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The Swim

By: punk-fuck



While living in Africa with my wife Ania she had some experiences that she talks about to this day. She normally talks about them when we are fucking. Ania is a beautiful 26 year old and my name is Robert and I am a lucky 51 year old. Ania is not too tall with nice 34C tits with a lovely arse, which is just right for smacking when fucking her. The day started like any other with me going off to work and Ania staying at home, she couldn't get a work permit. In the block of flat where we lived we had a swimming pool and bar-b-que area. As the day got hot Ania decided to go for a swim to cool of and to get some exercise. In the flat she changed into her swimming suit, grabbed a towel and went down to the pool. The place was deserted with the gardeners working behind the buildings.

Ania swam a few lengths got out and laid on the grass to dry off. The sun was too hot to be out in too long so after a few minutes she got up and went back indoors. The day was like any other, Ania sat down with a drink and started to read. What she had not realised was, as we are on the second floor we don't always pull the curtains when we get changes as no one can look in but this day a gardener was trimming the tree. He obviously had a good view into the rooms and he was watching Ania get changed, and dry off after her shower.

After a few minutes Ania heard a knock on the door. She went and opened it and found a black man standing there asking for the master. Ania asked him why he need him and he said it was to get permission to move some plants. Ania told him that I would be back at 1pm and to come back then to speak to me. The black guy went off. She watched him walk out of the front gate while she stood at the window. Ania went back to her reading.

A little while later she had another knock on the door. She looked through the spy hole and saw a young white guy standing there. She opened the door and asked him if she could help him. "Hi may name is Graham and I was wondering if I could use your phone my battery has run out." He said smiling. Ania said "Yes of course, come on in. I am making a drink would you like one while you make the call."

"Yes please." Graham said.

Graham went into the front room and made the call Ania made the drink and went in to join him. After the call Graham sat down and chatted with Ania. She was very conscious of him looking her up and down and staring at her as she sat there in her shorts. She was liking the attention, as not much happens normally. Grahan asked if he could use the toilet and Ania point the way. As he got up she was sure he had a hard on. She dismissed it and took the glasses into the kitchen. She heard the loo flush and Graham joined her in the kitchen. He stood there looking at Ania and rubbing his bulge in his shorts. Ania made an excuse saying that she had to get things ready as I would be home in a few minutes. Graham walked over to Ania stroked her cheek and kissed her. Ania struggled and pushed him away, asking him to leave. 

Graham was walking towards the door and opened it. As it opened Ania saw the black guy with 2 other people. They walked in grabbed Ania's arm and pushed her towards the bedroom. Ania was pushed onto the bed while the 3 black men and Graham looked at her. "Come over here angel and suck my dick." Graham said as he undid his shorts and allowed them to fall to the ground. Ania said no and backed up against the wall. "Can I convince her to do as asked boss." The younger black guy said. "Of course Brian." Graham said. Brian walked over to Ania twisted his fingers into her hair and pulled her across the bed. Ania screamed but Brian told her to do as she is told or she will be beaten. Ania knows that she would be beaten as the black men regularly beat their wives. Ania was forced onto her knees and in front of her face was a dick ready for her to suck. Precum was seeping out as Graham wanked himself, getting it harder for her. Ania moved her mouth away but Brian smiling to himself slapped her across the face and turned her until her mouth was in line with the dick. She opened her mouth and took it in. 

Ania sucks a good dick and so she knew what was expected of her. She used her tongue and sucked hard. She had her hand around the base preventing him from going to deep. Brian pulled her hand away and gave her his dick to wank while sucking. Brian was not too big so she held it tight and moved her hand up and down, rolling the forskin backwards and then covering the purple head again. The other black man took her other hand and rapped it around his dick as well. Ania remembers thinking not all black men are enormous. Graham held onto her head and forced his dick to the back of her throat and held it there. She felt it spasm and a gush of spunk filled her. She tried to swallow but some dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. She pulled away from him and gasped for air. She started to fight the men after whipping her hands away from their dicks and hitting out with her clenched fists. The guy behind her grabbed her arms, Brian smiled and slapped her across the face. Ania slumped to one side. His hand came back again forcing her the other way. She slumped forwards the guy let his hands slip from her arms allowing her to fall face down on the floor.

A few moments later she was being dragged onto the bed. She felt her arms being pulled above her head and then being tied to the headboard by some of her lacy panties. Ania was about to scream when a white pair were pushed into her mouth. She could taste that they had been taken out of the washing basket and the gusset was sticking out of her mouth. The other guy, Steven bent down and sniffed the gusset and smiled to himself. The men then proceeded to rip her shorts off and her tee shirt leaving her only in a black thong that looked wonderful against her dusky tan. The other guy who had been standing in the background walked over to the bed, pushing the others out of the way and twisted her nipple unbelievably hard. "Stop Sydney, you will rip it off."

"Fuck her she deserves all of it, the fucking whore." Sydney spat out. Ania was crying with the pain. The others pulled him off of her. 

"Lets brand her one of ours." Steven exclaimed. "Great", Brian said. Graham sat in the chair watching while rubbing his dick. Steven twisted one nipple in circles then pinched it very tightly. Brian had something in his hand that Ania could not see. All of a sudden she felt a shearing pain as she watched Brian pass a needle through her nipple. Little trickles of blood ran down her heaving tits. As Brian pulled it out Steven looked around to pass through it. Graham tossed over a paper clip. Steven straightened it and pushed it into the hole and out the other side. While this was happening Sydney was twisting her other nipple and Brian pushed the needle through again. Steven then passed another paper clip through. The all stood back and looked at their handy work. Ania was now thrashing her legs about the bed trying to get loose. They stood there and laughed. Brain found some string and passed it through the clips and tied them together. With a little tug they could tell it was hurting Ania, she tired to move away and they could hear her screams even through her gag.

"Come on we need to be done soon, her old man will be back." Graham said. "OK lets fuck her and go." Steven said. "Take hold of her legs, I'll be first," Sydney said. "Fuck off you will spoil it for all of us, you're last." Graham decided to go first. "Hold her legs up high for me," Graham said as he pulled her black thong to one side. "Fuck she is sopping, she really wants it bad." Graham bent down and ran his tongue around her clit and cunt just to taste her before the others fuck her. They pulled her legs up until they were either side of her tits. Her cunt and arse hole were so crudely exposed to their gaze. Graham was holding his dick slipping it up and down her cunt and with one move he was in her, ball deep. Steven pulled the string each time he thrust in hard. Ania was nearly passing out. This went on for ages, little dribbles of blood were rolling down her tits. Brian lent over her, pulled out the soiled panties, fed his dick in to her mouth and started to fuck her face. With her knees where they were she could not move away.

The minutes seemed like hours with all the fucking. Graham, Steven and Brian had fucked her twice and made her drink their cum as well. They sat back and looked at Ania just lying there, spunk covered. They got up and decided it was time to pack their things away and get out of the compound before anyone got home for lunch.

While they went out Sydney said he would be out later. He moved over to Ania pulling her hair so she looked at him and told her that she was going to enjoy the next minutes.

Sydney held the string from her tits in one hand and bent down to drink all of the spunk out of her cunt. He slurped at her while pulling on the string, he enjoyed listening to her moan. He found some of my ties joined a couple together and lifted her legs up tying them to the headboard, way above her head. He then did the same to the other leg. Her arse was off the bed and it gave Sydney a good view of her cunt and arse. Sydney dropped his trousers and a huge dick sprang into view. Ania gasped "I can't take that" she said, "It will tear me apart." Sydney laughed, "That's what all the girls say, but I get in with a bit of force."

He bent over her and drove his dick into her, her hole was gaping open each time he withdrew and slammed back in. Ania was screaming while all this was going on. As he fucked her he stuck his finger into her arse, then 2, 3 and finally he was fist fucking her arse while he fucked her cunt. Ania was going over the edge, she couldn't believe while being raped and fist fucked she was going to cum. He had his hand buried up her arse, laying on her with his dick in her cunt as far as it would go and Ania was having the wildest orgasm ever. She was thrashing about nearly knocking him off. As she came down she tried to buck him off. Sydney pulled the string so her nipples stretched off her tits. She cried out. He then slapped her tits with his finger tips making them sting. 

He bent down and forced his hand into her cunt, which was now gaping open for his assault on her. He put the string in his mouth and pulled, then started to push his other fist into her arse. He started to fist fuck both holes until she came again. Ania was getting very tried, Sydney could tell from her movements. He untied her, her legs and arms flopping down on the bed. He bent down picked up his belt and started to whip her tits with it. She covered herself but he just kept on. He rolled her over so he could whip her back and arse. She rolled into a ball, he just kept on whipping her. While she was rolled up he tied her ankles around the back of her neck, whipped her again, aiming the tip of the belt onto her cunt lips. As they started to swell he rammed his dick into her cunt again. As he nearly came he with drew waited and then pushed his large dick into her arse and fucked her like a demented person. As he came he whipped her back and pulled the string making her scream.

He got off of her walked over to his clothes put them on and left. When I got home at lunchtime I found the tree to be nicely pruned. I called out to Ania without a reply. I thought she was in the bedroom reading, dozing or just playing with herself, waiting for me to get home. She was sitting up in bed with some cream rubbing it into the wheals she could reach. I looked down and wondered what had happened then I saw the thin gold chain dangling down between her nipples. I didn't say anything I was waiting for her to say. I rubbed the lotion onto her back and arse. Her hair was still wet so she had showered to freshen up. Be gentle with my cunt lips she said as I spread the lotion on. While I was pampering her she told me the story. I was angry, shocked and excited. She told it as if she enjoyed it, not as she had been raped. 

The following day we went to see a friend who carried out a check of her parts to make sure she was OK and a HIV blood test. He rushed the test back and it was all clear. That afternoon we were fucking as usual, Ania didn't want me to be gentle as she like the pain that went with it. I fucked her cunt, mouth and arse. She wanted me to smack her when I fuck her arse doggy style.

Some weeks later this guy came around asking if we wanted our tree to be pruned. I asked Ania and she came to the door, looked at the guy and said sure Graham when do you want to start the work, will it take all day again. Three days later the tree had been pruned and when I got home I found Ania gagged, hog tied with spunk all over her face and body. She had obviously be fucked, whipped and arse fucked again. She looked up at me pleading me to untie her. I bent down licked her cunt, saw spunk coming out of her arse and the string between her nipples. I got undressed slowly, rubbed my dick around her face walked behind her and fucked her cunt. I pulled out held onto the piece of string, pulled it and drove my dick into her arse and fucked it hard.

She is waiting for the tree to grow again to see if Graham comes around. 

The Swim



While at the beach I never liked to swim out over my head, but she fearlessly swam out past the piers and I followed. Under the water I could see she swam effortlessly, with a grace she oddly lacked on the beach. and I nervously continued, not sure where she was taking me.

We first met on the beach the night before, she didn't seem so fearless, bold perhaps, not fearless. I sat on a lounger, alone on the beach with my hat pulled over my eyes, as I listened to the waves. She snuck up and tipped the hat from my eyes and alone we talked. Perhaps it was the waves in the background giving a rhythm to our words, but as we talked, we seemed to dance in a quiet ballet of each other. Gentle questions, secret dreams, we simply danced, she led, I followed.

All too quickly our dance ended and she had to leave, as I watched her walk down the beach, she turned and shouted: "I go for a swim every morning. Meet me here at seven thirty." Then she disappeared into the night.

At seven the next morning I waited for her, watching the waves. I doubted she would show up, she was a local, and I was a tourist, and I knew she must have talked to a million guys on the beach, but, at just before seven thirty she arrived.

Our eyes met for a moment and then she headed for the water shouting, "Are you coming?" I walked slowly to the waves and dove into the cold water, expecting a leisurely swim. Surfacing, I noticed her already out past the breakers and I knew it was more than any leisurely swim. I swam quickly trying to catch up to her.

As we swam, something happened to me, I could feel the cool water surround me, I felt the rhythm of the swales, and I tasted the salt on my lips. I soon could sense when the next wave would ease past me, I could feel it coming! Each time she slowed and waited for me, I could see it in her eyes, she felt it too! Not a word was spoken and I understood why she brought me here and I tried to say something, explain what I felt, but she shook her head, and headed towards the beach.

She was already drying off when I reached her, our eyes met only briefly as we whispered good-bye. She walked back up the beach so I decided to take a chance and shouted to her, "My motel is just over there, we could go back to my room."

"I don't like rooms, I like the sand," she called back, pausing at the edge of the dunes. "Do you want to see?"

"Sure," I said, walking quickly to catch up with her, carrying my towel and shoes.

"Hurry up," she shouted and ran up into the dunes.

I ran fast to catch her and clearing the second small hill, I found her kneeling on the ground, unfastening her top. I walked over to her, spreading the towel on the ground and took her hand. She stood up and wrapped her arms around me. and I felt her breasts press against my chest as she kissed me. She carefully removed the rest of her bathing suit and watched as I removed mine, as she saw my cock, she leaned her head forward, facing the ground and let her long blonde hair fall over my shaft. Wet, cool from the breeze and a bit gritty with sand it was an odd sensation I felt as she moved her hair back and forth over my cock.

Moving away from the towel I had laid down, she sat down right into the sand, wriggling her ass a bit to burrow it in some. She lay back resting her head on a slight rise in the dune and then took two handfuls of sand and slowly, seductively sprinkled it over her body, first her breasts, then down her stomach and then over her thighs. She smiled and whispered, "I love the sand."

She opened her legs and motioned to me with both hands, so I kneeled carefully in the sand, feeling the sharp grains abrading the skin. She reached up and took my cock with one hand and opened her lips with the other, as I leaned forward and entered her, I could feel a slight scratchiness to her lips. Realizing that she had gotten some sand down there and afraid of hurting her, I paused.

"What's wrong?" she whispered.

"There's some sand on us, I mean down there. I don't want it getting in you, I don't want it scratching you."

"I told you, I like the sand," and to prove her point she rubbed her sand covered palm over her nipples. Noticing my wince as she did that, she whispered, "I really do. Now come on," she said, thrusting her hips upward to take my cock in deeper.

Trying to ignore the scratchy sensation I began to move, pressing very slowly into her. The little bit of sand in her felt very odd, but not enough to overcome what was building inside me. I began moving faster, she started rubbing her legs so her thighs rubbed hard against mine and she pulled me down onto her sandy breasts. I continued my rhythmic thrusting, as she squirmed beneath me abrading the sand against our skin like sandpaper.

I felt myself getting closer to orgasm, she suddenly wrapped her legs around me and arched her back, begging me, "Deeper, deeper." I pressed deep and felt her come around me, the entire time grinding her inner thighs against my outer thighs. I paused a moment as she caught her breath, savoring the pulsing sensations from inside her. In a moment she calmed and I started again, she moved her hips to meet each thrust. She spread her legs wide so the sand between us no longer abraded on my thighs.and Without that distraction, I came quickly, pressing my cock deep into her pussy, filling her with my come.

