed out of the pool.

I watched a lad named Freddy with a buzz cut walking toward me. Then I discovered it was not me he was walking towards. Right behind me were, I assumed, his Mom and sister there to pick him up.

No where to hide now. Freddie walked right up to me all excited. “Mom, this is my new swim teacher, Bro. He's just the best.”

I watched his Mom extend her hand. But she wasn't looking in my eyes, she was looking down. A bit too loudly I announced, “I'm Bro Robinson. So nice to meet your Mrs....um...”

Her gaze at my loins broken, she snapped her head up. “Mrs. Miller. So nice to meet you. Her eyes caught mine briefly then looked back down again.

I sighed. “Freddie is a great swimmer. He did wonderful today.”

“Yeah I did Mom, and look I got some pubes now just like Bro.” His pointing finger was less than an inch from it. I wanted to smack him.

Mom and daughter bent over even further to look -- not at Freddie -- but at me. I knew it was time to have Ginny give me another shave down there!

“But I got too much skin right here. When am I gonna get like him?” Freddy was holding out his ample foreskin and stretching it.

Freddy's Mom looked flustered. “He is so self-conscious about not being circumcised like most of the other boys. I try to tell him he looks fine like that. But, I have to admit he's a bit high maintenance.”

“High maintenance? How exactly? I'm not sure I get your meaning.”

She leaned in close and whispered. “Smegma. I need to bathe him quite often. You know...his.”

“Oh right. Smegma. In his foreskin. Yes.” I was suddenly feeling glad I never had that problem.

“I taught his sister how to do it. Whenever I'm too busy she takes over. She seems to like the job. Don't you sweetie?

“I love washing Freddy. He really likes it. Sometimes he even makes white stuff.”

Freddy looked pissed. “You're not supposed to tell that!”

I watched Mom blinking hard in disbelief.

“I just try to be thorough Mom. You know, like you showed me.”

Mom's face turned scarlet. Maybe mine was too.

It was starting to feel more than awkward. The daughter tugged on her mother's arm. “Mom, I want swim lessons like Freddie. I want this man to teach me. He's really cute. Please? Please Mom?”

Who the hell were these women? I needed to detach. I switched to observation mode and retreated into my head.

Looking them both up and down, the Mom and daughter are nicely dressed: Mom in a floral pattern house dress several inches above the knee with matching belt accenting her trim waist, and the daughter wearing a dark maroon sleeveless jumper. Was it the uniform from the girl's school? Their hairdos match, blonde bouncy curls a little off the shoulder. With her big blue eyes and long lashes the Mom looks really cute, I think. Daughter has blue eyes too, appears older than Freddie but is probably younger. Does she really bathe him ... and 'make white stuff'?

Just then I felt a hand brush and caress my bare butt and I snapped back into my surroundings. I turned to see the lifeguard down from her chair smiling broadly and looking quite svelte in her tank top and standing really close to me. “Hey big guy! I'm mad at you. I got none of my book read. I watched you the whole class.”

“Must be a boring book.”

“Not at all. Peyton Place. Steamy stuff! See?” She held up the book to show me. “I bet you'd like it. Everyone in the office is reading it.”

“Hmm. Never heard of it.”

“I just wanted you to know I think you're a great teacher. Those kids really loved you. My name's Becky. Gotta run. Maybe I can take you to lunch someday.”

I nodded my head and I turned my attention back to the Mom and daughter. Mom seemed amused by my brief exchange with the lifeguard. “I'm reading the same book.”

“No kidding!”

“Yes, well, Peyton Place reminds me of Avondale.”

“Our progressive little town. Maybe I'll check it out.”

“You know, we weren't certain about this class. The Y has lost some good teachers recently. But from what we've seen today, we are sold.” She brazenly looked down right at it again. Did no one ever tell her it is impolite to stare?

“So, do you ever give private swim lessons? We have a pool you could use. I know I could be a better swimmer. And my daughter certainly could.”

That got my attention. “You guys have a pool? Wow. That explains why Freddie is so good. Um, well, I'm sorry I don't have any cards on me to give you.”

I watched the mother look me up and down again, -- mostly down. “Yes. Birthday suits have no pockets.” She laughed at her little joke. “No problem. I am in here all the time. We can talk about it maybe next class to set up times and prices. Come on Freddy. I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of you!” She laughed again and winked. Right. Mom was a regular comedian.

I felt a hand on my arm. Another woman! Very very attractive! What a dish! Oh my Gawd! Who was this?

“You must be the new swim instructor. I'm Bob's wife, Melissa. I'm just here to drop him off. That's him over there walking into the office to sign in. You'll like working with Bob. He's a great guy. Get him to show you the ropes.”

As good looking as she was, I was beginning to feel a bit self conscious with yet another woman staring right at my package.

“You know I have suggested to Bob numerous times that he should teach his swim classes in the nude. Like what's one more penis? Especially one as nice as yours. So thick and meaty!” Her eyes twinkled and she licked her lips.

“Thanks. Your are too kind.” She was certainly not like her husband. Not shy at all! Even a bit too forward, I thought. She didn't pause, just kept talking.

“I think he's just a bit shy about his body. Obviously you're not. I like that, a lot! Maybe you can help him change his mind. I am very open minded about these things, you know. I teach life drawing at the art school. I pose nude myself on a somewhat regular basis. Maybe you've heard of me?” She struck pose with her hand on her waist, lifting her chest and cocking her hip.

I had not heard of her. But if she posed for life drawing classes I was thinking maybe I needed to sign up. Not only was she really cute but she had a terrific figure. Gorgeous big brown eyes I could lose myself in. “Nice to meet you Melissa. I need to head to the office myself now. I'll be sure and suggest it to him.

As I walked to the office my mind was trying to process all the female attention, none of which I had counted on. And why was everyone reading Peyton Place?

As I walked into the office I saw Bob standing at a row of six lockers and undressing. I didn't know if I should approach him. He took off his white briefs and pulled a little Speedo out of his gym bag. Then he looked up and saw me. “Oh hi! I'm Bob. You must be the new swim instructor everyone is talking about. Give me a second while I get this thing on.”

When his Speedo was in place he now adjusted himself to his satisfaction. “I never know which direction or angle to put it in. The Speedo sure doesn't cover much.”

“I hear you. That's why I just decided to be one of the kids and skipped the Speedo. The boys loved it.”

“Really? Seriously? My wife wants me to try that. I don't know. I'm a little shy. How was it for you?”

“It was fine Bob. All the years I have been swimming here I never wore a swim suit. I don't think much about it one way or the other. You should try it. It would be just like back when you took swim classes.”

“I vote that you skip the suit, Bob.” I turned around to see Miss R standing there with Ginny. They had finished their class at the kiddie pool and had come in the office to sign themselves out.

