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Subject: {ASSM} Midnight Swim (M/F, NC, Snuff, Drowning, Rom)
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Story codes:
M/F, NC, Snuff, Bride, Drowning


Copyright 2004 by Rachael Ross. This is adult fiction; any resemblance
to persons or places is coincidence mostly. It may be reposted without
my permission provided my name and email appears and there is no
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Midnight Swim
Fiction by rache


My husband Paul and I had a wonderful wedding. I felt like a Princess
in a fairy tale all day long. I was radiant with it. I wore my silk
and satin wedding dress and felt...complete. Nine months is a long time
to be engaged.

Did I say I felt complete? That isn't entirely true. I wore virginal
white for a reason. I couldn't wait to consummate our marriage. In
fact, I was so hot for it, I'd have done it on that big cathedral
alter right after the kissing part. With everyone watching. And the
photographer taking pictures, even. I was so excited; you have no
idea.

But...There was the reception, and that excited me too. There was
dancing, gifts, hugs and kisses from friends and long lost cousins, a
big wedding cake to cut, and cases of sweet champagne. Lots of
champagne. Just ask my new husband, if you could. He passed out under
the table with his best friend, snoring side-by-side while I sat
there, tapping my foot and occasionally kicking him.

Oh, they roused him long enough to stumble around the dance floor with
me once, and drink a few more bottles, but he was done. His parents
felt bad, I could tell, and my own father sat close to me, trying to
console me. But it was raining on my wedding day. Raining in my heart.
And as I sat there, it was raining on my rosy cheeks.

Some friends managed to carry Paul upstairs, into the Bridal Suite and
get him into bed, still wearing his tuxedo. I tried to occupy myself
with composing thank you notes on hotel stationary at the desk, but it
was no good. All I could think about was what a bastard Paul was for
doing this to me on my wedding day.

Around midnight, after he'd been lying there for a couple hours, I
checked to see if I could wake him up. I didn't want to yell or
scream, or make a fuss, although I was certain I had a right to. I
didn't even want to talk. I just wanted him to finish the job, make me
a woman finally after 21 years of childhood. I didn't expect the sex
to be good anyway. I figured it would hurt when he broke my hymen, all
my friends had warned me. But they'd also told me it would feel good
too, later. I could wait for later to feel good, but I was married
today! I wanted to feel married!

I shook him and slapped his handsome face a little, but he was out
cold. I unzipped his trousers and reached inside for his penis,
thinking maybe I could breathe some life into it and finish the job
myself. I wasn't very good at giving head. I was never into it very
much, but I'd done it a couple times on special occasions, like Paul's
birthday. So, I gritted my teeth, figuratively speaking of course, and
bent to my task.

I sucked and licked and squeezed that little wiener for half an hour,
but it was no use. It just flopped around in my hand like a wet
noodle. I was almost crying with frustration. I admit I do have a bit
of a temper, but I still shouldn't have punched his balls so hard.
After all, Paul would wake up eventually and make love to me. If I
hurt him too badly though, it might be a few days, and that would only
frustrate me even more. This weighed on my mind, but I decided I was
starting to like being frustrated, and I punched him again. All he did
was roll over and curl up with a groan.

I should have just gone to sleep then. The Bridal Suite was nice and
came with a spare bedroom, although I couldn't figure out why that
should be. It was a Bridal Suite! Anyway, I didn't go to sleep. I
decided I needed to work some of that anger out of me, because I was
starting to think maybe I should castrate him. And why not? My wedding
felt castrated, our marriage impotent! But no, I did love him. He was
my husband now. And I wanted kids. I was ovulating right on schedule
and that was frustrating too.

I've always been a swimmer. Not a very good one, true, but I loved the
water. It was clean, healthy, and it gave me a body that I was quite
proud of. I decided I'd go swimming, burn off the energy and relax and
think about just the good things that had happened that day. I was
almost smiling as I retrieved my brand new little orange bikini and
put it on. I hung up my wedding dress carefully, grabbed a towel and
the key and padded out of the room barefoot. If my husband woke up and
wondered where I was in the middle of the night, well, good for him!

