some background from the Introduction: I'm a computer nerd for
the Navy and had just been relocated to a new city. After a few
weeks of the stress of a new job and moving I took the
opportunity to check out the complex's pool. At the pool I was
greeted with a nearly naked young girl (she had a suit bottom on
that was wedged deep in her crack like a thong and a tight wet
t-shirt that seemed to announce her tiny pre-teen breasts.
Stealing off to the locker room to gather myself and get rid of
the swelling in my pants I was interrupted by another man. I've
never had gay thoughts but this guy was built with a cock a few
inches larger than mine. Checking out his cock wasn't the shock
though. His strong hand grabbing hold of my exposed cock was the
shock....

When I sat stunned and still quiet he let my cock go. As he
turned and pulled his suit back into place (stuffing his long rod
into its place) he finished with, "Come on out, I'll introduce
you to Becca. It'll be fun."

I sat stunned on the bench. 'What the hell just happened?' I
thought to myself. My mind was swimming in lustful confusion.
Sure I had checked out the cocks of guys in porn movies in
comparison to my own 8 and a half inches. But, I'd never checked
one out in person. "Eyes front" my dad always told me. Even in my
fantasies I'd imagined threesomes and even gang-bangs that
included more guys but had never broached the idea of man-on-man.
'Was I turned on by that guy? By that huge dick? By his hand on
my mine?

I did my best to shrug off the events of the last 5-minutes and
took notice of my exposed situation. My sweat pants still around
my ankles. In a flash I slipped on my rather smelly workout
shorts and stuffed my shirt and sweatpants into my bag and shoved
it into a locker. I paused for just a moment, took a deep breath
and moved to the exit.

Out on the pool deck I made no eye contact with anyone. I simply
dropped my towel on a lounger, left one of my two beers on the
small table and walked down the steps into the water. It was
cold, but I couldn't take notice of it. settling in at the 4-foot
marker I popped open my can of beer and took nearly half in one
big pull. I shut my eyes and tried to relax. My peace was broken
by a shriek followed by water splashing into my face.

I opened my eyes to that little girl's head rising out of the
water only inches from my face. Her hands on my chest. "Oops,
sorry. Didn't mean to splash you so much." then she smiled one of
those (oh yeah I did) looks. I expected her to then swim away but
she didn't She stayed right in my face with her hands still on my
chest. "you look stressed," she said, "you should relax more."
And with that she planted one foot on either side of me, against
the wall, and shoved off backwards and under the water.

I watched her bobbing up and down in the water swimming off to my
left in the deeper end of the pool. When she climbed the ladder I
was fixated on her bare bum, again. Her suit bottoms didn't look
like a real thong but she had them wedged up in her crack like
they were. She stood at the top of the ladder and flipped her
hair back like a super model. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her,
and followed her over to the diving board. She wasted no time on
the board and just simply ran down it and dove back in.

Apparently, as I was fixated on the child on my left, the man
from the locker room had sidled up on my right. "She's such a
tease huh?" He was so close I couldn't have brought my beer to my
mouth without hitting him in the back of the head. He stared at
me like he was trying to read my mind and said, "You don't talk
much do ya?"

"Sorry," I said, "I don't work around people much so I don't much
chance to talk. My name is Thomas."

"Rick."

We both turned to watch her climb up the concrete steps this
time. When she was at the top step she flipped her hair forward,
bending forward and away from us to wring out her hair. Her
shinny wet bum cheeks catching the orange sun as it was dropping
into the horizon behind us.

"Damn, she's fine. Problem is, she knows it. She's always
flirting with anyone who will look. You should see how she acts
when we take her out to dinner. Her mom encourages her to dress
as skimpy as possible."
'Her mom?!', 'we?!', I thought. Was this guy her dad? Was he
drooling over her as much as I was?

Before I could gather those thoughts I felt his hand on the front
of my shorts, grasping for my cock again. "Yeah, she's got to you
my man" he said as he took hold of my swollen dick. "Becca!
Becca, come over her I've got someone who wants to meet you."

I pride myself on holding my composure, its required to keep my
cool in my line of work. So, while on the outside I ma not have
been showing signs of confusion and panic, on the inside I was
losing control. She flipped her hair back as she stood and turned
only her head and shoulders our way. leaving us a good view of
her prize ass cheeks. Smiling coyly she said, "Okay daddy, hang
on I'm coming."

Moments later she was between her dad and me. Her back to dad,
with her arms up and around his neck. His hands on her sides with
his fingers wrapped onto her tiny breasts. Her legs came popping
my direction as she propped her ankles on my shoulders. She kept
sliding down and told me to "hold" her up. All my hands could
reach was her ass and as my hands closed on each cheek, she said,
"Uhm, that's better."

We spent several minutes like this. with her dad openly caressing
the girl's - uhm, his daughter's - budding breasts and me groping
her tiny bubble-butt. Rick proceeded to tell me all about their
family. He was a Navy pilot. Becca would turn 12 next week, but
had obviously got a head start on developing her figure. Rick
made it a point to tweak her nipples when he said that. Mom was
Karen who took shifts as a nurse when Rick was not on standby
status.

When I heard Karen was a nurse, my mind clicked back into reality
a bit as I remembered that I was a married man and, with hands
full of pre-teen ass, was in a very bad place. What clicked was
that my wife, Nance was also a nurse and was at work right now.
Panic coursed through my mind as I thought of how those two wives
would react if they could see where our hands were.

Becca broke my chain of thought as she lifted her waist above the
water and said, "kiss me."

My eyes must have bugged out because Rick followed with, "Go
ahead, she's got a sweet little pussy" and with that his hands
went under her back and lifted her closer to my face.



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