The women moan and groan in unison, their bodies moving faster and harder against yours as they take turns riding your cock. The water of the pool splashes around you, mixing with their sweat to create a slippery surface for them to slide up and down on your throbbing member. You can feel the orgasm building deep inside you, threatening to break free at any moment...

The women, their moans now louder than ever, seem to sense that your orgasm is near. They increase the pace even more, desperate for release as well. You feel hands pinching and tugging at your nipples, teeth biting down on your neck, and fingers curled around your hips, guiding you deeper into their wet heat with every thrust.

The women continue their wild sexcapade, ignoring all around them except for the pleasure you're giving them. One woman climbs onto a lounger and begins riding your cock as another straddles your face, moaning in ecstasy as you eat her out. Another group of women forms a circle around a lifeguard tower, grinding against each other as they watch the show unfold before them.

The orgies continue, with women using the pool's furniture as makeshift sex toys. One woman rides a lounger while another grinds against its backrest; a third straddles an empty chair, her hips moving furiously as she pleasures herself. The air is thick with moans and gasps, as each woman tries to outdo the others in their quest for pleasure.

The women in the pool laugh and hoot at your offer, but it only seems to fuel their desire further. "Five hundred dollars? For just five of us?" one of them says incredulously, a glint of greed in her eye. "You're on!" Several other women cheer, stepping forward eagerly. The competition is on; the game has begun.

The women in the pool erupt into excited chatter, discussing your terms and strategies. Some of them seem to be forming alliances, while others size each other up for a one-on-one match. The energy in the air is electric as they all look forward to the challenge ahead. "Alright," one of the more dominant women says finally, stepping forward. "You're ours for now. Get ready to be worn out." She begins to grind against you, her wet body sliding against yours suggestively.

The women surrounding Cliff gasp in unison as the foul stench fills their nostrils, making it difficult to breathe. They quickly back away from him, coughing and covering their mouths with their hands as they try to escape the noxious cloud. "What did you do?!" one of them shrieks at Cliff before she turns and runs toward the pool, diving in to get away from the smell.

As the women around him begin to disperse in search of fresh air or places to rinse off the rank smell from their bodies, Cliff takes the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. He quickly finds his way back to the changing rooms, where he hides out until the coast is clear. Once he's sure that all the women have left the pool area, he dons a fresh pair of swim trunks and slips out of the public pool, never to return again.