MIDNIGHT SWIM

My husband Paul and I had a wonderful wedding. I felt 
like a Princess in a fairy tale all day long. I was 
radiant with it. I wore my silk and satin wedding dress 
and felt... complete. Nine months is a long time to be 
engaged. 

Did I say I felt complete? That isn't entirely true. I 
wore virginal white for a reason. I couldn't wait to 
consummate our marriage. In fact, I was so hot for it, 
I'd have done it on that big cathedral alter right 
after the kissing part. With everyone watching. And the 
photographer taking pictures, even. I was so excited; 
you have no idea. 

But... There was the reception, and that excited me 
too. There was dancing, gifts, hugs and kisses from 
friends and long lost cousins, a big wedding cake to 
cut, and cases of sweet champagne. Lots of champagne. 
Just ask my new husband, if you could. He passed out 
under the table with his best friend, snoring side-by-
side while I sat there, tapping my foot and 
occasionally kicking him. 

Oh, they roused him long enough to stumble around the 
dance floor with me once, and drink a few more bottles, 
but he was done. His parents felt bad, I could tell, 
and my own father sat close to me, trying to console 
me. But it was raining on my wedding day. Raining in my 
heart. And as I sat there, it was raining on my rosy 
cheeks. 

Some friends managed to carry Paul upstairs, into the 
Bridal Suite and get him into bed, still wearing his 
tuxedo. I tried to occupy myself with composing thank 
you notes on hotel stationary at the desk, but it was 
no good. All I could think about was what a bastard 
Paul was for doing this to me on my wedding day. 

Around midnight, after he'd been lying there for a 
couple hours, I checked to see if I could wake him up. 
I didn't want to yell or scream, or make a fuss, 
although I was certain I had a right to. I didn't even 
want to talk. I just wanted him to finish the job, make 
me a woman finally after 21 years of childhood. I 
didn't expect the sex to be good anyway. I figured it 
would hurt when he broke my hymen, all my friends had 
warned me. But they'd also told me it would feel good 
too, later. I could wait for later to feel good, but I 
was married today! I wanted to feel married! 

I shook him and slapped his handsome face a little, but 
he was out cold. I unzipped his trousers and reached 
inside for his penis, thinking maybe I could breathe 
some life into it and finish the job myself. I wasn't 
very good at giving head. I was never into it very 
much, but I'd done it a couple times on special 
occasions, like Paul's birthday. So, I gritted my 
teeth, figuratively speaking of course, and bent to my 
task. 

I sucked and licked and squeezed that little wiener for 
half an hour, but it was no use. It just flopped around 
in my hand like a wet noodle. I was almost crying with 
frustration. I admit I do have a bit of a temper, but I 
still shouldn't have punched his balls so hard. After 
all, Paul would wake up eventually and make love to me. 
If I hurt him too badly though, it might be a few days, 
and that would only frustrate me even more. This 
weighed on my mind, but I decided I was starting to 
like being frustrated, and I punched him again. All he 
did was roll over and curl up with a groan. 

I should have just gone to sleep then. The Bridal Suite 
was nice and came with a spare bedroom, although I 
couldn't figure out why that should be. It was a Bridal 
Suite! Anyway, I didn't go to sleep. I decided I needed 
to work some of that anger out of me, because I was 
starting to think maybe I should castrate him. And why 
not? My wedding felt castrated, our marriage impotent! 
But no, I did love him. He was my husband now. And I 
wanted kids. I was ovulating right on schedule and that 
was frustrating too. 

I've always been a swimmer. Not a very good one, true, 
but I loved the water. It was clean, healthy, and it 
gave me a body that I was quite proud of. I decided I'd 
go swimming, burn off the energy and relax and think 
about just the good things that had happened that day. 
I was almost smiling as I retrieved my brand new little 
orange bikini and put it on. I hung up my wedding dress 
carefully, grabbed a towel and the key and padded out 
of the room barefoot. If my husband woke up and 
wondered where I was in the middle of the night, well, 
good for him! 

There was a sign saying that the pool was closed after 
10pm, but I ignored that. The door was open anyway and 
I just walked in. If they wanted to close it, 
well...they should have closed it! The pool was on the 
roof, covered by a glass dome and the lights were all 
turned off except for the bright bluish lamps in the 
pool itself. There were tropical plants and deck 
chairs, and it was quite warm. One could almost imagine 
being someplace nice, on some island paradise beneath 
the stars. It was beautiful and just what I needed. 

There was another sign, as I walked up the short steps 
to the pool proper. It had all the rules on it, like no 
glass, no running, no shoes, etc. And another one too, 
the kind that flips around, and that one said 'Swim at 
Your Own Risk' and 'No Lifeguard On Duty' ...So I kind 
of wondered why there was someone sitting in the little 
lifeguard stand. Especially since it was midnight and 
the pool was closed anyway. 

