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The Lifeguard
by Alcimedes

It was the waning days of what had been a long summer for Kathy. She had
dreaded the idea that she had been asked to help her Aunt out, working at the
campsite, and so far all of her worst fears had come true. She felt guilty, not
wanting to be there, especially in light of the fact that her Aunt had broken
her hip and was struggling with her recuperation. Just the same, she felt as
though she was being cheated out of her summer, all of her friends at home
going to parties, to the beach, having a good time, while she was stuck in the
middle of nowhere at a run down trailer campsite that even the out-of-the-way
travelers had forgotten about. The Adironacks acid rain had long since killed
the waters here, taking the fishing, the vacationers, and the town with it.

Kathy tried not to dwell on it, instead focusing on the fact that she would be
getting paid for the work, which other than being extremely boring, was
otherwise easy. All that she had to do was maintain the pool, help any campers
and her Aunt with whatever they or she needed, and that was that. She did have
a trailer all to her own and after the initial rush of visitors, things had
slowed down to a slight trickle of newcomers. As the season had worn on, most
of the campers had gone back to where ever they'd come from and the place had
begun to take on a decidedly abandoned atmosphere.

It was still hot enough at night to be uncomfortable inside the trailer, which
lacked air conditioning, and Kathy looked forward to the occasional dip in the
pool. She had decided early on that if she was going to salvage anything out of
this summer, it would be a killer tan to head back to college with, so the pool
had become her second home. It worked out for the best as her Aunt liked the
idea of having a lifeguard at the pool, Kathy laughed to herself at the
thought. Most of the patrons of the campsite were retirees, some having been
regulars for over 35 years, and aside from the occasional ogling that she would
get from the old men, and the looks from their wives, the pool was hardly ever
used. So after dinner, perhaps after reading a little or watching a bit of the
tube, waiting for the mosquitos to have their fill and move on, she would grab
her towel and walk over to the pool for a little late night dip. Most of the
Geritol brigade were long ago asleep, so she had the place essentially to
herself.

There was something both alluring and exciting about her nighttime swim, maybe
it was the moonlight, maybe it was that she had it all to her own, but there
was something definitely stimulating about it, and Kathy would, from time to
time, strip down to her birthday suit and enjoy the sensation of swimming in
the nude. As she did so, her thoughts were of boys, and sex, but mostly of how
much she missed both. Her only fulfillment the entire summer had been a steamy
novel she had been reading, lots of masturbating and an interesting episode not
too long ago. One of the campers, in a Viagra induced psychosis, was chasing his
wife around the park, bare ass naked, sporting a full fledged hard-on,
screaming, "Look, Honey! Look!". Kathy found it incredibly funny, however most
of the elderly female patrons of the park did not and many decided that it was
time to leave for home. The old man wasn't much to look at, but still, she
could picture his dick bobbing up and down as he ran around the place and it
brought a smile to her face, and a tingle to her body every time she thought of
it. "God, am I horny." shed think to herself.

Kathy had finished having dinner with her Aunt, saying her goodnights, and
spent the next few hours finishing up the book that she'd been reading. It was
a good one, filled with lots of sex, romance, intrigue, and more sex... the
things that make a dull night more bearable. It was also unseasonably hot out
and Kathy decided that a swim would suit her well. Stepping into her suit and
grabbing a towel, she headed out for the pool. It was a bit dark out as a
blanket of clouds covered the dim moonlight, but she had no trouble walking the
path as she knew it like one knows the rooms of a house. As she made her way to
the pool, her thoughts wandered back to the images of her book, of the exciting
and erotic final tryst of the heroine. And again, the unmistakable imagery of
Old Man Viagra and that familiar tingle he brought along with him. She
quickened her pace and her thoughts turned to shedding her suit and having a
little skinny-dip tonight. She barely slowed as she swung open the pool gate,
tossing her towel over the back of a chair, diving straight into the dark pool.
She marveled at the sensation of the water on her body, gliding slowly
underwater and gently surfacing for a breath. The water was cool and her skin
felt taught and alive, her nipples hardening at the sensation. Her thoughts
were of slipping out of her suit when she sensed something was not right, that
feeling that you're not alone. She turned slowly around and was positively
startled to realize that there was someone in the pool, making out the
silhouette of someone's head in the far corner of the deep end. She gasped for
a moment, holding her breath, then stood silent and still while her eyes
adjusted to see. It was then that she realized that it was a boy, a boy that
had come to the campsite with his grandparents. She had seen him meandering
around the camp the previous couple of days, looking terribly bored and lonely.
Her Aunt knew the grandparents and Kathy had briefly overheard them talking
about how the boys parents were in the middle of a nasty divorce and that they
had wanted to get him out for a while.

"What are you doing in here!" she snapped, her heart still pounding hard from
the shock.

The boy didn't say a word, treading water wide eyed, just as startled as she
had been.

"I'm sorry, the pool closes at sunset." Kathy said, feeling guilty at having
yelled at him, and turned toward the ladder. She climbed up and out of the
pool, grabbing her towel and drying her face. The boy never made a move to get
out, just tread water, looking up at her.

"I'm sorry." she said again, implying to him that he needed to get out but
still he didn't move.