There was a sign saying that the pool was closed after 10pm, but I
ignored that. The door was open anyway and I just walked in. If they
wanted to close it, well...they should have closed it! The pool was on
the roof, covered by a glass dome and the lights were all turned off
except for the bright bluish lamps in the pool itself. There were
tropical plants and deck chairs, and it was quite warm. One could
almost imagine being someplace nice, on some island paradise beneath
the stars. It was beautiful and just what I needed.

There was another sign, as I walked up the short steps to the pool
proper. It had all the rules on it, like no glass, no running, no
shoes, etc. And another one too, the kind that flips around, and that
one said `Swim at Your Own Risk' and `No Lifeguard On Duty' ...So I kind
of wondered why there was someone sitting in the little lifeguard
stand. Especially since it was midnight and the pool was closed
anyway.

I stopped when I saw him and stared in that dim light. He looked like
he'd just walked off the beach, all muscles and short blonde hair,
bleached by the sun. Definitely out of place for this town! I thought
about turning around, but the only place I could have gone was back to
my room. I didn't want to go back there. So I stood there a dozen feet
away or so, until he noticed me. Or at least until he decided to
speak, I had the feeling he'd noticed me since I'd walked in.

"Pool's closed." He said.

"The door was open." I tried. "I thought maybe it would be okay." I
smiled hopefully. "It's my wedding day."

Everyone else had treated me so special all day long, why wouldn't he?
You only had one wedding day, well, I hoped so anyway, and so I should
be able to do what I wanted, right? I became conscious of my body as
the man looked at me. Usually I wore a one-piece bathing suit, and
even then wrapped a towel around my waist, just because it seemed very
immodest to walk around showing too much. But here I was in a very
small bikini that I'd bought to tease my husband and I was just
carrying the towel.

I started thinking maybe I should just go back to my room.

"Married, huh?" He was still staring at me, not ashamed at all to be
so forward about it. He took in my tall slender body, the swell of my
large full breasts that were barely contained in the flimsy material,
The taut pale skin of my tummy and the little swell of my sex as it
was cupped tightly by my bikini bottom. I brought a hand to my long
black hair, and brushed it back a little bravely. Staring at him with
my green eyes.

"Yeah, just today." I felt a little warbling sensation in my belly. A
little hint of something undefined and I had the sudden realization
that I didn't really mind this stranger staring at me. My new husband
had never looked at me this way, I thought, which perhaps went a long
way towards explaining why he was passed out instead of taking my
virginity like he was supposed to be doing.

"How come you're not with your husband then?" He started getting down
from the chair. It was only a couple feet above the floor, 2 wooden
steps that creaked softly as he moved. He was wearing red swim trunks,
the Speedo kind, that hugged his loins very nicely and showed a rather
dominant bulge. I tried not to look, honestly, but how could I not?
Please! It was like a magnet.

"He's in our room, resting." I moved the towel in front of me, holding
it with both hands as if to protect my chaste intentions.

"Oh." The man nodded and I could see his eyes now, a soft brown that
looked terribly amused. "You don't look tired."

"No, I...I had a lot of energy, you know. Excitement and I just thought
I'd work it out." I was nodding as if my body were trying to agree
with what I was saying.

He walked closer and I could see his skin, smooth and bronzed like a
God. He was tall, easily over six feet and he looked down at me,
standing very close in front of me now. He smelled like...cocoa butter.
It was a sweet fragrance that seemed to permeate the air, my very
senses. I swallowed nervously.

"Well, I won't stop you." He smiled and his teeth were perfect, like
they had to be. "I'll just close the door. You wouldn't want someone
to catch you" he started walking away, "breaking the rules."

I let out the breath I was holding and decided I'd be safer in the
water than standing there with him. I was itchy all over; particularly
my nipples and I looked down with an embarrassed frown as I realized
they were hard as pebbles and plainly visibly through my suit. I knew
that he'd seen them and I blushed madly.