Ginny chimed in, eyes wide. “That little Speedo leaves nothing to the imagination Bob. I can see every detail in the outline of it. Your penis head and everything. Did you know that?”

“Well I uh, no, I mean yes.” Bob cupped himself with his right hand and bent forward. He looked like he wanted to run.

“Bob, this is Ginny. She just started working here. She'll be assisting me. You'll probably be seeing a lot of her.”

Bob looked down helplessly at his hand in front of his Speedo. Ginny extended her hand for Bob to shake it. “Nice to meet you Bob!” I could see Bob hesitate. To shake hands with Ginny he would have to uncover his package. But, he did it, although with a red face.

“Nice to meet you too Ginny. I heard they hired a woman, but I had no idea she would be so young and beautiful, and...so, um, curvy.” Bob, released his hand from shaking Ginny's, and returned it to the front of his Speedo. Damn! He was shy!

Miss R was enjoying Bob's nervousness. “We think you should unleash that thing. It will feel great. Nothing to be shy about! I swam naked in the advanced class. Ginny did too. Bro was there. It was very liberating for me, -- for all of us.”

Ginny was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Bob, my take on seeing a guy in Speedo like yours is kind of like a guy seeing a girl in a wet T-shirt. You know you are seeing more than you are supposed to and you want to turn away, but you just can't.”

I looked at her in amazement. “Damn Ginny! You nailed it! Very observant!” Inwardly I was enjoying that she had clearly flustered Bob even more. Now he was cupping himself with both hands.

“Ginny's right Bob. Just take it off. All the years I've been teaching here I pretty much know what you've got down there even though you refuse to take it off in the shower.”

“Sherie Radibaugh! I didn't realize you noticed.”

“How could I not. You've got a really nice package Bob! Doesn't he Ginny?”

“I should say so. He's got nothing to be ashamed of down there. Look! I think we are starting to get to him. That Speedo won't be able to contain that sausage much longer.”

I was enjoying this immensely. “Bob, you heard the ladies. Time to strip.” And they were right. Bob was about to bust out of his tiny swim suit.

“We need to see it Bob. Do it or we will do it for you!”

Bob was red faced and confused. But he suddenly looked pissed. “So, I guess it's just like when I look at your cameltoe Sherie. I can't peel my eyes away!”

“What? You look at my cameltoe?”

“I sure do! It's really sexy, right Bro?” Ah ha! Bob's revenge. This was great.

I gave each of the women a sly smile and nodded vigorously “That it is, Bob! I love Miss R's vertical lips and how puffy they get. And check out Ginny's. Her cameltoe is pretty great too.”

Bob turned to Ginny and his eyes widened. “Damn! It is!”

Ginny shot me daggers but I just laughed it off. Sherie put her hand at her crotch in mock embarrassment. “Well you pervy things! I would rip off Bro's suit but he's already naked. I think we should just rip Bob's down together, don't you Ginny?”

“Right. The way the head is peeking out completely over the top now, it should be really easy.”

Bob looked down and gasped. The end of his manhood was on full display. “Shit! Okay okay you little sluts! It's coming off.” Bob pulled the front waistband out and let it spring free. Then he pushed the Speedo down to above his knees.”

“All the way to the floor Bob. You can't teach like that.”

I know I was blinking hard. Bob was extremely well endowed. Was he bigger than me? He was!

“There! Are you fucking happy now?” He raised up on his feet and let his heels drop, making it bounce up and down.

Miss R laughed. “No, the question is Bob, are YOU happy.  Doesn't that feel liberating?”

“Maybe when it goes down.  I'm a little self conscious with it unfurled and sticking out like this right in front of Ginny here, -- who I never even met before.” He gave it a defiant down stroke which only perked it up even more.    “There! Take a real good look!”

Ginny was only too happy to oblige him.  Leaning way over looking at it, her eyes were popping out.  Her hand reached out as though she were about to touch it.  I held my breath. Would she?

Ginny looked like the penis inspector.  “Penises are designed to inflate Bob. It's what they are supposed to do. No big deal.”  Looking at her amazed expression, and her hand still out, her actions were not agreeing with her words at all!

Miss R chimed in. “Anyway, we like them inflated, don't we Ginny? And I think Bob has been wanting me to see it for a long time -- all engorged like that.”

“Yes, we want them totally inflated! Especially long ones like yours!  Your manhood is super super nice Bob!”

I felt like I needed to say something. “Bob, I think it will feel more natural once you get in with your class of boys.  They won't be staring so impolitely.”  Taking Bob's side, I narrowed my eyes and shot the women a look.

Bob scowled at Ginny and Miss R.  “Thank you Bro. I appreciate that.  I can see the boys for my class are starting to come out of their shower bay.  I hope they like me not wearing my swim suit.” He walked out of the office and into the natatorium butt cheeks flexing and relaxing.

I called out. “You're doing it for your wife Bob. That's what she wants.”

Bob raised his hand in acknowledgement that he heard me, then flipped me the finger.    A chorus of young lads started yelling.  “Look. Bob's naked just like us!”

I turned back to Ginny and Miss R.  They were standing at their lockers and taking off their own swim suits.  I liked it that the lockers adjoining the office were for all the instructors no matter which gender.   

I realized that I had used the lockers in the boys locker room.   
It should have occurred to me.  But I had simply showered where I always had. I was an instructor now!! 

Miss R turned toward me and struck a suggestive pose. “We're just going to rinse the chlorine off.  You can join us if you like.  And does my cameltoe look better with no cloth covering it? Since you like it so much.” She tipped her hips out and spread her lips with her fingers. 

“How about mine Bro?”  Ginny put her finger in her slit and rubbed up and down.  She was already fully open.  Had Bob done that to her? Damn!

I tried to put my eyes back in my head.  The two women had formed a naughty tag team.

“Don't you love watching him get fully extended? Look at it! And that Nazi helmet!”

“Come on Bro. Join us. There is only one shower head,  but we can take turns, right Ginny?”

“You can wash my back if you want to Bro.”

“And maybe we can wash his front.” Both the women let out a naughty laugh looking at each other. They seemed to be getting along really well now.  What had caused the shift?  Working together with naked boys? I was seeing a new side of Ginny! 

I watched their buttocks sway and stayed back taking in the way their waists widened into full hips, and trying to get my mind around the fact that I was about to shower with two hot women.  Would three people fit into that shower bay?  It would be a tight squeeze but maybe that would make it more enjoyable.  In my head I was already trying to make the most of it.   

Suddenly Miss R stopped just before entering the shower bay and pointed.  “Read the new sign Bro. Can you believe it?”

I shook my head in disbelief.   