"I... I cant..." he said in a soft quivering voice.

She looked at him and noticed the rather concerned look on his face.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"I... I..." he stammered out again, and then ducked down under the water for a
moment before bobbing up again, eyes closed and releasing a breath. He opened
his eyes and began looking down into the dark water and then back up to her.

Kathy couldn't see what he seemed to be looking for but decided that he didn't
seem to be in any danger, so she walked over and switched on the pool light.
She walked back to the pools edge, seeing the look on his face had turned even
more concerned. As she looked down at him she began to realize what had
happened and fought back laughing. The boy was swimming nude, his trunks lying
at the bottom of the pool, clinging to the drain. His eyes never left her as he
realized that he'd been caught.

She turned her head quickly to stop him from seeing her amusement at the
situation, turning back to him after composing herself saying, "Well... go on
and get them."


"I.. I.." he started again, " I... can't. They're stuck."


Well, that was too much for Kathy as she couldn't hold back the laughter any
longer, and giggled out loud, covering her mouth.


"Hold on, I know what to do." she said, and turned around still trying her best
not to burst out laughing.


"That poor kid." she thought to herself. She felt almost cruel, laughing at the
boy in what might just be the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to
him, but it was just too funny. She walked around the pool and out the gate,
toward the shallow end, to the pool pump, shutting off it's power so that the
drain would release it's grip on the boys shorts. Walking back to the pool,
trying again compose herself, she saw that he was still just treading water in
the middle of the pool.


"Well, go on." she repeated, a smile on her face, still watching the boy.


Kathy walked around the pools edge as he slipped down under the water, heading
for the drain to free his trunks. As she watched him swim, she could see that
the boy wasn't much of a boy in all respects. He was definitely in the full
swing of puberty and rather nice looking, and well, mature ... for a boy his
age.


She had scarcely noticed his struggling, her eyes straining to make out his
more intimate features under the undulating surface, that he wasn't able to
free his suit. He surfaced again, letting out a deep breath, still treading
water in front of her and staring up at her wide eyed.


"Its... I..." he stuttered out almost pathetically.


"Hang on," she said. "I'll get it for you."


"This is too much.", she thought sheepishly to herself. "I've gotta have some
fun with this."

She walked slowly toward the steps at the shallow end of the pool, fixing her
eyes directly at him as she purposefully stepped down into the pool with an
obvious and enticing sway to her hips. She was watching the boys face, never
releasing her gaze, to see what his reaction would be. His eyes opened even
wider than before and became transfixed on her. She was taking great delight in
this tease, enjoying the idea of this boy staring at her. She had never been
embarrassed about her looks, having been blessed with a slender figure and
ample bosom; her tight, low cut one piece bathing suit accentuating her
breasts, it's high and narrow cut at the hips drawing the boys eyes to her thin
waist, and the curves of her hips and legs. She was becoming very turned on by
the thought of this boy, this young man, watching her. She continued to walk
slowly into the water, each step bringing her deeper in the water and closer to
him. She slowly slid down into the water, gently swimming directly at the boy.
He back pedaled slightly as she approached, before she disappeared into the
water right in front of him. She headed down to the drain, finding his trunks
and giving them a tug. They were indeed stuck, but with a little coaxing began
to come free. She wanted to prolong the moment for a bit longer, so she let go
of the shorts and slowly headed back up, taking a good long look at the his
wriggling body underneath the water. The light from the pool glimmered off of
his smooth legs and made his skin look incredibly soft. She purposefully
brushed his leg on her way up, causing him, in a startled motion, to turn
toward her. Kathy popped to the surface about three feet in front of him, face
to face, and she reveled at the look on his face.

Without saying a word, she just smiled at him and slipped back under the water.
Heading back down, her eyes sought him out and she could almost feel the
sensation of electricity in herself as she gazed upon his manhood bobbing in
the water before her. She continued to sink down further, examining him from
below, almost as an afterthought reaching down freeing his suit. His legs were
beginning to take on the cut shape of a mans, his belly still flat and
hairless. She could see that his mind must be reeling as his member began to
slowly stretch and thicken. It was beautiful, smooth and soft looking, with
just a slight tuft of soft brown hair to make it stand out against his skin.
His scrotum looked smooth as well, having only a slight peach fuzz of hair on
it. It swayed to the motions of his swimming, like a pendulum, having an almost
hypnotic effect on her.


Looking up at him from under the water, she thought to herself, "I wonder what
would he'd do if I grabbed it on the way up?"

"He'd probably cum right in the water." she answer herself, no sooner the
thought running through her mind, wondering what that would look like, that she
sensed how incredibly aroused she was by the idea. Without even a conscious
thought, she brushed his now semi erect penis with her fingertips as she made
her way back up.

This time she surfaced very close to the boy, close enough that she could see
him clearly and sense the nervousness coming from him. He didn't look at all
like the boy she had seen shuffling his feet around the campsite, somehow he
looked different now; older, almost losing his boyishness and taking on the
look of a young man. Ready to...? He unpursed his lips as if to say something,
but before he could utter a word she slid back under, lowering herself down to
his waist, admiring the site before her eyes and gently grabbed his hold of his
penis, feeling him swell as she gently massage it with her grip. He thrashed in
the water for a brief second, but then was still. She slowly let herself rise
out of the water, still holding on to him, and heard him moan.