I put my towel on a little round table and stepped into the pool,
walking down submerged steps into the shallow end. The water was warm
and perfect and I felt better immediately, even if it only barely came
up to my hips. I heard the door close and little ka-chunk sound as the
deadbolt was locked. That made me look up and I wondered if I should
really be in there with a strange man, just the two of us alone. I
suppose under normal circumstance I'd have left. But nothing felt
normal. I had been wound up tight all day, with one anticipation after
another, reveling in their fulfillments, all except for the last. My
body wanted more and my mind...? I didn't know.

I saw the man returning, walking slowly as he emerged from the far
shadows into the lighted pool area and I immediately started moving
into the deeper water. I would just ignore him, I thought. If he liked
looking at me, which he obviously did, then I couldn't help that. I
even tried to deny the perverse pleasure I felt at knowing he was
attracted to me. That precious quiver in my belly when I saw the look
in his eyes as they roamed across my skin had been wonderful. I had
liked it a lot. But looking was just looking, I told myself, and that
was all.

I swam lazily; paddling slowly through the placid waters and feeling
my muscles stretch and loosen. I had been under a lot of stress, and
this was just what I'd needed. But the man was never far from my mind
and I'd turn my head to look at him occasionally, trying to pretend I
wasn't, and I felt pride in myself. I'd perhaps lost a little
self-esteem when my new husband had so unceremoniously passed out. As
if that was evidence of some horrible disinterest. At least if he
didn't want me, this handsome stranger did, and that wicked thought
consoled me. Even if I couldn't let anything else happen, that was
enough.

I'd been stared at before, of course. I knew men found me attractive,
and some of them had even approached me, propositioning me with
everything from dinner to breakfast. But those times had been
different, I hadn't been married, and this was a new experience. My
previous refusals of other men had been based on a choice I no longer
had. My mind worried that over while I turned my body over, so I could
float on my back and stare at the reflection of myself on that bright
blue water. I felt a little trapped, I realized, as though I'd given
something important up when I'd taken those vows such a short time
before. Caught like a girl in a spoon-shaped mirror, upside down and
backwards. Nothing made sense and I didn't know why. That was the
worst of it.

I soon chastised myself mentally though. I had given up some freedom
perhaps, but I'd gained so much more. I decided I was happy with the
compromise and that was when I think I finally forgave my husband his
foolish behavior. I loved Paul dearly and being here alone while he
slept in our wedding bed was not what I wanted, but it was part of the
`...for better or for worse' part of my promise. In the morning, hung
over or not, Paul would make me a real wife. I smiled at the thought.

"Wha...!?" 

I drew a sharp breath and suddenly floundered in the water as I felt
someone touch me, just barely on one of my outstretched hands. It was
the stranger. I'd forgotten all about him somehow in those few quiet
minutes of reflection. But he hadn't forgotten me.

"Sorry," He smiled as he treaded water next to me. "I didn't mean to
frighten you."

I was treading water as well, my hair spread out around me like a dark
stain, kicking with my feet and waving my arms slowly in the deep end
of the pool. "I didn't know you were there." I blinked some water from
eyes. "I was just...thinking...about things."

"A new wife, I can understand that." He was circling me slowly so I
had to spin a little, pushing with my hands against the water to keep
him in front of me. "I just don't understand why your new husband
would let someone as beautiful as you out alone."

I stared at him, shaking my head a little. "He trusts me."

"A man should trust his wife." He moved a little closer and I could
feel the soft ripples caused by his motion caressing my skin. "But he
should also keep her very close. Protect her."

I started feeling that quiver again. His voice was soft and soothing
and his eyes seemed to warm my face as he looked at me. What was going
on? I needed to swim away, right then, to get out of the pool and go
back to my room. But I didn't. So I did the next best thing and tried
to change the subject away from me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. "Are you a guest?"

"No." He shook his head. "I'm just the lifeguard. I come here
sometimes, late at night. It helps me think."

"And what do you think about?" I smiled without really knowing why.

"Just...thoughts." He was very close now and every once in awhile our
arms or our feet would touch, just for a second. It was like the water
was charged with electricity when it happened and I felt myself
growing warmer.

"Have you ever saved anyone?" I asked and my voice was very soft. I
was panting almost, and not entirely from the effort of moving my arms
and legs.

"I could save you." He whispered and smiled as though he were teasing
me somehow.