I stopped when I saw him and stared in that dim light. 
He looked like he'd just walked off the beach, all 
muscles and short blonde hair, bleached by the sun. 
Definitely out of place for this town! I thought about 
turning around, but the only place I could have gone 
was back to my room. I didn't want to go back there. So 
I stood there a dozen feet away or so, until he noticed 
me. Or at least until he decided to speak, I had the 
feeling he'd noticed me since I'd walked in. 

"Pool's closed," he said. 

"The door was open," I tried. "I thought maybe it would 
be okay." I smiled hopefully. "It's my wedding day." 

Everyone else had treated me so special all day long, 
why wouldn't he? You only had one wedding day, well, I 
hoped so anyway, and so I should be able to do what I 
wanted, right? I became conscious of my body as the man 
looked at me. Usually I wore a one-piece bathing suit, 
and even then wrapped a towel around my waist, just 
because it seemed very immodest to walk around showing 
too much. But here I was in a very small bikini that 
I'd bought to tease my husband and I was just carrying 
the towel. 

I started thinking maybe I should just go back to my 
room. 

"Married, huh?" He was still staring at me, not ashamed 
at all to be so forward about it. He took in my tall 
slender body, the swell of my large full breasts that 
were barely contained in the flimsy material, The taut 
pale skin of my tummy and the little swell of my sex as 
it was cupped tightly by my bikini bottom. I brought a 
hand to my long black hair, and brushed it back a 
little bravely. Staring at him with my green eyes. 

"Yeah, just today." I felt a little warbling sensation 
in my belly. A little hint of something undefined and I 
had the sudden realization that I didn't really mind 
this stranger staring at me. My new husband had never 
looked at me this way, I thought, which perhaps went a 
long way towards explaining why he was passed out 
instead of taking my virginity like he was supposed to 
be doing. 

"How come you're not with your husband then?" He 
started getting down from the chair. It was only a 
couple feet above the floor, 2 wooden steps that 
creaked softly as he moved. He was wearing red swim 
trunks, the Speedo kind, that hugged his loins very 
nicely and showed a rather dominant bulge. I tried not 
to look, honestly, but how could I not? Please! It was 
like a magnet. 

"He's in our room, resting." I moved the towel in front 
of me, holding it with both hands as if to protect my 
chaste intentions. 

"Oh." The man nodded and I could see his eyes now, a 
soft brown that looked terribly amused. "You don't look 
tired." 

"No, I-I... had a lot of energy, you know. Excitement 
and I just thought I'd work it out." I was nodding as 
if my body were trying to agree with what I was saying. 

He walked closer and I could see his skin, smooth and 
bronzed like a God. He was tall, easily over six feet 
and he looked down at me, standing very close in front 
of me now. He smelled like...cocoa butter. It was a 
sweet fragrance that seemed to permeate the air, my 
very senses. I swallowed nervously. 

"Well, I won't stop you." He smiled and his teeth were 
perfect, like they had to be. "I'll just close the 
door. You wouldn't want someone to catch you" he 
started walking away, "breaking the rules." 

I let out the breath I was holding and decided I'd be 
safer in the water than standing there with him. I was 
itchy all over; particularly my nipples and I looked 
down with an embarrassed frown as I realized they were 
hard as pebbles and plainly visibly through my suit. I 
knew that he'd seen them and I blushed madly. 

I put my towel on a little round table and stepped into 
the pool, walking down submerged steps into the shallow 
end. The water was warm and perfect and I felt better 
immediately, even if it only barely came up to my hips. 
I heard the door close and little ka-chunk sound as the 
deadbolt was locked. That made me look up and I 
wondered if I should really be in there with a strange 
man, just the two of us alone. 

I suppose under normal circumstance I'd have left. But 
nothing felt normal. I had been wound up tight all day, 
with one anticipation after another, reveling in their 
fulfillments, all except for the last. My body wanted 
more and my mind...? I didn't know. 

I saw the man returning, walking slowly as he emerged 
from the far shadows into the lighted pool area and I 
immediately started moving into the deeper water. I 
would just ignore him, I thought. If he liked looking 
at me, which he obviously did, then I couldn't help 
that. I even tried to deny the perverse pleasure I felt 
at knowing he was attracted to me. That precious quiver 
in my belly when I saw the look in his eyes as they 
roamed across my skin had been wonderful. I had liked 
it a lot. But looking was just looking, I told myself, 
and that was all. 

I swam lazily; paddling slowly through the placid 
waters and feeling my muscles stretch and loosen. I had 
been under a lot of stress, and this was just what I'd 
needed. But the man was never far from my mind and I'd 
turn my head to look at him occasionally, trying to 
pretend I wasn't, and I felt pride in myself. I'd 
perhaps lost a little self-esteem when my new husband 
had so unceremoniously passed out. As if that was 
evidence of some horrible disinterest. At least if he 
didn't want me, this handsome stranger did, and that 
wicked thought consoled me. Even if I couldn't let 
anything else happen, that was enough. 