"W... wh... why did y-you do that?" he stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Shhh..." she said, wrapping her hand around him tighter. "Don't say a word,
I'm not gonna hurt you."

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but she stopped him, placing her
fingers on his lips and saying, "Do you want me to say something about you
swimming around here in the middle of the night, doing what you were doing?"

The boy said nothing, only shaking his head back and forth slowly to say no.

"It'll feel real good, OK?" she whispered to him

He stared wide eyed at her as if to ask "What", the look of angst showing on
his face.

"Shhh..." she said softly.
"Not a word... just relax and you'll see." she told him, answering his unspoken
question.

She released her grip on him and began sliding her fingers gently up, then down
his shaft. The boy barely moved, his body tensing with the excitement, his legs
moving just enough to keep his head above the water. With her free hand she
reached behind him, slowly guiding him as she moved them both toward shallower
water. As she reached to where her feet were supporting her, she resumed her
exploration of him. She slid her finger over the end of his penis and could
feel the slick lubrication that it had expunged. She swirled it over the head
of his penis, enjoying the feel of it, mixing it with the water. The boy still
had to tread water to maintain himself, which he found increasingly difficult
to do as his breath was becoming unconsciously more labored.

With her free hand, the girl slid her fingers down and over the boys scrotum,
feeling the smoothness of his feathery soft sac. At her touch, it began to
tighten and his penis stiffen even further. She could sense the building
tension in the boy as his legs began kicking faster, raising him slightly
higher in the water. She grabbed his penis firmly with her hand and began to
pump him, slowly at first, increasing the length and speed of her action as his
breath became shorter. The boy struggled against the overpowering sensations,
his body beginning to stiffen, all that he could sense was the tremendous
pleasure in his groin.

Faster, she pumped him, pulling the velvety soft skin up and down in the palm
of her hand. "Yes... that feels good." she thought to herself.

"More..." she sensed, "Faster.."

"Faster..."

"Faster..."

"Yes..."

"Yes...!", she felt the head of his penis swell and strain as it erupted his
release, her hand never slowing as the boy began to climax. She could feel the
tension of his entire body as it clenched itself in a moment of utter
concentration. She slid her free hand under the cheek of his behind, gently
lifting his near weightless body, as he had begun to sink down under the water,
totally oblivious to anything other than the pumping of her hand. His head
leaned back, his eyes clenched shut as the orgasm rocked him. His thighs
squeezed around her waist as she continued to empty him, his head reaching back
to where he was nearly prone, her one hand still supporting him and the other
pumping furiously. She bent her knees, dropping herself down under the water so
that she could see him clearly, the luminescent light of the pool bathing his
swollen penis in her pistoning hand, still gushing out his pleasure. She slowed
her motions as she felt his body begin to relax, squeezing him slightly harder,
continuing to milk him in a gentle fashion. She marveled at the streams of cum
as they floated gently in the water in front of her, clinging to her skin as
they drifted between them, then disappearing, and felt an overpowering urge to
taste him. She lifted herself up enough to gasp a breath of air, thinking of
nothing but returning to fulfill her desire when suddenly the boy came alive.

His legs began swimming again and she felt his hands on her shoulders as he
moved to free himself from her grasp. She released her hold on him softly, as
if to release a butterfly and stepped slowly backward, leaving him to tread
water again. His breathing was hard and his eyes once again wide, darting
around from her to the pools edge, down at his crotch and back to her again.
Just as quickly, he dove under the water retrieving his suit and swimming over
to the pools edge. He clambered out of the pool as quickly as he could,
struggling to pull his swimsuit up and over his still full erection, almost in
one single motion. Not bothering to tie the dangling strings of his trunks, he
briefly stopped motionless, staring down into the water at her. She was
breathing hard, as was he, when he relaxed enough to show a slight smile to her
before dashing toward the pool gate, and then was gone.

"Oh my God!" Kathy thought to herself, her mind still reeling from the
excitement of what had just happened. She had never felt so hot in all of her
life, her body was quivering, her nipples ached with stiffness, her clitoris
burning with anticipation. She couldn't concentrate on what had happened, she
couldn't concentrate on anything at all. She had already succumb to her
unconscious needs, sliding her hand underneath her swimsuit and reaching for
her herself. As her fingers found their target, her orgasm was near
instantaneous. It rocked her so hard that her knees buckled, sinking her down
into the water again, unable to control herself. She let the waves of pleasure
wash through her without an ounce of resistance, floating onto her back and
drifting slowly across the pool.

"Oh my god..." was all she thought.

******

Kathy finally drifted off to sleep late that night, but not after long
consternation about what had happened. It was almost as if she'd lost control
of herself, doing what she done. It was not like her, it was not her, and yet
there was the voice in her that continued to reminder her of how incredibly
turned on she had felt, how incredibly powerful it had all been. She
rationalized that the boy wasn't going to say anything, at least she hoped,
...who'd believe him anyway? Lying in her bed, finally letting herself relax,
her thoughts drifted her back to the pool, her fingers finding their way,
masturbating herself away to sleep.