We lay together, quietly kissing as occasionally she would move a bit grinding the sand between us. I got up on my knees and carefully wiped some of the sand off my stomach and thighs, careful not to get any on my cock. Her pussy glistened a bright red color and I knew it had to burn. I slipped on my bathing suit as she stood up and brushed the sand off her body. I could see her skin glow a light pink where the sand had been ground between us. I looked at my stomach and noticed some pink there too.

She quickly put on her bathing suit and began picking up her things. "Thank you," she whispered, "my boyfriend won't do that with me, it chafes him too much." She shrugged and continued, "What's a girl gonna do?"

"But doesn't it burn you?"

"Yes, that's the best part. Now I can think of you all day, part of tomorrow too I think."

"What about your boyfrend?"

"Oh he's gone for a couple of days."

"I don't leave until the day after tomorrow, would you like to..."

"No," she smiled, "it will be a couple of days before I can do that again. I'll be ready to go about the time he gets back."

"But we don't have to do that again, look, I'll just rub some lotion on you."

"I save that for him to do," she replied and, I guess noticing the strange look on my face she continued, "He knows what I like, and though we're not exclusive yet, I like to save the tender stuff for him. So he soothes me when I'm chafed like this, it's something special for both of us."

"But if this sand thing is so compelling to you, how can you stay with him?"

"Oh, I don't know, I keep hoping he will warm up to it. If not, well... like I said, we're not exclusive and if he doesn't come around we may have to go back to being just friends."

"Hmmm, maybe I should stay in touch?"

"You never know... do you reall think you could do this very much?" she asked, reaching out and running her fingernails along the pink marks on my stomach.

Wincing from the feeling I answered, "It may take some getting used to, it certainly is different."

"My name is Clara, Clara Weinthrold, I'm in the book."

"Well next time I'm back here I'll give you a call. Perhaps we could go for a swim."

She ran her fingernails over the chafe marks on her stomach and smiled, "Yes, a swim would be nice." She leaned forward, kissed me on the cheek and began walking further into the dunes.

I stood motionless watching as she slowly descended behind a tall dune and just before she dropped out of sight she blew me a kiss. I waved and turned to walk back toward my motel. "A swim would be nice," I repeated.



The Swim Lesson



It was a hot, muggy day, the sun brutal in its assault, illuminating Lake Hiawatha in all its piercing glory. My hot pink tank top had already begun to cling desperately to my body and noon was still an hour away. 

My first day as a Camp Hiawatha Counselor-in-Training started off as expected. The morning brought staff introductions, followed by a breakdown of rules and guidelines, many of which were begging to be ignored. Finally, we were herded off to meet our assigned group of kids whose parents were likely back at home sipping Mojitos by the poolside. 

It wasn't my idea, this whole camp thing. I was a reluctant Hiawatha camper a few summers ago, without much inclination toward leadership. This year, my parents thought it would keep me occupied, and less focused on my recent breakup with Chris Jankowski. While the idea of spending my entire summer with a bunch of bratty children sounded mainly unappealing, I finally bought into the camp adventure, new friends, and hopefully, a killer tan. 

And here I was, in Arts and Crafts, helping a 7-year-old girl with a frizzy, red, pig-tailed hairdo create a very architecturally flawed structure out of popsicle sticks. My senior counselor Tabitha was off in the distance, flirting with some guy. I suddenly wished our current roles were reversed and smiled wistfully. 

"I hope this gets better," I thought, thankful for the little name tag stickers all the kids were forced to wear. Emily appeared immune to my presence, fidgeting with her stick creation. 

"Hi Dana! Still having fun?" asked a friendly voice, belonging to a tan girl with a blond bob. I immediately recognized her as another senior counselor from this morning's intro session. 

"Hi Amanda!" 

"Where's Tabitha? Nevermind. Listen, do me a solid and run out to the boathouse to give this to Mr. Morgan, the water sports coordinator?" She handed me a large manila envelope. 

"You got it. Where...?" 

"Make a left, follow the path past the lake. You'll see signs. I'll help Emily with her...whatever. I owe you one!" 

I took the envelope, adjusted my short denim shorts and walked out to meet the scorching heat. 

The warm air grabbed me the moment I stepped outside and I felt tiny pools of sweat immediately forming in between my breasts. I looked down, acutely aware of the way my shirt accentuated my body. I wasn't the only one - I noticed a few male counselors checking me out earlier. 

I found the path easily, my black Puma sneakers kicking up dust as I jogged along. The lake made its presence felt as small gangs of bugs swirled in and out of my periphery. 

Swatting away the intruders, I made a mental note to procure bug spray at the camp store. A few steps later, I was at the lake. I stopped and stared at the perpetual blue, its silver ruffles advancing and retreating. It was immobilizing and humbling, and for a brief moment, my petty life seemed insignificant next to this immense body of water. 

"Beautiful, isn't she?" said a husky male voice to my right. 

I spun around, whisked out of my reverie, suddenly face to face with a tan, athletic male, clad in nothing but lime green swim trunks, which were very obviously wet. His hair was dark and curly, the playful tendrils dancing around his curious face. 

Holy crap! It was Evan Dyerson, the swim instructor. I remembered him from my youth - my little girlfriends and I would giggle and gossip over every flex of his muscles. He looked more handsome than ever. 

"Yes. She is," I responded, a bit flustered and wishing my college vocabulary would cooperate accordingly. 

"I'm Evan. I'm the swim instructor. Are you a new counselor this year?" he said, head cocked slightly to the right, his eyes inquisitive and flirtatious. I did my best to maintain eye contact with this gorgeous man, my gaze constantly drawn lower to his soaked swim trunks, where I could just notice the outline of his cock. 

He didn't remember me and it was probably for the best. "Hi, my name is Dana," I told him, the right corner of my mouth curling into a shy smile, "I am with Tabitha's group, the 7-year-olds." I suddenly became very aware of the fabric adhering to my body - the way my bra's underwire cradled my 34C breasts, the way the seam on my shorts pressed against my recently waxed pussy. I blushed a little. 

He was sexy, there was no doubt about it. I was no virgin but I certainly lacked experience in the field. Aside from two awkward bouts of drunken sex, Chris was my only attempt at experimentation, with generally unimpressive results. This made me rather shy around guys, particularly ones that looked like Evan. 

"Cool, you're mine in two hours," he said, grinning. My eyes widened a little, but he quickly turned to walk away. "You better hope those kids aren't afraid of water, because I'm tossing them in," he called out to me. 

I lingered for a moment, embarrassed and excited. I noticed the envelope in my sweaty grip and ran toward the boathouse. 

*** 

After I returned from my mission, I couldn't get my mind off my lakeside encounter. Sitting on the gym bleachers, I stared at the kids gracelessly performing popular dance routines. I may have looked like a concerned counselor but in reality, my mind was with Evan. I pictured him in his bunk, pulling off his swim trunks, exposing his big, delicious cock. The image of his wet shorts glued around it, carefully delineating the head from the shaft was burning in my mind. I felt my panties getting wet.  

"Dana! Did you see, I learned to do the twist!" screamed a little girl identified as Becky by her sticker. 

"You did so good! Are you ready for a swim in the lake?" 

"I can't swim!" cried Becky. 

"Oh, that's OK, you'll learn, I promise!" I assured her. 

*** 

I didn't talk to Evan much during the swim lesson. I had the option of joining the kids in the water but opted to sit out due to my own embarrassing inability to swim. 

Catching his eye a few times, I couldn't help but notice his muscular body splashing in the water. Positioning the kids in the lake and carefully arranging their flailing arms, he was simultaneously assertive and gentle in his movements. My thoughts would always drift back to those wet shorts and what was underneath them. 

After swim class ended and I walked over collect the kids, he spoke to me. 

"What happened, forgot your bathing suit?" he joked. 

"Well, no," I told him, thinking about the sexy red bikini I packed in my suitcase, "please don't laugh at me but, I can't swim." 

"You're kidding, right? Well, as the Camp Hiawatha official swim instructor, I find this unacceptable. You're going to learn. How's tonight?" 

"Tonight?" I squeaked, both intimidated and turned on by his advances. 

"Sure. Meet me by the boathouse at 10pm." 

WHAT? I was here to forget my recent boy troubles but this was happening so fast! 

"Are you sure we won't get in trouble?" I knew I wanted to join him but I couldn't help feeling somewhat anxious. After all, it was only my first day. 

"Don't worry. All the counselors sneak out and hang out in the Rec Center after hours. Gotta run, see you tonight!" 

I barely croaked out a goodbye before he was out of sight. He was so confident. It's as if turning down his nighttime swim lesson wasn't even an option. I joined Tabitha, who was chatting away with our Junior Counselor Todd, and we hustled the kids back toward the Rec Center. 

*** 

I was a jittery mass of anxious fibers for the entirety of the day. I had a nighttime date with a wildly attractive boy, my girlhood camp crush. It was unreal! I couldn't wait to tell Lauren, she would freak out. My excitement was matched only by my trepidation - he was probably going to try something sexual and he was so experienced and me... well, I realized I had little idea what I was doing in that department. 

"Dana! Dana!" yelled my little campers, surrounding me, "come help us with a jigsaw puzzle, it's a big, fuzzy bumble bee!" 

I was happy for the distraction. 

*** 

Only twenty minutes remained until my meeting with Evan. I took a shower to freshen up and slipped into my red bikini. I hid it with a white tank top and short denim cut-offs. 

I started to walk over to the dock, each of my senses heightened, thoroughly enjoying the comforting chorus of crickets. The air had cooled a bit and felt smooth against my skin. 

I heard his voice before I saw him. 

"Dana! You showed up," Evan laughed boyishly, jumping out of the shadows and scooping me up into a hug. My face briefly touched his chest, drawing attention to his height. 

"Oh hi. You scared me, I mean a little. Yes, I need to learn to swim, don't I?" I giggled, once again surprised by his assertive energy. 

"You do and you will. I have a 100% success rate," he said, eyes sparkling, "trust me, you're in good hands." 

I felt a tingle run through my groin. He seemed so in control of every situation. 

"Let's get this show on the road then," Evan proclaimed and in one speedy movement, pulled off his white shirt, exposing his muscular physique. I had to clench my teeth together to keep my jaw from falling. I was alone on a lake with this sexy man who I have lusted after since childhood. I felt electricity surging through my body. It was all so surreal, like a dream, or a hallucination. 

He was already in the water, beckoning for me to follow him. 

"First lesson: don't be afraid and never panic. You can always float or tread water. You won't drown. It may seem frightening at first, but you will relax and enjoy it, I promise," said Evan, his powerful chest shiny with droplets of water. 

I took a deep breath and walked over to where he stood, the water slowly splashing upward, cooling my overheating body. 

He took my hand, his lips curling into a warm smile. My insides were short-circuiting and I could hardly talk. Something splashed nearby, probably a fish, and I snapped out of my mental freeze. 

"OK Evan, work your magic," I said biting my lip and batting my eyelashes. I felt silly immediately after. Why was I trying to flirt all of a sudden? I was no good at it. 

"You have to learn to relax Dana. Let go of everything and let the water hold you up. Take a deep breath, place your face in the water, and relax, keeping your legs up. I'll help you." 

I took one long trembling breath and went under, a little too fast and very gracelessly. I awkwardly pushed my butt up, feeling like a stupid little kid. I felt his hand underneath me, supporting my belly and urging me upward. His other hand ran down the side of my hip, stopping directly underneath my legs. 

I heard Evan repeatedly telling me to relax. His voice was coming from another world and it was imperative I listen. And I did, letting go of everything inside me - all my insecurities, my fears, and even the pain from the recent break-up. I felt free, and for a moment, not a single thought entered my mind. Suddenly, I realized I was doing it! I was floating on the water, entirely weightless, the tiny waves eagerly lapping at my body. 

Snapping out of my underwater trance, my eyes popped open as wet hair slapped against my shoulders. 

He laughed. I must have looked like a crazy woman. I was invigorated by the experience. Technically, all I did was float - something I watched my kids do earlier. Still, it showed me that I could conquer the water. It was just the first step, but I was on my way. 

"Swimming isn't tough, you know? It's just using your body to survive. Your body can do amazing things, you know that, don't you?" he said, looking me up and down playfully. 

I looked at him intently, feeling like speech was unnecessary at the moment. He stared back, answering me with a similar silence. Surprising myself, I reached out and touched his hair, brushing my fingers slowly through the wet strands while my breathing climbed in intensity. 

Evan bit his lip, his eyes growing darker and darker. Neither of us spoke. 

Suddenly, he broke away and dove underwater, raining shimmering water droplets all over me. I yelped, shielding my face. Shit, why did I touch him like that - what if he wasn't interested in me after all? 

I heard him splash behind me but didn't turn around. I saw the moon calmly watching me, placating my fear. It was telling me to proceed without my usual restraint. I needed this moment. 

Advancing closer, Evan put his hands on my shoulders and slowly brushed them down my arms. My body sizzled at his touch and my lips parted involuntarily as I felt his tongue run gently over the back of my ear. 

As his hand roamed down and cupped my hip, I gasped slightly. 

"Is it alright to keep going? You can tell me to stop," he said, and somehow I knew he was wearing his signature smile. He knew I wouldn't deny him. 

"I want you to keep going," I whispered. I had made up my mind to let this night go wherever it pleased. 

His fingers continued to move to the front of my bathing suit bottoms. I held my breath and barely stifled a moan as he stroked me through the fabric. 

"Let's get you out of this water," Evan proposed, and without waiting for the answer, scooped me up and hoisted me onto the side of the dock. 

I met the wood with a soft thud, its texture slightly rough against my skin. 

I couldn't talk or think as a persistent heaviness established itself in my lower abdomen. I needed him to touch me again, in that spot. 

Evan was looking up at me from the water, his eyes burning. Before I knew it, his lips were trailing kisses along the inside of my thigh, getting closer and closer to where I wanted him most. 

I looked up and the moon seemed to shine so bright that I thought it would erupt in flames. 

Suddenly and swiftly, he pulled the red fabric of my bathing suit to the side, exposing my pussy, already soaked from anticipation. I felt the air wash over my wet lips and saw his eyes immediately light up with desire. I trembled and my hips shook forward slightly. 

"You have such a beautiful pussy," he said grinning mischievously and running one finger between my glistening pink lips. I felt lightheaded. Chris had NEVER talked that way! 

He grabbed the string on the side of my bikini and pulled it off, discarding it to the side. It was such a turn-on to have my legs open for him, my most private body part open and available to him. 

Not breaking eye contact, Evan leaned forward, bringing his mouth so close to me but not quite touching. He teased me with his hot breath, pausing momentarily to gauge my reaction and laugh. 

"You want my tongue, don't you baby?" 