“This shower is for the exclusive use of swim instructors, males and females both.  Men are advised to please be courteous and cover up if a women enters the area to use it.”

I laughed out loud.  “And the women don't have to cover up? That's the most absurd sign I have ever read!”

“Like there was ever any male nudity around here!”

Miss R was laughing too.  “Tell me about it.  Somebody did not think it through.”

Ginny looked incredulous.  “Nothing like breaking the rules right off the bat.”

Miss R turned on the water and stuck her head under the spray.  “Oh the irony! I think they're just covering their collective ass.”

“No doubt.”

“I'm glad we don't care one whit about this.”

“Right Ginny. We all love being naked with each other, don't we? Hand me the shampoo. I'll pour some on your head too.”

“Mmm. Thanks Bro.  Put some suds on my back. Yeah, that's it.”

“How about me Bro?  Wash my back too.”

“Sure Miss R.” I felt like I was doing a kind of naked dance.  One woman then the other.

“And my butt too. Damn, it's really close quarters in here.”

“I know. Bro keeps poking me.”

I laughed. “Yeah, and you love it.”

Ginny swiped my abs up and down with the flat of her hand going lower each time. “Maybe I should wash it until it goes down.”

“Yeah, you wash his front. I'll wash his backside, down low especially into his butt crack and between his legs.”

Ginny reached lower and put her soapy hands on my erection. 
Miss R thrust her arm between my legs and soaped my balls from behind with flicks of her fingers. I could feel her breasts against my back.  Ginny's belly moved against mine and slid against it back and forth.

“I never showered with two women before. All this skin against me, I may not last long.” I put my soapy hands on Ginny's ass and pulled her to me.  I felt Miss R reach around my waist and her fingers wrap around my shaft.  “He is super erect Ginny.  I'm flicking his banjo string.”

Ginny put her mouth on mine and then her tongue in my mouth.  Miss R's hand was moving in hard quick strokes. 

My head started to spin. “Oh.  Oh.  Oh shit. I'm...Oh Gawd.” 

Ginny backed away from me and looked down. “Oh! My tummy's so slick now.” She wiped my white rivulets, smearing them evenly.  She clutched me to her and twisted her torso back and forth.  “Bro, I'm spreading your jizz all over.”

Ginny grabbed my hand and put it deep into her cleft.  “Rub it hard. I'm almost there.  Shit.  Oh shit.  Oh! My cunt is erupting.  Damn Bro. Cumming so....hard.”

Suddenly we got real quiet.  It was just the sound of the water and heavy breathing.  Miss R stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and began drying off.  She looked sullen. It occurred to me that she did not get to have an orgasm.

I jumped out and embraced her from the back.  “I didn't forget about you.  You need some fun too.”

“Yeah! I need to cum so bad.”

“Lie down on your back Miss R, on the bench. That's it. Legs wide.”

I knelt down and put my face and tongue in the furrow of her sex and started licking and sucking.  Ginny was at her side and picked up her leg, holding it out. 

“Yes. That's it.  Eat my snatch.  Eat my cunt.  Suck my clit now.  Oh Bro!”

“Put your fingers in her Bro.  Thumb on the top, outside. I'll hold her leg up and caress her inner thigh for you.”

“Yes Bro. Rub hard with your thumb.  Fuck me with your hand.”

“Sooo intense!”  Her hips started bucking wildly.  “Suck it now. Suck that clit. Oh gawd.  That's it.  Yes. Yes. Oh yes.  Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Hey is she all right?”

I looked up and a naked little lad was standing right beside her looking quite scared.  Who the hell was this?

“I just had to pee. Bob said to come in here.”

I wiped my mouth with my hand.  “She just had a bad cramp is all.  I got rid of it.  It's okay.  She's all right.”

“Yeah, I get cramps sometimes too. 'Specially if I swim right after I eat. Why does she look so raw down there?”

“I had to massage it vigorously.  It was an emergency. But she's better now.” I gave Miss R a stern look. I tried to sound official.  “You really should not eat right before swimming Miss Radibaugh.”

“Yeah Miss Radibaugh.  You know better than that.  That's what you tell us!”

Ginny, who had wrapped herself in a towel at this point, started laughing. “That's it son, you tell her.”

“I think she should put her bathing suit back on. Only men can be naked here.  And you too!”  He scowled at Ginny like he was the boss. 

“Right.”  Ginny and I burst out laughing.  He was hilarious!

Miss R suddenly bolted upright and covered her front with her towel. Her face was scarlet.  “It's not funny you two!”

I put my hand on the boy's shoulder. “She's done swimming. She has to get dressed to leave.”  He was holding his little penis in a tight grip.  “If you need to use the restroom, it's right there. Just close the door.”

“Yeah, thanks. I really gotta go.”

“And be sure and flush it when you're done.”

“I will. I'm a big boy now.”

The three of us began to get dressed.  Bob came in.  “I called free swim. Is Timmy in there?”

“Yeah, he's in the john.”

“I thought I heard some commotion.  I just wanted to check to see if everything is all right.”

Ginny, who was buttoning her blouse, looked up. “We're fine Bob.  Really.”  Ginny had not yet put on panties and was bare from the waist down.    I could see Bob trying to avert his eyes, all in vain.  His manhood immediately started swelling up. 

I looked over at Ginny.  She had picked up her used towel, I thought to cover herself, -- but no.  Putting her foot up on the bench and her knee out, she slowly rubbed the towel slowly around her leg and thigh.  She was giving Bob and even better view.    I knew she had completely dried off.  What a tease!  Was she attracted to him?  She dropped the towel and ran her fingers up her slit.  She was coming on to him!  And he now was fully erect!

Bob's face turned red and he cupped himself so we hopefully could not see that he was now fully engorged in front of her, in front of us.  All in vain.  Miss R gave me a look and I nodded with a smirk.

The moment was broken at the sound of the toilet flushing the bathroom door flew open and out walked Timmy.  “Well, I'm glad to see you girls are getting dressed.  We need to start enforcing the rules Mr. Pfifer.  No naked girls!  Only guys can be naked!!”

“I'll have to put my foot down Timmy.”

“Rules are rules.  I told them!”

“Did you now.”  Bob was grinning.

“Miss Radibaugh was in here naked with him.  And so was she!” He pointed at Ginny.    “I saw them.”

I leaned down to his level. “We had to take a shower Timmy.”

“Oh. Is that when she got the tummy cramps?”

“Yes Timmy.”

“She had cramps real bad Mr. Pfifer. You shoulda seen it.”

Bob looked at us quizzically. 

“Just a bit of um, extra curricular activity in the shower Bob. If you get my drift.”

Bob straightened up like a light bulb had turned on.  “OH! Oh, I see. I'm glad you're feeling better Sherie.  You can't teach swimming with, um, tummy cramps.” He gave her a wink and a smirk.

