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Subject: {ASSM} Swim Club 3 (Mg+ exhib)
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This story is a work of fiction. It never happened. Please, please, keep
stuff like this as a fantasy. Adults only.





Swim Club 3

by DG







On my break at the swim club, I sat on the sofa in the office, going over
the last couple days in my mind. How many little girls had seen a big hard
dick, my big hard dick, for the first time-ten, twelve? I had lost count. I
imagined the girls lying in bed that night, thinking of my long, thick
hard-on, maybe letting their hand slip inside their panties and rubbing
their little cunt thinking about it. I felt my dick growing and growing, and
figured I'd go to the locker room to jerk off when I was surprised by a girl
's voice at the door to the office.

"Um, could I talk to you for a second?" I looked over and saw Kirsten, one
of the Catholic schoolgirls from the swim team.

"Oh, hi Kirsten. What's up?" I tried to sound casual, but I was afraid I was
about to get busted.

She walked slowly into the office with her head down and hands folded in
front of her. "I felt kind of bad-you've been so nice to us-Sara was about
to quit the swim team till you talked to her-anyway, um, after swim practice
yesterday, we all went around back behind the changing rooms and peeked in
at you when you were, you know, when you were naked. I feel really bad." She
looked down and sniffled.

I said, "Listen, Kirsten, it's really no big deal. Young girls are curious
about things like that, and if you wanted to take a peek at me, there's
really nothing wrong with that." I smiled and laughed a little. "I was
curious when I was your age too." She looked at me shyly, making sure I wasn
't mad at her and giving a relieved smile when she saw I wasn't. I patted
the sofa, and the skinny little eleven year old sat down right next to me.
She had a nice fresh smell, and her skin and sparkly blond hair looked so
soft it took all my strength not to reach over and start feeling her up.

"You're really not mad?" she asked expectantly.

I smiled. "Girls are a little self conscious about letting people see them
naked, but guys really don't mind so much. Still friends?" I asked, holding
out my hand.

She gave a shy little laugh, then took my hand and shook it. Her tiny,
delicate hand was incredibly soft, and I imagined how good it would look
wrapped around my dick, which was by now hard as a rock, straining inside my
shorts. Kirsten was wearing a tee shirt with no training bra, and the little
bumps of her tits were poking through the thin cotton fabric. Her arms and
legs were a beautiful golden tan. Innocently, she had no idea how much I
wanted her.

My heart thumping, I said, "When I was in the locker room yesterday, I kind
of remember that I might have had an erection. When you peeked in, did I
have one?" She looked up at me with her clear blue eyes, looking confused
and curious. I guess they don't teach the kids about sex at those Catholic
schools, so I figured it was up to me to teach the girls. "An erection, that
's when the man's penis gets really big and sticks straight out. It's when
he's thinking about girls, things like that. Was it that way when you guys
peeked in?"

Nervously, she said, "Um, I don't know, I mean, I never really saw one
before, but I guess it was, you know, sticking out straight."

"It looked really big and hard?"

"Um, yeah."

"And it was around ten or twelve inches long?"

"Um, yeah, I guess so," she said, looking at me, absolutely fascinated.
Okay, it's just six inches, but little Kirsten was probably so shocked by
the sight of it, her young eyes thought it was twice as big as it was.

"I guess I did have one when you girls peeked in. Maybe be you could go to
the younger girls and talk to them about it. They might have been a little
freaked out by the sight of it, since it was so big, so you could explain to
them about a man having an erection, how his penis grows in size and gets
stiff and sticks out straight."

"Okay, when we get together for our next swim practice I'll talk to them,
and see if they have any questions." For a little eleven year old, Kirsten
had a very mature manner to her. I figured her parents and teachers had
raised her to be a very moral and responsible young girl, but hadn't planned
on her seeing a gigantic hard-on at her age. "Thanks for not being mad," she
said, smiling up at me.

"Don't worry about it, Kirsten. So how are things going at school?"

"Pretty good. I think I'll get A's in all my classes, and the music teacher
chose me to give a violin recital at the next school assembly. And also
there's going to be an awards ceremony at school next week, and my teacher
told me I'm going to get an award for the work I do at the church
preschool."

"Sounds like things are going great, Kirsten." I gave her another pat on the
shoulder and as I pulled my hand away, I let it brush against her fine blond
hair. It was soft as silk, and I wished I could just run my hands through
it, get naked and run it along my chest, my stomach, and brush it up and
down my hard dick.

She looked up at me and said, "You could come to the awards ceremony if you'
d like. It'll be next Friday."

"That sounds like fun. I'll make sure to be there." Thinking about it, it
sounded fucking great, seeing her there in a nice dress, a shiny pair of
shoes, her hair all nicely done with a ribbon in it, going up on the stage
to get her award, shyly shaking hands with the presenter. I could sit back
in my seat, knowing all the time this innocent little girl had stared for a
good ten seconds at my big hard dick. I remembered back to those wide eyes
running up and down the length of it, her little mouth open in surprise.

"I better get going now," she said. "Thanks for not being mad."

"Forget about it, honey. I'll see you at the next swim practice." And maybe
they'd be seeing my dick again if I could work it out. Maybe offer to show
it to them if they did well at their next swim meet.

By now my dick was absolutely aching, and as soon as Kirsten left, I stood
up and pulled down the front of my shorts, grabbing my pounding hard on. I
positioned myself so my dick was right where little Kirsten's face had been,
imagining putting my hand on the back of her head and coaxing her to suck
it. Jerking away, just about to come, I heard the door open. It was Kirsten.

"I just wanted to tell you . . .Oh! Sorry!" She had walked back into the
room, her eyes bulging out at the sight of my hard on. She froze for a
second, then ran back out of the room closing the door behind her. I laughed
to myself. At this rate, that little girl was going to know my hard dick
better than the back of her hand. With a few more strokes of my dick I began
spewing cum all over the couch, right were Kirsten had been sitting,
imagining her getting drenched in the slimy white fluid.



The End

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