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From: phoenlxarlzona@aol.com (Phoebe and Michael)
Subject: {ASSM} Swimming Pool Submission (MMM/F-teen, rp, gb, v)
Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2003 17:10:04 -0500
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Swimming Pool Submission (MMM/F-teen, rp, gb, v)
By Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

I'd done it a dozen times before. Sneaking into my 
neighbor's backyard pool late at night was something I 
was getting used to doing. I always thought that if 
someone caught me I'd be able to talk myself out of 
trouble. 

Being a cute girl had always been some protection against 
the wrath that could have otherwise fallen on me when I 
misbehaved. I'd just look really scared and even cry a 
little and the person yelling at me would always end up 
comforting me and I'd always get away with whatever I'd 
done.

I lived in Phoenix Arizona at the time and we didn't have 
a swimming pool. My folks didn't want to run up high 
energy bills so we had to sweat it out all night, and I 
just finally got tired of being hot all the time and came 
up with my late night pool sojourns.

One night I finally got caught sneaking into our next-
door neighbor's pool so I had to look farther a field. I 
didn't really know the neighborhood that well only having 
lived there since the beginning of school that fall. But 
I did know who had a pool and who didn't.

So I made the fateful decision one Saturday night to 
invade the back yard of someone I didn't really know that 
lived 4 houses down from us. I knew that some college 
guys lived there and figured that if I got caught I'd be 
able to bat my eyes at them innocently and talk my way 
out of trouble again.

Boy was I wrong.

Around 11 o'clock I successfully negotiated the walk down 
the street in my bathing suit and bare feet. No one saw 
me as I snuck past the unlocked gate and quietly slipped 
into the swimming pool. It was heaven; the cool water 
instantly lowered my body temperature and made me feel 
almost human again after sweltering all day.

I was floating on my back enjoying the feeling of cool 
refreshing water when I felt something touch my left 
breast. I panicked and submerged, taking in a mouthful of 
pool water. When I came to the surface sputtering, I 
realized that I was no longer alone in the pool.

There were three dark shapes ringed around me. I knew 
that I was in trouble, but I didn't know just how much. I 
tried to clear my throat and was about to tell them how 
sorry I was for trespassing on their property when one of 
the shapes moved toward me so that I could tell that it 
was a guy who looked to be in his late twenties.

Then the other two guys moved in on me and I became 
really frightened. I knew that I had no right to be 
there, and I was afraid that they were going to hurt me 
or something. I backed away but didn't move fast enough 
because the guy who made the first move grabbed my arm 
and tugged me to him.

I was in shock when he pulled me close to his body, and 
with one fist gripping my hair he brutally kissed me, 
biting my lip and jamming his tongue into my mouth. I 
struggled harder but he was too strong for me.

Suddenly all three of them were up close and I felt my 
swimsuit being tugged at. I felt the material tearing 
away and the uncomfortable sensation of being naked in 
the water beside these strange scary men.

I struggled harder; my breath was coming fast and harsh 
now. I was frightened beyond anything I'd ever 
experienced before. Why were these men doing this? Who 
were they?

Then I thought about what I should do and I yelled at the 
top of my lunges. I screamed. Then suddenly I saw stars 
and experienced a searing pain at the back of my head. I 
was struggling to breathe now, in total shock. Someone had 
hit me from behind and then dunked me under the water. 
They held me under. I couldn't breathe. I was drowning. I 
began to breathe water and my senses turned gray as I 
felt myself losing consciousness.

Then I was finally yanked up out of the water by my 
hair. I was in pain and completely panicked now. I was 
sputtering and sobbing in fear. One of the men swam up to 
me and pulled my arm behind my back and growled into my 
ear, "You little bitch, if you make one more sound I'll 
personally hold you under until you're dead. You got 
that?"

All I could do was nod my head, my throat still burned 
from breathing water and I was so scared now that I 
couldn't have talked if I'd wanted to.

I jumped as I felt a hand roughly thrust between my legs. 
OH MY GOD! They were going to molest me. OH FUCK NO! How 
could this be happening to me, what had I ever done to 
deserve this?

I knew that I'd gotten myself into this and that all I 
could do was try to live through it. I knew that I would 
do just about anything to stop these men from fucking me. 
I had always taken particular care of my body and hadn't 
even let my boyfriends do anything to it other than 
touch. Now I had to contend with strangers who could have 
any kind of disease even a deadly one. That thought made 
me shiver in the cool water with renewed fear.

Then suddenly I was being lifted up and pulled to one of 
the men. I felt something pressing up between my legs, 
pressing against my unprotected pussy. I knew that this 
man was trying to stick himself into me and I started to 
silently struggle against him. I squirmed and wriggled, 
trying to get away.

It was no use though because soon the other two men moved 
in and held me tight. I was exhausted, I had been 
struggling against three strong men for what seemed like 
hours and I knew that I couldn't fight back much longer.

Then as I continued to kick and hit and wriggle around, 
feebly hitting at my attacker I felt him pressing into 
me. It was a strange feeling, almost like having a bowel 
movement except that it was in the front. I knew what was 
happening, but there was nothing I could do about it.

As I felt the man work his way deeper into me I finally 
stopped struggling. What was the point? Also I could 
barely breathe I was so tired from fighting them off.