Wow, he called me baby! It seemed so intimate and sweet. I bucked forward slightly, yearning to feel his tongue. My pussy felt like it was on fire and I needed his mouth to cool me down. 

"Yes, please, so bad," I croaked, my voice strained and weak. 

He slowly ran his tongue upward between my lips, stopping just short of my clit and giving me a fiery look. I must have looked so desperate, so urgent in my desire that he laughed. 

Evan finally decided to take pity on me, although I must admit I enjoyed all the teasing. He placed his warm, soft mouth over my clit and began to suck gently. I groaned - it felt unbelievable. I was slipping into another world, all the sights and sounds of the night falling away around me. 

He was moving his mouth in circular movements now, building intensity. I felt the pressure amplify in my groin area, as each brush of his tongue transported me to another level of ecstasy. I couldn't help myself as I grabbed his head, running my fingers forcefully through his thick hair. 

Evan stopped and looked up at me, lips shimmering with my pussy juice, the water a calm black sheet around him. 

"I want you to come in my mouth, baby," he said, trailing his tongue along the outside of his mouth. He ran his hand down my trembling pussy lips, and gently slapped them. It was such a rush - an explosion of sensation that shook my legs toward one another. His eyes sparkling, he spread them open again in one quick motion and gently eased a finger inside of me. 

I groaned as he manipulated first one finger, then two, inside of me. He returned his tongue to my clit, swirling and sucking, catapulting me into another universe. I dug my nails into the soft wood of the dock and felt myself rising upward, as everything around me descended - the lake, the trees, all disappeared into the darkness. 

The pressure was unbearable and my body began to shake. My hips surged forward and I threw my head back, opening my mouth. A tsunami of pleasure washed over me, starting at my clitoris but consuming my entire being. I cried out, not recognizing my own voice. I fell back on the dock, my legs spread open, my clit swollen and throbbing. Evan stood in the water with an accomplished grin on his face. 

I suddenly felt a little shy and as I started to close my legs, he threw his hand on my right leg pushing it back down. 

"I'm not done with you yet, Dana," he said solemnly but not without a playful glint in his eye. 

He pushed himself onto the dock, staring at me with a violent hunger in his eyes. I could see his erection through his green swim trunks. I wanted badly just to pull off his bathing suit and finally see what he was hiding from me all these years. Yet, I couldn't. I was firmly fastened to the wood underneath me. Why was I so intimidated by him? 

Evan paused for a second, looking at my pink pussy, completely parted and open, waiting for him to take it and make it his. I watched the moonlight illuminate his chiseled chest as he undid the drawstring on his swim trunks. He fumbled a little with the tightly tangled string. We locked eyes and simultaneously laughed. 

As he finally pulled the shorts down, my eyes traveled lower to his exposed cock. It was rock-hard and absolutely perfect. For a second, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle his size. I suddenly felt very dizzy. I felt myself dripping and was stunned by my own arousal. I have never been this wet before. 

He took himself in his hand and ran a slow stroke along his shaft. Next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine, as he kneeled over me, grabbing the back of my head. The feel of his lips on me and the close proximity of his cock made me shudder. I suddenly realized that this was our very first kiss. He kissed my pussy lips before he kissed my actual lips. I blushed at the thought. 

Evan eased two fingers inside me, swirling them around. "God, Dana you're so wet." 

I moaned, ready to beg him. I felt an ache down below and thrust my hips toward his cock, now only inches from my dripping pussy. 

He grabbed it again, giving it a quick stroke. "You want this, baby?" 

I nodded, spreading my legs even further and placing my hands on his chest. 

He leaned into me, kissing my cheek, my neck, my clavicle. I suddenly felt the head of his cock pushing into me, drawing little circles around the opening of my pussy. My body felt weak and I let my eyes wander toward our overhead audience of brightly lit stars. 

I moaned. The ache was growing more intense. "I want you so bad," I whispered, brushing a wet piece of hair from my face. 

It was obvious he could barely contain his need, same as me. Evan slapped his cock against my pussy playfully, sliding it downward until he finally plunged into me, slowly but forcefully. I arched my back, gently hitting the back of my head on the dock. He filled me, stretching me open, kissing me wildly. It didn't hurt like I anticipated. My arousal provided more than enough lubrication. 

I tried to be quiet but as he started to move faster, in and out, his glimmering wet cock sliding back and forth, I cried out his name. 

He grabbed my breasts as he pumped harder. He looked so hot in the light of the moon, wild and animalistic, his curly hair bouncing around his face. 




The Swim Lesson



"You have the most perfect pussy, baby, God, it feels incredible," Evan moaned, breathlessly. 

I felt the wave of bliss rising again. Seconds later, I exploded with pleasure around him, grabbing his back, my mouth open and eyes rolling back into my head. He pulled out of me right after and I saw the urgency in his face. He came into the lake, closing his eyes and using his hand to finish. 

I blushed. "You know, you could have, um, used maybe my stomach or my chest." I felt bad and wished I was more experienced. I wanted to make his orgasm better. 

He laughed. "I didn't want to assume it was OK, Dana but good to know, you know, for next time." 

I was definitely crimson now. He wants a next time! 

Evan leaned over, enveloping me in a warm hug and kissing my cheek. 

"This is only your first swim lesson after all, and you're going to need many more."



The Swim "Meat"



How did I get myself into this? The big swim meet against our cross-town rivals was tomorrow, and there I was, sneaking into our hosts' locker room to scribble disheartening graffiti on their shower with tube of lipslick. I could have said, "No," when the guys dared me, but as a freshman, I had to prove myself.

Rumour had it that our competition was predominately gay, so our guys suggested phrases on the order of, "You can't swim with a dick up your ass" and "Faggots drown", in addition to the usual "You suck," and the like.

While I was writing, a voice startled me, "I wonder how well you can swim with a dick up *your* ass."

I turned to see one of the guys from our competition. Being accustomed to guys in Speedos, it wasn't until I glanced down that I saw he was nude. Before I could make a break for it, my path was blocked by the rest of their team, all of them, like the first one naked. Just as with my own team, they were all in perfect shape, without an ounce of fat: and without a speck of hair anywhere below their noses. Typically, we swimmers shave ourselves - claiming it's to cut down on resistance in the water, but it's really because of how good we look and feel with all that sweet, smooth skin.

Two from the naked mob grabbed me by my upper arms and held me against the wall, while another one snatched the lipstick tube from my hand. "You know, dipshit, this isn't for writing," he told me and smeared it on my lips. Another guy ripped my shirt open, sending the buttons flying about, while still another lad yanked my trousers down to my ankles. They pulled my pants, shoes, and socks off before I really became aware of what was happening.

I started to scream, but one of them silenced my mouth with his. His kiss was brutal and aggressive. His arms reached around me and grabbed my ass, smashing my crotch into his. The blokes who had held my arms against the wall released them so they could pull my shirt off.

The kisser released me, but a bunch of the guys grabbed my wrists and tied them together with my shirt. Then they shoved me down to my hands and knees. One fellow knelt behind me and toyed with my nipples. Suddenly, he pinched and twisted them both. My chest swung back, with my ass curling up to my assailant. At the same time, he slammed his dick forward, impaling me with his large cock.

"Aaah!" I yelled as he viciously violated me. My shrieks of pain died down, but the realization of being raped brought tears to my eyes and started me crying. A second one knelt in front of me and used my hair to pull my mouth around his large, hairless shaft. His other hand reached forward and grabbed my balls.

"If you so much as think of biting me, I'll rip your fucking nuts off. Is that clear, bitch?" Sobbing, I nodded. My lips closed around his dick and I began sucking. Somehow, I found it comforting, and my tongue licked its way from the head to the root. Before long, I was swinging my hips back to slam against the balls of the guy who was fucking me. That seemed to put him over the edge and he blew his load. That, in turn, excited the one whose cock I was sucking to shoot streams of hot cum deep down my throat.

The fellow with his cock up my ass-pipe pulled out, but was instantly replaced with another. A similar shift change happened in my mouth. While I was sucking and being fucked, the first two came back and unloaded their bladders all over me. Their golden streams were concentrated on my ass and my face. The act was so vile, so wrong, so ... so right. My dick swelled as I hungrily sucked and fucked. I took them all on; each one used both my ass and mouth for their evil pleasure. Some of them even pissed directly into my mouth in between blow jobs and I drank down every drop of their delicious juice.

When they were done, they tossed my naked body, still covered in cum and piss, into the parking lot and threw my clothes several car lengths from me. I pulled my trousers over my dripping ass and hurried back to the dormitory.

I can't wait for the next swim meet!




The Swimmer



I was lying on the bed playing with the telephone. Somehow I figured that would make the time go faster. I heard a rumbling of some kind of car outside, but did not want to get my hopes up to high considering the last four times I had been stood up by him. But this time things were different.

As I was hanging up the phone, my bedroom door opened. It startled me. I leave the front door open for him so he can come directly to me.

"Matt," I exclaimed.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"Nothing," I answered back. "My pager went off and..."

My answer drifted off into nothingness as I stood up to greet my wonderful lover. He was wearing glasses which surprised me, and how he looked so incredible in them. But he would look incredible in anything wouldn't he?

On this night, I wore a simple outfit. Black bra and panties, and a long black see through gown that squeezed my wrists a little too tightly. But of course that mattered none considering whom I was wearing it for. It flowed a delicious contrast against my caramel colored skin.

As he walked toward me, his focus was immediate and deliberate. He instantly kissed me on my mouth. Sinking into me. He was like an animal deprived of food as he continually kissed me. Oh how sweet it felt to be in matt's arms once again. He looked down at my large, heaving breasts and felt them.

He said, "I should be over here every night. I stayed away from this?"

I was beaming with girl-like enchantment and womanly desire. I was completely taken once again by my lover. The one I had been obsessive over for the last four months. In one of our exchanges, I didn't think I would see him again. I figured I pushed him away. But alas, he called me on this eve to see me, his sweet wanton slut.

Our kisses became more and more furious. I led him to the edge of my king-sized canopy.

There we began our love dance. I couldn't get enough of him, or him of me. He showered me with the sweetest touches of his lips. All over my face, sucking my lips over and over. I took my hand and felt over his manhood. God was he huge. That big, sweet, white cock of his just throbbed underneath the pants, waiting to be released. My full pouty mouth was needy with anticipation.

I removed my gown, and he removed his shirt. I longed to see his slender torso, the middle section that I admired so much. He had been a swimmer for 16 years and had the longest, most beautiful body. He complained that he was no longer toned, but his tall, slender frame still left me in complete awe over him. I was in love with the swimmer even if he wasn't with me.

His kisses made their way down my neck and to my breasts. Gentle and persistent he was. Never seeming to want to stop. He sucked ever so sweetly on my nipples, sending surges of sweet lust throughout my body.

I had to feel him. 

I began to kiss him on his belly. He removed his pants, and that sweet, delicious member was revealed to me. So big and erect it was. Waiting to violate my greedy mouth. I asked him to move over a little just so I could get myself positioned between his slender thighs. I was so ready to engulf him.

Once situated, I gently began to suck deeply on his sweet, white cock. He immediately began to moan as he felt my tongue and mouth work over his beautiful dick. I pulled up so I could put my big fat brown breasts over his penis and he would get two sensations. Oh how he marveled in the feeling as he pulled desperately on my breasts and let out load moans. He was in pure ecstasy. He began to fuck between my breasts and held on to my nipples as I carefully sucked and kneaded his cock with my mouth and breasts. He looked like a divine prince as he peeked to watch his little whore work over his member. His eyes rolled in the back of his head several times as he relished in the sensation.

I pulled up and lay next to him. We kissed and lusted over one another more. He made a suggestion wasn't sure I could handle. He wanted to feel his big brown doll on top of him. Although nervous, I somehow felt it would be ok. So I obeyed my command.

I slid on top of matt's huge cock and at first I rubbed it slightly with my sweet pussy. I was so incredibly wet, and feeling his fleshy cock on my clit gave me shivers. I then took my hand and placed it inside my hot, juicy twat. We both moaned with pure pleasure as I began to ride him. I was so scared that I would smother him, but he pulled me toward him. As I got my balance, I began to fuck him! Yes I was fucking my sweet matt. He delighted in my riding him.

He said, "I could do this every day." I grinned with sweet pleasure. He grabbed my ass and began to fuck me so hard back. I was writing all over his magnificent body. We fit together so well. It was incredible. I pulled off of him not wanting him to come so fast.

We lie next to one another for a few brief moments, but that soon ended.

My lover needed to be inside of me again. He proceeded to mount me from behind. I pulled to get on my knees, and he, in all his masculine glory, was behind me, ready to impale my cunt.

And so he did.

I let out a scream of joy as he inserted his big white cock deep inside the caverns of my cunt. Over and over he pounded me. He grabbed my breasts and moved my hair so that he could kiss me. Oh how sweet he was with my body. Never had someone brought so much sexual beauty to me. Intense and sweet it was.

He grabbed my hips and had to slow his pace because he was going to explode deep inside of me if he hadn't stopped. He loved fucking his sweet black whore. He couldn't get enough of me, nor I him.

We flipped around so that I was on my back.

He immediately stuck his cock back inside of me and began kissing me deep in my mouth once again. I was so enthralled. He pounded me without abandon, and held me so tightly. It was pure and rich. He rocked me so hard and so sweetly that I thought I was going to cry. 

Then suddenly he quickened his pace, he made a wonderful grunting sound, and suddenly he emptied his sweet ball sack deep inside of me. I was dripping with his matt's sweet juice. He called me his bad girl, and I was.



The Swimmer



It had been eight months since her divorce was final and Jessica felt like she was coming out of a long, labored fever dream. She had caught him the year before, red-handed, cheating on her with a colleague. She had forgiven him, gone to marriage counseling, and then it happened again. She followed him to the hotel and watched the two of them disappear for a couple of hours and then reappear, his hands all over her. She was appalled, yet somehow relieved. It was over now. This was the kick in the ass she needed. She was rid of him.

They had no children, thank God for that. After the divorce, they sold the house and split the proceeds. Jessica moved into a quiet apartment complex, got a two-bedroom in the back, and started to work out obsessively. She was relatively young, 25, and still had her looks. She had modeled as a teenager but gave it up once she took her job at the magazine after college. She was an assistant editor when she met Frank, the publisher, and two years later they were married. She knew his reputation as a player but had thought marriage would tame him. Big mistake.

After the breakup, she had tried to date a couple of guys, setups by friends, but her heart wasn't in it. Too torn up. Too emotionally unavailable. Instead, she spent her Friday and Saturday nights eating take-out in her apartment watching movies. Mainstream Hollywood, independents, foreign -- you name it, she watched it. She joked that it was her "vicarious love life." Actually, she had always been a movie buff and they filled a void in her life at a time she really needed it. If that seemed pathetic, who cares? In her new life "after Frank" she was taking care of her own needs for a change.

