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Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any
similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The
author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the
activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or
illegal.
Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.
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Written by Janus Copyright 2003
All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Janus/www
Mary Ann's Swimming Lessons
My name is Mary Ann. I'm twenty-one years old. This is the
story of what happened to me eleven years ago when I was ten. It
was the summer of 1992 and I was on summer vacation. During the
typically hot Minnesota summers, my mom used to drive me to my
grandparents' house so I could spend the day at their house.
This was always a treat since my grandparents were pretty well
off. They had a big house in the suburbs even though it was only
the two of them. But best of all, they had an indoor swimming
pool.
As much as I liked the pool, I have to admit that I was quite
afraid of the water back then and I couldn't swim. Wading in
waist-high water was okay but I was very fearful of the deep end.
I was enrolled in lots of useless swimming lessons and, despite
a closetful of swimsuits, I never ventured past chest high water.
I remember that first summer day when my mom dropped me off at
grandma and grandpa's house. It was already sticky and hot, even
though it was only June. My grandparents met me at the door. We
went inside and chatted a while before my grandpa declared that
he himself was going to teach my to swim that summer. We all
laughed because everyone knew about my swimming difficulties.
Grandpa suggested we go to the pool right away. Grandma
declined, saying she wanted to work on the garden. So I changed
into my swimsuit and headed downstairs to where the pool was.
Grandpa was already in the water, wearing his green swimming
trunks. He stood in waist-high water and urged me to join him.
I hesitated, knowing that waist-high for him was more like
chest-high for me. Grandpa insisted, though, saying he wouldn't
let me go under.
In the end, Grandpa had to approach the edge of the pool and
hold my hand as I jumped in with him. The pool was heated so the
water was just right. For a while, Grandpa and I splashed around
in the pool, wading and throwing inflatable pool toys back and
forth. But Grandpa soon told me it was time to learn how to
swim. I balked again, telling him I was afraid. But he wouldn't
stop insisting and finally he talked me into a sort of
compromise. I could sit on his shoulders and he would walk,
underwater, to the deep end. I would stay above the water.
I agreed. Grandpa went underwater and I watched him, all murky
and blue-tinted, as he moved beneath the surface of the water.
He positioned himself and I soon rose up out of the water,
sitting on his shoulders, his head between my thighs. I remember
gripping tight on his head to keep from falling.
"All right, Mary Ann," he said. "Are you ready? Let's go."
Grandpa started moving towards the deep end. I watched as the
water rose past his belly button, past his chest, until it was up
to his neck. Then he took a deep breath and his head went
underwater. We kept moving though and soon the water was at my
waist. Then my shoulders. Finally it reached my chin. I was
craning my neck as high as I could to keep from going underwater.
I tugged at Grandpa's hair, his head still underwater.
"Grandpa," I squeaked. "The water's getting too high..." I was
panicking. He couldn't hear a word I was saying of course. He
kept on moving into the deep end and the water soon was up to my
nose. My mouth was clenched tightly shut so as to not swallow
any of the pool water.
The water rose above my nose just for a moment, and the
chlorine stung my eyes. I panicked again. Even though I knew I
couldn't swim, I struggled and pushed myself off Grandpa's
shoulders, thinking I could somehow get out of the pool on my
own.
I didn't. I sank like a stone and swallowed a mouthful of
water when I tried to yell. I was sure I was going to drown
until I felt something pulling me up to the surface. Suddenly I
was above the surface again, coughing, crying, hyperventilating.
"There, there, Mary Ann, it's all right, hush now..." Grandpa
was trying to soothe me. He held me close to his chest as he
moved us closer to the shallow end until he was standing in
chest-high water. He still held me tight. It took me a while to
calm down. When I finally did, I looked into Grandpa's face and
he smiled back at me.
"You should have trusted me, Mary Ann," he told me. He
promised again that he wouldn't let anything happen to me.
Insisting again, he said we should start swimming lessons right
now. I was reluctant, saying I was scared and didn't want too.
Grandpa wouldn't let up though. After much cajoling, I let him
turn me over on my stomach so I could learn to kick my legs.
Grandpa held me with one hand on my chest and the other on my
tummy. He then instructed me to kick my legs and snap my knees.
I tried but once my legs started disturbing the water, it would
churn up around me and get in my face, making it hard to breathe.
Grandpa solved that by holding me at an angle, inclining my
body slightly so my upper torso rose higher out of the water.
That worked okay, I remember. Grandpa shifted his grip so his
hand held me a little lower on my belly. He encouraged me and
told me I was doing a very good job kicking. Grandpa's hand kept
moving lower on my body until I could feel his thumb pressing at
the juncture between my legs. Even as I was kicking, I could
feel his thumb moving back and forth against me.