I'd been stared at before, of course. I knew men found 
me attractive, and some of them had even approached me, 
propositioning me with everything from dinner to 
breakfast. But those times had been different, I hadn't 
been married, and this was a new experience. My 
previous refusals of other men had been based on a 
choice I no longer had. My mind worried that over, 
while I turned my body over, so I could float on my 
back and stare at the reflection of myself on that 
bright blue water. I felt a little trapped, I realized, 
as though I'd given something important up when I'd 
taken those vows such a short time before. Caught like 
a girl in a spoon-shaped mirror, upside down and 
backwards. Nothing made sense and I didn't know why. 
That was the worst of it. 

I soon chastised myself mentally though. I had given up 
some freedom perhaps, but I'd gained so much more. I 
decided I was happy with the compromise and that was 
when I think I finally forgave my husband his foolish 
behavior. I loved Paul dearly and being here alone 
while he slept in our wedding bed was not what I 
wanted, but it was part of the '...for better or for 
worse' part of my promise. In the morning, hung over or 
not, Paul would make me a real wife. I smiled at the 
thought. 

"Wha...!?" 

I drew a sharp breath and suddenly floundered in the 
water as I felt someone touch me, just barely on one of 
my outstretched hands. It was the stranger. I'd 
forgotten all about him somehow in those few quiet 
minutes of reflection. But he hadn't forgotten me. 

"Sorry," he smiled as he treaded water next to me. "I 
didn't mean to frighten you." 

I was treading water as well, my hair spread out around 
me like a dark stain, kicking with my feet and waving 
my arms slowly in the deep end of the pool. "I didn't 
know you were there." I blinked some water from eyes. 
"I was just... thinking... about things." 

"A new wife, I can understand that." He was circling me 
slowly so I had to spin a little, pushing with my hands 
against the water to keep him in front of me. "I just 
don't understand why your new husband would let someone 
as beautiful as you out alone." 

I stared at him, shaking my head a little. "He trusts 
me." 

"A man should trust his wife." He moved a little closer 
and I could feel the soft ripples caused by his motion 
caressing my skin. "But he should also keep her very 
close. Protect her." 

I started feeling that quiver again. His voice was soft 
and soothing and his eyes seemed to warm my face as he 
looked at me. What was going on? I needed to swim away, 
right then, to get out of the pool and go back to my 
room. But I didn't. So I did the next best thing and 
tried to change the subject away from me. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. "Are you a 
guest?" 

"No." He shook his head. "I'm just the lifeguard. I 
come here sometimes, late at night. It helps me think." 

"And what do you think about?" I smiled without really 
knowing why. 

"Just...thoughts." He was very close now and every once 
in awhile our arms or our feet would touch, just for a 
second. It was like the water was charged with 
electricity when it happened and I felt myself growing 
warmer. 

"Have you ever saved anyone?" I asked and my voice was 
very soft. I was panting almost, and not entirely from 
the effort of moving my arms and legs. 

"I could save you." He whispered and smiled as though 
he were teasing me somehow. 

"I didn't know I needed saving." I laughed at his 
words. 

I felt his hand touching my bare thigh as it moved 
under the water, my legs churning as though riding a 
loose and wobbly bicycle. 

"Don't." I said gently. But his hand stayed there, 
rubbing my skin and he slid his body next to me, 
pushing us to the side of the pool. "Please." I added, 
looking into his beautiful eyes. 

"Shhhh..." His face was so close our lips were almost 
touching. "I'm saving you." 

His body was against mine and I stopped moving my legs, 
leaning back and spreading them around his waist. My 
pelvis rubbed the hard warmth of his stomach as he 
pushed us slowly, effortlessly. I rowed my hands, 
keeping my head above the water, leaning back and 
looking up at his face while he kicked and pushed and 
swam for both of us. 

"I should..." I started weakly. "I need to go, I need 
to...to see if my husband..." 

"I know." He nodded and I felt the hardness of the 
concrete behind me, touching it with my fingertips, 
grabbing it as the rest of my body caught up. 

I was backed up until the edge of the pool trapped me 
completely to this stranger's body. There was a narrow 
ledge running around it, 5 feet deep or so, and he 
stood on it with my legs still wrapped around his hips. 
I could feel the hardness of his manhood trapped within 
his suit, like a hard rounded bulge that he pressed to 
my hidden sex. His hands caught the little gutter just 
above the surface of the water and he held it so that I 
could hold him. 

"I'm married." I whispered and my eyes were full of 
pain. I couldn't do this, didn't he understand? He had 
to let me go. It wasn't fair. I didn't want this. Even 
as I felt the excitement surging from my fingertips all 
the way down to my toes, my nipples hard and burning, 
my virgin sex aching as it had never done before... 
Even beyond that, I knew this was wrong. 

