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WET

Lynn Cale loves swimmers so much that she's always... wet. Lust,
jealousy, and revenge on the pro diver circuit.

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Wet

(FM, FMM, MF, exh, MFF, catfight)
By: Punchinello

Modesto, California, 1966

A shrill whistle blew through the Modesto Colgreave Indoor Pool.
"That's all, shower up," The men's swim team coach barked. "See you
all tomorrow at 9; stay sharp." The pool was already emptying out for
the evening. The remaining girls from the women's swim team, fresh
from the showers, were filtering out into the twilit parking lot.
Ronnie, Marla, and Lynn sat in their wet swimsuits on a bench near the
girls' locker room, quietly boy-watching.

"What legs," Ronnie remarked. "God, what a pair of legs."

"Look at his butt when stretches," giggled Marla. "Ooh." She pulled
her towel tight around her shoulders.

Lynn watched him stretch. "That back is what gets me going. Mmmm.
Those muscles ripple."

They admired Rogan Samuels for a minute longer, the black-haired,
dark-eyed star diver and swimmer talking now with his personal diving
coach. Then Ronnie said, "Here comes your boyfriend, Marla."

"Oh! Where?" the mousy girl squeaked, her bright face swinging this
way and that. But it was only Larry Pilter, the bent-nosed young
swimmer with the heavy brow and jaw that gave him a perpetual sour
look. "Ooh... ick. That's not Tony. That's not anybody's boyfriend."

Lynn snickered, and the dark-haired Ronnie sneered, "If he got into
diving for the girls, he'd better think again."

Lynn added, "Maybe he should try auto racing or football--something
with a helmet. He's got the body, though."

Ronnie laughed. "So what if he's got the body? He's a dog. Give me
Rogan any day. I talked to him Tuesday after practice, I think he's
going to ask me out."

They grew quiet as the young man got closer. Then he threw a nod their
way. "Hi, Lynn." The pretty blonde gave a polite, but strained, smile.
For kicks, she had taken his body a few weeks before, helmet or no
helmet.

Marla whispered, "God, he knows you. How embarrassing. Oh, there's
Tony! Hi, sweetie!" She waved to him while Lynn curled up inside.
Ronnie was silent.

Tony Laster was another dark-haired diver with a Greek physique like
Rogan Samuels, but with the face of a choirboy rather than Rogan's
brooding good looks. Lynn gave him a warm smile, but Ronnie stared
past him at Rogan, who seemed to look their way now and then. While
Marla chatted with her freshly showered steady, Ronnie and Lynn
watched his handsome teammate finish a dive. The taut, muscular flesh
made Lynn's knees weak. When he hopped out of the pool, unmistakably,
he flashed a smile their way. "Did you see that?" Lynn breathed.

"He smiled at me," whispered Ronnie.

"No. He smiled at me," Lynn said.

Marla rushed off for a quick shower so she could join Tony, who went
out to bring his car around. Ronnie started to follow the petite
brunette. "Aren't you coming?" she asked Lynn.

"I'm going to take another quick lap, now that the guys are done."

But she had only dived in for a moment before surfacing in the shallow
end and pausing to adjust her swimsuit. Then, pretending that she was
having trouble with it, the short-haired blonde slipped the straps
down off both shoulders and peeled the suit down to her waist. Just
then, Rogan passed by on his way to the showers. Poised at the edge of
the pool, Lynn looked up at him, blue eyes shimmering like gems,
covering her small breasts with her arms. "Having a little trouble
with your suit?" he grinned.

Lynn held on to the edge and pressed close to hide her breasts, but
not completely. "The straps were twisted," she said. "Don't look." He
smiled and went on into the locker room.



Rogan soaped up under the warm spray of the shower and let the heat
soothe the dull ache in his muscles. It had been a heavy workout in
the pool, and tomorrow would be another.

He lathered up his hair and let his hands drift down to his limp dick.
He stroked it slowly and let the warm water wash over him. He thought
of that slut Lynn Cale in her skimpy white suit barely concealing her
athletic frame, large eyes staring at him as he swam. He was just
starting to get a rise of his prick when the soft patter of feet
behind him made him made him stop and casually run his hands through
his soapy hair.