“He fixed her and made her feel better. I saw him do it.”

Bob started laughing.  “I'm starting to get the picture.  Timmy, lets let them finish getting dressed.  You know I think it's okay if they take their clothes off to take a shower, don't you?”

He kept trying avert his eyes from looking at Ginny but I kept catching him. Was he attracted to her?  It was certainly understandable. 

My attention returned to Timmy who was thinking. “Yeah.  Yeah, I guess they can be naked in the shower.  But no where else!! Not in the pool!  No naked girls!! We don't allow it!!”

We were all laughing again.  “Timmy thinks he's my little enforcer. I am trying to teach him it is not his job.”

I knelt down to his level.  “Timmy, I'll tell you what. From now on, if we have to take a shower we will close the door and lock it.  How's that? You won't ever see a naked girl around here ever again.  Deal?”  I put out my hand for him to shake it.

“Okay.  Deal.”  He put his hand out and I put it in mine.

“Nice working with you Timmy.”

Bob, still cupping himself, was eager to leave.  “Well, I need to get back to my class.”

“I bet you do!  Hands at your sides Bob.  If you're going to be teaching the boys in the nude you have to get used to us seeing you naked too, right Ginny?  She told you she really likes it.”

“Right on both counts, especially the second one.”

Bob looked even more embarrassed.  “I'm trying to get used to it.  Just looking at you Ginny, made me.... I'm sorry.”  He turned and left.

“Nothing to be sorry about Bob!” Ginny looked at Miss R, eyes still wide.  She whispered but I could hear her. “Not that we'll ever get used to it!”

“He is quite a stud, isn't he?”

“Oh yeah.  I think I'm going to like working here. Bob is quite a perk.”

I know I had a look on my face.  “Oh come on Bro, you know he is hot.  Hey, let's hit the cafeteria. I'm starved!”

A few minutes later we sat down at a table for two, me with my usual burger and fries, Ginny with a Cobb salad.    Going through the line I could not get over how buoyantly happy Ginny was from assisting with the swim class.  As I started to eat she was still talking about it.

“Oh Bro they are just the sweetest bunch of little fellas you ever laid eyes on.  I fell in love with all of them, especially this one boy I worked with named Rudy.  He's 10 going on 11 next month he told me.    I just loved working with him.  Holding him up in the water, my hand was under his butt.  He has the cutest tushy you ever saw.  His little wiener got stiff and stayed that way the rest of the class.  He will drive the ladies crazy when he gets older. He's just adorable Bro!”

I know I was looking serious. “Ginny, your salad.”

“Oh right.  I know I've been talking too much.  You've hardly said anything.  Is everything all right?” She put her fork in it and took a bite.

“Yeah. I'm okay.”  I put my burger down.    “You think Rudy's tushy is cuter than mine?”

“Oh Bro. Don't be silly.  Yours is the cutest ever. Bro, they're just little boys.  But I have to confess they are all so lovable naked.  I think if I ever get married and have sons they will need to be naked all the time. I think Rudy has a crush on  me.  Is that the way it was when Sherie taught you?  Did you have a crush on her?  Did she make it hard all the time?  She did, didn't she? Tell me Bro.”

I didn't say a word.  I just sat there. But she was right.  Miss R did make it hard all the time.

“I think you're miffed at me. Are you?  Did I stare at Bob's manhood too much?”

“Well, now that you mention it.  You were kind of leaning way over to look at it after he took his Speedo off, and you had your hand out while looking like you were ready to grab and stroke it.”

“He told us to take a good look!  And it is rather magnificent, from a female's perspective. I didn't know I had my hand out.  I wouldn't have touched it. I do have some manners.”

“With me standing there.”

“Oh don't be ridiculous.  You know what? I think you're jealous!”

“No! No way!”

“I think I'm the one who should be jealous.  The way you just pushed Sherie down on the bench and started doing her.”

“You held her leg up and out!”

“I was just caught up in the moment.  That's all.”

“Yeah, I guess we all were. She hadn't climaxed yet.  I wanted her to have as much fun as we just had.”

We sat there in silence and then Ginny started in on her salad.

She finished chewing and took a sip of iced tea.  “Sherie says that Bob's wife Melissa is incredibly good looking. And she poses nude for art classes.”

“Yeah, I met her when she dropped Bob off.  She is in fact, drop dead gorgeous.”

“Prettier than me?”

I grinned.  “No, not in the face. Her legs are longer. He hips are full and she has a great round butt. She probably looks fantastic posing nude.”

“I need to meet her.  She must be pretty open minded.”

“She seemed to enjoy talking to me with me standing there naked, and encouraging me to talk to Bob about it.”

“Did you get hard?”

“Yeah, kinda.  She is a turn on!”

“Bullshit Bro.  You got hard as a rock, and you know it.”

I could feel my face turning red.  “Like I said, she is drop dead gorgeous.”

“Did you have some lustful thoughts about her?”

“Well, yeah.”

“I'm glad you're being honest with me.  I am having lustful thoughts about Bob.”

“Big surprise.”

“Was it that obvious?”

“I saw you run your finger up your slit right in front of him, leg up on the bench and your knee out.”

“Did I do that?” 

I watched her face turn red.  She knew what she did.  “It was just a sexual reflex Bro.”

I narrowed my eyes not quite believing it. 

“Okay.  I admit it. With him standing there naked and all aroused and with it pointing right at me, I wanted to run into the bathroom and get myself off.”

“Ginny, it's totally understandable. I'm not mad at you.”

“What do think I should do about it? Tell him?”

“I think he figured that out already.” I gave her a knowing smile.

“You think I'm a slut don't you?”

“No. I don't think that.”

“Bob called us that.”

I nodded in agreement.  “He was getting pretty emotional He didn't mean it.”

“No. I am a slut actually.  You were right.  What I really wanted to do was grab his penis and put it in my mouth, my one hand cupping his balls. In my mind I was seeing myself ejaculating him, his jizz hitting the back of my mouth and me swallowing it.  Him screaming out in pleasure, pushing the back of my head down onto him.  Me sucking really hard with each spurt. All that and more so vivid in my mind. For me, he just oozes sexuality and I am like hypnotized by it.  Me sucking him off feels fated somehow. I know it is going to happen. I can't explain it. There! I said it!”

I looked around to see if anyone was listening.  I was both turned on and scared at the same time.  I had never heard anyone talk like this before.  The words 'sucking really hard with each spurt' burned into my brain.  That was exactly how she did it with me!

“So tell me Bro, if I fooled around with him like you did with Sherie, would you be mad at me?”

My mind was reeling.  I blinked hard.  “Not if you told me about it.  No wait.  You would need to include me.  I would want to be there.”

