****** Rachel in the Pool by De Nial ******
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Rachel in the Pool


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feel free.
The author.

Rachel in the Pool

Even though she was my daughter, I couldn't help staring from under the brim of
my cap as she walked out the patio door, across the tiled surface, around the
deep end of the swimming pool toward her favorite sunning chair. She had
blossomed over the past year, transforming from a tall, scrawny, awkward girl
into a bouncing, curvaceous goddess. No matter how many times my mind screamed,
"She's your 15 year old daughter!" My cock twitched each time I saw her - no
matter what she was wearing. And right now she was wearing next to nothing.

When she wore her sundress, the fabric turned elegantly to follow her round,
heavy breasts, and the line of it seemed to move through the flat of her young,
taut stomach only to reverse its course as it swept around her ass. Her more
proper Sunday dresses offered no help in distracting my mind from the lines of
her body either. On her mother's advice she had recently taken to dipping
necklines that consistently drew my eyes down her throat, across her smooth,
baby soft skin, to her breasts - which sent electricity straight to my balls.
Shorts, jeans, stretch pants, sweats - none could hide her body from my mind's
eye or stop the deep gnawing desire in the pit of my stomach.

Today she wore nothing - well, almost nothing - since her goal was to offer as
much of her smooth, delicate skin to the sun as possible. Tanning was another
of her newfound pursuits that seemed to have arrived with the swelling of her
breasts. Her breasts... My god... How do I describe their siren song to every
testosterone pumping male who saw them? (I saw lust in the Preacher's eyes when
he thought no one was watching.)

I don't know sizes, 36 C/D, it doesn't matter because their size only brought
men's eyes to their true beauty. Smooth as the surface of a pool of milk, like
you could dip a finger into one of them and pull it out covered with their
sweetness. Firm in that special way that only freshly grown breasts can be.
Shaped as perfectly as a Greek statue, unyielding.... That is, until she moved.
When she walked I could feel more than see the imperceptible tremble as the
vibrations of her steps carried up through her body to her lovely globes. Or
when she played, (which she still did with childlike abandon) her sudden
movements would cause them to surge and bounce with the resilience of one of
those super-balls that bounce higher and faster as they ricochet around a room,
always quickly catching up with their assigned place and shape with lightning
speed.

Today her breasts stood free from her body, covered with her bikini top of
florescent orange. They swayed ever so slightly as she bent over to put her
towel on the foot of the lounge chair. Only the lightest string held the fabric
to them, one strand around her neck, the other tied at her back, which at this
moment seemed to flash the hot sun off it's light tan surface.

My eyes slid down her back to the curve of her ass, covered with the same thin,
bright fabric as her bikini top. Her bottoms were high waisted, tying together
above each hip. They showed the smooth skin of her thigh and hip, but covered
her developing ass quite properly. The front was a slightly different story.
Her pubescent pubic hair was obviously still young and sparse and tame, because
she had no fear of allowing only a narrow channel of fabric to cover her
pouting mound before it raced up, across her flat tummy, to meet the waistband
again.

I didn't move as I watched her. I was lying on my back, sunning myself also,
about fifteen feet away, my chair pointing slightly toward hers. I had on no
shirt and loved letting the sun deepen the tan on my broad chest and flat
stomach. I wore normal, lose, swim trunks. The lining in them contained my
growing bulge from tenting my shorts or extending down my leg and straight out
the opening. I believe she thought me asleep since she didn't say anything. My
ball cap was down, the brim shading my eyes from the sun. I had a folded towel
behind my head. She had just put down her towel, picked up the bottle of
Tropicana Oil that she always left under the chair. Then she began oiling
herself to maximize the sun's warming rays.

A bead of sweat tickled my chest hairs as it sought the channel at my
breastbone and slipped down toward my stomach. It was a hot June day in
Florida, but that bead of sweat was not caused by the heat, but by watching my
15 year old daughter, Rachel, rub herself with oily hands from ankle to thigh.
Her long, straight, chestnut hair hung like a veil every time she would bend
over with slippery hands to run them up her calf, across her knee, around to
the inside of her thigh ending at the edge of her bikini bottoms. Over and over
again she repeated the process around her legs until they were prepared
perfectly. Then she moved on to her stomach, shoulders and arms. I watched it
all from under the brim of my cap.