A slender hand reached around and placed itself on Rogan's stomach.
Slowly, he felt her press against him, wet and naked, her breasts
against his broad, muscular back, her leg wrapped around his, her bush
against his rock hard ass. Wordlessly, she stroked his dick and kissed
his broad shoulders, his biceps, his pecs.

She went down on her knees and crawled around in front of him, still
silent, and sat up before him to knead his cock with both hands. She
looked up at him through the shower of water, her face a shiny mask.
Her eyes were deep and dewy, hungry with anticipation. She was
gloriously naked, and her small breasts were pointed and eager.

She licked her lips and took his hard cock in her mouth. Her lips were
full and flushed. Her tongue on the underside of his dick was the
softest thing he had ever felt. Rogan put his hands on her head and
relaxed in decadent luxury. He held her gently and fucked her
beautiful mouth.

The shower of water washed over them, warm and tranquil. Lynn's full,
wide mouth wrapped around Rogan's shaft and sucked up and down. Rogan
gasped at the intensity of the pleasure. He gasped again to feel the
soft press of her bare breasts against his legs, the play of her hands
on his ass. His dick went in and out of her mouth as the water
splashed her face. The diver ran his strong hands through her short,
dark blonde hair and breathed heavily.

Lynn sucked and licked Rogan's long, thick cock like a devoted slave.
She tongued the underside, teasing the tender ridge, and slathered the
tip with saliva from her wet, pink tongue. Her pussy was a molten pit
of lava, throbbing for its chance at the cock her mouth enjoyed. She
pleased it with her fingers even while her other hand jacked the big
shaft that slid in and out of her mouth. Her pussy pulsed and gushed,
thrilled to be naked in the men's locker room, sucking the dick of the
handsome star diver.

Rogan's heavy balls were pulsing too, readying their load of hot semen
for Lynn's throat. The girl took one long, last plunge and took Rogan
deep into her mouth. It was too much for him, Rogan groaned heavily
and shot a thick spurt of come into Lynn's sweet, slutty mouth. She
pulled back in surprise, but kept her lips locked around the head of
his dick, sucking his spurts of warm, salty jism down her throat. Her
body shook as she frigged her hot little clit at the same time.

Rogan backed off, weak-kneed and out of breath. "Wow," he murmured.
"Thanks."

"My pleasure," the naked girl said, sitting back. "I've never done it
quite like this."



"You have a date with him?" Ronnie huffed. "How did that happen?" She
pulled off her shirt and reached behind her to unsnap her brassiere.
She got jostled from behind. The girls' locker room was crowded in the
minutes before practice.

"It just happened," said Lynn, sliding her lithe, naked body into her
swimsuit. "He caught me in the parking lot yesterday after practice.
You were gone already."

Ronnie pulled off her bra and let her nice, B-cup breasts hang free.
"Yeah, I waited for a while," the dark-haired girl said, a small note
of suspicion in her voice. "You must have done quite a few laps."

Lynn smiled bitterly. "Yeah, well, I guess looks and personality count
for something." She reached out and tweaked the hard nipples of
Ronnie's round breasts. "I guess these don't always get you everything
you want."

Ronnie covered her breasts and stared angrily as Lynn walked away,
slipping her arms through the straps of her suit and pulling up the
front to cover her pale, pointed breasts just as she turned the corner
to go out to the pool.



After practice, the only men's team practicing was one of the diving
teams, so the girls all hit the showers. When Lynn came out, she
noticed Pete, Rogan's diving coach, hanging around poolside. She went
out to her car, waiting to see if Rogan was coming to practice too.
Long after the other girls had left, Lynn saw Pete come out of the
building with Chance Medgar, a diver who competed with Rogan. What an
interesting tidbit to tell Rogan, she thought. He'd be interested to
know that his coach was hanging out with his chief rival.

