Sunny Par

After working on Wall Street for a couple of years, Toby had a lot of energy for getting things done, and the easy pace of life at Sunny Park, with Aunt Meg's trust fund obviating any reason to work for a living, sometimes made him feel vaguely uneasy. He should be doing something, accomplishing something, making strides forward.

Toby channeled that pent-up desire to compete into volleyball.

"Fifteen-twelve, that's game!" Carla yelled. "Losers have to come kiss!"

Since it worked out the same regardless of who won, it wasn't really much of a consequence. Toby went to kiss Carla, trying to keep his eyes at a level rather than on Carla's bouncing breasts as she headed to the net. Abby kissed Jim.

Then Abby kissed Carla, which was fun to watch. Toby shrugged and looked at Jim.

"I'm good," Jim said, holding up his hand.

"That works," Toby said. Rules were rules, but he didn't really want to kiss a guy. Also, Carla made up some of the rules after the game was over. He wondered if the girls would enjoy watching two guys make out as much as he enjoyed watching Carla and Abby. If it was turning them on, he maybe could get into it, but it would be all about the female gaze.

"You're getting good," Carla told him. "Thank goodness you're not built like Jim, or you'd probably be dominating."

Yeah, Jim had more muscles, but Toby thought he'd gotten to the point where they were fairly evenly matched. When Carla was on his side, they usually won. When he got Abby, and Jim teamed up with Carla, Toby usually lost. Toby never complained about who played with who, because it wouldn't be nice to Abby, and while playing with Carla was fun, he could watch her bounce better when she was the opposition. But one of these days, he wanted to win with Abby on his side - for his sake, and for hers. "Yeah, I need to find a place to work out, I guess."

Carla asked. "Like - the community gym, right next to the swimming pool?"

"Uh, sure," Toby said, feeling a little stupid. "Like that."

"They have classes this afternoon - and every Tuesday. I understand they are quite motivating."

Abby chimed in. "They start at one."

"That's the women's cycling class," Carla said. "The men's pump class starts at two."

So at a little before two Toby found himself at the rec center, looking through a big pane of glass at the women's cycling class. A dozen women were pedaling away, sweat shimmering on their skin. More than half of them were topless, their tops discarded and tossed to the floor next to them. None of them were wearing anything on the bottom. They seemed to be working out really hard.

A busty blonde in a silver bikini walked up next to him. She carried an orange and teal bag. Her head was shaved on the sides, and her hair hung to her waist in a tight thin braid.

"They're almost done," she said. "Do you like watching?"

Toby shrugged. "Sure. They seem to really be going at it."

The blonde nodded. "I'm Candace by the way. Or Candi. Both work. They each have a vibrator in their pussy, and it only activates if they are beating their personal bests. The algorithm is set up to edge them unless they are having a really extraordinary workout, so there's always the sense if they push it a little harder they might get to cum."

"I'm Toby. Wow," Toby said. "That's kind of cruel, isn't it?"

Candace grinned. "Well, in the last few minutes it gets a bit more merciful."

One of the woman screamed. "Sooooo gooood!"

Then another went off. It was like a sequence of dominos, as each woman collapsed against the handlebars and just gasped as they were overcome with pleasure.

"Usually," Candace remarked, "several of the women stick around to watch the men. Are you here for the pump class?"

Toby nodded.

"Good. I'm your instructor."

Yes! thought Toby, sneaking a sidelong glance at the breasts that were only half covered by the silver fabric. To his disappointment, Candi put a robe on, covering herself.

More guys quickly arrived. Some of the women in the cycling class got dressed, and some didn't bother, as they slowly filed out. Toby watched as the guys pushed the cycles to the side and brought out some free weights, and once he figured out what they were doing he pitched in to help.

"Hi guys!" Candace said promptly at two. There were eight guys there. "Who wants to see me naked!"

Everyone raised their hand.

"You know you have to work for it!"

Grunts and nods followed. Candace picked up a weight and told everyone to do the same. "Don't try to show off and pick too big a dumbbell, people. Or you'll be a dumbbell. We're just trying to get steady improvement, and some of the workouts are pretty hard. But we start easy! Weight above your head! One! Two! Three!"

Candace walked around the room, toying with the sash around her robe, bending over deeply now and then as she encouraged a man to work harder. After ten minutes Toby was sweating.

