Alcimedes - House of Unfinished Stories

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." she'd 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.

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... 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.

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."

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

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.

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.

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.

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?"

"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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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."

"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.

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.

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 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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

"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.

"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.

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?"

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.

"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.

In his youthful exuberance, and virginal naiveté, he had failed to notice the error of his aim; the sensation was warm, and soft, and utterly pleasurable, and 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 Kathy’s body to handle. With Bobby's first, powerful thrust into her, Kathy’s 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.

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.

"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

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 Kathy’s 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.

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.

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.