But then the two young men stopped at Pete's car. Instead of hopping
in, Chance leaned back against the door, and Pete pressed against him.
Together in the dusky evening, they shared a soft, warm kiss. The
handsome blond boy's hands reached around and squeezed the older man's
ass fondly. Pete pushed the wet hair away from the boy's face and
kissed him again hotly. "Holy shit!" Lynn murmured. Then her look
turned diabolical. "Rogan is going to croak."

At The Jackknife tavern, Lynn ordered a beer and a look around for
Rogan. He and the other divers and swimmers often hung out at The
Jackknife because it was close to the pool and because of the
name--even though the bar wasn't named for the dive. She didn't find
Rogan, but it wasn't long before Tony Laster walked in with Brad
Duree. Brad was a tall, blonde, surfer-type who knew how to talk to
girls, with brilliant blue eyes that were direct and intense. Lynn
loved guys like that. Lynn just loved guys.

"Hi, Tony," she said to the dark-eyed choir-boy. "And hello Brad." He
gave her a winning smile. They sat together for a few minutes and
chatted over a beer, but Lynn couldn't contain herself. "I've got the
best secret," she said confidentially. "Do you want to know what it
is?"

"Sure. Yeah. Spill it," the boys said.

Lynn looked around. "Not here," she said, playing with the hem of her
white shorts. "You never know who's listening."



They went to Brad's apartment, about three blocks away. It was a nice
place, mostly paid for not by any competition winnings but by daddy's
checkbook. Lynn marveled for a minute, spinning around and showing off
her round ass in her tight shorts before falling into a pile of mod
cushions. "Groovy," she gushed, seeming drunker than she was.

"Come on," Tony said "Let's hear this secret."

"It's the dirtiest thing," Lynn teased. Her breezy pink blouse was
open and revealing to the fellows standing over her.

"All the better! Let's hear it!" said Brad, and he pulled a couple of
cold beers out of the refrigerator.

Lynn spilled the whole story. She even made up a few dirty details,
like Pete slipping his hand into Chance's jeans, and the back of
Chance's head dipping below the window once Pete had climbed into the
driver's seat. She enthralled them with her little tale, even miming
the tongue kisses and acting out the petting on her own lean body.

The pretty little blonde could see that she had the guys in the palm
of her hand. "I bet there's more queer guys on the team," she said
softly. Tony and Brad shrugged it off. They didn't want to think about
gay guys hanging around the showers, watching them soap up their naked
bodies... fantasizing about them at night.

But Lynn wouldn't let it go, "I bet Brad's seen you naked more often
than Marla has," she teased Tony. "I bet he can describe it...." The
guys laughed. "Are you sure you never thought about rubbing each
other's beautiful, muscular, bodies even once?" she said innocently.

"Us? Pff... no way!" Tony laughed.

"I'm pretty sure about Tony..." she said, "but Brad...." She eyed the
blond hunk intently and trailed off with a mischievous look.

"Ooh, I'd be happy to prove it," said Brad in a low tone.

Lynn gave a wicked grin and reached out to him. She took his kiss
softly, wetly, spreading her legs to wrap around him, his hands
roaming her back. "I think I should go now," Tony suggested.

But Lynn caught his arm. "No," she said with pretty, pleading eyes.
"Stay.... It'll be fun." It took him a long moment, but at last he
fell to his knees again and accepted her warm kiss. She pulled him to
her, his body warm and hard, and nibbled his ear. "I want both of
you," she whispered.

Brad reach around her and unbuttoned her blouse as Lynn pulled Tony's
shirt off. His smooth bare chest was sculpted like stone. It made her
wet to run her fingers over the ripples and feel the hard muscle. Her
blouse fell away to reveal her bare chest, hard red nipples straining
at the air; succulent cherries. Brad applied his mouth to them,
tonguing them, making her moan. Tony's shorts came down, revealing a
thick, stiff cock that make Lynn growl with lust.