My eyes nearly popped out as she attempted to oil her own back. She would arch
her back and throw one arm up around her neck, or double it back trying to get
to the small of her back. Each time her chest would heave and her breasts would
strain at the material. My dick was throbbing and moving, straining as if it
knew that at any second her top would pop loose, unveiling at last her
beautiful nipples to my eyes. My favorite hobby of late had become closing my
eyes and imaging what her nipples looked like. In my mind I would try differing
versions on her, from flat nipples with huge brown areolas to small, pink,
thick, hard nipples that popped out like thimbles when aroused.

Her top stayed on, but my mind continued to race and my cock continued to throb
as she laid down on her back on the chair. The chair was adjusted so that she
was sitting up slightly, just as I was. She tilted back her chin to making her
neck available to the sun's fingers. I wanted to go kiss it, to bite it, to
lick it and suck on it as I ripped off her scant clothes and made her my own. I
knew she was still a virgin. Her mother wouldn't allow her to date until she
was 16 - which was 3 long months away. Eve, my wife and the one who gave Rachel
the genes for her gorgeous body was very protective and made sure Rachel only
attended the most closely chaperoned parties and dances. And Rachel's innocent
eyes, more than any controls and restrictions, told me she was still untouched.
Which made me desire her all the more.

Watching her lying there, her legs slightly spread, knees bent, throat exposed,
her back slightly arched, my urges short circuited my mind. My cock was oozing
pre-cum. My body stiffened to rise, to go over, to take her, to possess the
beauty of her. When I started to get up, the sliding glass door slid opened
(unusually loudly in my mind) and Eve, my wife, stood there dressed in a
business skirt and jacket.

"Jack, I'm going to my meeting now," she called out.

My head snapped around, my face flush. "Ok, baby," I managed to say. "How long
are you going to be gone?"

"At least 4 hours," she said. "You know how these Saturday meetings drag on.
You and Rachel enjoy the sun."

Then, before turning back into the house, she said, "Bye Rachel, don't give
your father any trouble."

Then she turned and she was gone.

My breath came in gasps as I sat there on the foot of the lounge chair. I
couldn't believe what I had almost done. I was about to rape my own daughter
violently with my wife in the house and in the open yard where any scream would
surely be heard by a neighbor. I was still struggling for breath when Rachel
started talking to me.

"Hey Dad, I'm sorry mom woke you up. Are you going in the house now?"

I looked over at her. She had flattened out the chair and was now lying on her
stomach, her chin on her hands, her feet up in the air behind her, crossing and
uncrossing. God, she was gorgeous. I wanted her just as badly as two minutes
ago. My dick broke free and strained at my shorts pushing the front out at a
sharp angle. Crossing my hands across my thighs I quickly formulated a plan
that would allow me to take her without too much resistance.... I hoped. If it
worked, my desires would be quenched; if not, the neighbors would probably
stone me to death.

"No, Honey," I replied as calmly as possible. "I was about to slide into the
pool for some laps. You want to swim with me?"

"You know I can't swim," she said.

Which was true. We had only moved into this house in Florida, with its giant
pool, over the winter. This was our first summer with a pool and it had taken
Rachel this long to overcome her fear of water enough to wade and splash around
in the shallow end. I knew this, and my plan was based on her fearing water
more then anything else.

I hopped up, and in two steps, dove into the pool. I popped up along the wall
next to her chair.

"C'mon in!" I said. "I'll teach you how to swim in no time."

She propped herself up on her elbows and shook her head, her eyes growing wide
and her breast jiggling beautifully.

"I don't care if I ever learn how to swim. I'd rather stay right here in the
warm sun, or at the most in the shallow end."

"Well then, come in the shallow end," I implored. "The water feels fantastic.
It really cools you off."

It had certainly helped me. My dick, while still swollen with blood, was now
only three-quarters erect.

Rachel got up, walked over to the steps - her ass dancing above me as she
passed - and then, slowly, she descended into the 3 foot section of the pool.
My dick began to grow again as I watched the water rise up her thighs and
engulf her young, bikini covered pussy. She took two more steps into the
shallow end, bringing the water up to just above her hips.