******

Kathy woke in a startled manner the following morning, her thoughts still on
the last night. She decided to work off her anxiety about it all, and also to
make herself scarce to the campsite. She dressed herself quickly and headed out
to do her chores, greeting her aunt with a smile and a "good morning". Her Aunt
seemed to be in a pleasant mood, difficult for her with the pain that she still
suffered through, and talked to Kathy about some of the things that they needed
to do that day. Her Aunt never let a day go by that she didn't thank Kathy for
all of the help that she'd been, and Kathy appreciated that. The morning went
quickly for her as she concentrated on her chores, stopping at noon to have a
little lunch with her Aunt. The two of them sat in the front office of the
campsite sharing a salad that Kathy had made when the office door opened,
chiming the bells hung on it.

"Well, hello there!" her Aunt called out, looking past Kathys shoulder to the
visitors. Kathy turned to say the same, when she realized that it was the
grandparent's of the boy from the pool last night. She nearly choked on her
lunch, excusing herself and coughing aloud.

"Hello." said the grandmother in a cheerful tone. "I just wanted to stop by and
thank you all for being so nice, as usual." she went on.

"You're not leaving just yet are you?" Kathys Aunt replied.

"Well, not today, but probably some time tomorrow. We're not sure what time
we'll be leaving but I saw the two of you in here and wanted to make sure that
I, that we, had a chance to say good bye."

"That is so sweet of you" her Aunt replied. " I'm sorry to hear that you're
leaving so soon."

"Me too." The woman added.

"I wanted to thank you as well..." the woman said, looking directly at Kathy.
She could feel her own heart beating in her ears as the woman spoke to her,
"...for looking after our grandson." The woman finished her words with a soft
and genuine smile, bringing a wave of relief over Kathy. She thanked the two
again and headed off with a wave and a smile.

"She's such a nice woman." Kathys Aunt said, returning to her salad.


******

The stress of the worrying had taken it's toll on Kathy, and with the relief of
the conversation at lunch, it had drained most all of her energy. After
finishing her last chores, she went back to her trailer for a long, and much
needed rest. She quickly drifted off to sleep, lying on her bed, her thoughts
once again wandering back to the night before. She slept right through dinner
and on into the evening. When she awoke, she realized how late it was and
cursed herself for sleeping so long. "I'm gonna be up all night." she thought
to herself. She fixed a quick snack and watched a bit of television, more to
kill the time than of any real interest.

Before long, Kathy snapped off the TV, finding nothing at all to keep her
attention and sat silently in her trailer. She listened to the sounds out her
window, the slow breeze filtering through the trees. She stepped out side of
her trailer door, taking a few steps out from underneath it's awning and looked
up into the night sky. A thin veil of clouds, drifting slowly above, covered the
moon making it's shape soft and fuzzy. The freshness of the air felt good in her
lungs as she took in a long slow breath. It had been a long time since she had
felt this good. A gentle puff of wind stirred the beach towel hanging from the
clothesline, catching her attention. Looking at the towel, and her thoughts
went to the pool, of last night, of how excited she had felt and of how she
wanted to feel that again. The slightest of thoughts that she shouldn't entered
her mind, but with another blowing breeze against her skin, the decision was
already made. She stepped back into her trailer, out of her clothes, and into
her swimsuit.

Walking again down the dark pathway, she listened to the breeze and it's sound
quickened her pace. As she gazed down from the trees to the clearing of the
pool, she noticed that the gate was ajar and she slowed herself, taking quiet
steps to see who was inside. At the far end of the pool, standing in the
shallow end with the water just at his waist was the young boy. The moonlight
glistened off of his water slicked hair and shoulders that seemed broad as his
arms hung down and in front of him. His head hung down, looking at the water,
his hips pushed forward arching the small of his back. Kathy stood silently
watching him, watching his stillness save for the slow gentle motion of his arm.

"Oh my god..." she thought once again, as if it were a dream, wanting it to be
true.

She slipped through the gate, not wanting to make a sound, all the while never
talking her eyes off of the site. The scene looked so serene, so peaceful, so
magical, as if she were not really there. The boy, looking so much more like a
man, standing there, exploring himself so gently, it was captivating to her. So
much so that she continued her movement toward him, wanting to see more, never
giving a thought that her might see her. She was at the pools edge, nearly
beside him, when a strong breeze blew along the treetops, down into the
clearing of the pool and into the opened gate, causing it to clang it's latch
as it was pushed shut.

The noise of the gate startled the young man, spinning him around to see what
was its cause in alarm. He spun toward the the girl, still holding himself as
he turned, and the sight of her pounded him like a bolt of lightning. Upon pure
instinct, he wheeled himself back around away from her site, both of his arms
snapping to cover himself. And there he stood, still and silent, looking
forlornly down at the water.

Kathy had felt the lightning as well, a tremendous wave of guilt passing
through her as she felt like Eve, having stolen the Apple from this picture of
paradise. She couldn't say a word, standing there feeling terrible for how she
had made him feel about himself. She knew that if there if was a chance to undo
what she'd done, a penance of removing the guilt that she'd caused him, it would
have to be now.