Next came Brad's shirt while Tony pulled off Lynn's sandals and
stroked her slender feet. She moaned hotly as she stroked the blond
boy's chest with its peachy fuzz of blond hair while Tony stroked her
long, bare legs. Brad's cock was a piece of iron, hard and red hot.
The blond girl stroked it hungrily while Tony caressed her bare flesh
and pulled at her shorts.

In a minute, they were all naked, rolling in the cushions. Lynn sucked
Tony's tongue, and then Brad's. She stroked their naked bodies and
held their cocks each hand. "Hmmm," she breathed. "Light meat or dark
meat?" She took Tony's cock first, lick and sucking the shaft, then
switched to Brad's, licking up and down and tickling the head with her
tongue. Body young men groaned and begged her not to stop. But she had
other plans.

Then Lynn took Tony's prick in her mouth and went down as far as she
could, stroking the shaft with her hand and twisting around so that
Brad's dick rubbed against her ass. Brad held her with both hands and
slid his cock up and down her moist slit, but she stopped him before
he could enter her. She backed off of Tony's cock and looked up at
him.

"I know what I want," she said.

She rolled on top of Brad, facing away, and spread her legs. He rigid
dick protruded between her legs, slick and red. She bit her lip and
played with the tip, rubbing the slippery pre-come all over, rubbing
her pussy juices all over. Then she rose up and positioned the blond
diver's cock at the tight entrance to her tight white ass. As Tony
watched, amazed, Lynn lowered herself onto Brad's pole, letting his
cock penetrate her tightest hole. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened
silently as his prick was buried in her asshole. At last, she gave a
terrific, shuddering moan. "Ohhhh!" she sighed.

For a moment, Lynn rocked on top of Brad, just feeling his thick dick
inside her, but then she looked up at Tony. "Okay," she said softly.
And she slid her fingers through her dark blonde pussy and pulled open
her pink little lips for him.

Tony knelt between her legs and stroked his rubbery cock back to full
strength. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her quivering slit, with
Brad's dick underneath, disappearing up her little brown sphincter.
Tony leaned forward and rubbed his throbbing cock all over Lynn's
pussy and made her moan hotly, begging him in his ear to stick it in
her, spreading her legs even wider.

He stabbed into her with the thick head of his prick and kissed her
sweet slut mouth as he slid deep. She was so wet, so hot for it, he
gasped. Her cunt was tight and grasping, pulling him deeper and
deeper.

"Oh! Oh! Ohh!" Lynn gasped as she felt the two cocks filling her up at
last. She rocked back and forth, astonished at the sensation of being
filled from both sides, of having two muscular men banging her at the
same time, Tony leaning over her and Brad balling her from beneath.

Brad groaned hotly in her ear as he fucked her from below. Tony huffed
and sighed as he pumped her from above. And Lynn began to whimper and
moan uncontrollably, lost in a twilight world of pleasure and hot,
moist flesh. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she panted. "Jam it hard, Tony!"
Every thrust sent him deeper--and pressed Lynn back harder against
Brad. He was fucking her for the both of them.

"Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah! That's it! Don't stop!" She even got a finger
down to her clit and rubbed it furiously as Tony banged her heavily
from above. The sensation was intense and psychedelic; she saw flashes
of light before her eyes, felt wet splatter on her belly. Orgasm
engulfed her, sent her humming and whining as her pussy took over her
body and made her tremble and shake.

When she came to her senses, Tony was leaning back on his heels. His
come was splattered over her belly, trailing down to her slit. Brad's
cock was still inside her, thick and hard. She rolled off him, careful
not to get come all over his cushions, and found her panties. Brad
stroked his wet dick slowly, staring at her.

Tony got dressed and left quickly, but Lynn stayed. She got a
washcloth and cleaned up Brad's cock and belly--and her own--and then
continued to stroke it to full erection again. Wordlessly, she
straddled him and rubbed her moist, swollen pussy against his shaft.
They kissed softly, staring into one another's eyes, and Lynn smiled
and nodded, ready for another furious fuck.



The next day, in the showers after practice, Lynn eyed Marla's round
bottom and nice, big breasts. "You've got a great set of boobs,
Marla," she said casually. "I bet Tony's all over them. How far have
you let him go?"