"Ooo, it's cold!" she yelped.

It was time for me to either act on my plan or run scared into the house to
masturbate while imagining what I 'might' have done. I decided to act.

"It's warmer in the deep end. Come deeper," I said.

She shook her head no. "This is deep enough for me. I'm scared I'll slip and go
under."

Rachel, at 15 had still never willingly put her face under the surface of any
water - not even in the bath as a child.

"You can hold onto me," I said as I closed the distance between us. "Here, hold
my hands like this."

I quickly took her hands before she could react and started walking backwards,
facing her, as I pulled her toward the exact center of the pool.

She resisted slightly, but I just continued on. Her mouth silently opened as
the cold water touched her breasts. Then her breathing became ragged and her
hands gripped mine fiercely. The water was up to her shoulders and she was
standing on her tiptoes, bouncing slightly. Her hair seemed to float around her
shoulders on the water.

"I want to go back!" she said with fear in her eyes. "This is too deep. I want
to go back. Take me back!"

The water was only slightly below my nipples and I knew that in one more step
she would not be able to keep her chin above water without swimming. So I just
did it! I watched her eyes, took one more step back and pulled her closer to
me. This took her past the point where she could stand. The pool dropped off 3
more inches and it was too much for her to stretch above. She sunk down
quickly, thrashing her head. The water only rose above her eyes, but that last
three inches were 100 feet as far as she was concerned. She broke her hands
free and clawed in a craze up my arms to my shoulders, pulling herself on to me
like a lifeline.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, her legs around my hips, her chin
up next to my left ear as she tried to climb me like a pole to get higher out
of the water - which was still only chest deep for me. She was choking and
coughing, her body convulsing more out of fear than any little bit of water she
had drunk.

I carefully took two more steps toward the deep end without Rachel noticing,
bringing the water up to just below my shoulders. Once she caught her breath
she fairly screamed, "Oh my God! I almost drowned! That was a mean thing to do,
Dad!"

I only heard her with part of my mind. The rest was relishing having my 15-
year-old vixen wrapped around me like a wanton whore in heat. She had been
totally distracted by the fear of death as she climbed me and had noticed
neither my raging hard-on, nor my hands sliding up and down her sides, over her
smooth back and even down across her ass and the backs of her thighs - where
they were now, holding her up high on my body. Her wet, covered pussy was
pressed against my belly now. Her body was now so high that the top of her
breasts were right under my chin. It was time for me to start preparing her
mind for what was to come.

I lifted her up another inch and turned my cheek down against the top of her
soft tit. I spread my hands out on the back of her thighs and wrapped my
fingers around to her inner thighs near her pussy. Then I turned my mouth down
and quickly kissed to top of her creamy breast as I spoke.

"Well, Baby, you're going to be shocked to hear this, but I've only just
started being mean. I've wanted your smooth, young, sexy body for a long time.
And now I'm going to take you, right here, in this pool." Then I slid her down
quickly until her ass felt the solid presence of my raging hard-on against it.

She shrieked and clambered up my body to get away from it.

"What are you talking about, Daddy?" she said in shock and fear.

I brought my arms up around the small of her back and pulled her back down to
face me, my cock shoved down at an awkward angle between her thighs and right
against her young twat. "I mean I'm going to fuck you right here, right now."

Her eyes turned the size of saucers.

"Oh no you're not!" she shot back, and pushed herself away.

I had turned 180 degrees during all the action, so that now her back was to the
deepest section of the pool. I let her go. I even pushed her away slightly, but
I did keep a light grip on her left wrist with my right hand.

She sank! The water was now truly deeper than she was tall, and having never
swum, she didn't have a chance. She went under completely. Only the ends of her
long hair touched air as they floated on the surface. They too disappeared
quickly as she thrashed under the water. I let her thrash for a full 5 or 6
seconds before I pulled her up by her wrist, holding it out at arm's length.
Her face broke the surface and she coughed and gagged the words, "Help me."

I said, "You will beg me to fuck you or I'll drop you to drown!" Then I dropped
my hand, putting her under for a second time, this time I kept her there for at
least 10 seconds - which was an eternity to a girl whose face had never been
submerged. Then I pulled her out, yanking her back to me. Her arms went around
my neck.