She dropped her towel at her feet and walked to the stairs of the pools,
cautiously stepping down and into the water. The young man still stood silently
in the water, turning only slightly more to conceal himself from her. She dipped
herself under the water, cooling herself as she slowly approached him. Gently
reaching out and stroking his shoulders, she pulled herself close to him,
hearing him faintly whispering to himself, "I'm sorry...", his head still
hanging low.

She pulled herself tight to him, whispering into his ear, "Shhh... its ok."

She slid her hands softly and gently down his arms, stroking them gently.

"I should be the one saying I'm sorry.", she slowly continued. "What you were
doing was a beautiful and natural thing." , she added, feeling his tension
subsiding.

She kissed along the nape of his neck, sliding a hand from his arm across to
his chest, causing him to relax even more. She stroked her other hand down his
arm further, letting it come to a rest on the back of his. She gently pulled
his hand aside, sliding her hand off of his and onto his thigh. His head leaned
back as her hand moved upward, cupping underneath his scrotum. His breath
quickly became stronger, his erection strong and hard as she grasped him. She
stroked him slowly, kissing his neck and feeling his chest rising and falling
quickly. With a suddenness that she hadn't expected, his body tensed, pressing
back onto her, and he began to cum. His hips jerked forward in a spasm as he
released himself into the water, his chest vibrating her hand with a low and
guttural groan. He lifted himself up onto his toes as he spasmed again, then
again, straining in his groin to find the sensation of her hand. Kathy was
overcome by the power and speed of his orgasm, enraptured by the thought of his
volatile sexual excitement, her breath quickly increasing to match his.

His body spasmed once more before falling limp against hers, the warmth of his
body leaning against her, she tasted the salty flavor of the sweat on his neck.
She felt him return again as he tried to straighten himself, but this time she
held him close, not wanting to release him yet.

"Shhh...,Shhh...", she whispered once again in his ear. "It's okay... its all
right...", and his body began to relax once again. "I liked that...", she said,
continuing to stroke his slowly softening penis, pulling them both down deeper
into the water to cool off.

She gently released him, sensing that his instinct to flee had gone, and dipped
herself under the water, coming up beside him.

"A woman can feel that way too." She said, gently lifting her hand to his face
to turn him toward her.

She took a step back from him, crossing her arms in front and slipping her suit
straps off of her shoulders. Staring intently into his eyes as they followed her
every movement, she slowly lowered her arms, letting the suit come down with
them, uncovering her breasts. Her nipples stood hard in the night air, the
sensation of the breeze making them tingle with excitement. She continued
slipping her suit downward, sliding her hands down into the water, pulling the
suit down over her hips. His eyes were locked on her chest as she bent forward
stepping out and discarding her suit, her eyes still watching his.

As she stood to straighten herself, she took a half step toward him, his eyes
still not having left her body. Without saying a word, slowly lifted his hand
up out of the water, he tentatively touched her breast. His fingers felt soft
against her skin and she marveled at the tenderness of his caress. He was
slovenly transfixed on her breasts, and she could sense his inexperienced
trepidation, not knowing what he could, or should do next. She alleviated his
nervousness, taking lead as she slowly lifted her opposite hand, gently
stroking down his arm, resting it on his, cupping it over her bosom. She
continued her motion with a slow turn, holding his hand tight to her, winding
him around her as she went. She nestled into him, pressing her back against his
chest, feeling the warmth of him in the cooling water, and sliding her cheeks
into his hips. She felt his other hand brush against her side as it made it's
way around her, sliding onto her belly and cautiously wandering its way down.
She released the pressure of her hand on his, over her breast, so that he could
continue to explore her, his fingers making their way directly to her hardened
nipple. His other hand continued it's descent down, his lips brushing the nape
of her neck, his breath warm on her, until he reached the tuft of hair between
her legs. He ran his fingers gently through it, continuing down to cup her
mound.

Again she sensed his hesitation, his tension increasing her excitement as she
relished the thought of guiding this boy into manhood, teaching him to please
her as she pleased herself, savoring his youthful excitement. Gently motioning
his fingers into position, her nipple resting between his thumb and finger, she
softly squeezed them together, pinching then rolling it with his fingers. The
sensation was electric, sending a shock directly downward to her clitoris as if
they were connected. Her thighs gently parted, opening for him to further
explore. He began to lean backward, still holding her close, easing the weight
on her feet, allowing her to lift and spread herself even more. He stepped them
both deeper into the water, her body now light enough to float freely, held by
his grasp. She drew her knees upward, his middle finger feeling the the
slickness of her inner lips, slowly his digit penetrated her, exploring for the
first time the warmth and softness inside her.

"Yeeeessssssss....", The word limply hissed from her unmoving lips.

He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, lightly squeezing it,
tugging at it, the pressure of it increasing, and Kathy couldn't take much
more. With each pinch, her clitoris burned more and more, desperately begging
for attention, wanting to be found. Her hand on his, she gently pulled his
probing fingers out from her, sliding it up and onto her hardened clitoris,
pressing his finger down, rubbing it hard on it's mark, her legs quivering from
the sensation.

"Yesss!" she moaned out.
"Oh Yes... there...", letting him know of her pleasure.