Marla blushed and covered herself self-consciously. Her bush was thick
and dark. "We just... You know.... We don't go all the way."

"Like, what's all the way to you?" Lynn asked. "You always make him
pull out?"

"No," Marla said. "I just play with it. I'm not sure he's ready--"

"Oh, he's ready," Lynn said hastily. Marla dropped her arms and stared
at her. The warm water splashed off the tile and echoed around the
room.

By the end of the day, everyone knew that Marla had broken up with
Tony. And everyone knew that Lynn was the cause.



Rogan caught her in the parking lot and told her that he didn't think
"it was a good idea" for them to go out after all. Over his shoulder,
Ronnie stood by the pool doors, trying to look casual.

"Rogan, please," Lynn begged. "Don't shut me out. We could really have
something together."

"I don't think so, Lynn." He turned away.

"Rogan, look, I can help you," Lynn clutched at straws. "There are
people around you who are betraying you, and you don't even know it."
The dark-haired young man turned back to her with a wary look. "Pete
is... Your coach is... 'hanging out' with Chance Medgar. They're gay,
Rogan. I saw them the other night. They were kissing."



Rogan went right to Pete and confronted him that night. They argued
about trust and deception, but it was really Rogan's disgust that
fueled his anger. It sickened him to think that Pete or another diver
or swimmer might be looking at him in the shower or while he was
diving, fantasizing about fondling his ass and sucking his dick.

Pete denied doing anything wrong--even though keeping a close
friendship with Rogan's diving rival was difficult to explain. He was
just as angry as Rogan, but his was fueled by embarrassment and shame
that now his secret was out. He quit right there; if Rogan thought he
was already helping Chance, then he would start coaching Chance Medgar
immediately.



Saturday, there was a pool party at Patty Florence's, another girl on
Lynn's swim team. Lynn went by herself, hoping to find Rogan there and
try to console him on the loss of his backstabbing coach so close to
the big meet. Nearly all the girls were wearing bikinis--not their
competition swimsuits--and the guys were in shorts. Vast expanses of
tanned young flesh and copious amounts of alcohol flowed. Lynn's pussy
was a damp thatch immediately.

"Hey, Lynn." It was Brad Duree, tall, blond, and swirling a mixed
drink by the poolside bar. "Let me pour you a wet one."

Lynn gave a laugh and put her hands on his bare chest. "Maybe in a
minute. I'm looking for someone."

"So you found someone," he smiled and slid his hand down her back to
cup her bikini-clad bottom. She laughed again and slipped away, intent
on finding Rogan. Tony Laster was there, drinking his sorrow away in a
lounger next to the pool. Someone said that Marla had come too, but
only stayed for a minute when she found that Tony was there.

Not long afterward, standing by the window that looked into the
Florences' den, Lynn saw Rogan inside, sitting on the floor with
Ronnie. They were talking intimately, touching. Lynn watched intently
for several minutes when the straps of Ronnie's bikini came loose and
her wonderful breasts fell out. Rogan brought one to his mouth and
sucked the hard, rosy tip tenderly; Ronnie sucked her bottom lip and
breathed him in.

Lynn went to find Brad. In a minute, she had him cornered against the
fence in the shadows near the bar, leaving a drunk Tony--whom he had
been consoling--alone behind. "Wow," he said as she kissed him hotly.

"I want to do it," she whispered. "Let's do it right here." She
fondled his growing tool through his shorts and stared into his blue
eyes. He wasted no time pulling down her bikini top and exposing her
white breasts and red nipples, applying his mouth, and making her
moan.

Out came his cock, stiff and ready. they worked together to slip it
between her legs, pushing her bikini aside, and sliding it into her
wet, wet slit. "Oh, yeah," she sighed. "I love a nice cock inside me.
I love to feel it open me up, hot and hard. You've got a great cock,
Brad. Fuck me with it, baby." She did most of the work, grinding her
hips against him, kneading his muscular arms and kissing him with
hard, wet lips.