“I admit, I am obsessed with sucking him off.  His cock is so long I could use two hands.  I'm sorry. I think it is not just me.  I think I am picking up on something. Vibes. But are you saying you think we should have a threesome with Bob?”

My mind was swirling with all my thoughts about her expertise at oral sex.  How did she attain that?  Doing Bull Landis?  Did he teach her? I felt there was a story there that she had not yet told me. 

I could tell Ginny was getting impatient for my answer.  Maybe she was a slut.  Maybe she was indeed a sex addict like she confessed to being and I shrugged it off saying she was just trying to make up for lost time after she lost her virginity.  I tried to snap back to the present.

“I need to think about this.  Maybe I would just want to watch.  I don't know. Maybe, um, ... maybe Melissa would want to be included.”

Ginny brightened. “Oh right. I bet she would.  Even if she just wants to watch me with him.  Assuming they even do that.”

We sat there in silence.  My mind was racing, imaging getting it on with Melissa while watching Bob thrusting into Ginny in different positions and then possibly switching off.  I wondered if her mind was racing too. It had to be.

Ginny picked at her salad and I had a few more bites of my burger.  After another swig of iced tea she put her glass down at stared hard at me. 

“What?”

“You see what you did? This is all your fault?”

“My fault? You're blaming me?”

“You just had to teach the class naked, didn't you? That changed everything.  Admit it. It's true.”

“Ginny, that was always true.  It was a given.  Non-negotiable! You had to know that.  Anyway, we've got several more classes ahead of us. I'm sure more will be revealed. We'll figure this out.”

~

About two hours before the next class day, both Bob I were told to report to the front office when we arrived.  Apparently, the entire Y was abuzz with the news that Bob and I had taught our swim classes in the nude.    Had the Y heard anything else? 

I wondered if we were in big trouble. Was little Timmy any part of it? I figured not but maybe he had said something to his Mom.  Nah.  He was just a little kid, what did he know? Maybe the lifeguard had said something to someone, but she seemed pretty friendly.  My mind was racing.  Shit.

Bob and I were ushered into Mrs. Fredricks office feeling contrite and sheepish.  He didn't seem like a sexual svengali, at that moment at least. 

She finally looked up from her paperwork, took off her reading glasses, and acknowledged our presence. “Why the sullen faces?  You're not in any trouble.”

Bob and I looked at each other.  “We're not?”

“Heavens no.  I called you in here because you two decided to teach your classes naked.  Admittedly, you should have checked in with me first. It has caused quite a stir around here.  But now that's done, I have been checking around myself about this.

“No one has ever taught the boys nude here before, although I cannot find any rule against it.  I have called a dozen Ys around the country and talked to them.  At five of them the male instructors are naked with the boys.  A sixth Y has been discussing it due to pressure from the male instructors.    They are leaning to let the instructors teach nude, so it looks like it will happen, even though they recently hired a female instructor and have several female lifeguards.”

I raised my hand. “Kind of like here.”   

She smiled at me.  “Yes, like here. Avondale is a very progressive community as everyone well knows and I think we need to keep up with the times.  Bob, I want you to know how much we all appreciate you teaching the lads in your little Speedo these many years. You could have chosen old fashioned trunks, but you didn't.  We are so glad of that. You kind of paved the way for Bro here.”

“Thank you Mrs. Fredricks.  I didn't realize anyone had ever noticed, otherwise I might have chosen trunks.”

Mrs. Fredricks smiled and turned to Bob.  “Oh we most certainly had noticed.”  She raised her eyebrows up and down, smiling. “Now here is what I am proposing.  That we officially take this just a bit further, the next logical step really.  I have given this a great deal of thought and I have decided that all the male teachers will have to teach nude now. How do you feel feel about that Bob?” 

“I guess I'm okay with it. I am still trying to get used to the idea.  When I went to check on Timmy taking a bathroom break I encountered Sherie and that new instructor, Ginny.  They had just got out of the shower.  Bro was there too.  All of us were naked, together.  It was a very embarrassing, especially as I had only met Ginny.”

“Nothing the women had never seen before.  Especially around here. Bob, think of it this way. With no Speedo on you would no longer have the problem of it being so constrained by fabric. I know that has been a problem for you in the past, you being so well endowed and all.”

Bob turned scarlet.  “I see what you're saying.  I would no longer have to worry about it slipping out over the waist band.”

“Exactly Bob.  It would be very freeing for you.”

“I had not thought of it that way. I could just let it hang loose.” Bob looked like he was searching for words.    “You know Melissa teaches art and life drawing at the art school.”

“Yes I do know.  She has famously posed for life drawing classes herself. A very sought after model I understand.”

“She is THE most sought after model.  I am so proud of her!”

“I think what you are trying to tell me is that you would make your wife happy teaching in the nude. Is that right?”

“Yes. That's it. Melissa would love it.”

“Good.  Happy wife. Happy life.  I have more news you will like. Since Bro's ground breaking nude-led class, six mothers have enrolled their sons, some for Bro's class and some for Bob's.    I am extremely pleased by this and how fast word got around. This is going to be great for our bottom line!”

I sat thinking of the private lessons offer.  My bottom line too? Did the Mom want me to teach in the nude?  What will she be wearing?  And the daughter?  How much could I charge?

I snapped out of my reverie to hear Bob question if adult male nudity would not be out of bounds socially.  I watched him stammer.  “You know.....the, uh, pubic hair.”

I looked over at Mrs. Fredricks.  “Good question Bob.  You know, based on my occasional walk throughs some of the older boys in the upper level classes fit that description perfectly well already.  I think they might want to trim up a bit. Bro, since you have the older class, perhaps you could mention it.”

“Uh, sure Mrs. Fredricks.  And so I should shave there too?” 

“Yes, do that!” She leaned in as if revealing a big secret.  “You know some of those boys are much more well endowed than my husband.”   

I looked over at Bob.  I could tell he was as embarrassed by her admission as me.  This was too much information!

But she looked pleased with herself.  Looking directly at me she lowered her voice.  “I understand you don't have that problem.  I hear your manhood is something to behold.  Is that true?”

I felt myself turning red. “I guess I am blessed in that department.” 

A little too casually she tossed out:  “Penises come in all shapes, thicknesses and lengths. Some have hair some don't.  I don't see what the big deal is.  But from my experience it is not public hair that makes a penis interesting.  It is the size.  The bigger the size the more interesting they become, hair or no hair.  Would you gentlemen agree?

Bob looked me.  Our eyes were wide.    I decided to respond. “I guess we don't notice them the same way that you do.”

“I suppose not.”  Looking flustered we watched her shuffle some papers on her desk.

I felt like I needed to to rescue her. “I tend to notice that some guys are circumcised and some not -- me being circumcised myself.”