That was when Candace took her robe off, and tossed it to the side. "Okay, guys, you've earned a bit of a reward. Take the weights that go around your wrist and put them on. That's right! Now drop your pants."

Huh?

But every guy did it, pushing their sweats down to let their cocks free. Half of them were hard already.

"Toby?" Candace prompted.

Alright. As long as she was watching.

"Okay, use your dominant hand and stroke! Stroke it, boys, stroke it! Yeah, get it nice and hard for me. That's the way. Now switch to your other hand! That's right!"

Toby got hard in a hurry, watching the pretty instructor in her skimpy bathing suit as she made eye contact with each of the guys. Now and then she'd reach out like she was going to touch, but she never did.

"Okay, back to work! Get those dumbbells and lets do it all over again. One in each hand. Squats, boys. Let me see those hard cocks bounce! That's right!"

It all felt vaguely objectifying. But it was hard to object as Candace walked around, toying with the straps of her bikini top. She had them run in place. Do jumping jacks. Do some curls.

Then she undid her top and tossed it aside.

"Are you ready to stroke it?"

"Yes," said most of the guys.

"Okay, do it! Dominant hand first, on my count. One stroke. Two strokes. Three strokes. Pause! Pause! Four strokes."

Toby stroked his cock with the other guys, keeping his eyes focused on the instructor. It felt pretty weird to be jerking off with everyone, but whatever. At least he was close to coming.

"Deep breaths! Hands off. Five deep breaths, let's count them! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Now non-dominant hand, and stroke it nice and slow. That's right. Don't cum, boys, that happens later. If you cum you have to leave the class and you won't get to be part of the finale! Okay, now, stop touching yourselves my dirty perverts, and let's do what we came here to do! Get fit! Burpees! Let's do it!"

Ugh. No one liked burpees, did they? They were followed by sidestepping, which made Toby feel ridiculous with his cock out and bouncing around. Candace made no secret that she was checking out the guys as she walked around, her gaze fixed at crotch level. Toby almost thought he could cum just from his cock bouncing, but he couldn't.

Candace played with her bikini bottom, teasing, as she walked around the room. The guys kept turning to watch her.

Finally, she took it off. She had a little mohawk of hair over her pussy, but it didn't really cover anything.

"Stroke it, boys. Stroke it, but don't come yet. Keep those weights on your wrist, this is a workout. Yeah. Off hand, now, that's good! Great! Now squats! Let's squat!"

Candace demonstrated, her legs splaying just enough that he could see everything.

"Pushups!" Candace yelled, which let her go on all fours facing away from everyone, so they got a nice look at her backside before doing pushups with her.

Toby had never been so tired in his life, especially not with an aching erection bobbing in front of him. But it was effective. No one wanted to fail in front of the sexy instructor.

"Do you think you've earned a reward?" Candace asked.

"Yes!" cried the men.

"Not quite yet! Five more pushups. Come on, people. Five more. That's right. Two more! Yes! Get in a circle and do two more." Candace moved so that she was at the center of the circle, and then started dancing.

Toby's arms ached. But he was not going to give up. He kept his eyes on Candace and kept going.

"Alright boys, time for your reward," Candace said, and knelt in the middle of them.

The other guys walked toward her, stroking their cocks.

"Come on Toby," Candace said, looking at him. "I want everyone's jizz. All over my tits. All over my face. All over my body. Come on. Keep those weights on your wrist."

The weights, which had felt like nothing when they'd started, now felt heavier. But he wanted to stroke for her, so he moved his arm anyway.

One of the guys shot his load all over her body, getting some in her hair and landing most of the rest on her tits. One by one, the guys shot their wad, and then moved away to get dressed.

Toby could barely move his arm anymore, but he tried his best, switching hands.

"You can do it Toby," Candace encouraged him. "Come on. All over my face."

There was already plenty all over Candace's face. In fact, there wasn't much real estate the other guys hadn't covered. Toby didn't know if he could do it.

Then she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, looking up at him with big blue eyes, and he made his hand move faster, and faster, until finally he shot a hot rope of cum into her mouth, and landed another on her tits.

"Mmhmm," Candace said. "Will you be back next Tuesday for more?"

All the muscles in his body screamed a resounding no.

"Yeah," Toby said.

Candace grinned. "Good. I need to clean up, but see you around!" Candace got up, and walked toward the women's showers, naked and covered with cum.