She was now crying and sobbing. "Daddy I can't... I can't.... I can't do
this.... Why are you doing this to me?... I'm your daughter.... I've never even
been with a boy.... Daddy don't..." and she buried her head in my shoulder
crying and sobbing.

I almost changed my mind and told her it was OK, that I was just kidding. But
my dick was now trapped between us; and her sobbing made her hard, firm stomach
quake as her body shook up and down. And I didn't. I still had to have her.

My arms were around her back again. It was a simple thing to tug the two
strings holding her top on. The strings fell away and the only thing holding
her bikini top on was the fact that her breasts were smashed against my chest.
She felt the strings let go and started to push away again as she shouted,
"NOOO!"

I quickly said, "You asked for it!" and dunked her under again, this time with
my hand on her head, forcing her deep under the water directly in front of me
until her cheek rubbed the side of my cock inside my swim trunks. Her suit top
floated next to me. I watched through the clear water as her magnificent boobs
swayed in the water. She thrashed her head slapping my hard dick against one
side of her face then the other, trying to get out from under my hand. Then I
pulled her up. The whole thing had lasted 15 seconds.

She came up terrified on more than one level. I could see it in her eyes. She
was terrified of drowning, terrified by my bold statements, terrified of that
huge thing under my shorts that had rubbed against her cheeks and eyes and nose
and mouth, and (I saw it in her eyes) terrified of the knot that had grown in
her stomach and spread warmth to her virgin pussy, making it hot! I could see
it. She was shocked as she came out of the water but her focus wasn't on me for
a full 3 seconds. Her focus was inward on the little spot of wetness between
her legs. I saw as she suddenly realized where she was and pushed away on
instinct.

I pulled her to me hard, my strong arms around the small of her back, and said
very quietly through clenched teeth, "If you scream one more time, I will drown
you before the sound leaves your mouth. Do you understand!"

She nodded her head quickly and rapidly, her eyes wide. Her hands were still
against my chest pushing with all her strength, but her mouth was clamped shut.

She had her upper body pushed away from me with the palms of her hands, her
elbows locked straight as she pushed hard with one hand then the other against
my hairy chest. I looked down, ignoring her glare, to finally see the object of
all those nights of fantasy when I would stoke my cock in the dark. Rachel's
nipples! The crowning glory of her young, full, pert breasts. They were a rosy
shade of pink, darker than I expected, almost red. The areolas were average in
size, about the size of a half-dollar, and perfectly round. In the exact center
of each was a small, pointed nipple. They were swollen to a quarter of an inch,
and as I watched them they grew!

Rachel had stopped fighting and was looking down at her own nipples. He eyes
shifting periodically up to my face. She saw the joy of me seeing her, and was
as amazed as I was to see them grow before my eyes to over half an inch. I
moved my hands to her hips, grasping them tightly I lifted her body until her
left nipple touched my lips. Then I sucked it in. Opening my mouth I sucked a
large portion of her smooth, breast into my mouth, my tongue dancing on her
nipple, testing the size and shaped and hardness of it. I sucked hard, bringing
my teeth down on her titty softly.

Rachel was still for a moment while I sucked her nipple and breast with
abandon. Then she softened, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling my
face harder against her. Her forehead dropped down and touched the top of my
hair. And then, as if snapping out of a trance, her body went straight and
stiff. I heard her say, "Oh my God," softly and then she pushed my mouth away
with all her strength, snapping my head back.

She slapped me first with one hand, then the other. Then got two firm (for a
girl) blows in on the top of my head before I came to my senses and literally
threw her into the center of the deep section of the pool about 6 feet away
from me.

She flew through the air, her body turning, her arms wide, and struck the water
breasts first with a smack. She thrashed on the top of the water, her feet
obviously kicking for dear life. She kept her face just above the surface,
repeating over and over again, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," in time with
her kicking feet, and panting - blowing water droplets with each breath.

Then she said, "Help me, I can't swim!"

I stood there and watched for a second and then said, "It looks like your
swimming to me. Keep it up for a few more seconds, then I'll help you."