The stranger just looked at me. "I know." 

He could save me, I understood it in that long moment 
between wanting and having, and he could save me. He 
could push himself away and let me go. I told him this 
with my eyes, I promised him a thousand words of 
gratitude, if he'd just do that one thing. If he'd be 
strong enough for both of us. I was drowning. My arms 
around his neck, my legs around his waist. My body 
trying to kill me with its instinctive response. But he 
could let me live. 

"Please," I whispered and then he was kissing me. 

I hated it. I hated the way my mouth opened for him, my 
head turning as his lips found mine. The way his tongue 
penetrated me so easily, touching me inside. Moving 
over mine, around it, urging me to respond. I hated the 
way my body moved then, the little motion of my hips, 
rubbing up and down. My breasts seemed to swell and I 
crushed myself against him, feeling the pressure on my 
nipples and moaning with the pleasure of it. I hated 
the way he stood there, just kissing me, not moving. He 
held the edge of the pool and let me rub myself against 
him. I hated myself. 

"Take off your top," he breathed. 

I did it, with nimble urgent fingers, fairly ripping at 
the strings behind my back. The bit of orange floated 
languidly away and I watched it while he bent his mouth 
to kiss my breasts. I cradled his head to me, gasping 
at the sensation of his lips sucking and then moaning 
at his teeth biting. 

I was feverish, burning from within and there was no 
relief. Every part of me that he touched cried out for 
more, and those places he did not ached with painful 
neglect. I had brief blurry memories of the day. 
Flashes of myself in the mirror, dressing for my 
wedding. The ring on my finger, the strobe of the 
photographer's camera. Of my husband, tall and regal 
and handsome. I wept and clawed at this stranger's back 
as he suckled me, breathing fire into my body even as 
my mind sought to extinguish it. I was drowning, 
gasping for air, sinking...sinking. 

"Take me out," his voice was in my ear, hot and wet and 
intoxicating. I reached down between us, hooking my 
thumbs in his suit, moving by touch alone as I shut my 
eyes to that awful moment. His tongue caressed my ear 
and then his mouth, touching and biting. I felt his 
hardness, strong and large and deliberate. 

I was weeping then. Soft tears running slowly from my 
eyes, one by one by one. I took his penis in one hand 
and pulled aside my bikini bottoms with the other, 
trembling all over. I was so frightened suddenly, 
terrified by the overpowering of want. My sex demanded 
it, like a will of it's own seizing my senses. I felt 
nothing but the desire between my legs. The burning 
emptiness to be filled, finally and completely. I 
pressed the head of him to my opening, moving it back 
and forth, catching me, splitting me as he pushed. 

"Oh!" I screamed, but it sounded only as a whisper 
across that placid pond. I shivered and gripped him 
tightly, digging my heels into the small of his back. 
His hardness surged into me, stretching me and finding 
the soft thin blockage of my hymen. He paused as he 
realized what he'd felt and kissed me hard so that I 
opened my eyes, looking into those of a man I did not 
know. He thrust and tore my flesh, and I did scream, 
muffled and uselessly into his mouth. He drank it, 
breathed my pain and fear and betrayal, while his cock 
bathed in my virginal blood. 

It was a glorious pain. Sharp and quick and it brought 
with it a climax to rend my soul. I had lost something, 
given something away that I should not have. I moved 
with him, rocking my body and groaning. I begged him to 
make love to me, to thrust himself over and over inside 
me. I clung to him desperately, as if he were my 
husband and I his eager bride. I felt shame and horror 
at my pleasure, but made no effort to stop. If anything 
I became even more enthusiastic as the pain and 
discomfort faded, though never entirely disappeared. I 
hoped it never would; I wanted to remember that 
sensation forever. 

"Do you want me to pull out?" He asked me, and then 
again as I hadn't responded. "I'm going to cum." 

"N-no please... inside me I want it... to feel it... my 
first time," I breathed, biting my lips and grinding my 
sex to him. I had gone so far, too far, but this was 
what I wanted. God help me, I needed it so badly. To be 
complete on my wedding night. I crushed my breasts to 
his chest, kissing him again, whispering encouragement 
to fill my womb with his seed. And as I sensed, rather 
than truly felt that sudden spreading warmth of his 
semen inside me, I drowned utterly in my last best 
orgasm of the night. 

With his stiff penis still inside me, still throbbing 
his ejaculate into my fertile womb, we pushed suddenly 
off the wall. I kept my arms and legs around him, 
oblivious to it. My heart was pounding and my lungs 
heaved as my body surrendered. I was a woman now. Not a 
child. Married and impregnated, I was sure. I hoped, I 
dreamed, and all of those thoughts were part of it, 
tendrils of the ecstasy that seized me. 