It was during those late nights watching movies that she started to get into masturbation. Foreign movies especially -- French, Italian, Spanish. She'd lie in bed, watching the beautiful actors in their intricate dance of sex, and touch herself. It had been so long since she'd been with a man, and there was something about the lush photography, the music, not to mention the explicit sex scenes, that just did it for her. It was so easy and well...uncomplicated. 

She'd rent a bunch of films and then find the one where she related to the heroine, or where the hero got her hot, and then she'd lie in bed dressed in her lacy bra and panties, or a sheer teddy, or sometimes nothing at all. As the heroine was being seduced, and kissed, and touched, she'd lightly touch her own lips and skin. She'd play with her nipples until they were hard and then glide her fingers over her tummy to her inner thighs. She liked it when he went down on her so she could finger herself to the sounds of her moans. And when he pushed himself inside her, and the actress gasped, she would start to rub her clit and start to moan as well. And when he thrust himself into her, over and over, and she cried out she would work her pussy with two hands until she too would come. 

As the weeks went on, things began to escalate. She went online and bought some toys to heighten the erotic pleasure of her movie nights. Depending on the movie, and the sex scene, she would use a different toy. For scenes of cunnilingus, she would use her jackrabbit vibe, thinking of his tongue on her, flicking her clit and bringing her to glorious orgasm. For scenes of straight ahead fucking, she liked to use a dildo, a big one, to fill her and stretch her the way her husband never did. 

She went on like this for well over six weeks. And it might have gone on for six more. But something happened. He happened. 

Jessica's apartment was at the back of the complex, on the second floor. She had a view of the pool area from her balcony and from the bedroom window. Since most of the residents were either busy professionals or retired, hardly anyone actually use the pool. That's why she was mildly surprised when she heard the splash one evening as she was getting home from work.

She glanced out the window and that's when she saw him the first time. Tall, long-armed, muscular—gliding through the pool with smooth, strong strokes. He was young and well built. Dark curly hair. Maybe 20, 22 tops. She watched him intently through the bedroom window, obscuring herself behind the curtain. As he boosted himself out the pool, she couldn't believe his physique. Not an ounce of fat, a tiny speedo covering a perfect butt. As he raised his arms to towel his head, she felt a flutter deep inside her and she gulped. And then, just like that, he was gone. 

In the days that followed she looked for him by the pool. It seemed he had a routine. Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays he swam in the evenings. On the weekend, he swam in the morning, either Saturday or Sunday. She found herself thinking about him at work. Who was he? Was he single? What was his voice like? What would it be like to have him inside her...

She made a plan to leave early and get in position to watch him. She raced home and ran up the stairs to her apartment. She hurried to the window and saw the pool empty. He hadn't yet arrived for his workout. Or maybe he's not swimming today at all? She nervously readied herself. She slipped out off her outfit and threw it on the bed. She stood at the curtain in her bra and panties and watched for him. 

She heard the door to the pool area slam and her heart leapt. It was him. Sure enough, his tall frame sauntered out from below her. His thick curly hair looked so beautiful; he was like one of the Italian or Spanish actors in one of her movies. "Hello, darling" she whispered.

He began to stretch. Her eyes devoured his every move. He swung his arms in a windmill fashion. He used one arm to stretch the other across his broad chest. As he bent over to stretch his hamstrings, she felt a tingling sensation between her legs. 

Watching him move on the pool deck was hypnotizing. She didn't even notice that her hand found its way to her breast, massaging the nipple, imagining it was him who was touching her. She imagined his big hands on her, his strong arms enveloping her, his muscled body on top of her. As he slipped into the pool, her hand slipped into her panties. 

His slow, languorous strokes mirrored her own. It was like a dream. She lost track of time, watching his repetitive motions, stroking, moving as if in slow motion. She fingered herself imagining him touching her, licking her, fucking her. She slid two fingers inside her, then three, then four. The cascades of pleasure grew steadily until he pulled himself out of the pool. Standing there, glistening in the afternoon light, the water streaming down his hard body, she could stand it no more. She came, completely and totally, her body shaking violently, convulsing with pleasure. 

The next day, she found herself obsessing about him at work. Her secret lover. So secret, she didn't even know his name. Can this be happening? All she could think about was the next time she'd see him. She had it all planned. 

Sure enough, two days later she hurried home to get ready. She had actually bought an outfit for their "date." It was a super sexy bustier, with garters and stockings. It pushed up her breasts, showing the creamy white skin and just covering her nipples. The thong underwear showed off her lovely ass. Her stiletto heels made her ass stand up and out. She felt so hot in it, it made her heart pound. I look really sexy, she thought. For him. Only for him. 

Next, she pulled the marble-top side table to just beneath the bedroom window. She looked out the window and positioned it just so. Then she went to the closet and, from the top shelf, pulled down a cardboard box and placed it on the bed. From it, she pulled out a object wrapped in plastic. She unwrapped it and in her hands she was holding a large, life-like dildo. This, too, was only for him.

She had seen this particular toy on a late night cable TV show. The kind where female hosts officiously sell vibrators and suction machines and other paraphernalia via an 800 number. It was bigger than her normal dildo, about eight inches, and thick, and had a suction base. She laid it on the marble top table.

Now she was ready. She was as nervous as a teenager waiting for her date. What if he didn't show? After all this? She poured herself a glass of wine to settle her nerves. She put on some sexy French music on stereo. Just waiting for him, the anticipation of it all, was a turn on. She looked at herself in the mirror and practiced a slutty, come hither pose. "You want a work out. I'll give you a work out" she purred. 

Suddenly, she heard the familiar slam of the pool area door. She darted to the window and watched intently. Sure enough, there he was. He looked even more gorgeous than before. Her hand immediately went between her legs. She was already wet, in anticipation. As he warmed up, she fingered herself hungrily. She was already incredibly turned on. Her breathing was audible and she started to talk to him in a husky, lustful voice. "Come on, baby. Show me that body. That's it. Stretch for me. Yeah, baby. Now bend over and show me that ass of your. Oh, yeah, baby." She was already close to her first orgasm by the time he finished stretching! As he slowly slipped into the pool and started his languid swimming, she climaxed and let out an animalistic moan. 

A frenzy took over her. She went to the bed and grabbed the dildo. She needed it NOW. She licked the base and placed it on the edge of the end table. Her legs were shaking. She was still incredibly aroused. She turned to the window with a wild look in her eye. She stood leaning on the sill, her legs spread, and reached back to position the phallus.

He was doing the backstroke now. His long arms windmilling, one after the other, his head tilted towards her, his chest and stomach and crotch rocking back and forth. She guided the tip of the dildo to her now dripping wet pussy. She watched him rocking back and forth and slowly, very slowly, lowered herself on the tip. It was big, bigger than she'd had before, and it spread her pussy so beautifully. She was glad she had already come once because she was very wet and could handle the size. She let it push into her, centimeter by centimeter, lowering herself onto the shaft. Her hands were spread out, holding onto the sill, her legs spread wide. She imagined him entering her from behind, her breathing quickening, and she started to moan involuntarily. "Fuck me from behind, baby, fuck me from behind" she growled. Watching him rock back and forth, she started to ride the cock, rhythmically, to the tempo of his strokes. With each stroke she took it deeper, and with each inch the moans got louder. She closed her eyes and took the dildo deeply and suddenly she was coming, her mouth agape, and she let out an anguished cry. Her body bucked and shook and trembled as the waves of pleasure broke over her. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever had pleasing herself.

As her body went limp, she slowly opened her eyes. What she saw terrified her. He had stopped swimming and was standing at the end of the pool closest to her. He was facing her window and seemed to be looking at her. She immediately ducked behind the curtain. In her passion, she had completely forgotten to hide herself. What an idiot! Did I think I was watching one of my movies? After what seemed like an eternity, she slowly peaked around the curtain. He was getting out the pool and starting to dry off. Thank God. Maybe he hadn't seen me after all.

He stood in the afternoon sunlight rubbing the towel on his body. This time, though, he was standing right beneath her window, closer than he normally did. And, boy, he never looked so good. He seemed to take his time, raising his arms to dry his hair and face, and turning to reveal his rippled back and shoulders. He ran the towel down his strong arms, over his chest, and along his abs. Such gorgeous abs. He slowly dried the other side, taking his time. She was relaxing now and getting into it again. He was moving so sexily, she was starting to tingle between her legs again. 

He turned and toweled his legs, his ass right in her view. She had never seen him so close before. She imagined grabbing his ass, squeezing it, biting it. He had his back to her and was stretching, flexing. She was losing it again and her hand was back in its familiar spot between her legs. He started rocking back and forth, as if swaying to a far-off rhythmic beat in his head. His left hand reached back and pulled down his Speedo while his right hand toweled the white butt cheeks beneath. She caught her breath.

He turned toward her and his eyes were closed. He seemed to have a half smile on his face as if in a dream. He was rocking, from leg to leg, slowly rubbing his body with the towel. Then she noticed it. His bulge. It was huge.

She had closely examined his "package" before of course. In great detail. She knew every curve, the gentle outline of his circumcised cock. She fantasized about what he might look like in the flesh. But now, with him standing so close, he looked...big. Really big. 

Her eyes widened as she stood transfixed. The outline of his cock was pressing against the tight Speedo, as if it could hardly be contained. Was he always this large and I just couldn't see it from a distance? Maybe the cold water from the pool shrunk him and now he was warming up. Her mind raced. It was so beautiful. So big and beautiful. She could see the outline of the shaft, the curve of his balls, even the ridges of the tip. Her fingers were rubbing her clitoris again. 

With his eyes closed, he toweled from his stomach to his upper thighs, rubbing slowly up and down. He reached with one hand and pulled down the front of his suit, wiping the towel over the black tuft of hair beneath. She could swear she glimpsed the thick base of his penis. 

Just then, he opened his eyes and smiled. Right at her. Oh my God. He had been playing her. Putting on a show. Performing for her. She felt a rush of blood to her face. She didn't know what to do. It was too late to hide. He'd seen her. So she just smiled back. A slightly frightened, embarrassed smile. And then he walked out of her view and was gone.

She stood, frozen, unsure what to do. He had caught her watching him and that was beyond embarrassing, but he had smiled at her and that wasn't. She didn't quite know what to think. He somehow made her shame disappear.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Her heart leapt. Could it be? She went to the front door of her apartment and peered through the peep hole. There he was. She didn't know what to do so she simply opened the door.

"Hi" he said with a deep, soft voice. His eyes seemed to consume her, running over her face and body. She felt naked, and she almost was. He gave her a disarming smile. "Can I come in?"

She couldn't find the words, or the voice, to respond. "Ssssure" she stuttered. He slowly brushed past her. She couldn't believe what was happening. It was like the most surreal dream.

He entered her living room, and looked around. He was taller than she'd realized, and bigger. His face was gentler, though, with sensitive, intelligent eyes. The towel was wrapped around his waist. His chest was pumped from his workout and he looked amazing. She stood watching him. Finally, he turned to her. 

"You've been watching me. While I swim. Haven't you." It wasn't a question really. More of an observation. Without judgment. 

"Yes." She answered.

"I saw you at the window. In fact, I've seen at the window a few times."

She felt her face flush with embarrassment. 

"It's OK" he replied, sensing her discomfort. "In fact, I liked it." 

She swallowed and didn't reply.

"Actually, it turned me on." He touched a porcelain angel on the mantle. "Did it turn you on?"

"Yes" she whispered.

"I thought so" he replied with a mischievous smile. 

"Would you like to see more?"

She looked up at him. He raised his eyebrows, inquisitively. "Would you?". 

She looked at her feet again. "Uh-huh."

He stepped to the middle of the room, reached his hand to the knot in his towel, and slowly unraveled it. He let the towel slowly slip from his fingers. There he was, all six foot whatever, of him -- standing in her living room in his Speedo. His cock pressed against the suit. My God, he's getting hard, she thought.

His fingers slowly glided to the edges of his suit. His eyes were trained on hers. Her eyes were staring at his body, his chest, and his bulge. He started to move slightly, to the music coming from the bedroom. He playfully pulled down one side of his suit then the other, like a stripper. He turned around slowly and she could see his ass, so perfect, so tight. His other hand slowly pulled down the other side of this suit revealing both butt cheeks. Her heart pounded.

He turned back to face her. His butt was exposed but his suit still covered his cock. Barely. He leaned back slightly, his hips thrust towards her, and slowly pulled the front of his suit down. She could see the base of his cock. It was wide, wider than she'd imagined, and presaged good things to come. He slowly lowered the nylon fabric, inch by inch. It kept coming and coming, longer and longer, she couldn't believe it. She had stopped breathing and her eyes were transfixed by the unveiling of his glorious cock. Finally, he got to the tip and it sprang outward, semi-hard and thick, pointing straight at her. She gasped.

Jessica didn't have a lot of experience with well-hung men. Her husband was not well-endowed but she was attracted to him for other reasons. He was handsome and he could provide for her. She had had a boyfriend in high school, a football player, who was quite large and she often thought of him. Often, she would fantasize about him when she made love to her husband. Now, she found herself staring at a cock the likes of which she had not seen.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked with a low, sexy voice. 

"Oh, yes" she answered breathily.

"You know, when I saw you watching me, it made me hard." Then, he laughed. "I thought I was going to rip a hole in my suit."

The joke relaxed her and she looked into his eyes. 

"Sounds uncomfortable," she said wryly. 

"It was" he smiled. "It feels better now."

He cocked his head and looked at her. 

"Tell me something. When you were watching me...

from the window...were by any chance you getting yourself off?"

She glanced down for a moment and then looked him in the face, smiling.

"Guilty as charged."

He smiled again. 

"Show me?"

"What?"

"I figure you had a chance to watch me, I should have a chance to watch you."

She paused for a moment and then thought what the hell. 

"Give me one sec" she said and then made a beeline into the bedroom. On the side table, the dildo still stood at attention. She grabbed it, it detached from the table with a pop, and threw it in her closet. She took a quick glance around and then went to the doorway.

She gave him the same come hither look she had practiced before.

He joined her in bedroom looked, glancing out the window at the pool. "So this is the scene of the crime, eh?"

He jumped onto the bed with an athletic spring. His cock flapped against his stomach. 

"My turn to watch." She moved to the end of the bed facing him. 

The thought of performing for a man was exciting to her. She had often been turned on while modeling. She liked to display herself to the photographer in the privacy of a studio, responding to his instructions, letting herself go. She got started at sixteen when a photographer approached her in the mall and told her she had what it took to be a model. She ended up going to his studio for a series of sessions without her parents' knowledge. He told her she had the perfect body for modeling--full, round breasts, long legs, and narrow hips. Fashion shots led to swimsuit shots which led to lingerie shots. After building up trust, and giving her some wine to relax, she ended up posing nude for him. She liked how he made her feel beautiful, sexy, desirable. When the shoot was over, they ended up making love in the studio. The affair was shortlived, but ever since the thought of performing for a man, and arousing him just through her appearance alone, was a real turn on for her. 