Stopping my movements, I asked Grandpa what he was doing. He
told me that I was kicking wrong and he was massaging the right
muscles to help me kick correctly. At the time, I remember
vaguely believing what he was saying. Today I know, of course,
that Grandpa was molesting me, pure and simple. But being ten
years old and not knowing how to swim, I just sort of trusted
him.
I had my suspicions of course. My mom had often told me that I
wasn't supposed to let anyone touch me down there. She never
exactly specified why I shouldn't let anyone but only said I
should tell her or another adult if it happened. Grandpa was
touching me there but he was obviously an adult. I felt
conflicted about what exactly I was supposed to do.
Meanwhile, Grandpa carried me to the shallow end until we
reached the pool's edge. He sat me down on the pool's ledge and,
without even hesitating, pulled the crotch of my swimsuit aside,
revealing my hairless skin. I remember feeling greatly
embarrassed at being exposed to Grandpa like this. I watched as
he took his finger, all wrinkled and prune-like from the water,
and start touching me. His finger parted my hairless slit,
sinking into the plump flesh of my crotch.
Grandpa didn't look at me as he rubbed between my legs. He
didn't even speak. I didn't say anything either. Instead I just
watched as he touched me, feeling very self-conscious and
confused. Was this acceptable behavior from Grandpa? Should I
tell someone? Or should I trust him since he was a family
member?
The internal conflict aside, it felt funny when Grandpa touched
me too. Looking back today, I can't say his touch elicited any
sort of pleasurable response from me. It didn't feel good and I
didn't beg him to keep going (contrary to the sex stories you
might read on the internet). I guess you might say my body
reacted in a sexual manner but more in a clinical manner than in
a sexual one. Being ten years old, I was unaware of my body and
its mechanics and its sensations. Really, the best I can say is
that it felt funny and odd.
Grandpa kept on stroking me with his finger, his other hand
still pulling my swimsuit aside, for several minutes. During
this time, my discomfort grew. When he finally stopped for a
moment, I pulled away. He let me get up so I told him I had to
go to the bathroom. I stalled in the bathroom for a while until
I finally got the idea to yell to him that I was going to see
what Grandma was doing outside.
I ran outside, swimsuit and all, to find Grandma working on her
rose garden. Grandpa strolled outside a few minutes later, still
wearing his swimsuit too. I remember Grandma asked me if I
learned how to swim yet. Before I could answer, Grandpa spoke
and said I was doing a great job. My mouth fell silent and I
decided not to say anything.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully and my mom picked me up
later in the afternoon. By then I decided not to tell her as
well, although I have no idea why. It just seemed like a secret
I would keep to myself.
It wasn't until a week later that I went back to my
grandparents' house. I had been busy spending time at friends'
houses and things like that. I hadn't been there an hour before
Grandpa said we should head for the pool. He kept on insisting
but I was especially unenthusiastic. Grandma eventually agreed
with him however, telling me I should go enjoy myself in the
pool.
I dawdled for a long time in the bathroom while getting into my
swimsuit. By the time I got to the pool, Grandpa was swimming
laps back and forth. Seeing me, he stopped and invited me into
the water. I waded in cautiously. Grandpa swam to me and told
me today he was going to teach me the backstroke. He used his
hand to support me while I semi-floated on my back. Following
his instructions, I opened my legs to a v-shape and then closed
them until they were aligned with my straight body. He told me
to repeat the motions, to open like a scissors and then close and
then open again. I complied.
It was fine and I was almost forgetting my anxiety when Grandpa
told me I was doing it wrong. Saying I needed to relax my
muscles, he reached his hand into the leg band of my swimsuit.
With a bit of adjusting, he managed to move the crotch of my
swimsuit aside far enough to partially reveal my naked skin. He
did exactly what he did last week, rubbing his finger along the
cleft of my lips, stroking the sensitive skin deep in my valley.
I had stopped my leg motions but Grandpa told me to continue.
I slowly opened my legs again to the v-shape, unknowingly
spreading myself opened to my Grandpa's finger. His other hand
still held me by my back as his other molested me. I remember it
was funny being in the pool because the chlorinated water bobbed
up and down against my bare crotch, a sensation I had never felt
before.
I remember feeling extremely nervous. One because Grandpa was
touching me and two because, as I lay on my back, the water would
bob up and down on my face. I was never completely submerged but
water would cover my ears and almost reach my eyes as I lay
practicing my backstroke movements. My attention was split
between the water lapping at my head and Grandpa's finger
fondling the soft skin of my crotch, his digit plunging into the
fleshy baby fat folds of skin between my legs.