"There...", she would moan with each and every pass his finger would make over
her clit, but she didn't really need to. He could feel her body spasm with
every rub and he quickly learned where to go. He pressed down harder on her ,
her reaction one of pleasure , he quickened his pace.

"Yes... More..", she moaned.

His other fingers pinched and squeezed at her nipple even harder, her breath
quickening more as the warmth of his breath on her neck heighten her excitement.

"More..." she though to herself, unable to speak any longer.

"Yes... there... yes..."

"Yes... faster..."

"Yes... yeeeeesssssss...", it was all that she could stand until she let
herself go. The orgasm gushed through her like a bursting dam, flowing with
waves of heat and pleasure through her body. Her legs pulled up, her knees
coming out of the water and widening to give him full exposure to her. He never
slowed his finger as it whipped back and forth over her, continuing to shower
her with waves of climax. Her body tensed and tightened, curling her up, her
belly tight and quivering until at last she began to release. He let his
fingers slide from her as she lowered her legs, trying to catch her breath,
almost folding into him under the squeezing of his arm.

As her hips moved back to meet his, she could feel that his strength had
returned, his warm and hard penis gently nestling its way between the vertical
line of her cheeks. She pressed back hard against his meeting member, sliding
herself up, then down, feeling the strength of his youthful shaft.

She wanted more, she wanted it all, and she knew that he was ready. She pressed
back on him, moving him toward shallower water, before she turned around, his
hands never leaving contact with her. She lifted her hands onto his shoulders,
feeling his hands slide down along her waist, as she raised herself up close to
him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her chest against his face,
and positioned herself above his straining manhood. He gently found her nipple
with his lips and suckled with vigor, the sensation causing a wave of flushness
and lubrication through her, and she eased herself down onto his seeringly hot
erection. The filling sensation was total for her, pressing down harder and
harder as she wanted him deep inside. He groaned at the newfound sensation of
her warmth and pressed back to meet her, mutually sensing the desire to
penetrate deeper. Finding the base of his shaft, she began to grind herself
onto him, searching for the last length of him, his hands gripping her hips
hard, pulling with equal force. When he had sensed that he could penetrate no
deeper, the uncontrollable urge to feel the sensation again took over him as he
lifted her up and pulled her crashing down onto him. He scarcely heard her moan
as he lifted her again, then again, each time feeling her squeeze his penis as
he pulled then thrust. She leaned herself away from his chest, throwing her
head back toward the water, pulling them deeper into the water. As her back
found the water, she released her grip on his shoulders, releasing herself to
him, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he continued to thrust.

His fevered pounding churned the water of the pool, stabbing into her with all
of his being.

"Yesss!", she moaned out, "Harder..."

His pace was quickening to a fury as he could no longer control himself,
pulling and thrusting , wanting to find a release to this torturous pleasure.

"Yes... faster...," she cried out.

His motions quickened, the thrusts shortening.

"Yes..."

His hips moved in a blur as he felt the orgasm building inside of him.

"Now...", she cried again. "Now..."

His cock swelled with tensioned anticipation as he reached his climax, the
moment consuming him as he exploded inside of her. With each pump of his seed,
his hips thrust his penis deep inside of her with a power and depth that
neither had yet felt. It was all that she needed to send her over the top as
she met his climax with her own.

"Yes!... Come in me!... Come in me!..." She moaned out.

She could feel the heat of his release as he came in her again and again,
filling her inside, impaling her with his hardness.

"Ohhh god...", she cried out, unable to control the sounds coming from inside
of her.

He continued to plunge into her, slowing his pace but increasing his strength
with each stab, her legs weakening and losing the strength to hold on any
longer. He slowed to a stop, still holding himself deep inside of her, not
wanting to release her, until his softening penis slid gently out of her and
into the cool water. He relaxed his grip on her as she slowly drifted from him,
her head still resting on the waters surface, her chest rising and falling with
deep breaths. She could feel the water as it eddied between her still opened
thighs, enjoying the coolness of its touch against her still tingling vagina.

"Oh, my god..." was all that she could think, "Oh, my god..."

*****

Kathy enjoyed the serenity of the moment, slowly drifting on her back, as she
floated in the pool. She had closed her eyes and listened to the silence of
having her ears submersed under the cool water. She thought of nothing, of
peacefulness, of how incredibly relaxed she felt at that very moment. She had
heard no sign of the boy, nor any movement from him in the water, but right now
it didn't matter. He could have been running through the park screaming at the
top of his lungs and she wouldn't have cared; she felt too good... right here,
right now. Time had come to a halt.

It wasn't until she let herself slip completely under the water, then slowly
lift herself back up, that she heard the young boy; a long sigh from the
opposite side of the pool. It suprised her that he was still there, having felt
as though she'd been floating for what seemed like hours, and Kathy decided that
she'd better go and at least talk to the poor boy. It obviously had been a
monumental experience for him today, and she felt as though she owed it to both
herself and to him that it end on a proper note. She dipped down under the water
and slowly swam to the shallow end and toward the boy. She surfaced to see him
sitting on the top stair of the pool, the water resting at his lap. He gently
covered himself as she approached, his hands resting gently over his crotch,
his legs pressed together. Keeping her head just above the water, her body
still immersed, she swam up to him and stopped at his knees. He sat looking
down at her, a nervous smile on his face, and she smiled back at him, almost
amused at his shyness.