The Swimmer



She stood at the food of his bed and started to dance to the music. She swayed her hips back and forth in time to the sensuous music. She slipped her brastrap off one shoulder and then the other, and unfastened the back, holding the cups against her full breasts. She rubbed them in circles, knowing they would stimulate her nipples. She wanted them to stand up for him. When she was turned on, her nipples became extended and quite sensitive. She released the bra and held her breasts in her hands and rolled her upturned nipples between her fingers. When she released her breasts, they were like two ripe melons with big juicy grapes attached. He stared at her perfect breasts. She could see his cock stiffen.

She turned and arched her back, glancing over her shoulder, showing her thong-covered ass to him. He was staring at her crotch so she reached back and slid her finger over her wet panties. She brought her finger to her lips and sucked it. Next, she placed one stiletto heel on the bed and started to unfasten the gartered nylons. She slowly slipped them down her long, luscious legs. He watched her with fixed eyes.

After the stockings, it was time for the panties. She played with him, pulling them this way and that until finally she pulled them down her legs and over her stiletto heels. She threw them in his face and he let out a laugh. Naked now, she started to touch her body, her breasts, her nipples, her face, her hair, her sides, her ass, and finally her pussy. As her hands reached her pussy, his hands reached his own cock. She was so sexy, she couldn't help stroking himself. She loved that!

She got on the foot of the bed, on her knees with legs spread, and leaned back. Her fingers were sliding into her dripping wet pussy. She was staring at his cock as he as stroking faster now. She couldn't believe how big he was becoming. This guy was a monster. 

She walked on her knees to be next to him. He continued to stroke. She brought her face next to his cock and he raised it so it stood straight up. It seemed to be a foot long. And so thick. With a head that was big and swollen. A baby's arm holding an apple, as they say. She licked her lips and brought her mouth next to the tip while her fingers where rubbing her clit. She couldn't wait to get him inside her.

Keeping her eyes fixed on his, she moved her mouth so it was hovering just above the tip of his cock. She opened her full lips and let her tongue slide out and ever so gently lick the underside of his cock. His body let out a shiver. She loved seeing him react like that. It made her want him more. To please him more. She opened her mouth and licked him again, this time letting her tongue slide over the tip and around the rim. He let out an audible groan. She then slid her face along his shaft, lightly brushing her lips against the veined skin. Over and over she teased him until he was moaning loudly. Finally, she opened her full, red lips and slowly slid them over the tip of his penis. She was amazed how widely she had to open her mouth just for his tip! My God, how this guy will feel when he's pushing inside me, she thought. She tried hard to relax her throat so he could take her deeply, letting his huge member slide down her throat. It was challenging but she managed to take him nearly 2/3 down, sliding him down and then all the way up so she could lick the tender underside of his tip. He was thrashing in pleasure and on the verge of coming. He lifted her head to stop, which she appreciated because her began to ache from his size and she had to stop.

She straddled his thighs and shimmied up so that her full breasts could envelop his massive dick. She pressed them together so that they created a velvety slit for his cock to fuck. She loved the feeling of his hardness against her soft breasts, squeezing it, feeling it pulsate, and watching it slide up and down, so thick and so long. Finally, he pulled her face to his and they kissed deeply. He whispered he wanted her on top of him and she was happy to oblige.

He guided the tip of his cock to her swollen, wet pussy and started to rub it against the labia. She loved the feel of his big tool against the outside of her pussy and clit. It helped her relax and she was glad he took his time. When he started to actually enter her, she couldn't believe the size of the tip and how her pussy spread to receive him. It made her dildo seem small. When the head popped into her she thought she would faint. He was so gentle, so slow, so considerate, that she felt safe. Slowly he pushed himself into her. Her mouth was open as if to scream, but she didn't. He watched her face and pulled out. "No, I want you in me" she moaned. So he slid in again and again her mouth fell open as if to cry out. Again, he pulled out and rubbed the tip over her clitoris. He was lulling her. Letting her relax. Allowing her body to adjust to his. Finally, he slid it into her and she could take him. She looked in his eyes as if to say "now" and he pressed his huge cock into her and she came immediately. Her body shook involuntarily, her pussy contracted and she totally lost control. He just watched her enjoying her orgasm, smiling. When she'd done, he started to move. Slowly, sensually, rotating his hips, pressing into her, circling so that he rubbed against her clitoris. It was beyond anything she had ever felt. 

He kept moving, going deep and then pulling out so the tip was spreading her again. Oh, that tip, it was wonderful the way it spread her. He let her ride him, guiding the motion, setting the pace. When she came close to coming again, he switched to short, quick thrusts, a kind of vibration, and it pushed her over the edge a second time. And still he didn't come. 

She collapsed on his chest. Her hands felt the contours of his muscles, the way she ached to for so long. Then, he wrapped his strong arms around her and rolled her over. Effortlessly. So he was on top of her. She felt his hard body against hers. Her nipples against his chest. Their pelvis locked together. She looked up at him. She wanted so much to kiss him. 

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her mouth open, ready. He looked at her a moment and then bent in to kiss her. First on her neck and temple. Then her collar bones and shoulders. Then her cheeks and finally her lips. She let his tongue enter her and then she met it eagerly with hers. Their tongues danced together and she bit his lower lip gently, sucking it. I can't get enough of this, she seemed to be saying.

"I want to please you" she whispered. "I want to give you the best orgasm of your life. Like you've given me." 

"There's time" he answered and pressed himself into her. Her eyes widened and she gasped as she felt him fill her once again. He arched and pressed, arched and pressed and she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Not again. It's too good. Too much. He started a figure eight motion with his hips and she wrapped her legs around him and held on tight. His strong arm lifted her off the bed and pressed her against his writhing body so they were moving as one. She was moaning loudly now. He reached down to pull one of her legs up to his shoulder. She look frightened at first, as if he might go too deep, but he knew just how to pump her to reach her G spot. "You're going to split me in half" she moaned. He pumped her, faster and faster, until she came a third time.

When she revived, she took his head in her hands. "What do want? I want to give it to you. Tell me." The were laying side by side, their faces an inch apart. "Baby, it pleases me to please you." He smiled and looked in her eyes. 

"You want to know what I want. What will make me so hot I come like I never came before?" 

"Oh, yes, baby. Tell me."

"First, I want to suck your nipples. Like a baby. Suck them till their big and hard and filling my mouth." 

"Oh yeah baby. I like that" she said breathily.

She did like that too. Her nipples were so sensitive she could sometimes come just from stimulating them. "Tell me what else."

"Then I want you to rub your hard nipples on my cock and make me hard as a rock."

"Oh yes, baby. And then?"

"I want you to put on your heels. And I want you to stand at the window like you were when you were watching me. I want you to touch yourself. I want you to talk dirty to me. And then I want to fuck you from behind."

It all sounded so good to her. She couldn't wait to get started. She wanted to give him exactly what he wanted. The way he wanted. 

She pulled herself up on the pillows and pulled his head to her. "Come here, baby. Come to Mama." He smiled and nuzzled his had against her full, rounded breast. "I want you to suckle me little baby. See this nipple? See how big and full of milk it is? I want you to take it in your mouth." She pulled his head so her big, hard nipple was right next to her lips. "Open your mouth, baby. Take the nipple."

He brushed his lips against the nipple but didn't take it. 

"Open your mouth, baby boy. Here, take out your tongue. That's it. Now lick the nipple. That's right. Again. Keep licking it. Up and down. All around. Can you taste the milk, baby boy? I want you to take it in your mouth. That's right. See how big and full of milk it is? Now suck it. Ahhhhh, that feels good. Doesn't that feel good? Oh, yes, that really feels good."

He was sucking her nipple vigorously now and it was sending electricity straight threw her body. She tilted her head back and heaved, which just pushed her breast more into his face. He buried his face into her bosom and sucked and tongued and bit her gently. She let out a gasp. 

"Don't forget the other one" she pleaded. "The other one will get jealous if you don't show it the same attention." He switched to the other equally full bosom and sucked the nipple into his hungry mouth. She held his head, pressing it closer to her breast. "Now touch the other one with your hand, baby. That's it. Roll the nipple in your fingers. Now suck that one again." She was getting so excited, her words were coming out in a hoarse whisper. 

"Oh baby. I want you to suck both once." He looked at her quizzically. "Like this." She pushed her breasts together so the nipples were adjacent. "Suck them both baby." He smiled and buried his face between her two melon breasts and sucked her now enormous nipples alternately until she felt as if she might pass out from the pleasure. She looked down and his cock was bigger than she had ever seen it. 

"What next? Oh yes. Lie down" she ordered. "Lie on your back." He did as he was told and you could see her mind was racing. His cock was huge now, laying atop his abs, pointing straight towards his head. She could see it rise and fall with every throb. 

She reached down and lifted his cock so it stood straight up to the ceiling. "Stand it up for me, baby" she cooed. He did as told and for a brief moment she marveled at the sight. Then, with him holding his now towering cock straight up, she got on her knees. It rose to her breast level. Slowly, she moved her breasts so they brushed against the soft skin of his penis. She rotated her hips so that the nipples brushed against the head, and the sensitive area beneath the ridge and behind the tip. She took his cock in her hand, looked him in the eyes, and then slowly rubbed the tip against the nipple. It was still moist from his sucking and feeling was amazing. He led out a grunt of pleasure. She filled her mouth with saliva and then bent down and took the head of his cock into her mouth, and then rubbed it against her nipples again. She could feel the surge in his penis, the veins were popping now. He was loving this.

"I love feeling your big cock on my nipples. You know that? I like the hard against the soft. I like the cream against the cream. It makes me so fucking hot." He was breathing heavy now. She was alternating the sucking and the wet nipples and the dirty talk to a point where he was losing it. He was thrashing now. It was too much. 

"You know what I want" she whispered. "I want you to take this big, beautiful cock and I want you to fuck me with it. That's right. Like this." She stood up and put on her stiletto heels. She leaned against the window with her arms and legs spread, just as she had before. "I want you to sink that big guy right in here" and she reached under to spread her pussy with two fingers. "I want you to push your big gorgeous cock inside my wet pussy and fuck me. Right now! Do it!!!"

He jumped out of the bed. His cock standing straight up. 

She voice was hoarse now. "Take me from behind. I need it. Fuck me baby."

He moved in quickly. He took her hips in his hands, positioned himself, and with one thrust sank his tool into her dripping wet pussy. She let out an ecstatic scream. Instead of stopping, he sped up. Pumping her. Spearing her with his cock. Her head swam, her eyes rolled back in her head. Still she urged him on. 

"Yes! Like that. I want you to fuck me like that! Fuck me like an animal!"

He was fucking her wildly now. Thrusting into her, his body jerking spasmodically. It was like an animal, a beast that had caught its prey.

He called out to her. "Tell me to come. Tell me to come."

She could hardly control herself now. Her knees had gone weak and she felt she'd collapse were she not impaled on his throbbing spear. She tried to find her voice.

"Come in me, baby" she whispered. "Fill me with your cum. Shoot it in me, baby." 

That was all the encouragement he needed and his hands grabbed both her breasts. With a lightning jerk he plunged his cock deep into her cunt, his pelvis pressed against her butt cheeks. He was buried to the hilt inside her. She felt him push against her cervix and she screamed out "Yes!" like she'd never done before. He thrust again and felt an electric charge through all his limbs and a tidal wave of cum explode from his loins. He felt it spray inside her, filling her. A moment later, another. And then another. With each explosion, he impaled her little body from behind. "Yes", she cried again, only softer now. She finally collapsed in his arms and he laid her and himself on the bed. 

He had fucked her the way he wanted, the way she had wanted all those days watching him by the pool. And he had given her the greatest orgasm of her life. She was back. 

Oh yeah, she was back.



The Swimmers



He was 25 years old and gorgeous. Tall, slender, blue-eyed, wide shoulders, trim hips and waist, with the build of an athlete. He looked very good and very sexy in a business suit. I knew that he was a swimmer because I had seen the photographs on his desk that showed him receiving various medals in college.

I was also considered tall and not bad looking. At 40 I still managed to maintain my girlish figure by a strict regimen of diet and exercises which included swimming. 5 ft. 7 in., 140 pounds, 36 C, and generally well proportioned everywhere else. Because my legs were very nice I usually wore mini skirts to the office. I noticed that he noticed.

We often talked about his swimming career and how devastated he was when he had not been chosen by his coach at the University of Florida to represent them on the Olympics team tryouts. One Friday in the coffee room at the office he complained that the pool at his apartment had developed a leak and was going to be closed for quite some time.

This was the opening I had been looking for. I mentioned that since tomorrow was Saturday he could drop by my apartment and have a swim in our pool. He quickly accepted and I must say I was excited about the prospect and looked forward to tomorrow.

The next morning I awoke early, straightened up the apartment a bit, and after a quick breakfast of coffee and cereal, had a shower. It was almost 10 o'clock and I had just put on a bathing suit and robe and was drying my hair when the doorbell rang. After a quick dash of perfume I went to answer the door.

If I thought he looked good in the office he was even more handsome framed in my doorway. The cutoff jeans and polo shirt only went to accentuate the narrowness of his hips and the width of his shoulders. Flip-flop thongs and a pair of sunglasses on a string around his neck completed the picture of Joe college. He was carrying an athletic type bag which I assumed contained his bathing suit and other essentials.

I invited him in, but he declined coffee. He appeared slightly ill at ease and asked where he could change. I'm sure my face flushed and I know my heart began to race when he came out of the bathroom clad only bikini type bathing suit with the sunglasses still around his neck and a towel under his arm. I was surprised by how sleek his skin was and how little hair he had on his body.

My apartment was known as a building of late bloomers, so there was no one at the pool yet. I selected a chaise lounge in the sun, and bent over to spread my towel. When I turned around I could see that he had been watching me. I couldn't help but notice the large lump that had developed in his bathing suit. Looking self conscious he turned and dove into the pool and began to swim vigorously. After 10 or 15 laps he got out and picked up his towel. I noticed as he walked toward me drying his hair that the lump had disappeared.

Since I was laying face down on the chaise lounge in the sun, I asked him to apply some suntan oil to my back. He began to work, very cautiously at first and then with a little more vigor and I purred like a kitten under his hands. When he completed by upper body I told him that the back of my legs needed some too. He was a perfect gentleman never allowing his fingers to stray outside the accepted boundaries of propriety. That certainly didn't keep my mind from wandering well beyond those bounds. When I turned around to thank him, I could see that his mind must have been wandering too because the lump had reappeared only larger than before. His face was flushed as he stood up holding the towel in front of him. He turned and dove into the pool taking the towel with him.