Now this got Mrs. Fredrick's attention.    “I happen to know that Bob is too.  I saw him once. You know, on my occasional walk through tours.”

I know I looked surprised.  Were they really occasional?  What did she prefer in the way of a man's package. I needed to know. “So is, um, how do I say this?  Is that what you, um, prefer -- as a woman, I mean?”

Mrs. Fredricks gave me a delighted smile.  But she looked like she was searching for words.  Finally she spoke. “I confess that I do Bro.”

I looked over and saw Bob blushing.  I felt I needed to add something. “I certainly am glad I won't be disappointing you in that regard.”  I grinned trying to make it a lighter moment.

“Bro! That's so sweet!” 

She looked pleased with herself once more and I could tell she felt heard.  “All right then, having explored this subject at some... length.....”  She laughed at her joke.  “...I'm glad we could talk about this so frankly.  So it is all settled. Anyway, at the end of the day, a penis is a penis, so what difference does it make if the instructor teaches in the nude with all the other naked males.” 

Bob jumped in, “Especially if it increases enrollment, right?”

I pointed my finger up to add my two cents. “A full class means we all have jobs!”

“Yes. I'm so happy you thought of this Bro! I do need to follow up on this.  I have not done my usual class walk through in some time.  So you gentlemen can expect that to happen in the near future.  I need to see for myself how the lads take to their instructor teaching with no swim suit on.  I hope you don't mind -- not that either of you have any say in the matter.”

Suddenly Mrs. Fredricks looked as if a light bulb had come on. “Yes! That's it! I'm going to put on my PE hat now.  I need to assess the physiques of both of you.  Seize the hour as they say!  So I need everything off so I can critique your physical condition and make suggestions.”

Bro and Bob just look at each other totally abashed.  “You mean ... our clothes?”

“Bob, of course I mean your clothes.  Off with them.  NOW!”

Bob started grumbling but began to comply.  I sighed and lifted my T-shirt. I watched Bob start unbuttoning his.  Was this really happening?

Mrs. Fredricks got up from behind her desk came around and sat down on the front edge of her desk with her skirt hiked up watching us intently.

I unbuckled my pants, unzipped and let them drop to the floor. Bob was proceeding much more slowly than me.  I was down to my underwear and he had barely gotten his shirt off.  I looked at Mrs. Fredricks who parted her legs a bit.  I could see the tops of her stockings.  Her legs were most shapely and I could feel myself starting to tent out as I pondered what her panties looked like.

“Looking good! One more item of clothing to go Bro.  Hurry up Bob!”

I sighed.  If she want to see me in my naked glory I would give her a good show.    I pulled the waistband out with my left hand exposing my shaft.  With my right hand I pulled them down n back exposing my butt and turned a bit towards her.    I pulled the waist band out, over the tip and down, letting it spring free.  It bobbed a couple of times and I pulled back on the foreskin to accentuate my erection. It stiffened even more and I watched her eyes widen appreciatively. 

Bob was now down to his underwear but hesitating. 

“Don't be shy Bob. Your Speedo is a lot smaller than those underpants.”

She looked back at me and I let my briefs slide to the floor and then stepped out of them.  I stroked my shaft and felt the head engorge into a full blown Nazi style helmet, the thing women always commented on.  Would she like it?  Some women didn't.

Bob clumsily shoved his boxers down and stepped out of them.  He had an amazingly good physique I thought.  Unlike me he was only half erect but getting there.  Perhaps to help him out Mrs. Fredricks widened her legs giving him a better view.  With him standing more directly in front of her I was sure he could see her panties, or whatever she was wearing. 

“Very nice Bob.  Coax it up with a few strokes. That's it.  All the way up now.  Come on.  You can do it. Oh here.  I'll help you.” Rather brazenly I thought, she gave Bob a few strokes and he responded immediately.

Bob's penis head was more a normal size than mine but well defined and very red.  I wondered if Mrs. Fredrick's would prefer it over mine.  I felt like I was in a contest now.

I had no sooner had that thought when Mrs. Fredricks flipped the lever of her intercom.  “Julie, are those papers I asked you to draw up ready for our men to sign?” 

I heard a scratchy “Yes Maam.”

“Would you bring them in now please?”

Mrs. Fredricks straightened up and looked at both of us.  “Just a little formality so we have it on record that you have both voluntarily agreed to teach our swim classes in the nude. I assume neither of you will mind signing the little waver I had drawn up.”

Bob and I looked at each other astonished.  Waiver? Signing?
Signing while naked?  It had to have been her plan all along.

The door flew open and in walked Julie, who I assumed did the clerical work.  In her hand were papers.    She walked around to the back of the desk and placed the papers squarely in front of Mrs. Fredricks who immediately began scrutinizing them. 

As for Julie, her eyes were glued on us, alternatively looking back and forth at our privates, obviously making mental notes.  “I think this is such a wonderful idea having our instructors teach the boys in the nude. It makes everything more equal and I think it will certainly improve morale around here. It certainly has improved mine!”  She looked overjoyed.

Mrs. Fredricks raised her head from the forms and looked at us. “Not to mention our bottom line.  Aren't they a wonder to behold Julie?”

“Yes!  Absolutely perfect specimens!  You know if they were so inclined I feel like they could be naked as much as they wanted to be around here.  At the very least, they certainly would not need to get dressed and undressed between classes.”

“Astute observation Julie! I should have put that in these waivers although the language pretty much covers that I think. I bet you guys would like that anyway.  Right men?”

Bob and I just looked stunned by the suggestion. 

“Mrs. Fredricks do we have personal data on these men? Height, weight, physical condition, um....measurements -- if you get my drift.”

We watched her eye brows furrow in thought. But then her face changed into a smirk.  “No, I don't think we do but we certainly need that don't we? Good thinking Julie!”

“Absolutely.  I think we should do that right now before they sign the waivers.”

“Excellent idea! You two don't mind if we compile some body stats do you?”

Body stats?  I watched Mrs. Fredricks take a blank sheet of paper and wrote our names in left and right columns, then she drew a line straight down the center. 

Bob and I stared at each other incredulous as Mrs. Fredricks pulled a tailor's tape measure from her desk.  Julie saw that and squealed.  “Oooh?  Can I do that? I want to measure them!”

Mrs. Fredricks handed Julie the tape measure and both of the women had very naughty smiles on their faces.  “Let's start with the chest.  I like Bro's lats and Bob's super pecks.  I wonder who is bigger all the way around.”

Both women were brushing their fingers over our chests taking turns.  Julie ran her fingers over the tips of my nipples and then Bob's.  It was clear to me now where this was heading and my erection which had softened somewhat perked back up again and looking over at Bob, I could see that his had firmed up also. 