It was only slowly that I realized we'd drifted away 
from safety, our bodies entwined, sinking. Our heads 
went underwater and I took a mouthful of water, choking 
on it suddenly and coughing bubbles around our faces. I 
struggled and wondered why he was holding me. He'd 
wrapped his arms around me, while I'd let go, reaching 
instinctively for the surface as it stretched away 
above us. My legs tried to use him and his penis was 
still urgently erect, still inside of me as I kicked. 
But instead of being freed of it, of him, he only 
pulled me closer making love to me still even as we 
slowly fell. 

I stared at him under the water, flailing, struggling, 
fighting his embrace as we sank deeper. I felt the 
pressure of the water on my face, not unpleasant, but 
frightening me. My feet touched the sloping bottom, and 
our weight pulled us to the center of the pool. His 
hardness was an ache in my womb, I was more aware of it 
than ever, and I felt that if I could lift myself from 
that penetration I would be free. But every movement I 
made seemed designed to push him deeper, to work that 
betrayal deeper in my spoiled sex. 

I felt my lungs beginning to burn, heaving as I kept my 
mouth shut and fought to avoid taking that last deep 
breath my body wanted. I wasted energy punching at the 
man, pulling at his arms and legs while he watched me. 
My heart was pounding in my ears and I didn't 
understand. I didn't know why he was doing this. I 
couldn't even ask him. That was the worst. The never 
knowing why. 

I wondered if I could hold my breath as long as he 
could. He was twice my size and I'd been fighting, but 
I stopped. I relaxed in his arms. Let me go I pleaded 
silently. Using my eyes, my smile in the bottom of that 
bright blue pool. I stroked his skin. You can save me, 
I told him, you can be strong enough for both of us. 
Let us go, please. I couldn't tell if I was crying, but 
I thought I was. I felt like I was. I put my face next 
to his, staring into his soft brown eyes, begging him 
to let our baby live. 

A strange serenity came then as my body spasmed and my 
lungs betrayed me finally. I took a great breath of 
water. I shook violently and looked at him with 
surprise, and then there was calm again. As though it 
had never happened. I felt his penis throb and swell 
and once more empty inside my body. How remarkable, I 
thought, that the last thing I should feel would be 
this. He withdrew slowly and let me go and I never saw 
him again. 

FREE SWIM

I had been fucking my neighbour's daughter for about a 
month by now and we'd struck up quite a routine. She 
would come home from school and hop over the wall into 
my back garden and through my patio doors before 
shedding her uniform and seeking me out. We screwed 
almost every day and we had christened every room in 
the house and every hole on her body. 

Melissa was 5 ft tall with an athletic figure and she 
had just turned fifteen when I first caught her 
masturbating behind the shed in my garden. Within 
twenty minutes I had taken her cherry and left her 
passed out in my bed while I led next to her and 
admired the image of schoolgirl beauty which I had just 
corrupted, Shoulder length straight brown hair framed 
the cutest puppy dog green eyes and slim red lips, her 
body smooth and firm with pale silky skin curving in 
all the right places.

She never wore makeup because she didn't need to and 
had only recently started to trim between her legs so 
she looked even younger. Ever since then we've been 
screwing like rabbits at every opportunity. Last 
Wednesday though I had received a text message telling 
me to bring my speedos and meet her outside the back 
gate to the school at 5pm so I showered grabbed my gear 
and walked the half mile to the local secondary school. 

I had to walk through crowds of beautiful supple young 
children as they brushed past me in their rush to get 
home. Melissa was waiting for me when I arrived and 
pointed to a sign on the gate which read THE POOL WILL 
BE OPEN TO THE PUBLIC EVERY WEDNESDAY BETWEEN 5 AND 6 
PM.

My eyebrows raised and I whispered, "Don't they realise 
what sort of people are going to take up this offer?"

She smiled and replied, "Just perverts looking to oggle 
horny kids in their swimwear.... and they're right." We 
made our way through the grounds to the recently built 
swimming pool and I dropped a twenty into the school 
fund box like everyone else. It seemed a good way for 
the school to recoup some of the costs of this huge 
building and I was very much looking forward to the 
spectacle which was to follow. 

We went our separate ways into the different changing 
rooms without saying anything so no-one would know that 
we were together and I found myself in a large communal 
changing area with six other men who changed so fast 
that I could tell that they were in a hurry to enjoy 
themselves. I pulled on my old trunks which were far 
too small now but gave an impressive bulge at the front 
and I walked casually out to the pool area.

The sight which met me nearly made my eyes burst out of 
my head because I was face to face with over thirty 
children male and female between twelve and eighteen 
years old in every type of swimsuit imaginable showing 
outlines of adolescent breasts, bums and cocks bursting 
to get out of tight wet fabric. 