After another 10 or 15 Hard laps he got out. The lump had diminished somewhat but was still there. I took my towel and began to dry him off. Within seconds I was able to bring the lump back to its maximum size. He eagerly accepted when I suggested that we go to my apartment and have some lunch.

I went into the kitchen and began to prepare a couple of salads for lunch while he went to change out of his suit. I would much rather that he kept the suit on but I didn't think it was my place to say so at this time. He came back into the kitchen and I knew he was looking over my shoulder. I could feel his breath on my neck.

I quickly turned around and although he looked startled he didn't resist when I kissed him. I offered him my tongue and he took it, slowly, gently, and then gave me his. The same lump that had been so vivid in the bathing suit had now manifested itself in his cutoff jeans and was pressing against my stomach. When he undid the top of my bathing suit I let him remove it. His hands felt like velvet as he caressed my breasts. It was a delirious feeling when he bent down and took the left nipple in his mouth. My entire body was shaking when he went to his knees in front of me. When he pulled my bathing suit bottom down I stepped out of it. He kissed my stomach and I pulled his head as hard as I could into me. I could feel the wet track of his lips and tongue as he kissed all over my tummy. His hands were exploring, running up and down my legs, feeling my bottom and exciting me beyond description.

I pulled his polo shirt off over his head and my hands began their own exploration of his well muscled, tanned and hairless torso. His hands, his mouth, and now his tongue was exploring the inter most secrets of my body. I pulled him up off the floor and kissed him. I could taste the wetness that came from between my legs on his lips.

I took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom there I repeated on him what he had done to my bathing suit. When his cutoffs came down I was surprised that he wasn't wearing any under clothes and was taken aback by the monstrous thing that jumped out at me. It was very much like the rest of him, long and slender with almost no hair at the base. I didn't let it overwhelm me. As he had done to me, I did to him, fondling, exploring, kissing and tasting.

I stood up and in mutual agreement we moved to the bed. In the bed we kissed and fondled until we worked around into the 69 position with me on top. It was difficult for me to concentrate on my part of this bargain because of what he was doing to me with his tongue. With renewed vigor I attacked my job, using my mouth and tongue to circle, lick, caress and suck until I could feel that now he was having trouble concentrating.

Supporting myself on one hand I used the other to massage his testicles. I felt his entire body stiffen when my fingers brushed against his anus. He got the idea and began to do the same thing to me only using is tongue. He was swapping back and forth between my two pleasure spots and filling the vacant area with his fingers.

I knew that I would not last long at this pace, so I turned around and straddled him. With minor anxiety I lowered myself onto his long slender implement. There was no problem and in fact it felt exotic. I began to stir, sliding up and down and back and forth. At the very bottom of the downward slide he was rubbing against the most sensitive part of my sexuality. Soon he began to participate in this sensual game. Our movements became wilder and wilder until I knew that the goal we were seeking would be reached very soon. With an animal like cry he arched his back and plunged as deep into me as possible. The feeling of his semen spewing inside me was the trigger I needed and I reached my climax. I collapsed in a crouch still on top of him with him still inside me.

We lay like that for quite some time until I noticed that he had completely wilted and had begun to snore. Carefully and quietly so as not to awaken him I got out of bed, went to the bath room and cleaned up a bit. When I returned the he was still asleep and spread wide on his back. I couldn't resist, and very gently took his very soft penis in my mouth. Although he didn't awaken, he made some contented sounds and almost immediately began to harden. After he a few minutes I knew that he was awake because he was guiding my head up-and-down by holding onto my hair. He made no outward indication of his climax except for the warm gush of liquid that filled my mouth.

Still using my hair as a handle he brought me up so we could kiss. Then he had me assume the same position I found him in when I returned from the bathroom. With most of his body off the bed and his head in position between my legs he began to administer the most erotic kisses I had ever experienced. His tongue licked and probed, his mouth sucked, and his hands caressed until I was on the verge of my second orgasm. Unlike him, I am sure that the neighbors knew when I came. I was thrashing wildly, holding his head tight against me as his tongue plunged in and out. At one point I held his head in place by squeezing and capturing it with my legs. When it was over I could scarcely move, but he continued to caress this most sensitive area with his tongue and lips.

When lunch was over and we went for another swim, I noticed that the lump had disappeared completely and he swam with a much more relaxed and even stroke.

I think tomorrow when we swim again I can make the lump reappear. I hope so.



The Swimmers



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Kirsten and Lauren are two professional indoor swimmers. And they have both won a couple of competitions.

They are members in a small swimming club with low financial resources, which makes them turn down a lot of competitions, that they could have used to gain more experience.

They are now training for the Olympic tryouts in a couple of weeks. But they and their club are still in need of money.

The head of the swimming club David Nolan, who is also their coach has been out trying to get sponsors. But so far he hasn't been able to get anyone to sponsor the girls or the club.

But yesterday the coach got a phone call from a Mr. Lord, who was just starting the construction of a night club in town.

He told the coach that he might sponsor the swimming club and the girls, and that he was sending a man over tomorrow to inspect the facilities.

And today as coach Nolan got in to his office, there stood a tall black man waiting for him.

"Can I help you with something?" Asked the coach.

"Are you the head of this club, a David Nolan?" Asked the black man.

"Yes, who are you." Asked the coach.

"I'm Milo, my employer is interested in sponsoring the club." Milo told the coach.

"Oh yes, please come into my office." The coach invited Milo into his office.

They walked inside and sat down at the coaches table.

"I've heard that your two prospects are in training for the Olympic tryouts." Milo said.

"Yes they are, we have high hopes for Kirsten and Lauren." The coach told Milo.

"Can I ask how much your employer would sponsor us with?" The coach then asked.

"I have the check right here." Milo then showed the check to Nolan.

Coach Nolan read the number on the check.

"Wow, $100.000. That sure is a nice round figure." The coach said.

"Yes, but I still need to check out your facilities, before I can consider handing the check over to you." Milo told the Coach.

"Yes of course, I can give you a tour right now if you would like." The coach told Milo.

"Okay." Milo said.

They then walked out of the office, and then coach Nolan started to show Milo around. 

"Well, maybe you would like to see our pool area." The coach then said.

"Yes." Milo said.

The coach then showed Milo up to the pools. The pool area contained one large pool for competitions and training, a smaller one and then a small round heated pool.

The heated pool was there to warm up the swimmers after they had swum.

"Well, the place looks to be in order." Milo then told coach Nolan.

"Yes, we haven't had any problems with this area." The coach told Milo.

"That's good." Said Milo.

"And the two girls." Milo then said.

"Kirsten and Lauren, they have just finished one of their training passes. They should be out in a little while." The coach told Milo.

Milo and coach Nolan then discussed the girls whilst they waited for them to come out.

Milo then made some suggestions regarding the girls, that coach Nolan thought were a bit odd, but he agreed to them because they needed the sponsorship.

A few moments later, the girls came out from their locker room.

"Ah girls." Nolan said as the girls came over to them.

"Hello coach." The girls said, as they then looked over at the tall black man standing next to the coach.

"Kirsten, Lauren, this is Milo."

"Milo, this is Kirsten and Lauren." The coach introduced them.

The two girls are about the same age, Kirsten is 21 and Lauren is 23. They are both rather tall and petite. And they both have smooth and slim bodies.

Kirsten is blonde and is about 5 foot 5 inches tall. She has a bit bigger boobs than Lauren. She is a size C. And her butt is also a little bigger than Laurens.

Lauren is a light brunette, and is about 5 foot 4 inches tall. Lauren is even more petite than Kirsten. She has small size B breasts. And her butt is a bit smaller than Kirstens as well.

"I've heard a lot of good things about you two." Milo told them.

The girls smiled and wondered who this man was.

"Girls, Milo here is going to give us and the club a sponsorship, I hope." The coach said as he then looked over at Milo.

"Yes, I think I have seen enough." Said Milo.

"Here you go." Milo then took out the check and handed it to Nolan.

"Thank you." Nolan then said.

He then showed the check to the girls.

"Wow, thanks." The girls said smiling.

"I promise that we won't let you down." Kirsten then said.

Milo then gave coach Nolan a look.

"Ah yes. Girls, I won't be here the coming week. I have to go and make the arrangements for the Olympic tryouts. Do you think you will be able to handle the training yourselves." The couch then asked the girls.

"I think we could manage that." Lauren told the coach.

"And Milo will be here watching your training." The coach told the girls.

"Yes, I have to make sure that nothing happens to our investment." Milo told them.

"No problem." Said Kirsten.

The following couple of days Milo spent watching the training, and getting to know the girls.

He learnt that both the girls are very competitive, and that they really wanted to win.

Then as Monday came, the coach went away.

A day later, Milo came by as the girls were in the pool swimming.

He sat down in the bleachers and watched the girls.

"Hi Milo, Hello Milo." The girls said hello as they saw Milo.

"Hello." Milo said.

The girls had started to like Milo. They even thought that he was cool. He always had something nice to say to them.

"Hey girls, it's a bit cold in here, do you mind if I jumped into the heated pool for a moment." Milo asked the girls.

"No we don't mind, do we Kirsten?" Said Lauren.

"No go ahead." Kirsten told Milo.

"Thanks." Milo told them.

Milo then walked over to the heated pool, and then started to undress. The girls couldn't help but to take a few peeks at Milo, as he was taking off his clothes.

The girls looked at each and smiled a little as he got down to his underwear.

Milo didn't have any swimming trunks with him, so he got into the pool wearing his underwear.

A few minutes later, the girls had finished their training for the day. As usual after each of their passes, Kirsten and Lauren went over to the heated pool.

"Do you mind?" Asked the girls.

"Of course not, it's your pool." Said Milo.

Milo then watched as the two girls wearing their one piece swimming outfit, got into the pool.

"Hot, isn't it?" Milo said smiling.

"It sure is." Lauren said smiling back.

"You know girls, I wanted to ask you something." Milo said.

"What's that?" Kirsten asked.

"I would like to take you out to dinner this evening." Milo then told them.

The girls looked at each other.

"I've seen how hard you both train, and I think you deserve a nice dinner at a fine restaurant." Milo then told them.

"Well, okay." Kirsten then said with a little smile on her face.

"Yeah sure." Lauren said.

"Good." Milo said.

"Oh, where should I pick you up?" Milo then asked.

"You can pick us both up at our apartment. We are roommates you know." Lauren told Milo.

"Okay great, I'll pick you up at eight O'clock this evening." Milo then said.

"Okay." The girls said smiling.

"Well, I should be going." Milo then told the girls.

Then as he stood up, his underwear were all wet. Lauren could see the outlining of a huge thing inside of his underwear.

Lauren then nodded to Kirsten. Kirsten looked over and then she also saw the bulge in his underwear.

Both girls had a "Wow" expression on their faces.

Then Milo looked over at them as he had dried himself of with a towel, and was getting dressed.

The girls blushed and giggled a bit.

Milo gave them a smile and then he left.

A few moments later as the girls were standing in the shower.

"Did you see that thing?" Lauren asked Kirsten.

"Oh yeah." Kirsten said.

"It wasn't small was it?" Lauren said as they giggled.

"I wouldn't mind having that thing." Kirsten then said.

"Oh you nasty girl." Lauren said as she gave Kirsten a light push in the shower.

They both laughed a bit.

A moment later they got dressed and went home to their apartment.

"Well, what should I wear?" Said Kirsten.

"Well, I'm going to wear this one." Lauren told her.

Lauren held up a long dress, that would show some cleavage.

"Oh that one is nice." Kirsten said.

"And it's going to look even better along with my push-up bra." Lauren told her.

Lauren then started to get dressed.

Kirsten had now also found what she would be wearing.

She was going to wear a long skirt that clung to her butt, along with a nice and sexy blouse.

Then an hour later as they just had gotten ready, the door bell rang.

Lauren went to open it.

"Wow, you look great Lauren." It was Milo.

"Thanks." Lauren said.

Then Kirsten came out.

"Hi Milo." She said.

"You look great as well." Milo told her.

"Well, you told us that you were taking us to somewhere nice, so we thought that we would better get dressed." Kirsten told him.

"You sure did, and I sure am." Said Milo.

"Well ladies, should we go." Milo then said.

"Okay." Kirsten and Lauren said.

Then as they got outside, Lauren and Kirsten saw this big stretch limo standing out in the street.

"Here we are." Said Milo as the driver of the limo opened the door.

"Wow, I've never ridden in a limo before." Said Kirsten.

"Neither have I." Lauren said as the girls then got inside.

After Milo had gotten inside, the driver shut the door.

"This is awesome." Said Lauren as the car started going.

Milo poured the girls some champagne.

Then about twenty minutes later, the limo pulled over. A moment later the driver came and opened the door.

"Well here we are." Said Milo as they all got out of the car.

"Oh wow, this is the most expensive restaurant in the city." Lauren said.

"I've read that movie stars eat here." Kirsten said.

"Only the best for you two." Said Milo.

Then as they went inside the restaurant, a waiter came and showed them to a table.

They then sat down and talked for a few moments.

Then the waiter came back.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asked.

"I think so. Ladies, choose whatever you want." Milo told the girls.

Lauren and Kirsten looked over the menu.

"We'll have the veil and the lobster." Lauren told the waiter.

"Good choice, and you sir." Said the waiter.

"How's today's steak." Milo asked.

"It's excellent sir." Said the waiter.

"Okay, I'll have that one." Milo told the waiter.

"I'll be right back." The waiter then said.

Whilst they waited for their meal, they talked and laughed some more.

"I've never eaten in a place like this before, it's all so beautiful." Kirsten said.

"I know what you mean." Lauren said smiling.

"You two deserve it, training as hard as you do." Milo told them.

Then a minute later, the waiter came back with their dinner.

And half an hour later, they ordered some desserts. They sat there talking for hours.

"Well ladies, we should be going." Milo then said.

"Oh already." Lauren said.

"Well the restaurant is closing in a few minutes." Milo told the girls.

The waiter then came over with the bill, and Milo paid him. Then as they walked outside, the limo was waiting for them.

They got inside and the limo drove off.

"Oh thank you Milo, I had a great time." Lauren told him.

"Me too." Kirsten told Milo.

"It was my pleasure." Said Milo.

Then as the limo pulled over next to their apartment building, the girls whispered something to each other.

"Milo." Kirsten then said.

"Yes." Milo said.

"We were wondering, if you would like to come up for a moment." Kirsten then asked Milo.

"Are you sure." Asked Milo.

"Yes we are." Lauren then said as the girls looked at Milo smiling.

"Okay." Milo told them.

They then got out of the limo and walked up to the girls apartment.

"Come in." Said Lauren as she opened the door.

They all then got inside.

"Can I take you jacket." Asked Lauren.

"Sure." Milo said as he removed his jacket.

Kirsten then went over and sat down on the couch.

"Have a seat." Kirsten said as she padded her hand on the seat next to her.

Milo then went over and sat down next to her.