“I think our guys are liking this!” 

“Indeed they are!  We are going to measure everything, right?”

“Exactly Julie.  Every ... single ...  part  ... of them.  We need to know.”

“Mmm.  Bob is so wiry.  Have you ever seen such definition on a man's abs?” 

“Bro's abs are pretty damn defined too Julie! What a hunk!”  The were running their fingers up and down our midsections.” 

Mrs. Fredricks' finger stopped to make tiny circles in my belly button.  “Oh how I do love innies.  Isn't his cute Julie?”

“Wow. It's great.  But look how Bob's belly button is right there on the surface.  I can feel all the little bumps on his belly button knot. Do you like that Bob? Is it sensitive?”

Bob let out a moan and I saw why.  Julie'a other hand was cupping his balls and now he was breathing hard.  His penis was very red and full of veins like the rest of his body.

Mrs. Fredricks followed her lead and pushed her thumb down into the space between my balls and the bottom of my penis.  I immediately engorged even further and now I let out a moan.

Julie looked over and gasped. “I've never seen a head like that.  It's like a big Nazi helmet! And look, its oozing.”

Mrs. Fredricks frowned. “Maybe we need to stop for a minute and write down measurements.”  She picked up the clipboard.    Her eyes were popping out of her head looking at us, as she jotted some numbers down.

“We will get to that crucial measurement in short order. But first let's get waist and hips.  When she was done writing she handed the clipboard to Julie so she could write down her own measurements. 

Mrs. Fredricks squatted down to measure my waist and hips.  Her face was so close to my erect penis it brushed her cheek as she pulled my buttocks closer. Now a big drop of my fluid sat on her cheek bone.  She brushed it away and grinned.  “My my, you are really oozing now aren't you?”

“So is Bob!  Look!” 

Bob's penis had slid across Julie's cheek and the tip had touched her earlobe and was dripping off.  Julie pinched it away then put her fingers in her mouth. “I wonder if we should measure who oozes the most.”

“And shoots the most too! Our guys look like they are getting pretty close.”

“I like the way you think Mrs. Fredricks.”

Bob and I looked at each other helplessly.  So we were their guys now?  We both knew what was coming next and were too far gone to object.    How would they do it?  Hands?  Mouth?  Both?  Each with their own technique? 

“Stand closer together you two so we can assess the differences between you.  That's it.  Look Bro's is pointing up more.”

“Hmm. Maybe Bob's doesn't rise quite as much because he's a little longer and it's heavier.”

Bob really was longer than me!  I looked over and narrowed my eyes. 

“We need your hips touching.”  Mrs. Fredricks extended her arms wide and pushed Bob's left hip and my right hip.  I could feel his skin against mine, how sweaty it was, and our combined body heat.

I have never considered myself a homosexual but somehow the situation was even more erotic now.  Each of the women were cupping our butt cheeks with one hand and gripping our shafts with the other.  We were both panting even harder now. 

I watched Julie run her lips down the length of Bob's penis, but her eyes were looking right at mine.  “I can clearly see now that Bob's is a bit longer than Bro's.”

“It is isn't it.  But look!  Bro's is thicker and of course he has that monster head.”

“Bob's balls are tighter. I like that.”

“Mmm. Yes, but I can swing Bro's balls back and forth.  Look!”

“Wow Mrs. Fredricks.”

As for me I was nearly delirious.  “Hey! I...I think I...I really need to cum now.”  I looked down and could see I had oozed all over Mrs. Fredrick's cheek and the side of her nose.  She began stroking me the full length of the shaft.  She quickly put the tape measure to it and then dropped it.

Julie watched her intensely.  “I think we should use our mouths to get them off.”

Mrs. Fredricks nodded.  “If we suck them off how will we know who came the most?”

“Good point.  Hmm. I know!  Let's not swallow right away.  We will open our mouths wide afterwards and show each other the amount. 

“Oh my God, that is so hot.”

“Hey! Let's switch places. I want Bro's cock in my mouth.”

And with barely missing a beat Mrs. Fredricks was going down on Bob and Julie was putting as much as she could of me into her mouth.

“Bob, do you remember that time when you got a stiffie in your Speedo and it wouldn't go down?” 

Bob groaned.  “You...helped...me get rid.....of it.  I...was...so afraid...my wife....would...ah....oh...find out.”

Mrs. Fredricks was making seriously obscene slurping and sucking sounds while she also stroked him with one hand and fondled his balls with the other.  I watched him grab the back of her head and hair.  “Oh. Oh.  Oh Mrs. Fredricks.  Oh Betty.  I...Oh....

Julie followed with her own feverish sucking.  With her lips clamping down tightly around the rim of my helmet, she moved me quickly in and out of her mouth.  It was a technique I had never experienced before and I was suddenly glad Julie and picked me.  She was making the rim of my helmet sore but also intensely pleasurable.  It hurt so good.  Like Bob, I reached around the back of her head as I felt myself getting closer. 

Bob cried out.  “Ahhh Ooohhh.  Ohh Gawd.” 

Mrs. Fredricks pulled away to show Julie her open mouth but Bob was still spurting and it splashed on her face and front of her dress. 

The sensations, the bizarre scene, totally overpowered me.  I wrapped my fingers of my left hand around Julie's head and pulled her in.  I felt the back of Julie's throat as she tugged my ball sack down.  I reached for the back of her head with my other hand pulling it to me.  I needed two hands just to hold on.  She choked, backed away, and I briefly slipped out of her mouth while spurting.  I pushed her face back down and she immediately resumed sucking and stroking furiously.    She choked again and pulled away but I was almost done.  A final weak spurt down her cheek and I was totally spent and panting hard trying to catch my breath.

The two women faced each other, mouths open wide and overflowing.  Julie wiped Mrs. Fredrick's chin with her finger.  Bob and I looked at each other in disbelief at what we had just experienced. 

Bob stared at me. “I never came with another guy before.”

“Me either Bob.”

Julie stood up and kissed me. She still had not swallowed.  “Mmm. I love cummy kisses. And you too Bob.” She moved to Bob and started kissing him with my cum in her mouth.  Bob started to object but was too spent and let her kiss him until he surrendered and returned the kissing. 

Mrs. Fredricks, I mean Betty, saw I was dripping and still on her knees moved over to lick me clean.  I was getting soft fast but it felt wonderful.  Finally, she stood up.  She had swallowed now and so had Julie.  The two women pulled us tight together in a four way hug.  “So, who won?”

I had not recovered, still in a sexual fog and panting, but I heard Bob speak.  “No way to tell. I think we all did.”

“Mmmm.  We did.” 

Julie looked down. “Oh my! We have seriously stained our clothes.  We can't go out of the office like this.”