I allowed a sideways look to take in all the innocence 
on show before I felt the tell-tail stirring between my 
legs and I rushed to dive into the pool before an 
erection could take hold and betray my reason for being 
here. Streaming through the water the cold caressed my 
body and I suddenly felt very naked but I was glad not 
to be the centre of attention. 

That honour was reserved for the two sixth formers 
lying on the side of the pool in tight red uniform 
swimsuits acting as the lifeguards for the session. As 
I admired the redhead's huge pert tits I felt someone 
swim up to me from behind and a familiar hand stroke 
over my ass and around to my now totally stiff manhood, 
" Would you like to have that?" Melissa whispered and 
as I nodded slowly she giggled and ducked under the 
surface.

We were alone in the deep end because the other guys 
were looking at the younger kids mucking about in the 
shallow water so only the tall blonde lifeguard could 
see the look on my face as my trunks were folded down 
and I was violently wanked underwater. Our eyes met and 
she smiled at me before walking back down to the other 
end of the pool where the noise was very loud and she 
shouted at a young boy not to stand on his friend's 
shoulders and bomb into the water. 

I couldn't believe how long Melissa could hold her 
breath for because it seemed like an age before she 
released my member and rose in front of me so that we 
might share our first public kiss. Our bodies closed 
together and our arms wrapped around so were as one in 
the moist evening air. She closed her eyes and when I 
ventured into her with my tongue I could taste the 
young girl and the chlorine together like some chemical 
reaction between us.

Even in the middle of this magnificent show of lust I 
could just see out of the corner of my eye the first of 
the men rush into the changing room to obviously 
relieve what he must have built up in and around the 
juniors but I couldn't stop myself from cracking a 
smile which stopped the glory we were experiencing. 
"What is it?" she said with a rush of air from her 
lungs "That was the best kiss I've ever had." I held 
her close and whispered in her ear "Me too, but check 
out the guy at the end going to go and knock one out in 
the toilets." 

She laughed out loud which attracted some attention 
from around us, "He can't have a lot of stamina then, 
either that or Ben got a hard-on in front of him." I 
pulled her to the side so that we could continue and I 
forced her legs open with my free hand, "Is he big?" I 
asked as I forced my way around the side of the tight 
blue suit and into her ever inviting cunt. She sighed 
deeply as I penetrated her with another finger and 
lowered her head onto my shoulder, "For 13 years old? 
absolutely, I would love to get that cock up inside 
me."

This dirty talk started to get me incredibly aroused 
and I pounded the young pussy with all of my hand, "Why 
don't you fuck him then?" I ventured. I was met with 
only low whimpering as my young lover built up into her 
first orgasm of the day and I continued to talk dirty 
to her, "maybe we can get him over to my house tomorrow 
and we could bust you in both holes at the same time." 
I quickened my pace and she began the now familiar low 
rhythmic groans, "You riding my dick while he shafts 
your ass raw."

She was now totally out of control and as I watched the 
last of the men exit the pool slightly doubled over to 
hide his excitement the two older girls walked hand in 
hand towards us.  Melissa bit onto my neck and tensed 
up like she was being electrocuted before spasming 
wildly and screaming into my skin, "FUCK!" As she gave 
out to leave me fully supporting her on my side I could 
feel the area around my hand getting warmer as her 
juices mixed with the pool water.

I slowly removed my hand from her relaxing pussy and 
turned toward the two horny women walked past us 
displaying their curves. I was able to enjoy watching 
them for quite a while because it took a long time for 
Melissa to recover but when she did she turned to me 
and said, "Go into the changing room and grab a 
shower." 

I did as I was told but had to walk past lots of small 
girls and boys who got a really good look at a massive 
erection bursting out of the sides of my trunks. The 
relief of removing them and letting my cock completely 
grow in the shower room was short lived though as I was 
soon joined by at least a dozen curious twelve or 
thirteen year old boys wanting to see what a man looked 
like. I tried to lather myself and not jerk off in 
front of them but they made it very difficult as one by 
one small pricks started to grow into virgin stiffies 
and my control faded away to desire.

I glanced around at the sights before me and one young 
blonde boy at the other end of the shower ring caught 
my attention because he had the largest cock I had ever 
seen on someone his age. It was over four inches long 
but looked out of scale on a lad just entering his 
teens and I watched transfixed as he washed himself 
causing the massive tool to bounce up and down in the 
lather. I grew in confidence and guessed, "Would you be 
Ben?" he smiled and nodded back, "That's me, something 
I can do for you?"

His hands swept slowly down to his groin and rubbed 
around his genitals pretending to be cleaning but I 
could clearly see his foreskin being pulled slowly back 
and forth for my benefit. This was when I noticed a lot 
of the boys had started masturbating around me and I 
guessed that they had never seen a man's boner before 
so I decided at that point that I might as well play 
along.

I gripped myself with my right hand and stroked slowly 
while I continued to talk to the increasingly horny 
child across from me "My girlfriend wants you to fuck 
her." His eyes lit up and he quickened his strokes, 
"Melissa? Oh yeah I'd love to shag her." 