I heard her say, "Nooo..." as I dove under the water. I swam over beside her
hip, watching her. Her legs flashed in a frenzy as she fought to keep herself
afloat. I stayed clear of her flailing feet as I quickly tugged one knot free
and then the other. I grabbed the flapping back of her bikini bottoms and
pulled them quickly from between her legs. I ran one hand along her gorgeous
ass and the other across her flat tummy above her sparse bush before I surfaced
about 3 feet from her.

"Daaaddddeeeee, help meeee," she begged as she bobbed at the surface.

I said, "Your going to have to balance on me if you want help. Be still and
good, or I'll pull you under!" Then I took 5 deep breaths, filling my lungs
with oxygen and slipped back under the surface.

Unlike Rachel, I had grown up with swimming pools as a constant source of play.
They were my babysitter, as I would spend 6, 8, 10 hours a day in or around our
apartment swimming pools. My friends and I would race and make up games and
challenge each other to feats of strength in swimming. My claim to fame had
been my ability to hold my breath. While most of my friends struggled to swim
the length of the pool entirely underwater without breathing, I could swim the
entire length, and back, and nearly back again before my lungs gave out.
Without the exertion of swimming I could hold my breath for almost two full
minutes.

This skill came in handy for what I was about to do. I swam down and took a
firm grasp of each of Rachel's ankles, pushing up so that she would know she
wouldn't go under. Then I slipped my head between her thighs and planted my
feet on the bottom of the pool. Straightening my legs I lifted her two full
feet with her thighs on my shoulders and her heavenly pussy against my chin.
Still under water I placing my hands under the two full hemispheres of her ass
and lifted her slightly more so I could drive my tongue right into the cleft of
her - parting her pussy lips with one smooth stroke.

Pulling her ass to me I buried my tongue deep in her pussy, leaving the cold,
chlorinated water of the pool and entering the slick, smooth, heavy wetness of
a woman in heat. Her pussy fairly gushed on my tongue. I adjusted my hands so
that my thumbs could intervene and spread her slipper pussy lips wider until my
entire mouth was engaged in her hot twat. I tongued deep as heavy, wetness
spread around my mouth. I sucked and swallowed sweet, hot nectar - swallow
after swallow. I felt as if my tongue were pumping a well of heaven. My upper
lip presses hard into her rock hard clit. I even grazed it hard with my upper
teeth as I fought to get my tongue deeper.

I couldn't hear anything under the water, but in less than 30 seconds of
sucking her clit and pussy, Rachel's hands grabbed the hair on the back of my
head and she pushed my face into her as her hips began to hump me. I teased her
tight, small asshole with one finger while I tongued her deep, fucking her with
it, grinding my face into her young, ripe, virgin opening. She was on fire at
this point and bucked like a bronco on my open, willing mouth.

My lungs began to burn, but I didn't want to separate myself from this well of
honey. I sucked harder. I bit and nibbled at her. Then I slid my mouth up ever
so slightly and sucked in just her clit - catching it between my teeth. I held
it fast, like a dog holds a rope toy as I inserted first one then two fingers
between her swollen pussy lips. I slid them in, feeling the engorged flesh,
searching deeper for my prize. And then I hit it - Her virginity, her hymen. I
pressed in against it and she tensed and pulled up. I slid my fingers around
and pushed again, the same reaction. By this time my body was screaming for
oxygen and I knew there was only one tool for penetrating that special barrier.

I pushed her off my shoulders and slid up the front of her body, my face
sliding against her skin, my hands running over her hips and up her sides until
I broke the surface with a gasp. No sooner had I taken a breath than my
daughter's open mouth pressed hard into mine and her tongue invaded me, moving
hungrily. Her hands were still grasping the hair on the back of my head and she
kept pulling me harder and harder into her face, sucking my lips, running her
tongue around in my mouth, pressing against my tongue and cheeks and the roof
of my mouth, searching out every secret place.

I kissed her back with abandon, my hands on her soft little cheeks, my fingers
curling around the back of her neck. I felt her toes climbing up the front of
my thighs, scraping down and then jumping higher, like she was trying to climb
a slippery tree, higher and higher until she reached my shorts, then higher
until... she hooked the top of my trunks with one big toe, and then the other,
and then pushed down hard, pushing my bathing suit down.