"I'm going to have a drink. Do you want something Milo?" Asked Lauren.

"Yes, I would like to have something." Said Milo with a smile on his face.

"I think I know what you would like to have." Kirsten then said as she laid her hand on Milos's thigh, and then leaned over and gave him a kiss. 

Milo then began to kiss her back. Lauren stood there looking, as Kirsten and Milo were kissing on the couch.

They were now really sucking on each others tongues.

Lauren began to slowly touch herself as she watched. Then she undid her dress and slowly let it fall to the floor.

"Can I join in?" Lauren then asked.

Milo looked up at Lauren, and saw her standing in front of them in her bra and panties.

"Wow, come over here you beautiful woman." Milo then told her.

Lauren then slowly walked over to the couch as she looked at Milo. 

Milo then got his hand around Laurens hip, as he motioned her down onto the couch.

Then they both leaned over and started kissing.

Kirsten now stood up and began to remove her clothes. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she watched Lauren and Milo. As she removed her blouse, she revealed her C-cup breasts inside of her white bra.

By now Milo had reached over and had cupped Laurens small tits.

"Mmm." Lauren moaned softly as they continued to kiss.

Milo then reached around her back and unhooked Laurens bra. As Lauren then took it off, Milo leaned down and sucked on her perky nipples.

"Ohh." Lauren moaned.

Kirsten had now stepped out of her skirt, and was standing in her bra and thong panties.

Kirsten then laid her hand on Milos shoulder to get his attention. Milo looked over and saw Kirsten.

"My my my." Milo said as he reached over and laid his hand on her firm butt.

Milo then started to kiss Kirstens belly and then moved higher and higher. He had soon moved up to her breasts, her neck and now he was kissing her mouth.

Kirsten then reached around her back and undid her bra. Then as she let her bra fall onto the floor, Milo reached up and started to squeeze her big boobs.

"Mmm." Kirsten moaned.

Lauren who was behind Milo, reached around him and started to unbutton his shirt.

As she then took his shirt off of him, Milo reached back with his hand and found his way into Laurens panties.

He started to finger her pussy as he sucked on Kirstens boobs.

"Ohh yess." Lauren moaned to Milos touch.

A moment later, Milo stood up. He began to unbuckle his pants. And soon they fell to the floor and he stepped out off them.

Milo looked into Kirsten's eyes as she got down on her knees in front of him. Lauren who was still behind Milo, reached around him with her arms and pressed herself against his back. Milo then turned his head around, and they tongue kissed.

Kirsten who now were on her knees in front of Milo, reached up and started to pull down his underwear.

As she pulled his underwear down, a huge black cock popped out right in her face.

"Oh my god." Kirsten said as her eyes flew open.

Lauren also looked down and saw his big thing.

"Oh wow." Lauren couldn't believe his size.

Milo got a grin on his face.

Kirsten then reached up and grabbed Milos cock with her hand. She couldn't even get her fingers around it.

Kirsten smiled up at Milo as she started to stroke his cock.

"I've never done this with a black man before." Kirsten then told Milo.

"Then you don't know what you've been missing." Milo said with a grin on his face.

"I can see what I've been missing." Said Kirsten with a smile on her face.

Kirsten then leaned forward and slowly put her lips around his big cockhead. She then slowly started to suck on it.

"Yeahh." Milo grunted.

Lauren who was behind Milo, started to kiss his back all the way down to his butt.

"What a rock hard butt." Lauren then said.

"Kiss it." Milo told her.

Lauren then started to kiss his butt, and then a few seconds later, she spread his ass cheeks apart and began to lick his butt hole.

"Yeah you nasty girl, lick it." Milo grunted.

Milo was now getting his cock sucked and his butt licked at the same time.

A few moments past.

"Now I need some pussy." Milo told them.

Kirsten stood up and Milo kissed her a few times. Then he leaned down and pulled Kirstens thong down, exposing her shaved pussy.

Kirsten then leaned back on the couch and spread her legs.

"Hmm, you want this don't you?" Milo said to Kirsten as he held his cock.

"Oh yes, please give it to me." Kirsten moaned.

Milo then guided his organ up to her wet pussy. He teased her with it for a few seconds, and then he pushed it inside of her.

"Ahhh godddd." Kirsten screamed out.

Lauren sat down next to Kirsten and began to touch herself, as she watched Milo with Kirsten.

Milo then began to move his cock in and out of her.

"Oh yes, ohh yess." Kirsten moaned to his thrusts.

"Damn you're tight." Milo grunted as he then picked up his pace.

He was soon pounding her hard, as Kirstens big tits flopped up and down.

"Ahhhhhh." Kirsten then screamed out as she had an orgasm.

Lauren then reached over and laid her hand on Milo.

"Take me Milo." She pleaded.

Milo got a big grin on his face, as he grabbed his cock and pulled it out from Kirsten. He then moved over to Lauren, who had spread her legs and was ready for him.

"Shove it in." Lauren moaned.

Milo then placed his cock up against Laurens pussy, and then he just shoved in his entire length.

"Oh Milooooo." Lauren screamed out as she felt his fat cock penetrate her.

Milo soon started to pound her hot pussy.

"Oh yes Milo, fuck me." Lauren moaned.

Milo began to move faster and faster as he pounded her.

"Yes, take her hard." Kirsten then told Milo as she reached over and gave Lauren a kiss.

Milo slammed his cock in and out of Lauren.

"Oh goddddddd." Lauren screamed out as she felt an incredible orgasm shower over her.

Then a few moments later, Milo started to grunt heavier and heavier.

And then he pulled out from Lauren.

"Kiss each other." He then told the girls as he pulled his cock.

Lauren and Kirsten began to kiss each other.

Then a second later, they felt something warm hit their faces.

"Yeahh." Milo had started cumming.

"Take it." Milo grunted as he shot his load onto their faces.

He spurted load after load of hot sperm into their kissing mouths. Kirsten and Lauren just licked it up as they kissed.

Then Milo began to slow down as he stopped cumming.

"Mmm, that was delicious Milo." Lauren said as she licked some cum from Kirstens face.

"Oh Milo, I've never felt anything like that before." Kirsten told Milo.

"You girls were rather nice yourselves." Milo told them.

And that night they all fucked each other twice more.

The next morning as they all woke up in each others arms.

"Mmm, you were awesome last night Milo." Kirsten told him.

"You sure were, I've never cum so hard in my entire life." Lauren told Milo.

They then gave each other some small kisses.

"What time is it?" Milo then asked.

"Oh god, it's already twelve O'clock." Kirsten told them.

"We should have started our training hours ago." Lauren then said.

The girls then rushed up, took a shower and got dressed.

"We're sorry Milo, but we have to go." Lauren told Milo.

"But please come and see us today down at the swimming club." Kirsten told Milo.

"Bye, Bye." The girls and Milo said as the girls then rushed out from their apartment.

Milo laid in bed a few more minutes, before he went up and took a shower.




The Swimmers



Then on his way out from the girls' apartment, his mobile rang.

"Milo here." He answered.

"Hi Damon, yes we did. Yes, I will be telling them today." Milo told Damon Lord.

They talked some more and then they hung up.

A few hours later, Milo drove over to the swim club, where the girls were training.

As he came into the pool area, he waved to the girls.

"Hi Milo, hello." The girls said smiling as they saw Milo.

"I'll be in the heated pool." He then told the girls.

The girls nodded.

Milo then stripped down to his underwear, and then jumped into the heated pool. He sat there and watched the girls as they swam.

A half an hour later as Kirsten and Lauren had finished their training, they went over to Milo.

"Hi there." Lauren said as she and Kirsten got into the heated pool.

Milo gave them a smile.

The girls then moved over to each of Milos's sides.

"I've missed you." Lauren said as she began to kiss Milos neck.

"So have I." Kirsten said as she laid her hand on his thigh.

"So girls, the Olympic tryouts, do you think you will make the cut." Asked Milo.

"Well, it's going to be tough, and there are a lot of swimmers there. But I think we will make it." Lauren told Milo.

"How bad do you want to make it?" Milo then asked.

"What do you mean?" Asked Kirsten.

"Just what I said, how bad do you want to make the cut?" Milo asked again.

"We have always wanted to make it to the Olympics, we would do anything." Said Lauren.

Kirsten nodded.

"Anything huh." Said Milo.

"Why do you ask?" Kirsten asked.

"Well, it so happens that I know three of the judges at the tryouts." Milo told the girls.

The girls looked a bit funny at each other.

"You do." Asked Lauren.

"Yes I do." Said Milo.

"And I've spoken to them, and if you want to, they have agreed to vote in you favor." Milo then told the girls.

At first, the girls got a bit shocked at what Milo had told them. But then they loosened up a bit. The girls had trained most of their lives, and they really wanted to make the Olympic team. 

"Well, why would they do that?" Kirsten then asked.

"Well they did have a favor to ask you, in return for their votes." Milo told them.

"What's that?" Lauren asked.

"They wanted to spend a little time with you two." Milo then told them.

"What... you mean." Lauren said.

"Yes." Milo said.

"But just for an hour or two, at the same time." Milo told the girls.

"You mean the three of them want to be with us at the same time." Kirsten said.

"Yes." Milo told them.

"Well, I don't know." Lauren said as she looked over at Kirsten.

"There wouldn't be any trouble, I would be close by." Milo told them.

The girls didn't know what to say, but they really wanted to make the team.

"They will need an answer rather quickly, because otherwise they might choose some other girls to put their votes on." Milo told the girls.

"And then it would be even harder to make the team." Milo told them.

The girls looked at each other, and then they nodded to each other.

"Well... okay." Lauren then said.

"But you promise to be close by." Kirsten said.

"Yes I promise." Milo told them.

"Then I will call them and tell them that you agreed." Milo told the girls.

"Okay." Said the girls.

Then whilst still being in the pool, Milo reached over to his pants and took out his cell phone.

He then called up someone.

"This is Milo." Milo said on the phone.

"Yes, yes the girls agreed." Milo then said whilst the girls listened.

"Okay, be here tomorrow." Milo then said.

"Bye." Milo then hung up.

"That was them." Milo told the girls.

"And." Said Lauren.

"They will be here tomorrow." Milo told them.

"That soon." Kirsten said.

"Yes, and they want to do it here." Milo told the girls.

"Here." Kirsten said.

"Yes, in your shower room at two O'clock." Milo told them.

Lauren and Kirsten looked a bit nervously at each other.

"Well, okay." They then said.

"And don't worry, I will be right outside." Milo told them.

"Okay." The girls then said with a little smile on their faces.

"Now let's have some fun." Milo told them.

The girls then got an even bigger smile on their faces.

The next day at a quarter to two, just outside the girls' locker room.

"Hi guys." Milo said to the three black guys who came up to him.

Milo and the guys then shook hands.

"Here's the deal, the girls are in there and they really want to get fucked." Milo told the guys.

"Nice." One of the guys said.

"But remember, if they ask, tell them that you are judges at the Olympic tryouts." Milo told them.

"Judges, who's idea was that." One of the guys asked.

"That's because the girls are expecting three judges." Milo told them.

"Okay." They all said.

"Well get in there." Milo then told them.

The three black guys then walked into the girls' locker room.

Then Milo looked over at the two guys with the video cameras.

"Wait a couple of minutes before you go in." And remember, don't let them see you." Milo told the camera men.

Then inside the locker room.

The three guys heard the shower running, so they walked over to the shower room.

Kirsten and Lauren stood in the shower totally naked, nervously awaiting the arrival of the judges.

Then the girls heard something behind them.

And as they turned around, they saw three huge black men standing there watching them.

Lauren and Kirsten covered themselves up a bit.

"Very nice." One of the guys said.

"Damn, they are real fine." Another one said.

"This is going to feel so very good." The third one said.

The girls looked at the guys and then over at each other.

"Are you the judges?" Kirsten then asked.

The guys looked at each other with grins on their faces.

"Judges, yes that's us." One of them said.

"Okay." Kirsten then said as she and Lauren then lowered their hands, and showed the guys their naked bodies.

The guys looked at each other, and then they started to undress.

And soon the guys got down to their underwear, and then they pulled them down. The girls both got "Wow" expressions on their faces.

All of the guys had long black cocks hanging down between their legs.

The guys then walked over to Kirsten and Lauren. Kirsten got two guys, and Lauren got one.

As the two guys got over to Kirsten, one of them moved over and started to kiss kirsten. She resisted a little at first, but then she relaxed and opened her mouth. When she did that, she felt his tongue make its way into her mouth.

The other guy got behind her, and started to fondle her breasts.

"Damn, she has got some real big ones." The guy behind her told the guys.

Lauren looked at the guy who was coming over to her. As he moved in close to her, he grabbed Laurens butt and pulled her in closer to him.

He then started tongue kissing her, as he felt her ass. Then he reached up and began to squeeze her small tits.

"Mmm." Lauren started moaning as she relaxed.

Over at Kirsten, the guy who was kissing her had now planted his fingers between her legs, and was rubbing her pussy.

"Ohhh." Kirsten moaned as she felt the guy's fingers on her pussy.

A moment later, Kirsten felt something hard up against her. She looked down and there she saw the two guy's rock hard cocks.

The guy who was standing behind her, motioned her down to her knees. Then as she got down on her knees, she got two stiff organs shoved into her face.

She almost hadn't time to open her mouth, before one of the guys shoved his black cock into her mouth.

But Kirsten responded quickly, and began to suck his big cockhead.

"Oh god you're big." Kirsten moaned as she sucked on the guys cock.

"And she's real good as well man." The guy said to his friend standing on the other side of Kirsten.

Kirsten then felt another cock poking her chin, so she switched to the other guy and started giving him head.

"Yeah girl, suck that motherfucker." The guy grunted.

Laurens guy had now laid down on the floor, and Lauren had gotten down between his legs and had begun to suck his cock.

"Yeah, suck it." The guy grunted.

Lauren was really bobbing her head up and down. She tried to get more and more of him inside of her mouth.

Lauren used a lot of spit as she sucked him. She was really slobbering over him.

"Now get on top of me girl." The guy then told Lauren.

Lauren gave the guy a nasty smile, as she then moved up on top of him. She then sunk herself down onto his stiff black cock.

"Ohh yesss." Lauren moaned as she started moving her hip up and down.

The guy then reached up and squeezed her tits as she rode him.

Over at Kirsten.

Kirsten was now getting fucked from behind, as she sucked off the guy in front of her.

"Ahh...ah...ah." Kirsten moaned as the guy behind of her pounded her pussy.

"Damn she's got a hot pussy." The guy grunted.

Then the guy who was getting sucked off by Kirsten, looked over at Lauren. He then grabbed his cock from Kirsten's eager mouth and walked over to Lauren.

He got up behind Lauren.

"That is one fine ass." He then said.

"Bend down girl." He then told Lauren.