Again, I felt no sexual pleasure from his touch. On the one
hand, I admit it did feel like he was scratching an itch that I
never knew existed, but that was the extent of the enjoyment.
Simultaneously, it felt relaxing yet uncomfortable. Grandpa
continued stroking me for a minute or two before removing his
hand and returning my swimsuit to its proper position.
I made up some excuse to get away again and went to play with
Grandma. I didn't tell her anything, nor did I tell my mom when
she picked me up.
The next time I went to my grandparents' house, Grandma greeted
me at the door. She asked me to go tell Grandpa lunch would be
ready soon. When I asked where he was, she responded that he was
in the sauna room downstairs.
The sauna room was a door just off to the side of the pool. I
opened the door and was greeted by a billowing cloud of steam.
Peeking inside, I cautiously said, "Grandpa?"
"Come in, come in," my Grandpa's voice said. "And close the
door, please. You're letting all the steam out."
I entered the sauna and shut the door. As the steam slightly
cleared, I was shocked to find Grandpa sitting naked on a bench.
I was at a loss for words. Being ten years old, I had seen a
penis before but I never thought I would see my Grandpa's. I
remember being transfixed by it: staring at this sagging piece of
flesh that rested against his bulging scrotum. It was rather
wrinkly, I recall, although I'm not sure if it was because of his
age or because of the steam.
I also recollect Grandpa making some small talk. I stuttered
and mumbled some responses to his inquiries. The steam continued
to gather in the sauna, making it quite hot. Sweat was beginning
to form on my skin. During the small talk though, Grandpa moved
his hand and began to touch his penis. I tried not to stare at
what he was doing but I watched anyway as his penis grew hard and
erect. At first it was just a drooping and lifeless member but
as Grandpa touched it, it seemed to gain strength. It got a
little bigger and began to rise, as if it was standing up very
slowly.
Eventually, Grandpa was stroking the hardened length of his
penis before me. I remember seeing the tip of it that looked
like a little red football helmet. Grandpa's hand made a fist
around it and he moved it up and down. I swallowed hard and,
looking at Grandpa's face, I found his eyes looking steadily into
mine.
Blushing, I avoided his gaze and my eyes moved back down his
body, resting on his hairy crotch and this thick tool that
protruded from his body. My own hands balled up into nervous
fists as discomfort and embarrassment swelled inside me. I felt
terribly awkward seeing Grandpa naked and touching his penis like
this.
I was saved by Grandma. Through the closed sauna door, I heard
her voice as she called down the stairs, "Hey you two! Lunch is
ready! Mary Ann? Can you hear me?"
No longer immobile, I rushed to the sauna door, my fingers
slipping anxiously on the slick doorknob. I pushed the door open
and took a deep breath of the cool air. My body was covered in
sweat and my t-shirt clung wetly to my back. I let the sauna
door close behind me and ran upstairs to Grandma.
Grandpa joined us a few minutes later, properly dressed. He
didn't say a word about the sauna incident of course. He seemed
as cheerful and chatty as usual and suddenly I was with the
grandpa I had always known. Nothing appeared strange or out of
the ordinary.
It wasn't until a few weeks later that Grandpa molested me
again. This time, he made another pretense of swimming lesson.
Grandma agreed with him and I was reluctantly pressed into the
affair.
Once we were in the pool, Grandpa suggested we could just relax
today and float around the pool in the inflatable raft. I
agreed, since more than anything I wanted to avoid another lesson
and stay out of the water. Grandpa pulled the raft out of the
storage room. It wasn't a toy and was actually a large raft
capable of carrying four people down a river. Grandpa tossed it
into the pool where it floated to the center.
"We'll just have to swim out to it," Grandpa told me. "Don't
worry, I'll help you get out there."
Grandpa held me against him so my back was to his chest. Then
he did a sort of improvised backstroke out to the raft. Once we
got there, we struggled a bit to get me onto the raft. I was
holding onto the fat inflated side of the raft but I couldn't
pull myself out of the water and into the raft.
"Okay Mary Ann," Grandpa said to me, "You just relax and I'll
push you in. Ready?" I nodded.
Grandpa took me by the shoulders and hoisted my up. Except as
he pushed me forward, he also grabbed the shoulder straps of my
one-piece swimsuit. I felt the suit slipping off me as my upper
torso flopped over the side of the raft. Grandpa continued to
push me into the raft, but his hand held onto my swimsuit. I
finally managed to wriggle into the raft but was dismayed to find
I was completely naked. Looking over the edge of the raft into
the water, I saw Grandpa holding my suit.