She never broke the kiss, she was sucking the taste of herself from me, and
breathed life into me while her feet did their magic work quickly. She hooked
one leg around my torso and pushed the back of my swimsuit off with the same
grabbing action. At last my painfully hard dick popped free and the suit fell
to the bottom of the pool wrapped around my ankles. I stepped out, spreading my
feet for balance and took hold of my sweet teenaged daughter's ass. I pulled to
stretch her asscheeks apart and held her there for a second... two seconds...
three... My cock was pulsing and throbbing, a thin tendril of pre-cum dancing
off the head, her hot pussy was an inch above it, spread and radiating moist
heat through the water. My breathing was ragged, my desire at its height. But I
wouldn't do it until she begged me.

Reading my mind, she screamed into my mouth, "Please, OH GOD, PLEASE DADDY,
FUCK ME NOW!"

I slammed her down onto my cock. Her pussy yielded like a tight sheath of
lambskin. Every nerve in my thick shaft exploded when her hymen tugged then
snapped in surrender in an instant. I didn't stop until the thin hairs of her
mound met the coarse, thick hair of my balls, filling her everywhere. Then we
froze.

My daughter's teeth were buried hard in my neck, her breath coming in great
pants around her open lips. I squeezed her tight to me. I could feel the
muscles of her cunt twitching, adjusting to the pressure of my fat, long shaft,
and sending sparkles up my spine. When her bite began to relax, but her teeth
remained clamped to my neck, I slowly - easily at first - in miniscule
movements, began shifting my fat cockhead in and out - first finely, then in
longer and longer strokes.

Her breathing picked up again when I was pulling halfway out and then driving
back into her with steady force. By the time I was fucking her at three-
quarters speed she was crying and moaning at the same time. I kept the pace
even, feeling the hot fire of my daughter's virgin pussy grip my shaft. And
then I started fucking her with force. My hands dropped to her hips, taking
control, her arms were wrapped tight around my neck as she gnawed and sucked on
me.

With my strong hands controlling her hips and my hips countering the action, I
pounded into her with growing force. I brought the ridge of my cockhead to the
threshold of her opening before I pounded it back in, sliding forever into her
before I smashed against her womb. Again and again, harder and harder I fucked
my daughter. Her teeth released me as a low groan began to rise from deep
within her and she repeated, to herself as much as to me, "Oh God Daddy Fuck
Me, Fuck Me, Fuck me!"

The water splashed between us. Great waves crashed into the walls of the pool,
sloshing water onto the deck. I was in heaven as I fucked my only daughter
outside, in the swimming pool, in front of God and everyone. Rachel came in a
great scream, stifled quickly by my mouth against hers. I continued to pound
into her with abandon, feeling the sap rise up in my balls. She screamed into
my mouth. Tears streamed down her face. And her pussy exploded for the first
time in her life, drenching my cock with a burst of heat.

I fucked her hard, slamming her into my hips. Pumping more and more virgin cum
from her sweet well. Then my balls began to tighten and I felt it coming from
the pit of my stomach. I broke the lock of our mouths and arched my back, my
face to the heavens. Rachel's fingers gripped into the flesh of my shoulders
and she watched me, her pussy gushing it a song of passion. She watched my
face... my eyes tightly shut, my mouth hanging open, the veins of my neck
distended, as I came from the soul of me. Pumping blast after hot, stick blast
of heavy cum into her warm, waiting, willing cunt.

And then it was done. I stood there panting, her limbs wrapped around me; her
cheek against mine, her wet hair stuck to her shoulder and neck. The waves in
the pool were subsiding, the whitecaps disappearing, the dying echoes of my
animal lust for her, and now hers for me. It was done...

Then, the sound of a slamming car door came to us over the house. Eve, my wife,
was home early! My heart stopped. I had to do something, but I didn't know
what. Rachel's head snapped up, her eyes looking at me wide in terror. I spun
around in the water, with Rachel still attached to me like a kitten, searching
for somewhere to hide. There was nowhere to go. Our towels were too far away,
especially since Rachel couldn't swim. I spotted Rachel's bikini top floating a
few feet away. I grabbed it and said, "Put this on and keep your mouth shut."

We were at the side of the pool closest to the sliding glass door. I stepped
over to the wall in three strides, extracted Rachel from me and pushed her to
the wall. "Just hold onto the wall!" I said. "I'll tie your top on!"