I was at the edge of the pool with one of the men holding 
me from behind while the other fucked me in long 
shuddering strokes. In my exhaustion I almost felt 
comfortable for the first time, resting on the man behind 
me. His hot flesh was pressed into my back and the man 
raping me brushed his warm skin against my front in a 
smooth rhythm as he thrust into me. It was weird, that 
feeling of cool water and warm flesh.

The first man didn't last very long. I think I knew when 
he emptied himself in me. I'd never had sex before but 
when he let out a long low groan and his body tensed 
against mine I knew what he was doing.

He kept thrusting for a while longer and then I felt him 
pull out of me. There was a momentary feeling of emptiness 
when he did. I was surprised at the feeling; I realized 
that what he'd done to me hadn't felt all that bad, and 
when he pulled out I had the momentary feeling that I was 
missing something. It was weird.

But when I realized that the other man who had been 
watching was coming up to me and I could see in the 
moonlight that he was naked and I could see what he was 
going to do, I weakly began to struggle with the third 
man holding me. It was no use though.

The new man attacking me had no problem moving between my 
legs and inserting himself. I stopped struggling again 
hoping that he'd get it over with and then there'd only 
be one man left. Maybe then I could get out of there and 
go home. (No more nightly pool hopping for me I 
resolved.)

It was a shock when the second man shoved home. I could 
tell that he was much bigger than the first. It felt like 
he was shoving himself into my intestines. Then he pulled 
back and shoved in again.
 
As he began to build a rhythm I unconsciously began to 
grunt with each thrust he made. He was actually knocking 
the breath out of me each time he embedded himself. I 
noticed that each time he thrust that my nude body was 
being pushed into the man holding me from behind.

It was still strangely comforting to have him there 
cushioning me from the cold pool surface. But I soon 
realized that the side affect of this rhythm was making 
my 'cushion' aroused. I could feel his hardness against 
my behind. I thought that if I could rub against him and 
keep the rhythm up a little longer that he might get off 
and I'd be able to get away with only two men raping me. 
So in my innocents I began to rub my backside against his 
erection.
 
That was another mistake in a long line of mistakes I'd 
made that night. After only a moment or two of me rubbing 
against him I felt a hand fumbling down there and gasped 
as he positioned himself at my butt hole.

I panicked again and started pleading with them to let me 
go. I struggled again with renewed determination but all 
to no avail. He didn't care if I was in pain or 
frightened, all he wanted was to stick me in the butt 
while his bastard friend nailed me from the front.

At first I didn't think it was possible for him to stick 
it in. But as I felt him working his way in I groaned in 
pain. It felt like a steel rod being inserted up my butt 
hole. The man fucking me redoubled his efforts as the one 
from behind slid deeper into my rear.

He didn't have to thrust, the one fucking me just pushed 
me further and further onto him. It was no longer 
comfortable to sit there in the cool water with the warm 
flesh cradling me. His tuber was causing extreme 
discomfort and the man fucking me only added pain each 
time he thrust into me.

Then all was silent for a moment. I hadn't realized that 
there was so much grunting and groaning going on until it 
stopped. We all three held our breath, then suddenly 
the man in front of me tensed and I could actually feel a 
tinkling spurt of something hot filling me. Then the 
bastard underneath began to thrust and moments later I 
knew from his satisfied groan that he'd emptied himself 
in my backdoor.

Vaguely as the two men pulled out of their respective 
holes, I realized that it was over. At least I thought it 
would be. But when the first man grinned at me in the 
moonlight I knew that I was going to get it again.

I started to sob as he pulled me over to the jacuzzi seat 
built into one side of the pool. He pushed me front first 
over the seat and moved up behind me and I felt his big 
woody slip into my abused pussy from behind. I just held 
my position and he began a slow even thrusting, and all I 
could do was wait for him to finish.

He seemed to go on forever. Each time he thrust deeply 
into me he pushed my body up against the cold cement of 
the pool. The contrast of his hot slick meat buried in me 
as he thrust and the cold hard cement began to make me 
feel funny as I leaned there facing the seat.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't want it to happen and I 
didn't enjoy it, but after a few minutes of his steady 
thrusting I felt my body begin to tense. Then there was 
an electrical flash that ran from my cunt to every 
extremity of my body and I was having an orgasm. I was 
confused and ashamed. How could this be happening to me? 
I hated these brutal men, but my body was responding to 
them.

I just seemed to let it happen after that. I was 
submissive to an extreme, letting them position me anyway 
they wanted. I even vaguely remember sucking a couple of 
them off before they finally tired. But before they were 
tired I was taken over and over again. And to think, this 
was my first real sexual experience with men.

And once the guys realized that I was getting off from 
their assaults on me there was no stopping them. I must 
have had at least 10 loads shot into me that night. I'm 
not really sure how many times they used me; I was just 
too freaked out by my own behavior to know what really 
happened.

And no, I didn't go back looking for more on another 
night. When they finally let me go I ran home and woke my 
parents up. I told them what had happened, (Leaving out 
the orgasm part) and they called the police.

As it turned out the college guys who lived there were 
away for the weekend and no one knew who'd attacked me. 

Bummer!

***

Other Stories by Michael and Phoebe at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/phoenix/

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