Lauren bent down and laid down on top of the guy on the floor. Lauren then felt something against her butt hole.

"Oh god, he's going to take my ass." Lauren thought to herself.

The guy behind of her then slowly pushed his big cockhead into her butt hole.

"Oh godddd." Lauren screamed out as she felt his cock move into her ass.

"Yes baby." The guy grunted as he began to move his cock deeper inside of her.

And soon he started to move his cock in and out of her tight ass. Then Lauren felt the other guy inside of her pussy, as he started to move his cock again.

"Oh yesssss." Lauren moaned out as she got her strongest orgasm ever.

The guys then started to pound her real hard.

Over at Kirsten.

Kirsten had now laid down on the floor, and she had gotten her legs around the guy who was fucking her.

He had started to slam his cock in and out of her.

"Yes fuck me, fuck meee." Kirsten moaned.

Then a few minutes later, the guy pulled his cock out of her pussy.

"Open you mouth." He then told Kirsten.

Kirsten opened her mouth, and as she did that the guy began to shoot his load.

"Ahhh." The guy grunted as he spurted his sperm straight into her mouth.

Kirsten felt his hot cum hit her tongue, and then run down into her mouth. She kept on swallowing his cum as he spurted it into her awaiting mouth.

Then over at Lauren.

"Get off of me" The guy below Lauren told her.

The guy who was fucking her ass then pulled his cock out, and Lauren got off of the other guy.

The two guys then got up on their feet, and started to stroke their cocks in front of Laurens face.

And then.

"Yeahh." One of the guys grunted as he started to cum.

Stream after stream of hot sperm hit Laurens face. Then as Lauren opened her mouth, he started to cum into her mouth.

Lauren started to swallow his cum , but then the other guy also began to cum. He started to spurt his sperm onto her face.

Lauren really got drenched in semen.

Then a few seconds later, the guys slowed down.

"Oh god that was nice." Lauren then told the guys.

Then Kirsten moved over to Lauren and licked some cum off of her chin.

"Thanks guys, that was awesome." Kirsten then told them.

A few moments later, the guys got out of the shower and got dressed. A couple of minutes after that, they left.

And the camera men who had been filming in the background, also snuck out of there.

"All I can say is wow." Lauren told Kirsten as they laid there.

"I know, that was incredible." Kirsten told Lauren.

Then they took another shower, and then got dressed.

As they then walked out from the locker room, Milo was standing there.

"I told you that it would be okay." Milo told them.

"Oh, it was more than ok." Lauren then told Milo smiling.

A few weeks later at the Olympic tryouts, Kirsten and Lauren got picked to join the Olympic team. They thought, that they had gotten three of the votes from the judges that they had slept with. But those guys weren't even judges, so they had maid it on their own merits.

And then a year later as they got back from the real Olympics, they were praised as small heroes. Because they had gotten in second and third place in their events.

Then a few days after they had gotten back, Milo stopped by at their apartment.

"Hi Milo, it's been awhile." Lauren said smiling.

"It's so good to see you again." Kirsten then said.

"Well, I'm afraid I have some bad news." Milo then told them.

"What's that?" Lauren asked concerned.

"I just got this in the mail the other day." Milo told the girls as he held up a video tape.

Milo then placed it into the girls VCR and hit play.

The girls were shocked at what they saw.

The tape showed them, as they were fucking those three fake judges in the shower. But the girls didn't know that they were fake.

"Oh my god, if this gets out we could loose our medals." Kirsten said.

"Who sent you the tape?" Lauren asked Milo.

"I don't know, but there was also a message." Milo said and handed it to the girls.

The girls read the note.

"Oh my god. They want us to dance and strip, a few days a week, at some Domino Club here in town." Lauren said.

"What should we do?" The girls asked Milo.

"I don't think you have much of a choice, you have to do what they say." Milo told them.

"But can't we go to the police." Lauren asked.

"If you do, the news papers will soon get a hold of the tape." Milo told the girls.

"He's right." Said Kirsten.

"We'll have to do what they say." Lauren then said.

"If you want, I could be there with you to see that nothing happens to you." Milo told them.

"You would do that for us." Kirsten said.

"Sure I would." Milo told them.

"Thanks." Kirsten said smiling.

A week later, Kirsten and Lauren were dancing on the main stage at one of the Domino clubs.

After a couple of weeks, they had gotten used to it, and they had actually started to enjoy themselves.

And they were very grateful to Milo, and the things that they thought that he had done for them. 

They never found out that it was Milo along with Damon Lord, who had set them up from the start.

THE END



The Swimmers



The two women swimmers moved up and down the pool with long graceful strokes, side by side, carving through the water with not a hair's breadth between them. Breathing every fourth stroke they flicked over in tumble turns at the pool ends their front crawl seemingly unstoppable. Twenty five, Thirty, Thirty five lengths, they moved, black Lycra clad, with almost effortless ease. The Elliott twins, Natasha and Annette, pushed each other to the limit, never giving an inch to each other.

Their one piece costumes and black swim caps had a single silver lightning strike pattern along the lefthand side. At forty lengths they tumbled and flicked over onto their backs, moving into a fast backstroke without pause. Twenty lengths later the turned and affected a slow breast stroke to warm down. After twenty lengths they stopped at the pools end and moved to the steps to rise out of the pool, streams of water sliding down and off their bodies.

As they moved along the poolside the other swimmers emerging from the changing rooms looked in awe. At six foot two inches the pair were tall, their arms and legs muscled but shapely. The twins were thirty one, athletic and the Lycra costumes did nothing but accentuate their bodies. Cut high at the hip and low at the back the effect was startling. The costume flattened their breasts to aid streamlining, but their nipples, hardening in the colder air, were large and visible. The tight fitting Lycra pulled hard into their bodies showed the camel-toe of their sex and the curve of their buttocks.

Striding purposefully to the changing rooms they pulled their caps off revealing shoulder length red hair, their green eyes flashing a warning, "out of the way", as they walked. In the womens changing rooms they went to lockers and removing a rubber band from their ankles, used the attached key to open adjacent lockers.

"Good swim, thanks,"

"Yeah I enjoyed that, need to push harder though."

"Tash, we're never going to make the Olympic Squad again, not now."

"I know Netty, but it's kind of satisfying to reach the same qualifying standard, just to annoy the bastards."

"True, ok, same again but an extra twenty tomorrow."

"That's my girl."

They stripped out of their costumes, easily slipping the clinging wet mass away from their honed bodies. Full breasts, flat stomachs, shaven mounds were revealed and they padded naked, confident to the showers. Under the hot jets of water they carefully washed away the chlorinated water from their bodies. Then each helped the other wash their hair. Stepping out they wrung water from their hair, before pulling towels round it, then walking naked back to the bench below their lockers. 

They dried and pulled on their clothes, neither bothering with a bra, wanting to feel unconstrained after the strictures of their costumes. T shirt, thong, track bottoms and tops, they brushed each others hair and placed their costumes and towels in bags bearing the name of the local swimming club. They left together, again side by side, walking across the car park to the identical VW Golf's they owned. Without any sign of farewell, they threw the bags into the back seats, climbed in and one after the other, left the car park for home.

Home was a three bedroom semi detached they had bought several years ago when they finally decided they should move out of their parents house. Independence, however, was relative, as they had purchased the house three doors away from their parents, which became vacant following their neighbours break up. They rolled onto the driveway and leapt out reaching back to gather their kit bags. Inside the kettle went on as they threw towels and costumes into the washing machine. Within minutes they were sitting at the breakfast counter, black coffee and toast ready to be consumed.

"Netty, you know that, well while you were at Uni, well did you?"

"Tash! No, I never did, I had work to do and training every morning and evening."

"Yeah, I know, me too, but, well, do you miss not ever having had a boyfriend, or a partner, like the whole love thing?"

"No, I can't say I did or do, I have you anyway, and Mum and Dad and.."

"I know we have each other, but don't you miss not having sex or all that stuff, you know?"

"Why would I miss that, God the thought of some guy sticking his cock in me is horrible, do you want that?"

"No, well I don't know, I mean I've never done it, so I can't say."

"Do you want to? do it I mean?"

"I.. I don't know, it's just lately, well, I mean I get these dreams and some guys stick their cocks in me and I scream, but they don't stop and... I think I like it."

"Tash, what in the worlds come over you? We've never talked about this before, I mean not like seriously, is it really worrying you that much?"

"Netty, we're thirty one, and virgins, never had a boy, never touched or seem a real live cock. Are we missing out?"

"Tash, are you ok, I mean, this seems to be really bothering you, what can I do to help?"

"I don't know, I..."

"You what my lovely?"

"I want to make love to someone, to see if I'm missing out, I need to know Netty, I want to be able to wake up in bed with someone, someone, who will be there for me, look after me and love me."

"I can do that, I can love and care for you, I'll look after you, I can help."

"Can you make love to me, take my virginity, physically love me, can you? Will you?"

"Wha.. well, I ... Idon't know, I don't usually think about sex or love or..."

"Exactly, we know nothing about love or relationships, or crazy sexy mad things. We've spent our lives so far, living this dream, this dream that will never be a reality."

"I know, but I can't let go, I want to make the grade, I want to be in the Olympic Squad."

"It's never going to happen now is it? we made the grade but lost out in the cut, what it must be thirteen years ago. That was our last chance and we never made it."

"We were there, we were in the cut, but the call never came."

"So we never made the grade and we've been trying to recreate that every day since, it's a pipe dream and we both know it."

Tears started to form and they held hands and wept for their youth and what might have been. Leaning in their heads touched and each felt the others pain. After a while they straightened, all thoughts of breakfast gone. They looked at each other and slowly smiled.

"Netty this is ridiculous, we need to do something, sort this out, see what we're missing. We need to get out and celebrate our successes, and drown out our failures. Girl we need to party."

"Tash you're right, let's organise a party, get some of our friends round and just get hammered."

Giggling they sat and organised a rough outline of who they should invite, when and whether they should invite their parents. This they quickly decided would be a mistake, especially if they did indeed get so drunk they couldn't behave. List in hand they finally ate the cold toast and cool coffee, grimacing and laughing at the tastes. They busied themselves with calls and notes, then set off for work.

After work, they popped in to see their parents and casually let slip that they were having friends round the next Saturday, which their parents were delighted to learn. For a long time the Elliott's had worried at the driven nature of their girls and a glimpse of a lightening of their punishing schedule was a welcome sign. Perhaps their unassailable belief that they would once again qualify for the Olympic Squad was finally showing signs of cracking.

Back at home they changed out of their business clothes into track suits with nothing underneath. In the lounge they sat and went through the list again and what food they would need. Not being drinkers they found the alcohol needs confusing, how much beer and wine would they need, did they have spirits, what mixers. Would some non alcoholic drinks be a good idea? Eventually they had a list and would go early Saturday morning to get it all in.

Natasha wandered into Annette's bedroom, after showering in her own en-suite shower. Wrapped in a towel she sat on Annette's bed. Annette's bathroom door opened and she appeared in a similar towel.

"Oh, hi, you ok?"

"Yup, came to say goodnight, but now I want to talk to you."

"Oh,Oh! sounds serious, what can I do to help?"

"Take your towel off!" 

It wasn't a question or a remark, it was a demand,

"What, why, you've seem me naked millions of time?"

"Do it, do it please?"

"Uhh, D'oh! ok, here."

Annette let the towel slip off her, standing just in front of her sister. Natasha stood and slipped her own towel off, before reaching to pull Annette to her. Their bodies met, breasts flattening against each other, their tight stomachs touching. Natasha tilted her head slightly and moved her mouth to Annette's and began to kiss her, her arms around her sisters sides, sliding up her back. As Annette gasped and her mouth opened, Natasha's tongue slid in and began to duel with hers. Annette's arms moved round her sisters and she also ran her hands across her back. 

Locked together they mashed their mouths against the others, eyes open staring into each others eyes. They saw the love and lust they each had and they pulled against each other harder. Their hips twisted as the began to push their stomachs and pubis against the other. Soon they were lost in a sensuous haze of blissful lust. Their hands found each others bottoms and began to caress and squeeze the toned globes. Twisting slightly each brought one hand to the others breast, savouring the firm round mound and feeling the nipple engorging, firming, the surrounding aeriola crinkling.

Struggling slightly they maneuvered to the bed where they sank down and separated just briefly. This was enough to get themselves comfortably in the middle before they attacked each others flesh again. Annette moved her mouth over her twins unhanded breast, licking and sucking the nipple, watching it firm and crinkle as the pleasure grew. Meanwhile, kissing her twins shoulder, Natasha moved her hand to her sisters bare Mons, lightly running her cupped hand over it.

Annette gasped at her sisters touch and responded with a similar light touch. The girls made room for each others hand and lifted their leg slightly to offer access to the gentle ministrations of the other. They ran a gentle finger along the slit of the other, gently returning. In some uncanny kind of sixth sense manner, each offered the other a finger to lick and suck, before returning to to the bare slit it came from, where it was welcomed by the opening flower of their womanhood. Slowly teasing each other the entered into the crease and probed each other. Juices now flowing made their fingers move in a widening opening gash until they slipped it into each others vagina's. With a gasp they began to moved their hips to the insistent finger fuck of their twin. 

Heads moved to breasts as they feasted on the others nipples and flesh. the hips of both now rocking against the fingers of the other, the palm of their hands making constant contact with the others clitoris, making the little buds send waves of pleasure to the owners core. Suddenly the gasping intensified and the hips moved with urgent need, crying out they reached orgasm simultaneously rocking hard to get all the pleasure their sisters hand could offer. Their heads came together and they again mashed their lips together, tongues slithering against each other.

Finally they slowed and fell back from each other, fingers numb from the constant squeezing that the orgasmic vagina's had produced. They grinned and sticky hands gently combed each others hair.

"I love you Netty, I really do."

"I love you too Tash, more than I can ever say."

"Whatever else, I now know what I want in my life, and it's you."

"Me to my darling, this is exactly what's been missing from my life, thank you."

They lay side by side, gazing adoringly into each others eyes. Sleep came calling and they cuddled together, pulling the duvet around them, laughing at the ungainly maneuvers needed to get into the bed.

"Would you be upset if I missed training tomorrow morning?"

"Not if you make love to me instead."

"That sounds a good deal."

"It is for me."

"Hah!"

They slept soundly, dreamlessly and in constant touch with each others bodies. They missed training, waking lazily and kissing and cuddling for an hour, finally emerging just in time to shower together, dress and breakfast. 

Returning from work, they found two buff coloured envelopes, in the mail on the mat behind the front door. Inside each was an invitation to attend the Olympic Squad's team building event as a prelude to joining the coaching squad. Recognizing their non stop efforts in training for a place they could never obtain the invite was an overture designed to tap into their vast experience and endeavor. Grinning they threw the letters in the air and came together in a smouldering loving kiss and cuddle. They wouldn't be going, they had a party organised that night.