* * * * *

"Oh Jack!" Faith moaned.

The two of them were on Faith's bed, and Jack was between Faith's legs, licking her most sensitive spot. Her hands fluttered over his head, wanting to push him down and hold him there. She hadn't intended for him to go down on her, it had just kind of happened, and now she didn't want it to stop, even though it was just delaying the MAIN EVENT.

She was about to explode. Should she save her moment of ecstasy, her big O, for later? She tried to hang on. She might have to push him away. That would be a shame. But the MAIN EVENT couldn't be allowed to be mere anti-climax, could it? Or even a lesser climax, surely there would be a climax involved.

She moaned and feebly pushed at Jack's shoulders.

He stopped for a moment, and grinned at her, her juices providing a gloss to his lips. "You like?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Is it everything you hoped for?"

It dawned on Faith that Jack had misunderstood what she wanted. She assumed he'd be psychic. No, that wasn't it, she assumed that because he was a man, he'd respond to his animal urges. Provide the stimuli, get the reaction. When she walked into the bedroom, hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and jumped up on the bed, she assumed he'd fuck the living daylights out of her.

"No, I was hoping..." she said.

"Oh?" he asked, not able to keep the disappointment out of his voice. "You seemed to be having a good time. Too much? Too little?"

She shook her head. It was hard to say the words to get where she wanted to go. "No, it's wonderful, I love it. I was just about to have an orgasm, I think."

Jack grinned. "So I should continue?"

Faith shook her head. "I was expecting you to, you know, push it in."

"My tongue?"

"Your - your - throbbing manhood!"

Jack's face went through some curious changes. Maybe it hadn't been the best word. Or maybe he was surprised that she wanted to be f - penetrated. Entered. Filled. Or maybe - yes, he was smiling. Ah, good.

This was not how Faith had always imagined losing her virginity. She had thought it would involve a dark hotel room, with barely enough light to see by. She would remove her white bridal veil, and the white bridal dress, to reveal the white bridal lingerie. Her new husband would watch, mesmerized, as she revealed her body to him. He would put on Barry White - she'd never actually heard any Barry White, but she understood it was the thing for moments like this. Or

Bolero

.

A good man, her mother had always told her, would want to pray first, but she'd always glided through that part in her fantasy.

Instead, she was in her own bed. Her windows, without curtains, let the neighbors see inside. She was wearing a short skirt, hiked up to her waist, and a black lacy bra, her shirt and heels having been discarded while making out in the living room. Her cousin Toby was across the way, on a date with Sin, and they were oddly silent, probably watching. Her lawyer, and crush, Bill Goldstein, was watching too, from his house. Recently she had been imagining that Bill might be her first, but he was too proper, too careful, and too virtuous.

Virtue wasn't always a virtue, she'd decided.

"You want me to fuck you?" Jack asked.

"Yes. That. I'm on the pill."

Jack stood up, and started undressing. Faith watched as he revealed toned abs, muscular legs, and a big, thick manhood. It didn't actually throb, as far as Faith could tell. When she'd jacked it off in a movie theater, it had throbbed some. And it had been bigger and thicker and harder.

She'd just have to fix that. She twisted around on the bed, and took it in her mouth with confidence. She'd practiced, after all; on a dildo, which Amber strapped on, and then on one mounted on the wall. And on Tom, the mayor. All that, in the past week.

She teased the head with a flicking tongue. She cupped his balls, every so softly. She molded her lips around the bulbous knob, and then slid her tongue across the frenulum before slowly taking more of him inside. She felt him stiffen and swell under her attentions, and relished the power she had.

Her mother's voice came to her. "Why would anyone buy the cow if they can get the milk for free?"

She had always nodded when she was little at this sage advice. Now she wondered at her mother comparing her to a cow. That wasn't right, and if it was, Jack was a stud bull, and she wasn't paying stud fees, so who was the winner?

"What's going through your head?" Jack asked.

She'd accomplished what she'd intended; he was fully hard now. She leaned back. "Just what a stud you are," she told him.

He grinned.

Jack reached for her bra, and expertly undid the back clasp. In her eagerness she had almost left everything as it was, but she should be naked for this. Wearing clothes while having sex was kinky. She'd try that some other time.

She pushed her skirt over her hips and down, and then leaned back against the pillows, naked, spreading her legs in invitation.

Jack climbed in between, his cock less than an inch from her virgin pussy.