"I didn't know I needed saving." I laughed at his words.

I felt his hand touching my bare thigh as it moved under the water, my
legs churning as though riding a loose and wobbly bicycle.

"Don't." I said gently. But his hand stayed there, rubbing my skin and
he slid his body next to me, pushing us to the side of the pool.
"Please." I added, looking into his beautiful eyes.

"Shhhh..." His face was so close our lips were almost touching. "I'm
saving you."

His body was against mine and I stopped moving my legs, leaning back
and spreading them around his waist. My pelvis rubbed the hard warmth
of his stomach as he pushed us slowly, effortlessly. I rowed my hands,
keeping my head above the water, leaning back and looking up at his
face while he kicked and pushed and swam for both of us.

"I should..." I started weakly. "I need to go, I need to...to see if my
husband..."

"I know." He nodded and I felt the hardness of the concrete behind me,
touching it with my fingertips, grabbing it as the rest of my body
caught up.

I was backed up until the edge of the pool trapped me completely to
this stranger's body. There was a narrow ledge running around it, 5
feet deep or so, and he stood on it with my legs still wrapped around
his hips. I could feel the hardness of his manhood trapped within his
suit, like a hard rounded bulge that he pressed to my hidden sex. His
hands caught the little gutter just above the surface of the water and
he held it so that I could hold him.

"I'm married." I whispered and my eyes were full of pain. I couldn't
do this, didn't he understand? He had to let me go. It wasn't fair. I
didn't want this. Even as I felt the excitement surging from my
fingertips all the way down to my toes, my nipples hard and burning,
my virgin sex aching as it had never done before...Even beyond that, I
knew this was wrong.

The stranger just looked at me. "I know."

He could save me, I understood it in that long moment between wanting
and having, and he could save me. He could push himself away and let
me go. I told him this with my eyes, I promised him a thousand words
of gratitude, if he'd just do that one thing. If he'd be strong enough
for both of us. I was drowning. My arms around his neck, my legs
around his waist. My body trying to kill me with its instinctive
response. But he could let me live.

"Please." I whispered and then he was kissing me. 

I hated it. I hated the way my mouth opened for him, my head turning
as his lips found mine. The way his tongue penetrated me so easily,
touching me inside. Moving over mine, around it, urging me to respond.
I hated the way my body moved then, the little motion of my hips,
rubbing up and down. My breasts seemed to swell and I crushed myself
against him, feeling the pressure on my nipples and moaning with the
pleasure of it. I hated the way he stood there, just kissing me, not
moving. He held the edge of the pool and let me rub myself against
him. I hated myself.

"Take off your top." He breathed. And I did it, with nimble urgent
fingers, fairly ripping at the strings behind my back. The bit of
orange floated languidly away and I watched it while he bent his mouth
to kiss my breasts. I cradled his head to me, gasping at the sensation
of his lips sucking and then moaning at his teeth biting.

I was feverish, burning from within and there was no relief. Every
part of me that he touched cried out for more, and those places he did
not ached with painful neglect. I had brief blurry memories of the
day. Flashes of myself in the mirror, dressing for my wedding. The
ring on my finger, the strobe of the photographer's camera. Of my
husband, tall and regal and handsome. I wept and clawed at this
stranger's back as he suckled me, breathing fire into my body even as
my mind sought to extinguish it. I was drowning, gasping for air,
sinking...sinking.

"Take me out." His voice was in my ear, hot and wet and intoxicating.
I reached down between us, hooking my thumbs in his suit, moving by
touch alone as I shut my eyes to that awful moment. His tongue
caressed my ear and then his mouth, touching and biting. I felt his
hardness, strong and large and deliberate.

I was weeping then. Soft tears running slowly from my eyes, one by one
by one. I took his penis in one hand and pulled aside my bikini
bottoms with the other, trembling all over. I was so frightened
suddenly, terrified by the overpowering of want. My sex demanded it,
like a will of it's own seizing my senses. I felt nothing but the
desire between my legs. The burning emptiness to be filled, finally
and completely. I pressed the head of him to my opening, moving it
back and forth, catching me, splitting me as he pushed.