She clung to the wall, her elbows out, arms resting on the deck. I tied two
quick knots and pressed myself against the wall right beside her just as the
curtains parted and the sliding glass door moved.

My last thought was, "Please don't ask us to get out of the pool," then Eve was
standing there in the doorway 10 feet away.

"Hey guys, my meeting was cut short," she said cheerfully.

"Hey" we both said, in unison, probably a little to quickly. Eve's eyes shifted
slightly, but she didn't say anything. Seeing her standing there after I had
just made passionate love to our daughter brought back a flood of memories. Eve
was as much of a goddess as she was 15 years before when we got married at 18
due to her "condition". Rachel was a lovechild, created by passion on my
parents bed when Eve and I were Seniors in High School. I immediately realized
that as much as Rachel looked like her mother when dressed, in the throes of
passion she was the spitting image of the young Eve. She even bit me on the
neck the saw way Eve did when we were inexperienced, young lovers. My dick
began to involuntarily stir again.

I was snapped back to attention when I noticed that Eve was focusing on the
steps by the shallow end of the pool. Something was floating in the shallow
water covering the first step. Eve started walking over. There was nothing I
could do since I was pressed up against the wall to hide my nakedness.

Upon reaching the curved steps she said, "What is this?" as she reached over
and plucked my swim trunks out of the water.

She looked at me, then back down. Rachel's bikini bottoms had found their way
under them and were swaying, half submerged, above the step. Eve fished them
out, and then looked over at Rachel, who was blushing a crimson color. Then I
saw Eve's eyes move down my body. The water was crystal clear and she noticed
what she hadn't at first from the distance of 30 feet. My ass under the water!
Two steps more to change her angle and she saw Rachel's beautiful, while globes
under the water too. Her eyes slowly scanned the pool. My head snapped around
to look where she was looking, and right there, where we had coupled so
fiercely, in the water, thin strands of cum and sperm, like a latticework
underwater.

I looked back at Eve as her eyes refocused inward, searching her mind for
something to say. It took 10 unending seconds before she formulated her
response. Holding the two suits in her hand she walked over and stood in front
of the two of us - about 5 feet away.

First she turned to Rachel and said, "How are you feeling young lady? Or should
I say Woman?"

Rachel smiled, then let out a stifled giggle, and then said, "Mom, I've never
been better!"

Then Eve turned to me and said, "Michael, I knew this would happen one day. You
are too much a sexual creature for your own good. To tell you the truth, I
thought you would rape her and I would have to have you thrown in jail."

Then she smiled and said, "And GOD I would miss that big, gorgeous cock of
yours!"

I was shocked. But once I thought back to our early years of marriage, when
Rachel was just a baby, I recalled how experimental and lust-driven Eve was. We
had shared our bed with two different men and another woman - each on a
separate occasion. We had made love in dangerous places, and gone thrill
seeking among dangerous people. I had always though Eve had outgrown that (even
though I sorely missed it). I suddenly realized she hadn't!

Rachel's mouth hung open at hearing her mother praise my cock. Eve turned to
her and said, "Don't you think your daddy has a gorgeous cock?"

After a second of shocked pause Rachel replied in a slightly pouty voice, "I
don't know, Mom, I've never seen it. I've only felt it. But it sure feels
good!"

Eve's face broke out in a crooked smile and her hands went to her beautifully
shaped hips and she said, "Well, we'll have to fix that, won't we? You two stay
right where you are. I'm going to go get two towels because I'm going to take
you in the house and dry you both off personally..... And by the way, your neck
used to look like after you fucked my teenaged brains out too!!"

With that she turned, still holding the wet bathing suits, and disappeared into
the house. I noticed a bounce in her step I hadn't seen in many a year.

I turned to Rachel, and she to me, and we kissed - her young, sweet tongue
playing parry and thrust with mine for a moment. Then her eyes went wide, she
broke the kiss and said, "I can't wait to tell Mom I learned how to swim
today!"

The End of Chapter One (If you want me to write a Chapter Two, you have to tell
me why - In EXPLICIT details. Men and Women of all ages welcome. Minors only
with parents' permission.)? denialriver@hotmail.com

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