A couple hungry for sex barge in on Pamela

Pamela was just finishing changing into her sexy red string swimsuit when she heard the tremendous bang of the changing room door being slammed open. She jumped with surprise, her modestly sized breasts and ass shaking slightly in their tangle of restraining fabric, barely managing to stifle a scream. Not that it would have mattered, she thought, judging from the impassioned sounds coming from whoever was barging in. Pamela, not wanting to see what the couple were doing, ducked into a small changing stall to hide. Though when she heard just how loudly the unseen woman was moaning, she couldn't resist taking a peek through the crack in the door.

Unable to believe what she was seeing, Pamela leaned in closer with wide eyes, brushing her long black hair out of her face. Stumbling through the changing room were a man and a woman both in the midst of tearing ill-fitting swimsuits away from their bodies. The woman's tits were being crushed by her bikini, the slim fabric somehow managing to keep the overflowing flesh contained, forming an eye-catching crevice on her chest. The bottom of her bikini was nearly invisible, it was wedged so far inside her large ass, more a g-string than anything actually meant to conceal.

The man was what really pulled Pamela's attention though. He was extremely tall, almost six and a half feet, and slim to boot. Light, tousled hair topped his head, but didn't seem to be anywhere else. Lean muscles and firm abs pulled Pamela's gaze lower and lower until they found his cock. The incredible organ matched its owner, nearly a foot and a half long and powerfully erect, the whole thing sticking up well past the waistband of his shorts. It was thick too, to the point that Pamela doubted she would be able to wrap her hand all the way around it. She was sorely tempted to pull the door open and check, but a deep grunt from the man, followed by a large wave of cum, snapped her out of the thought.

"Nooo, baby, you're only supposed to cum inside me. At least shoot it onto these fat tits," the woman said as the blast of cum splattered on the floor.

"Don't worry, there's plenty more. Get those pretty boobs down here," he said, one hand rapidly jerking himself off. The brown-haired girl didn't waste a moment, dropping to her knees and sending her abundant flesh bouncing. The man groaned again, another load even bigger than the first bubbling up out of his dick and smearing all over the girl's face and chest.

"Can you keep going?" the brunette asked, slightly in awe of the amount of semen being produced by the man, a wonder unknowingly shared by Pamela.

"Why don't you bend over and find out?" he said, slapping her ass, a loud smack and light squeal echoing through the room. The couple disappeared from Pamela's tiny field of view, but she could still hear them, particularly the meaty sound of flesh smacking together. She was disgusted by the wanton couple's nearly public fucking, but also strangely enticed. She almost wondered what it would be like to throw herself down next to the brunette and have her own pussy fucked so viciously.

Pamela shook herself out of her libidinous thoughts and quietly opened the door of the stall she was hiding in. She made her way quickly towards the door, wanting to get away from the obscene sounds of sex, only to have her foot hit a wet patch on the floor and send her tumbling down. She winced as her butt hit the floor, landing in the same wet patch that had caused her to slip. She could feel it clinging to her body and her swimsuit as she hurriedly left the sound of moaning behind.

Pamela was breathing heavily by the time she got outside, her lungs heaving for breath. 'The air in the changing rooms must have gotten to me,' she thought as she slumped against the wall of the building. Heat rushed through her body, her nerves alight with desire. She felt the wetness on her crotch increase as her own fluids joined the ones from the changing room floor there. 'The cum,' she realized as her fingernails grew, becoming silvery as she pushed one hand down to her crotch.

She moaned as soon as she touched herself, back arching instinctively. Her firm breasts were thrust out enticingly and she could feel her ass pressed against the wall behind her. For a moment, she remembered that she was outside where anyone could see her, but she couldn't remember why she should care. 'It's not like I'm naked,' she thought, feeling the restraining ties of her sexy swimsuit pressing into her skin. 'Though maybe a little less wouldn't hurt...' she rationalized as a sliver clawed hand pulled a few of the strings loose.

"Fuck, my va....v....pussy...my pussy feels so good," she groaned, forgetting the word she was going to use originally. It was probably boring anyway, pussy was much better. It felt better too, each gentle touch sending more rapture through her than the last. She couldn't help the throaty moan that escaped her mouth and she didn't even really care. Nothing really mattered anymore, except feeling better. Pamela pushed everything else out of her mind except the mounting pleasure, any cares being brushed out like dead leaves.

So mindlessly consumed in her own rising bliss, she ignored the feeling of different parts of her strappy swimsuit tightening and loosening. Her waist, already rather thin, became waspish, which was only emphasized by her increasing bust and ass. Each one filled out with soft suppleness. Pamela's butt pushed against the wall she was leaning on, forcing her to arch her back even more to stay in place. Her breasts, already pushed out and on display, heaved as they swelled out, sitting like two large melons on her chest, defying gravity with their almost fake looking perkiness.

"Ohhhhhh, yes, cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, GONNA CUM!!" Pamela moaned, her body finally trembling in orgasm as her changes finished, the fact that she was changing at all still passing beneath her notice. Her eyes became smoky with permanent makeup and her lips gained a bright red finish. Her skin became unnaturally smooth and lustrous, hair disappearing everywhere except for her head. One last pleasured gasp left her ruby red lips before she slumped down, gasping.

Pamela shuddered on the ground as the last of her orgasm faded away, leaving her momentarily sated. Her hands roamed her body, still not paying attention to her enhanced form, only looking for more delightfully sensitive points. She quickly found them, tweaking and pulling at her nipples. She cooed happily, but the pleasure faded too quickly. Her fingers tickled at her lips, the pillowy cocksuckers pump and supremely sensitive.

"Cock...wanna suck cock..." she whispered, her eyes wide as she looked around, as if a man would just be standing there waiting for her to open her mouth. She held her mouth open for a minute, just in case there was, but she was left disappointed. "Gotta go find a cock...and kisses. Wanna kiss someone......what was the first thing?" she mumbled, her bimbo brain no longer capable of retaining that much information. Her attention was still focused on kissing though, so she pulled herself to her feet and wandered off in search of someone to make out with.