"I... Im leaving in the morning..." The boy stammered out.

Kathy didn't say a word, just looked at him with admiration of his innocence
and smiled. He opened his mouth as if to begin speaking again but no words came
out, his face becoming tense.

"Shhhh..." Kathy said, gently lifting her hands onto his knees. She could feel
his tension growing, his legs feeling stiff and rigid, and Kathy knew that he
must be swirling with emotions and questions.

For an instant her mind raced back to the time when she had lost her virginity;
how eagerly she wanted to loose the stigma of it, but at the same time how
pressured she'd felt into it, and then how afraid she'd felt after exposing
herself so utterly. She'd felt as though the whole experience had been one of
such tension and insecurity that she'd missed out on what it was all about. For
quite some time, she tried to convince herself perhaps that's what it supposed
to be like, but she never really believed herself. Her boyfriend at the time
would turn out, and in hindsight always had been, an asshole. It was then that
she realized that it was up to her to make it right, to give this boy come
young man the chance that she'd been denied, and she suddenly felt very good
about herself.

"What's your name?" Kathy asked softly, almost in a whisper.

"B...Bobby." He replied, a crackle in his voice.

"Bobby... I want you to listen to me, Okay?" She spoke with genuine care and
concern, a soothing tone to her voice.

The boy just nodded his answer.

"Bobby... I think I know what you're feeling right now, and I want you to know
that it's okay to feel that way." She said in a soft voice.

She could feel his tension ease a bit as a slight smile came across his face.
"I felt that way too." She added. His smile grew larger, his body softening
it's stress at her words.

"Bobby... you made me feel wonderful," she continued, "...better than I have in
a long time. I hope that I was able to make you feel good, too?"

Although he never said a word, he answered her with a beaming smile and she
could feel his body release it's tension under her touch.

"I'm glad." She said. "Because I wanted you to feel good, I wanted us both to
feel good. Do you understand?"

The young boy gave her an unknowing nod, his smile still beaming.

She continued on, "Sometimes it's important to figure things out, to
understand, before..."

She paused for a moment, realizing that her words were becoming lost on him,
his eyes beginning to get a distant look to them.

"...but sometimes it's better just to let things happen, just relax and enjoy
the moment, not worry about what it all means." She slid her hands up his
thighs and stroked them softly, feeling them loosen and part as she did so.
"Okay?"

Again he answered her silently, gently letting his hands fall to his side as
she touched him.

"I... understand." He replied softly. "I think..."


"That's okay, Bobby." She interrupted him. "Someday you will."

"I think I should go now." He said, sounding unsure of himself.

"If you want to, Bobby." Kathy said to him. "I'm going to stay and swim a
little longer. You can stay if you want."

"But...wh...whats your name?" He asked as she stepped away from him, sliding
back down into the water.

"It's not really important, is it?" She replied with a wink, then turned from
him and began to slowly swim away.

Kathy half expected to hear the boy leave the pool, convinced that the boy's
energy was surely spent. Slowly she swam around, purposely not looking his way,
leaving open for him the opportunity to make leave without any complications or
feelings of obligation. After having seen his exit the previous night she was
sure that he would head out. But much to her suprise, she heard the sound not
of him leaving, but of him getting back fully into the water. Still, she
continued to avoid his gaze, even as he approached her from behind.

She marveled at his boldness, this transformation from a shy and insecure boy
to an assertive young man, as he gently wrapped his arms around her waist and
pulled himself close to her. As he did so, she realized the motivation of his
aggressiveness as she felt his velvety stiffness press against her backside.
She pondered in amazement his libido, stunned and suprised by the speed and
strength with which his erection had returned. He slid his hand up to her
breast and gently caressed her nipple, provoking a soft moan in response from
her.

"Yesss...." She whispered out to him, and ground her hips against his rock
hardness, feeling it press against her cheeks.

She bent herself forward, spreading her legs slightly, and felt his hands
return down to her hips. He instinctively grabbed hold of them firmly and
pressed his hips to hers with force, grinding his cock against her.

"Yes, Bobby, that's it." She moaned out to him. "I'm ready..."

He pulled his hips back, flexing his knees slightly, then leaning over forward
to match her, gently guided his member between her thighs.

"Yessss..." She moaned again, feeling the touch of penis as it nestled its
length along her crotch, gently brushing against her lips with it's swollen
head. Kathy slid her hand down between her legs, gently stroking the underside
of his cock and feeling his lubrication as she rubbed on it's head. He was
beginning to thrust his hips against the friction of her fingers, searching
unconsciously for his goal and she could feel his tension rising. She gently
gripped his cock and pushed it back, feeling the need to bend, ever so
slightly, forward to accommodate his entrance. She released her hold on him,
sliding her fingers up to her mound and penetrated herself with her finger,
pulling back out to spread her lips and guide him in. It was then that she felt
his grip on her hips strengthen, then a newfound tingling sensation as the tip
of his cock pressed on her backside. The sensation was exciting until it
occurred to her; his youthful inexperience.