"Oh really!" a sensuous voice from the changing room 
interrupted, "Do I get to chose where and when?"

My naked lover strode purposefully into the showers, 
her long firm legs supporting a pert round bum and 
those luscious pointy tits gleaming in the moist air, 
she was greeted with a collective gasp and she rushed 
to embrace me in a very sloppy french kiss. An older 
lad next to me grunted and I felt him shoot a huge hot 
load over my leg, "Not so fast boys!" Melissa yelled 
around the room, "I've brought Suzanne here to 
entertain my man." 

She gestured to a small pre-teen girl with long blonde 
hair who was peeking around the corner, "while I get 
gang banged by anyone who wants me." With that and a 
rush of "Me firsts," the tease dropped onto her back in 
front of me opened her legs wide and directing the 
proceedings, "smallest first and up in size to Ben at 
the end."

The youngest boy who could only have been ten rushed 
over to her and dropped to his knees in joy, his 
springy couple of inches pushed into her hand so that 
she could guide him up his first cunt which accepted 
him with only a small yelp from Melissa. I beckoned 
Suzanne over to me and while she stared at the big cock 
waiting for her I asked, "What about the lifeguards? 
won't they stop this or call the police?"

I had to take her hand and close it over my prick 
before she replied, "We just left them taking care of 
everyone in the girl's changing room so I doubt we'll 
be disturbed." The first boy had come and gone in 
record time and was lying next to us with a permanent 
grin across his face but there was a queue formed up 
ready for their turn. "I'm only eleven," the little 
girl whispered to me "what can I do with this?" both of 
her hands were pulling me in every direction. 

I pushed her by her head to kneel in front of me and 
put it in her mouth "suck it and see." With that the 
young girl sucked me like a lollypop. I had to show her 
a good technique of slow sucking and jerking me with 
her hand so I could last a long time but still get the 
most amazing sensations throughout my body because I 
wanted to still be able to enjoy watching Melissa being 
satisfied at the end of her marathon.

I had taken my attention from my lover for a while so I 
shouted out "How many is that?" She was at that time 
being violently thrust into by a much bigger dark 
haired boy with a lot of muscles who made her voice 
shake, "F-five... I think." 

I looked over at the horniest line of meat I had ever 
seen and replied, "Still another nine to go then 
sweetie." She sighed deeply ready to accept another 
orgasm. My attention was brought back to Suzanne who 
was tired from sucking me off so after releasing my 
meat she led back for me, "Go on big man!" she started 
with a quake in her voice, "I'd really like to try it 
now." 

A quick curt nod told her she would be getting what she 
wanted and she led back to enjoy me, the wet preteen 
arched her small back and the water flowed from her 
flat chest, down between her bare thighs and was 
squeezed by the fleshy lips of her inviting vagina. I 
lowered myself slowly at first but as I heard another 
boy go off behind me I knew that I would have to hurry 
things along so my tongue went straight for the honey 
pot. A quick darting lick was met with a flood of 
juices flowing out over my chin and my head was gripped 
by two surprisingly strong hands which pushed me deeper 
into her.

I found her small clit and put her over the moon from 
the first flick to the first mind blowing orgasm of her 
life. Even as she twitched all over and I clasped my 
fingers around her nipples I could feel a hand start to 
wank me off from behind which I guessed to be Melissa. 
Suzanne was soon begging for more so I scooted up level 
with her and she cried, "Please do it!"

I felt the hand on my hard-on release and be replaced 
by the little girl's as she tried to guide me into her. 
As I gingerly pushed down I was met by the hard barrier 
which squashed my rod but it was too stiff for her and 
with a pop I slipped the head up into the hottest wet 
nest I had ever felt. 

A little scream followed by a whimper told me to give 
her a few moments to get used to being penetrated so I 
looked back to Melissa who was looking at me and 
sighing "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" The hand I had felt 
before returned to my body with another and they 
started to caress my ass from right behind me which 
could not have been my girlfriend but one of the boys.

Looking over my other shoulder I saw the first young 
lad who had spunked over me at the beginning. He was 
hard again and working shower gel up my crack and over 
his cock which told me he was looking to fuck me 
instead of the horny fifteen year old girl led next to 
us. I saw no harm in this so I returned to pushing 
further into Suzanne who just accepted every inch with 
a higher pitch moan until I hit bottom leaving only a 
small part of my cock outside the girl. 

Before I could withdraw a bit and give her a good 
stroke I felt the first piece of hot dick slip up 
between my ass cheeks so I froze and allowed him to 
continue. I had never had another guy in me before so I 
didn't know what to expect but he was small and it felt 
good opening my sphincter and entering the chasm 
beyond. He immediately started to pump which started up 
a good rhythm between all three of us and we were all 
merrily shagging with small hands slapping my ass as he 
pounded.

