She's a Ten
mc; mg; mdom; inc; preg
"She's an eight, she's a nine, she's a ten I know," Ian's friend and fellow lifeguard, Jeremy, said as he pointed to a blue eyed blond getting out of the pool. She wore a one piece blue suit that matched her eyes and fit her tightly. So tightly that you could see the camel toe even at the distance.
"She's only eleven," Ian replied as he adjusted his suit. He had to admit that the young girl was quite pretty. She had full, yet small breasts, that fit her form. Her blond hair, now slicked to her body and trailing down to her mid back normally cascaded down in curls.
"So was your sister," Jeremy replied. "And she's certainly proven that she's ready for anything you give her."
Ida had proven just that. She'd volunteered to come with him to his job interview back on the ides of March. Ian had been glad that she had volunteered. He didn't think he would have been able to perform with anyone else. Especially when he found out what he'd have to perform.
"You know you're behind quota," Jeremy said. "The gate said Isabella is ready today, and you know that she and Ida get along. Not that matters much, once they've heard the whistle."
"True," Ian replied. Since he'd taken care of his sister, she'd been subservient to his demands and desires. Ida now slept in his bed, and even now was walking naked around the pool, totally unconcerned with what her brother had done to her. And as for his quota, he was behind. His naked little sister had kept him from other girls during breaks the entire prior week.
His sister suddenly turned and sprinted to the bathroom, probably the result of the fish fry going on at the church behind the pool again. Ida couldn't stand the smell of fish lately. "I think it's your turn to go up on the chair," Ian said to his friend. "And I've got to make the acquaintance of Isabella."
"Have at it, stud," Jeremy said as they switched places.
Ian switched whistles and headed towards Isabella. He gently blew on the whistle, as he got close. As the sound hit the young girl, she paused for a moment, and then looked at Ian. Ian already had his silver lifeguard whistle twirling. Her eyes caught the moving whistle, and Ian knew the hook had been made. "Isabella, care to join me in the break room?" She could only nod in reply.
Ian let Isabella into the lifeguard break room. A sign on the wall from the pool manager reminded the almost fourteen-year-old that he and the other lifeguards needed to make sure a few more girls lost their suits. He flipped the switch. "I don't see how you fit into that suit, Isa," he said, looking at the black one piece swimming suit that she wore. "It looks so tight on you."
"It is a little tight," Isabella said. "But girls don't wear baggy shorts to swim in like boys."
"A little tight?" Ian said, his hand going to touch her between her legs. "I can see your pussy. And that's why boys like me have to wear baggy suits. We don't want you to see..."
"Your hard thing?" Isabella asked, as Ian began to feel her pussy.
"Yes, and if we could figure out how to get that suit off," Ian said, feeling the dampness emerging from between Isabel's nether lips through her suit. "Well, then once we got girls like you alone like we are, they wouldn't stay on, and there would be a lot more pregnant girls, even pre-teens like you." He didn't really need to know how. He knew how.
"You just push the straps off each shoulder," Isabella moaned, as a pulse of pleasure spread throughout her body from where Ian was feeling her body. "That makes it so loose it almost falls off."
"You mean, like this?" Ian said, as his hands moved to push each strap off her shoulders. His hands followed the descent of her suit down until one of them returned to feeling up her now naked pussy. Her swimming suit puddled around her feet.
"Yes!" Isabel moaned with pleasure. She wasn't sure if it was in answer to his question, or in answer to the pleasure he was giving her naked body. She found herself being lowered to the bench, and looked down her body to discover that Ian was naked too. His hard cock was touching her wet pussy.
"You know what I'm going to give you," Ian said, as his cock slid inside her. Her ankles reached his shoulders, and there was nothing she could do to stop him from filling first her pussy with his cock, and then her womb with his seed.
Isa's world exploded when Ian's seed splashed against her cervix. Her free will vanished among the waves of her massive orgasm. Ian's seed bonded her to him, not knowing that one sperm would find its natural target, soon. Once her eyes opened again, they latched on to Ian's, and she knew she was another of his girls. "Ian," she sighed.
Ian looked down at his new girl, and read the script, ordering, "You're not putting any clothes on until school starts up again. You'll be at the pool with the rest of my girls, every day. You will let me have sex with you at any time, and expect to be pregnant soon. You will not consider anything other than having and raising any babies I give you. This will all be perfectly normal to you, as unquestioned fact. You are mine, Isa."
Ian watched as the commands took effect. Isa totally ignored her suit as Ian walked out of the break room. He left his own suit behind as well. They weren't required, after all. His sister, Ida came out of the bathroom and immediately embraced Ian's newest conquest. If he was not mistaken, Ida was just starting to show the effects of his mid-March conquest of her. Not that it was much. He looked forward to seeing her really showing by the end of the summer.
Ian gave both Isa and Ida a kiss before he headed back to the stand. "My turn on the chair," he said, relieving Jeremy.
"About time," Jeremy said. "Jacqueline Harmon just arrived, and the gate says she's ready. I've been thinking about getting her out of her suit since last August."
Ian took his place up in the chair, and began scanning the pool. On the stand, it was his job to make sure no one drowned. That didn't preclude the naked lifeguard from taking in the girls swimming in the pool, figuring out who he might take next. Nor did it stop him from noticing all the already-taken naked girls. Some were just plain naked, not really showing any sign of what the guards had done to them. Others showed just little bit. One, who Ian knew Jeremy had got last labor day looked like she was due to give birth at any moment. There were a few girls nursing, and more chasing around little toddlers. Ian knew he could take any of them, and they would welcome his cock inside them.
Ian knew that being a lifeguard at this pool was the best job he'd ever have. As he spotted Isa diving back into the pool, he had to sing the line that Jeremy had used to point her out, a line he totally agreed with.
"She's an eight, she's a nine, she's a ten I know."