"Oh!" I screamed, but it sounded only as a whisper across that placid
pond. I shivered and gripped him tightly, digging my heels into the
small of his back. His hardness surged into me, stretching me and
finding the soft thin blockage of my hymen. He paused as he realized
what he'd felt and kissed me hard so that I opened my eyes, looking
into those of a man I did not know. He thrust and tore my flesh, and I
did scream, muffled and uselessly into his mouth. He drank it,
breathed my pain and fear and betrayal, while his cock bathed in my
virginal blood.

It was a glorious pain. Sharp and quick and it brought with it a
climax to rend my soul. I had lost something, given something away
that I should not have. I moved with him, rocking my body and
groaning. I begged him to make love to me, to thrust himself over and
over inside me. I clung to him desperately, as if he were my husband
and I his eager bride. I felt shame and horror at my pleasure, but
made no effort to stop. If anything I became even more enthusiastic as
the pain and discomfort faded, though never entirely disappeared. I
hoped it never would; I wanted to remember that sensation forever.

"Do you want me to pull out?" He asked me, and then again as I hadn't
responded. "I'm going to cum."

"No...no please...inside me I want it...to feel it...my first time." I
breathed, biting my lips and grinding my sex to him. I had gone so
far, too far, but this was what I wanted. God help me, I needed it so
badly. To be complete on my wedding night. I crushed my breasts to his
chest, kissing him again, whispering encouragement to fill my womb
with his seed. And as I sensed, rather than truly felt that sudden
spreading warmth of his semen inside me, I drowned utterly in my last
best orgasm of the night.

With his penis still inside me, still throbbing his ejaculate into my
fertile womb, we pushed suddenly off the wall. I kept my arms and legs
around him, oblivious to it. My heart was pounding and my lungs heaved
as my body surrendered. I was a woman now. Not a child. Married and
impregnated, I was sure. I hoped, I dreamed, and all of those thoughts
were part of it, tendrils of the ecstasy that seized me.

It was only slowly that I realized we'd drifted away from safety, our
bodies entwined, sinking. Our heads went underwater and I took a
mouthful of water, choking on it suddenly and coughing bubbles around
our faces. I struggled and wondered why he was holding me. He'd
wrapped his arms around me, while I'd let go, reaching instinctively
for the surface as it stretched away above us. My legs tried to use
him and his penis was still urgently erect, still inside of me as I
kicked. But instead of being freed of it, of him, he only pulled me
closer making love to me still even as we slowly fell.

I stared at him under the water, flailing, struggling, fighting his
embrace as we sank deeper. I felt the pressure of the water on my
face, not unpleasant, but frightening me. My feet touched the sloping
bottom, and our weight pulled us to the center of the pool. His
hardness was an ache in my womb, I was more aware of it than ever, and
I felt that If I could lift myself from that penetration I would be
free. But every movement I made seemed designed to push him deeper, to
work that betrayal deeper in my spoiled sex. I felt my lungs beginning
to burn, heaving as I kept my mouth shut and fought to avoid taking
that last deep breath my body wanted. I wasted energy punching at the
man, pulling at his arms and legs while he watched me. My heart was
pounding in my ears and I didn't understand. I didn't know why he was
doing this. I couldn't even ask him. That was the worst. The never
knowing why.

I wondered if I could hold my breath as long as he could. He was twice
my size and I'd been fighting, but I stopped. I relaxed in his arms.
Let me go I pleaded silently. Using my eyes, my smile in the bottom of
that bright blue pool. I stroked his skin. You can save me, I told
him, you can be strong enough for both of us. Let us go, please. I
couldn't tell if I was crying, but I thought I was. I felt like I was.
I put my face next to his, staring into his soft brown eyes, begging
him to let our baby live.

A strange serenity came then as my body spasmed and my lungs betrayed
me finally. I took a great breath of water. I shook violently and
looked at him with surprise, and then there was calm again. As though
it had never happened. I felt his penis throb and swell and once more
empty inside my body. How remarkable, I thought, that the last thing I
should feel would be this. He withdrew slowly and let me go and I
never saw him again.

The end
Rache696@yahoo.com

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