"Holy shit!" Melissa cried when she saw us "that looks 
fucking amazing!" She was on her last before Ben Coe 
who stood there still with a massive erection ready to 
split my girlfriend open so I quickened up my pace. 
This made Suzanne start to quiver and the boy up my ass 
bend over me to deliver his second helping of the day, 
right up deep into my passage. 

It was so hot and powerfully spurted I couldn't stop 
myself from filling the little girl to bursting point 
as she struggled to take all of my cock and the hot 
stream of spunk now banging up against her cervix. She 
lost it immediately and exploded with me before my 
vision blurred and I collapsed onto the twitching 
youngster, the boy fell away from me taking his dick 
out with a loud pop. 

There was thankfully a small pause before the head 
under my chest started to cry and I had to lift off of 
her being careful not to pull out too quickly with my 
rapidly deflating prick. Almost immediately she curled 
up into a ball and drifted off into her own little 
world to leave me alone to watch Melissa receive 
another deposit from the longest lasting boy so far.

With only Ben for her to attend to I leant over and 
suggested that she might try a different position. "I 
think you're right." She gingerly replied before 
pushing the last spent young man off of her. "All the 
blood has rushed to my head." 

I countered with, "Well it seems to have rushed to 
other parts of the male bodies," as I gestured to Ben 
to lie down and let Melissa mount him. As she sat up I 
could see all f the spunk drain from her pussy and run 
down her leg before the young man held his weapon 
upright so that when my lover sat down it pushed all 
the way up inside her. 

A gasp then a sigh followed, "I saw where Phil let his 
blood rush to, have you ever been buggered before?" 

I glanced back at the boy who had taken my anal cherry 
and replied softly, "Not before now but it certainly 
won't be the last," with that the two started a frantic 
bucking screw which only lasted a few moments before 
Melissa was on her way to yet another orgasm.

I rolled close to them and smothered her with a kiss as 
she came but that didn't stop me having a decent grope 
of her chest and bum. Ben was grunting with every 
thrust and I could tell he was trying to hold back but 
when I put a hand under her ass to cup his balls I felt 
him clasp onto my limp dick and pull the foreskin back. 
I had no idea he was into guys so it took a while for 
me to realise what he wanted. 

I pulled up onto my knees and shuffled up to his head 
which he rolled toward me and when he opened his mouth 
I heard Melissa squeal, partly in even more pleasure 
but mostly because she was going to get to watch her 
man being blown by her latest conquest. He had only 
just managed to get me hard again by alternating 
between sucking and licking my bell-end before he 
sprang up to her and gave her both barrels, her eyes 
crossing in ecstasy to receive it. "One, Two, Three," 
she counted his spurts all the way to Eleven before he 
was spent and she slumped over next to me.

I was the only guy still hard in the showers and pretty 
soon the boys started to skulk away to get dried and 
dressed, after a time I followed and sat down between 
them, "Thanks you lot for giving Melissa the fuck of 
her life" I said as I watched tired tools being tucked 
away into small boxers and briefs, "there is just one 
thing that I'd like you to do before you go." 

One of them leant forward toward me sighing, "I think I 
can guess." And his lips closed around the top of my 
erection. I watched as his dark hair bobbed up and down 
taking my cock to new heavens for half a minute before 
he broke away and called to the kid next to me, "Go on 
Cameron... do him." 

My eyes closed and I was washed away in waves of 
pleasure as one by one the junior boys took it in turn 
to suck me off, how many it took to make me cum I don't 
know but when I did some lucky chap caught a massive 
load over his face and was made by the others to lick 
the rest up off of my body.

"Ahem!" the loud cough startled me after a time, "are 
we going to get home before my mum wonders where I am?" 
Melissa inquired surrounded by Ben and the two sixth 
form women fully clothed admiring with delight my spent 
body. I got to my feet and pulled on my shirt and 
trousers looking around for one of my shoes which 
wasn't where I left it. "Yes, right away!" I blurted. 

The big breasted red-head who brought my shoe over to 
me whispered in my ear "I hope you come again next week 
so Mel can share her good fortune with the rest of us." 
I got to my feet and hugged my beautiful lover close, 
"If we can both still walk by then" I replied and she 
led me out into the dark evening. We were both quite 
sore so we slowly walked home while we discussed what 
we had done, Melissa couldn't wait to tell me how she 
loved watching me being serviced by all the guys she 
had just let fuck her. 

I  could still hardly believe that she had been banged 
by fourteen cocks and still looked as if butter 
wouldn't melt in her mouth. Over the next few days she 
invited Ben to join us at my house which I didn't mind 
because she needed to get on with people closer to her 
own age and I love shagging that cock as much as she 
does, which reminds me, "It's almost half past four on 
a Wednesday so you'll excuse me cutting this story 
short, I have somewhere to be."