Over her shoulder, across the pool, Tony stumbled drunkenly toward the
diving board. He was being loud, getting everyone's attention. Brad
slipped his hands into Lynn's bikini to squeeze the round globes of
her ass. He fucked her slowly but firmly, sinking his cock to the hilt
and barely pulling back. Their breathing was short and heavy,
punctuated by hot kisses and guttural groans. "Fuck," he gasped. "Oh,
fuck. You're so fucking hot, Lynn. I love your tight little pussy."
She moaned and pushed down his shorts to grope his hard ass.

"Oh my God!" came a girl's scream. "Oh! I think he's hurt!"

"Don't stop," Lynn groaned. "Fuck me, Brad. Don't stop fucking me. I'm
going to come."

"Unh, unh, unh," he grunted, fucking her harder than ever, his balls
preparing a powerful burst. "Oh, shit. I'm going blow. I'm gonna shoot
it inside you." He did, spurting a hot stream of come up into her
moaning body even as she gripped him hard and tightened her cunt like
a clamp around his prick. Her body shook and shuddered in orgasm.

"Oh my God, somebody do something!" The lovers came out of their
orgasmic haze to find the partiers gathered around the pool. Brad
pulled up his trunks and rushed over to see. Tony's lifeless body lay
at the bottom of the pool, a cloud of blood forming slowing around it.



"Everyone blames you, Lynn--even Brad," Ronnie snapped. "They all know
the story." The swim practice had broken up early. The bad blood had
drawn emotions as tight as a drum. Most of girls were already gone,
but a few were watching the altercation in the showers awkwardly,
sidling toward the door.

"You fucking bitch," Lynn spat, putting the soap back on the dish.
"You think it's my fault that Tony got drunk and busted his head in
the pool? I wasn't pouring drinks down his throat."

"No, you were too busy fucking Brad," Ronnie retorted. She stood with
her hands on her naked hips, angry and mocking. "You fucked up Tony's
relationship with Marla, and you took Brad away from him at the party
so you could get you pussy stuffed! How was it, you little slut? Was
it good cock knowing that Tony was drowning a few feet away?!"

"You cocksucking whore!" Lynn screeched. "You were fucking Rogan in
the den!" The others had gone now, leaving the two rivals alone in the
locker room, naked in the showers.

"For your information, we did not have sex, you little spy! We were
just making out. And Rogan went to help right away. Where was Brad?
Where was he? Slipping his dick to you in the corner! He could
probably have saved Tony's life if it wasn't for you!"

"You lying cunt!" Lynn squealed. And she leaped on Ronnie and grappled
with her by the arms. "I am going to fucking choke you!"

"Ow! Oh! Stop!" Ronnie protested. But Lynn pulled her down on the hard
deck and straddled her.

"What the fuck is going on?" It was Rogan in his swim trunks--walking
right into the girl's locker room to check out the uproar. "Jesus H!"
The girls ignored him, locked in a desperate struggle. Ronnie slapped
at Lynn's face, tried to push her away. Lynn caught her wrists and
twisted them painfully, making the dark-haired girl cry out.

"Stop it!" Rogan barked. But it was no use. The girls wrestled on, and
Ronnie managed to roll Lynn off and struggle with her on her side.
Lynn snatched for a hold and caught the other girl's leg. Her hand
slid up between Ronnie's thighs and clutched at her naked crotch.

Lynn's lean, bare legs climbed on top Ronnie's body again and pinned
her to the hard floor. She slapped Ronnie's face back and forth with
her open hands while Ronnie screamed and cried.

Rogan heard the slaps echo off the tile like gunshots. Ronnie's head
snapped side to side as the blonde smacked her face back and forth.
Lynn's bare, white buttocks covered Jenny's chest, twitching and
jiggling as she slapped her rival angrily.

"Stop it, God damn it! You're going to get us all suspended!" Rogan
shut the showers off and circled around the girls, looking for a way
to break them up. Ronnie had thrown Lynn off again and was punching at
her, but her small fists only struck glancing blows.