"Bobby...wait...not there..." She said in a slightly excited tone, but her
words were lost on him. It was too late.

With one powerful motion Bobby thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep
inside of Kathy. In his youthful exuberance, and virginal naivet, he had failed
to notice the error of his aim; the sensation was warm, and soft, and utterly
pleasurable. Without another thought on his mind, he immediately began to crash
his hips forward, searching for deepness within her; again and again.

The complete and total shock of the event was too much for Kathys body to
handle. With Bobby's first, powerful thrust into her, Kathys lungs instantly
inhaled a massive flood of air, filling themselves so completely that it felt
to her as if they were going to explode. Her mind screamed out in pain at the
sensation of being ripped in half by his cock, but her voice was silent as her
lungs held tight to their quarry, her ears were ringing and a dizziness
descended on her. It was only then that her body released it's breath, emptying
as quickly as her lungs had filled and leaving her gasping for another. As
another cry of pain formed in her mind, Bobby thrust into her again, forcing
her breath from her once more. Her entire body had become rigid from the pain,
her legs stiff, her toes barely reaching the bottom of the pool; unable to find
the grip to pull herself away from her impalement.

Unable to speak, unable to move, and unable to resist the young boy's amorous
grip, her fingers which had been holding herself open for him instinctually
found their way to her clitoris, hoping to find an antidote to the pain. His
thrusts were increasing in speed and strength, and her fingers began to match
his fury in an effort to expel it's new and uninvited visitor. Her sphincter
clamped down hard on his cock, squeezing it tightly and instinctively she began
to strain against its penetration. The energy spent was rewarded with a
relieving of the pain, her fingers still dancing wildly on her clitoris, and
slowly the searing pain began to subside.

"Uuuugghhh...Uuuugghhh...Uuuugghhh..."" Her voice began to release a guttural
groan with each thrust of him into her.


"Wait...." She was finally able to grunt out breathlessly, "...wait!"

Bobby heard her calls, slowing to a stop, still buried deep inside of her.

"Wait, Bobby..." She called out to him again, her voice sounding weak and
strained, "...wait."

With the pounding stopped and the pain subsiding, Kathy became aware of the
incredible feeling emanating from inside of her. Her fingers were still
frantically massaging her clitoris to growing waves of pleasure and her body
felt completely filled by the sensation of Bobby's cock deep in her ass.

"Wait..." She said again, her body relaxing slowly and beginning to ease it's
tension.

It was only then that Bobby began to sense her heightened state; the panting of
her breath, her vigorous massaging of herself, and he became aware of the grip
of her sphincter as it clenched around the base of his cock, still twitching as
it struggled to relax.

"Slow..." Kathy moaned out, "...go slow"

And so he began...

"Hhhhmmmm..." Bobby released the sound from his nose as he slowly drew back his
penis, then slid it back in.

"Yesssss...." Whispered Kathy, beginning to enjoy this newfound pleasure.

"Hhhhmmm..." He grunted again, once more taking up his rhythmic penetrations
into her, building faster and faster.

"Yes, Bobby, yes..." Her panting began to quicken, matching his accelerating
thrusts.

"Hhmm...Hhmm...Hhmm..." He couldn't wait any longer, grabbing her hips tightly
and he began to crash into her with all of his might.

"Oh, God!..."
"Oh, God...yes..."
"Fuck me...fuck me..." She cried out, her orgasm building as quickly as his.

It was all that young Bobby could take, his cock straining to explode. Finally
reaching his orgasm, his cock pumped and pumped, his balls striving to relieve
themselves but having no more cum left to give. It didn't matter to Bobby, he
could feel the strength of his erection clear down between his legs, as if he
were merely resting on his pistoning appendage, and he continued to come.

Kathy reached orgasm just as she felt Bobby's cock swell one last time inside
of her, her fingers frantically masturbating herself, her throat horse from the
groans emanating from deep within her, waves of exctasy flushing through her
entire body. She felt dizzy again, swirling from the sensations of her orgasm
when he finally pulled out of her. The sensation was like releasing the cork
from a bottle, her body collapsing with the feeling of being emptied.

*****


Bobby had released his grip on Kathys hips, slowly sliding himself out from
inside of her and feeling completely drained and satisfied, when he heard a
noise from the direction of the trailers. It was the sound of a screen door
slamming shut, piercing through the darkness and catching him by suprise. It
startled him, sending a shiver of panic through him. Whether this woman, this
angel in the night, had heard it or not Bobby didn't know. Nor was he willing
to wait to find out.

He lunged to the side of the pool, grabbing his swimsuit as he reached the edge
and hoisted himself out of the water in one fell swoop. Kathy had not heard the
noise, but was startled by the sudden motions of the boy, turning to see him as
he leapt out of the pool. Just as suddenly as he had the night before, he paused
for a moment and looked deeply and compassionately at her, a smile growing on
his face.
And then he was gone.

Kathy sank back under the water, overwhelmed by what had just happened, and
found relief as she knew that her legs would not support her just yet. The
stinging of her anus was overcome by the excitement she felt, at this; her
second deflowering so to speak. And as before, it had been both terrifying and
exhilarating. But this time, she knew, she had done it right.