Alice dropped into the water with a tiny splash. She kicked her legs, propelling herself forward, then added the armstroke. Her body rippled across the pool like a silk ribbon being pulled through the wind. Her arms came down in a butterfly stroke, the elbows bent, the forearms pushing water like seal flippers and then the plunging violent dolphin kick slapped the water and her body rose in a smooth graceful curve, hung there for a fraction of a second, then slipped back silently under the surface.
The rush of warmth swelled her nipples and teased her cunt. The swirling current created by her strokes splashed down the length of her chest and tight belly, down through the trough of her cunt. It was a jacuzzi effect, only the water jets were controlled by her swimming speed. The faster Alice went, the more sensation attacked her straining muscles. She felt the warm, rushing effect and gasped. For by undulating her hips, water shot up between her rump cheeks; it tickled her asshole, a wonderful feeling, and she swam harder to keep her body constantly stimulated by her own movements.
Lap after lap went by. A quarter-mile and then another and another until Alice could swim no more and grasped the pool gutter gasping for breath. Her toes tingled from lack of oxygen and dosing her eyes, her brain spun like a roulette wheel. Physically exhausted she arched her back and floated out into the water made wavy by her swimming and breathed in the cool, clean air. Alice closed her eyes to the fog and the pool, letting the gentle wave action rock her into a dreamy state.
She wanted to get away from the Strand and go see her sister. Alice worked her fingers down to her mound and gently stroked her twat, working her fingers between the two lips and massaging the soft vaginal flesh within. Rocking back and forth in the pool was almost like fucking. Alice had never gone "all the way" with a boy before. But she would, or rather she would let a boy rub her cunt and push his cock between her thighs. Girls were expected to behave differently, to perform for boys and it made her sick. The thought of taking a boy's dick into her mouth revolted her. Once Alice asked her sister if boys really wanted their cocks sucked by girls and Darlene had laughed. But she never gave a straight answer. Now Alice knew why. Darlene was sucking boys, maybe right now in the morning. Dormitories were coeducational, which made sex very handy, thought Alice. She probed her cunt with two fingers. The heat built up inside her like a furnace. Why didn't Darlene write her again? She would turn down a second invitation; no she most certainly wouldn't!
Alice jammed a finger into her vagina and twisted her hips, humping wildly, feeling the finger twist and turn up inside her cunt. It felt so good! Nerves strained by exertion twitched spastically as she pumped her hole. Alice wanted a man in the worse way. But how? Nobody at school like her. And even if a boy did, what would her father say? Who wanted to date a girl whose father was drunk?
The bastard, Alice thought. It was almost time to leave the pool. But she had one thing left to do. Jamming her cunt, Alice tuck-dived to the bottom of the pool, reaming her hole as she dolphin-kicked. Holding her cunt lips apart, the water flooded into her channel like a giant douche. She kicked and squirmed and hunched until her lungs ached for air. Frantically she worked her cunt hole, going in and out until the frenzied finger fucking paid off. Her vagina squeezed shut, her body jerked forward and Alice screamed a shower of bubbles. She had orgasmed again! The sudden, explosive pain in her crotch became a gentle roar of passion exploding along her nervous system. Her head broke the water's placid surface and her eyes snapped open, wild and filled with tears of happiness. Gently, she rubbed the soft mound that had given her such happiness. Her arms were weak as rubber bands, as the pulled her body up over pool side. There was no time for toweling herself off. She quickly climbed into her warm-up suit and shook what water she could from her hair.
The fog was lifting and she could hear the cars along the highway honking their horns at the mounting traffic. Alice was late again. Every day it seemed she stayed longer at the pool. And Alice was worried. I'd simply die if someone found out, she thought, zipping up her jersey and going up the wall. She jumped, landing softly on the other side and climbed on her bicycle. "I'd just don't know what I'd do."
Several minutes after Alice's departure the door leading to the filtering plant opened and a man emerged. The room housed the pool's two big filtering systems, but the space had been enlarged and a window installed under the water level so coaches could watch the divers and swimmers. The man had been changing the chlorine when Alice made her first nude swim, and the surprise of seeing her in the pool swimming naked had a jolting effect. He watched with disbelief; this couldn't be happening! But it was! Her breasts juggled and her butt thumped up and down and he laughed, telling himself how silly it all was yet his eyes never left her sensuous silhouette.
He cursed her and secretly loved her and not once did Alice ever fail to make him hard. She's only halfway through high school, he groaned, jerking the long, hard length of his cock.
He climbed from the plant and locked the door. He crumpled the towel containing his sperm into a wad and threw it into the trash can. He had come every day Alice had swum. He had had a few sex problems in the past. But he didn't have to worry about impotency anymore. His cock functioned better than ever.
And that was the problem. Alice turned him on. A fourteen-year-old girl made him come. And jacking off was not enough anymore. He needed a woman, needed the warm, soothing feel of cunt flesh squeezing down on his dick.
Oh, man! he thought, rubbing his hands. I just don't know what to do.
CHAPTER TWO
Bert watched the girls outfitted in the tight swimsuits jumping around the pool edge, giggling and squealing like so many jabbering idiots loose from the nut house and wondered what he was doing in Strand coaching these girls in the sport of swimming.
"That's enough," he roared, walking from his cramped office room behind the filtering plant. The girls snapped to attention, their bodies pressed against each other, the squealing for the moment stopped. He knew it wouldn't last. Once they began swimming laps, the girls would be at it again: one would stray over a lane and bump into another and arguments would begin and he would have to tell them to shut up.
"All right," he ordered. "In the water." He watched indifferently as they dove in, shrieking about the cold water, or complaining about this and that. Fuck, thought Bert, snapping his clipboard. I just don't care anymore.
Swimming was too important a sport to be wasted on these girls. In 1964, he had won a gold medal at the Olympics and after standing for the applauding crowd in Tokyo, the heavy medal hanging from his neck while the U.S. national anthem played, Bert realized the seriousness of the sport. After Tokyo, he never swam again. Five hours a day, every day for ten years had been spent punishing his muscles in an endless series of sprints, and distance swims all for that one two minute race in a Japanese pool. He had taken his swimming career, brought it to a peak and there he would leave it.
Shortly afterward, Bert signed up for the Marines and was shipped to Vietnam. Then his troubles began. The first week, his squad got ambushed on a routine mission and when the smoke cleared, he was the only survivor.
Bert got reassigned, but the bloodshed was not easily erased and he wasn't the same. On a R-and-R stay in Thailand, Bert found out he was impotent. He went to a classy bar with friends, picked up a pretty young girl about twenty-five years old and paid for a weekend. Everything was fine until they got back to the hotel room. The girl had slipped out of her clothes and was obediently lying on the bed, when it happened. Bert was frightened at first, but figured it was a case of nerves. He stripped off his clothes and lay next to the Thai girl.