"Put your sex in my sex," Faith told him, feeling quite naughty for using the s-word twice in one sentence.

Jack looked rather surprised at her, too. And then he smiled. "You want my cock in your pussy, Faith?"

Faith nodded.

He moved closer. This was it. His hardness brushed her soft petals.

"Can you say it, Faith?"

"Say what?"

"Tell me you want my cock?"

"I - I - I want your, um, male member."

Jack chuckled. "And you'll get it, if you can say the words. I'm going to slide it right into your pussy, Faith."

"Yes!"

"Where do you want it?"

"In my lady bits?" Faith asked. "Down there?"

Jack shook his head. "You can do better than that," he said, moving his cock upward to stroke her clit with the head.

Faith bit her lip. That felt nearly as good as his tongue did, and even though he thought he was teasing her, he could easily push her over the edge doing that. What did he want her to say? Words that surely should never leave a lady's lips.

She thought briefly of that vision in bridal lingerie. "My first. My only," she'd imagined herself saying. Jack wasn't going to be her only. There was too much world out there.

"Fuck my wet pussy with your big hard cock, Jack! Now!"

Maybe she hadn't had to yell it quite so loud that the whole neighborhood could hear. But she got what she wanted. Jack quit teasing her and started easing his cock into her. Slowly, it stretched her. She'd imagined it going in with one hard thrust but this was better now, because she could savor each sensation, each new nerve being touched that had never before known flesh, but were fairly experienced at this point with a variety of sex toys that her Aunt Margaret had left behind.

Flesh was nicer, though. Real was better than realistic, even if realistic came with multiple speeds and patterns. There was something lovely about not having control of it all.

He knew what he was doing, too. He angled himself to get her G-spot, and managed to bump her clit in just the right way. She'd already been on the edge, and the fact that she was doing this, making love, having sex, fucking - was enough to push her over.

That, and the idea that people were watching.

She screamed as pleasure tore through her recently virgin body, rippling through her core and making her squeeze that hard cock for all she was worth.

She wanted more. Her fingers dug into Jack's buttocks, and yanked him deeper inside. Then she bucked with her hips, trying to make him thrust in and out, and it took a while until they managed to get their rhythm in sync.

His eyes were wild, unfocused. I did that, she thought. I am woman, feel my power.

She clawed at his back, and that seemed to make him thrust harder, so she scratched some more. "Fuck me," she ordered him.

He pushed down on her shoulders, pinning her to the bed. Gentle, careful Jack had been replaced by something more animal, but all Faith could think was that she had unleashed it. She knew no fear, even when he pulled at her arms to get them away from his back and pinned them, too, on the bed.

"Fuck me," she told him again.

"I wasn't sure you'd ever done this before," he said.

"I haven't," she said.

"But you -" he shrugged, and left it. "I am so fucking turned on right now, Faith."

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" Faith teased. "Gonna cum inside my virgin vajayjay?"

Jack shuddered. In pleasure? Faith wasn't sure. But he kept fucking her, and she closed her eyes for a moment, focusing on how it all felt. The stretching. The smooth friction on her inner walls, so slippery. The way all her nerves were tingling. The wetness that had oozed onto her thighs.

"Faster," she whispered.

"I'm so close," he told her.

"Not close enough," she said. "I want it, Jack."

"I -"

"Cum for me, Jack."

He seemed to swell inside her, then pulse, and the next thing she knew there was more wetness, coating her inside. Aunt Maggie's dildos never did that. She moaned as the flutter of another orgasm overtook her, less intense then the first but still quite lovely.

She glanced out the window, to see Toby and Sin. Sin was facing the window, her tits pressed against it, and Toby was behind her, facing the same way, but their eyes looked kind of glazed. She couldn't tell if they were really watching, or not. Or where Toby's dick was, for that matter. Well, that might be something to try another day.

She rocked her hips, as Jack panted.

"I didn't intend to be so fast," he said.

She chuckled. "I'll take it as a compliment," she said. "You'll last longer on round two, right?"

Jack nodded, rolling off her. She reached for his cock, wet with their juices, and started stroking it.

She'd always been told to save up her virginity for that special time, with just the right person. It was ironic, in a way, that the right person wasn't willing to fuck her unless she had some experience first - or that was how she read it. In any case, she didn't feel like she'd lost anything, but like a world had opened up for her.