Julie's clothes are stolen

Julie waded in the silent blackness. She feared what may happen if she ventured too near the sides of the pool. She listened intently to the incessant clicking making its way entirely around the pool. She knew it had to be her blackmailer. No one else would torment her like this. Julie couldn't stop the sensation growing within her as her nipples hardened at the thought of what may happen.

The clicking stopped. Julie tried her best to focus her eyes in the direction the sound last came from. It was simply too dark for her. Her eyes were always hazy anyway from the slightly excessive chlorine in the pool. The clicking resumed again, and Julie heard the door. She remained floating in the center, listening for any sound of the intruder. Her pussy actually tingled at the thought of what may happen next.

Julie heard a series of loud clicks, followed by a low hum. The overhead lights were coming back on. Julie knew that within a few minutes, the entire pool area would be bathed in bright light. Still wading in the center, Julie let her eyes adjust to the growing light. There was no one in the room. She was by herself again. She wondered what happened, and who her blackmailer was. Confident that nobody else was there, Julie swam in the direction that the last sounds came from. The warm water tickled every nerve of her body as she sliced through the pool water. When she reached the edge of the pool, her eyes flew open in horror!

There was nothing there! Her gym bag was gone. Her bathing suit was gone. Her oversized beach towel was missing. The only thing there was an envelope and a small bath towel. Julie hesitatingly extricated herself from the warm water, nervously looking around for any life forms. Seeing no one around she hurriedly grabbed the white towel, and she quickly dried off, before reaching for the envelope with her trembling, damp fingers. Inside the envelope there were two more pictures and a note. The note said that Julie's belongings were put in one of the gym lockers. Number sixty-nine. "How cute," Julie mused. Julie then wrapped the small towel around her chest and did her best to tuck it in so that it would stay in place. Julie found the only way to position it was to place the tuck under her armpit, leaving her right side completely exposed. She had to lower the towel, exposing nearly all of her tits, just so she could barely hide her damp crotch.

Julie headed towards the lockers; seemingly proud that she could handle anything the blackmailer threw at her. When she placed her hand on the doors, she froze. It was then that she remembered the two guys who were working out. She could hear them on the other side of the door. There was no other place for Julie to go. The lockers were in the weight room, and the showers and changing rooms were at the other end of the weight room. Julie quickly glanced at the clock. Seven o'clock! She knew the place would start filling at seven thirty. If Julie were to get through this ordeal, she would have to do it now. Julie weighed her options, as her breathing became more intense. Her breasts began to swell when she considered the effects of her choices. She could feel the tightness of the towel digging into her chest.

She soon realized that she only had one choice. In order to minimize the damage, she had to go now! She figured she would make a beeline towards her locker, get her stuff and head directly to the showers, ignoring the men in the gym. She drew in a long breath and held it in as she pushed on the heavy doors. As soon as she was inside, she noticed one of the guys with his back to her, picking up weights to put on a barbell. She didn't see the other guy, but did make a mental note of where locker sixty-nine would be. Julie buried her head, not wanting to catch the attention of anyone, and headed towards her destination with hurried steps.

Julie was moving along quickly, when all of a sudden she slammed into something hard. She was nearly knocked backwards on her rump, stumbling to maintain her balance. The contact, and her jerking, stumbling motions caused her tight fitting wrap to come undone and fall helplessly to the floor. She now stood totally naked as her eyes traveled upward to see what she had bumped into. Her heart jumped into her throat when she saw a six-foot four frame of solid muscle standing in front of her. Her eyes meandered over the inverted triangle consisting of wide muscled shoulders and arms, tapering down to his steel abs, pointing towards the quickly growing bulge in his gym shorts.

"Look what we've got here," he mumbled as he grabbed hold of Julie's arms. "Yo, Tony," he called out louder, "Come see this."

Seconds later, Julie found herself sandwiched between the two large body builders. She couldn't breathe since her heart was pounding so hard. She tried to say something, but nothing came out.

Tony blurted out something, and Julie only made out something about "breakfast sausage," before being pushed to her knees. Both guys had instantaneously pulled down their shorts, pulling on their poles as Julie looked on helplessly. Julie had two very fat cocks staring her in the face, and both needed immediate attention. Somewhere deep in Julie's subconscious, she knew this was going to happen, so she seemed surprisingly prepared for what followed. Without objection, she wrapped her small hands around each pole, measuring its girth. Neither hand wrapped fully around the shaft it held. Julie knew that she had better get this over with quick, before more people came to the gym. She opened her mouth and began licking at the meat sticks, alternating between the two. The musky, sweaty aroma assaulted her senses as she became intoxicated by the smell. These cocks were so much bigger than her boyfriend's, and she loved his. Julie took on her task with eagerness, trying to **** the oversized, purple, mushroom head past her lips. She succeeded after several tries, letting her jaw stretch around the massive member. It hurt, but Julie couldn't help but feel elated at her accomplishment. Julie also felt the other one roughly squeezing at her tits, feeling her nipples rub against his calloused hands. She switched her attention to the other cock when it started slapping against her cheek. Back and forth she continued, bobbing on one cock, then the other. Both guys were now pawing at her tits, pinching and pulling her nipples, causing Julie to moan in pain and pleasure, around the mouthful of cockmeat. Each guy tried forcing more and more down Julie's abused mouth each time she worked on his cock. Eventually Julie had managed to take a little more than half their length as she felt their head bang against the back of her throat. She heard the guys moaning as she felt the cocks begin to twitch. Within a split second, the cock in her mouth exploded thick jets of white, sticky seed, filling her mouth. To keep from gagging at the sudden flood, Julie let the excess spill out from the sides. The other cock, in her hand, began erupting, sending stream after stream all over her face and her tits, before she was able to direct it to her mouth, eagerly swallowing the combined fluids of the two virile hunks. By the time both cocks had stopped spurting, Julie was covered in cum. It was in her hair, all over her face, dripping off her cheeks and chin, and splotched on her still heaving breasts.

Despite being somewhat **** into this situation, Julie realized that she was extremely aroused, and actually had an orgasm when the huge cocks erupted their hot lava upon her. She cleaned each deflating cock before politely excusing herself. She found the locker, got her gear, and disappeared into the changing room, only seconds before a gang of four guys entered the room.

Mark, tucked the video camera beneath his arm as he emerged from the dark corner and slipped out, practically unnoticed. "More ****," Mark murmured to himself.