“I've got tank tops in that file cabinet, bottom drawer.  We could put those on.”

“I'll help you get naked Betty.”

“Would you Bob? I'll model for you!”

Julie moved her hips against me. “You do me Bro. Strip me naked!”

I blinked hard.  “Uh sure!  Of course!  If I get to see everything!”

I began unbuttoning her blouse as fast as I could.  I could see I had soiled the navy blue fabric pretty badly.  Everyone would surely notice.  I unhooked her bra and let the straps slide over her shoulders.  “I hope you like big dark nipples. You can pinch them if you want.”  They were both dark and puffy and pointy at the very ends.

I looked over at Bob and Betty.  He had her skirt off and panties down around her ankles.  She moved her legs apart and ran her fingers up her slit, opening it wide to my view. Two carefully trimmed dark bands of fuzz were separated by glistening pink and red and meeting at the top in a little V.  She looked more than ready.  I immediately wanted her and hoped we could trade off.  Bob would discover how ready she was after he finished removing her bra.

“Pinch my nips Bro.  Hurt me. Slap my titties.  I like it rough.”
That's it squeeze them.  She unfastened her straight skirt and let it drop. She had a swimmer's body, firmed and tone but not overly muscular.  Had she been a lifeguard? I dropped to my knees to remove her panties.  They were soaked and most aromatic. 

“You're gonna hurt me with that thing aren't you?  I'm really tight down there.  Make me hurt so good Bro.”  She took my hand and put it between her legs.  I tried one, two, then three fingers.  She was indeed tight and I could feel her gripping  my fingers.  Gripping and releasing.

“My cunt's talking to you isn't it?  It completely takes over. It's gonna clamp on your fingers and your cock. Oh damn that hurts so good.  Hurt me Bro.  Put it in me.  Make me cry. I can take it.”

She was clamping down on my fingers and it took some effort to pull my hand out of her.  She was certainly wet enough.  Her thin film of pubic hair was matted down from being so wet.  I looked down at myself.  To my amazement I was fully erect again.  I tipped her back onto Betty's desk and ran my penis back and forth in the folds of her labia, doing her in the flaps.

“Push it inside me Bro.  All the way.  I like the pain.  Stretch my cunt wide open with that monster head.” I could feel her fingers around my shaft trying to guide me in.  “That's it.  Push now. Oh Geezus.  Push.  Oh shit.  Oh Gawd.”  Her face screwed up and tears started flowing out of the corners of her eyes.  “All the way in.  Split me open Bro.  My cunt's squeezing down trying to stop you. Just ignore that and fuck me hard.    That's it all the way in.  Slam me hard. Fast. Faster. Oh my god.

“It's gonna grip you now. Don't stop thrusting though.  That's it.    Almost....too....much....to....”  I watched her eyes roll back into her head.  Was she losing consciousness?  Should I stop?

“Keep pumping damn it!”  I started to thrust even harder to push through her grip on it.  “Oh YES! YES!  That's it.” Suddenly her eyes opened wide and locked on to mine.  “I like a man who's not afraid to hurt me.  I want it intense.  Don't stop.  Here it comes.  Coming like fire. Oh....  Oh...”  Then all  primal animal.  “Ahyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” 

She let out the longest loudest scream I have ever heard and her pelvis went into such strong spasms I wondered what my penis was going to look like.  When the spasms finally died down it was suddenly comfortable for me and I felt a warm strong tingle and I knew it was my turn.  Like electric jolts the tremors in my loins erupted throughout my body though I was barely moving inside her.  It was not just a physical release, but an energetic one.

When I regained the awareness of my surroundings, I was drenched in sweat and so was she.   

We looked down to the floor and Betty was whispering in Bob's ear.  “You know what I like.  That's it Bob.  I'm such a naughty girl.  Do me like I like it.  Oh yes.  That's it.  I can't cum until you do.  Oh Bob. Bob my boy. Bobbie! Oh oh Ahhhhh.”

Julie and I looked at each other in astonishment.  How long had they been an item?  Betty opened her eyes and looked up at us watching.  “I guess our little secret is out Bob. I'm sorry I'm such a slut.”

“It's okay.  I like you slutty.”

“Really?”

“Yes.  Really.”  He started kissing her tenderly like a long time lover.  And she began making little whimpering sounds. 

I felt like we shouldn't be hearing what we were hearing.  On the other hand now we were insiders to their very private little world.    I wondered if Melissa knew about this.  Did Melissa have a lover too?

Suddenly Julie jumped up from under me.  “I need some tissues.  I'm leaking down there.”  I watched her grab a few from the box on file cabinet then start dabbing and swiping.  It looked raw like I might have hurt her.  She shoved the box at me. “You're dripping Bro.”

“Oh. Thanks.”  I started dabbing and wiping too.  “Say, um Julie. I never got your last name.”

“Jones.  Julie Jones.  No I am serious. Ask anyone. You can call me JJ.  Most everyone does, specially now that we're friends.”

“Right. Friends.”  I laughed at the ludicrousness of the situation.  I know she heard the sarcasm in my voice. I had just fucked a complete stranger and now we were “friends”.

“What's so funny?”

I stopped laughing. “Nothing. I like it that we're friends.  Looking forward to getting even better aquatinted, JJ.”

“I know what you're thinking.  You just had sex with someone you don't even know.  But here's the deal.  We all know you.  All of us. We've been watching you ever since your classes with Miss Radibaugh. I'm sure you've seen me wave at you when you were in Claire's swim class.”

Suddenly it gelled.  Yes.  I would see her standing at the rail in the balcony looking down.  She would wave and smile.  Sometimes I would wave back. 

This was stunning information.  Was there usually a boy that the Y staffers selected to watch?  Someone older? Someone more developed?  Someone with pubic hair? Why was I singled out? My mind was trying hard to process it.  I didn't know what to say.   

Just then the door flew open.  It was Miss Radibaugh.  “Oh, Am I interrupting?  Shall I get naked too?”

“No. We're all done here.  We had a bit of an orgy, didn't we  boys?”

I had not thought of it that way.  But that is indeed what it was.  I pulled my underwear up.  “Yeah Miss R, you missed out big time.”

“Damn it!”

Julie, er JJ, still naked, and dabbing a tissue at her crotch, stepped right in front of me nose to nose.  “As you might have surmised by now, we really like sex around here.”

I pulled her against me, taking a butt cheek in each hand. “Yeah, I figured that out.  Especially with the cream of the crop.  Right?”

“You could say that.” She stuck out her tongue and ran it around her lips provocatively.  Leaning in close she put her mouth at my ear.  “The operative word being 'cream'.”   

As I was soon to learn, JJ's comment that “we really like sex around here” was not just an offhanded remark.

Stay tuned for Part V!