He grinned at me. "You lost your suit," he said. "Oh well.
It'll be too much trouble to get back into it anyway..." So
saying, he heaved my little swimsuit onto the tiled edge of the
walkway surrounding the pool. I watched in dismay as my swimsuit
landed with a 'thwop' of sopping wet material.
Grandpa hoisted himself into the raft without a problem. I sat
huddled on one end of the raft as I watched him sit down. My
hands self-consciously covered my chest and crotch. Grandpa
looked at me.
"If you're feeling embarrassed, Mary Ann, I can take off my
swimsuit too. How about that? Then it'll be even."
Without waiting for an answer he slipped his trunks off and for
the second time, I got to see my Grandpa's flaccid penis dangling
before me. Sitting back down, Grandpa shared none of my
embarrassment. He sat with his legs spread wide, stretching
toward me across the raft. I stole glimpses of his limp penis
hanging from his crotch.
"Don't be so shy, Mary Ann," Grandpa urged. "Sit like I'm
sitting." I don't know why, but I complied.
"That's right," Grandpa continued. "Rest your hands against
your sides. No reason to be embarrassed."
I sat with my back leaning against the raft, my legs spread,
ashamedly displaying my crotch to my grandfather. I can still
imagine him today surveying my hairless, ten year old flesh. The
darkened valley of my slit would have been pulled taut with my
legs spread, displaying the glistening skin of my labia. A
darkened, elongated teardrop shape would have signified the
entrance to my immature vagina with my baby clit hiding beneath
the hood that crowned the pink valley.
While I think these things now, I remember at the time I mostly
just felt embarrassed by my flat chest on display to my grandpa.
At ten, I was still perfectly flat, my nipples adorning my
otherwise unremarkable chest. Even so, Grandpa must have liked
something because he began to touch himself like he did in the
sauna. His limp penis got long and hard again before my eyes
until it stuck straight out from him.
Grandpa repeated his motion from the sauna, forming a fist with
his hands and stroking his penis. Blushing, I looked away. The
raft still floated in the center of the pool and I knew there was
no way I could swim away. Uncomfortable, I fidgeted.
My eyes eventually returned to Grandpa's crotch. His hands
still fondled his penis. To my consternation, he began to inch
towards me, keeping his legs spread and not stopping his
masturbating. He inched closer and closer until my foot was
touching his hairy scrotum. I could see his penis more clearly
now. Some light blue veins were clearly visible on the shaft and
I saw the little slit on the red tip of his penis.
Soon Grandpa began to make funny noises deep in his throat. I
wasn't sure what was happening. I was scared that he was having
a hard attack or some other medical problem. Grandpa never
stopped touching his penis though. I was looking at the little
slit when Grandpa gasped loudly. I didn't know what it was at
the time, but I watched as his semen squirted from his penis.
Some of it even landed on my leg and I remember how I could feel
the heat of the fluid against my skin.
Grandpa jerked his hand around his penis more methodically as
his semen shot out in thick, ropy strands. I thought it was like
he was milking himself, the way he squeezed his penis and made
the semen shoot out. After several squirts came out, the semen
dribbled out of the slit on his penis. There were small puddles
of fluid on the raft and I watched as it trickled down his
fingers.
At the time, I still wasn't sure what had happened. Grandpa
was breathing heavily now and his eyes were closed. We sat for
what seemed like an eternity. I was scared to talk so instead I
just watched as Grandpa's penis deflated in his fist, getting
smaller and smaller until it hung from his body like I first saw
it.
Grandpa eventually opened his eyes. Without even looking at me
or talking to me, he jumped out of the raft and into the water.
He pushed the raft to the shallow end of the pool where he got
out, the water dripping from his naked body, and tugged the raft
onto the tile floor. Still not looking at me, he extended his
hand which I took and he helped me get out of the raft. I tried
my best to avoid looking at his crotch where I knew his limp
penis was hanging, dripping water. I grabbed my swimsuit off the
floor and headed to the bathroom to get dressed.
I went home that day without telling anyone what had happened.
For the rest of the summer I still spent some days at my
grandparents' house but I wouldn't bring my swimsuit, telling
them that I forgot. Either that or I would display immediate
interest in Grandma's plans for the day, saying that I would
rather go shopping or gardening or bake with her. Eventually
Grandpa must have gotten the message because he never offered
another swimming lesson or exposed himself to me again.
I never told anyone about what happened until now. It's my
secret to keep because Grandpa died when I was fifteen. To this
day, the smell of pool chlorine makes me think of my grandpa and
his penis. For what it's worth, I never learned to swim either.
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Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading. ~Janus
janus_md@hotmail.com
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