He grabbed Lynn around the middle and started to pull her away,
kicking and screaming. Ronnie leaped on her and knocked them both
down. Suddenly, all three were a twisted heap of wet, naked flesh.
"Fucking slut!" Ronnie snapped. She pulled at Lynn's hair and twisted
it around her fist. Lynn punched her tits and make the girl cry out in
pain.

Rogan pinned Lynn's arms back with his own, but this only opened her
to assault by Ronnie. The naked girl squirmed in his grasp, making his
bulging dick pop out of the top of his little trunks. Ronnie leaped on
them and slapped Lynn in the face again and again and then slapped at
her little tits and her pussy. Lynn cried out painfully and broke away
from one of Rogan's strong arms.

They wrestled again, and Rogan crawled on top of them. Now he
sandwiched Ronnie between himself and Lynn. The three panted heavily,
wet, naked, and bruised. Rogan's cock was hard and red, jammed in the
groove of Ronnie's buttocks. Each move the girls made, he countered,
using his weight and strength to keep them both pinned.

Then, Rogan pushed down his shorts and guided his throbbing cock into
Ronnie's pussy canal. The dark-haired girl gasped, moaning and
squirming, but she was trapped. "Do you like it, you little princess?"
Lynn whispered in her ear.

"Please, stop," Ronnie groaned. "Ohh! Please!" The two girls' pussies
were uncomfortably close. Their wet snatches rubbed together as Rogan
thrust his hips, burying his cock in Ronnie's tight hole. "Oh! Ohhh!"
the girl moaned. Lynn moved her hips too, rocking with him to get her
clit against Ronnie's.

They struggled again, Lynn getting a tight grip on Ronnie's hair and
forcing her head back to kiss her hard, an open-mouthed kiss from girl
to girl, with a wet tongue and hot, full lips. "Mmm," Lynn moaned.
"Fuck us," she begged Rogan. "Fuck us both."

Ronnie resisted, but the cock inside her made her moan and rock. Her
pussy tightened on it, making Rogan grunt and push harder. "Fuck. Oh,
fuck," Rogan moaned.

Suddenly, Ronnie's body exploded in a fiery orgasm, her pussy ravished
from both sides, by cock and by cunt, writhing on the hard, wet floor
of the showers. Rogan pulled out and shot his cream on her ass. Lynn
lay under them, exhausted, bruised, pussy humming but unsatisfied.
When they finally got off her, Lynn sat against a wall. Ronnie got
dressed quickly and left her naked on the floor, fingering herself.



Marla and Ronnie both quit the girls' swim team. Over the next several
days, Ronnie never left Rogan's side. They went to Tony's funeral
together, and she helped him with his dives--as did Brad, mostly out
of guilt. With their help, and with a renewed focus on giving his best
performance, Rogan perfected the last pieces that had been eluding
him.

On the day of the big meet, the girls' team gave a good showing, but
didn't have the teamwork or the focus to win. Afterwards, Lynn stood
up in the first row of bleachers across from the diving platform,
hands clenched around the railing. Chance Medgar dived well but not
like he'd been getting any real coaching from Pete for long. Next up
was Rogan.

"He looks good, doesn't he?" came a soft voice in her ear. It was
Ronnie. "Don't worry. He's not going to double over in pain. I got rid
of your little 'gift.'" Lynn had prepared snacks for the divers.
Rogan's was laced with laxatives. Lynn said nothing.

Rogan mounted the platform. "I gave it to your coach," Ronnie went on.
"She's going to throw you off the team."

"You little bitch," Lynn growled. She never took her eyes off Rogan,
who took his position with confidence.

"You're finished, Lynn. If you come around the pool anymore, she's
going to report you to the police." Something inside Lynn collapsed.
Her stomach churned in knots. Rogan made a perfect dive, straight and
smooth. "He made his choice. Nobody wants a slut like you." Lynn
stumbled out of the arena and into the parking lot more lost and alone
than she had ever felt. People were looking at her, pointing.

Rogan did some of the best diving of his career that day. And when he
picked up the trophy, his other arm was wrapped around Ronnie.


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