Wet

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

 

(FM, FMM, dp, MF, exh, MFF, catfight) caution

By: Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

 

Modesto, California, 1966

A shrill whistle blew thru 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, tho.”

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 blond 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 blond 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 thru 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 thru 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 thru her short, dark blond 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 damp gash, 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 wet, 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 thru 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 tho 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, blond, 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 blond 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. His 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 narrow, 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 thru her dark blond 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." She let it sink in for a moment, the confusion on his face giving way to disbelief. "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 tho 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 thru his shorts and stared into his blue eyes. No one could see them well in this dark corner. Brad 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 dick 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, trying to forget Rogan's betrayal.

Over her shoulder, across the pool, Tony stumbled drunkenly toward the diving board. He was being loud, getting everyone’s attention. Brad ignored him and 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 pussy.” She moaned and pushed down his shorts to grope his hard ass.

“Oh my God!” came a girl’s squeal. “Oh! I think he’s hurt!”

“Don’t stop,” Lynn groaned. “Fuck me, Brad. Don’t stop fucking me.”

“Unh, unh, unh,” he grunted, fucking her harder than ever, his balls preparing a powerful burst. “Oh, shit. 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 blond 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. “You know, I got rid of your little gift.” Lynn had prepared snacks for the divers.

Rogan mounted the platform. “You little bitch,” Lynn growled. She never took her eyes off the smooth-skinned Rogan, who took his position with confidence.

Lynn's stomach churned in knots. Rogan's muscles flexed, his limbs snapped into a roll. He made a perfect dive, straight and smooth.

“He made his choice," Ronnie said. "Nobody wants a slut like you.”

Something inside Lynn collapsed. She turned and grabbed Ronnie by her long wet hair. "You little fucking bitch," she growled. Ronnie tried to pull free and swung at her, but Lynn pulled her head back and grabbed her by the chin.

"Hey, hey, hey!" came a voice. Coach Andrea broke them up. A head taller, she separated the girls and admonished them. "Hit the showers, both of you."

Coach Andrea marched Ronnie and Lynn into the girls' shower, where they stripped off their suits and stood under the warm spray of water. Coach Andrea stood watch as the girls soaped up and washed their naked bodies, seeming to take more pleasure from the sight than a woman should.

Lynn didn't look at her, but she began to stroke her thighs and breasts provocatively, letting the soapy suds wash off her, revealing her smooth, glistening skin. She turned the shower handle slightly to cool the water, and her nipples puckered into pouty nubs.

Lynnn closed her eyes and stroked herself between her thighs slowly, fully aware of the effect she was having on Coach Andrea. The older woman backed out of the shower and slipped quietly thru the locker room toward the equipment room, where she could find a little privacy for a few precious minutes....

With their chaparone gone, Lynn turned to Ronnie. "I swear," She breathed, "if you don't leave Rogan alone, I will—"

"He chose me, Lynn. Not you! He doesn't want a cheap tramp for a girlfriend!" That did it. Lynn rushed Ronnie and grabbed her under the arms. They struggled for a grip for a moment, banging into the tiled wall under Ronnie's shower, the warm, wet spray getting in both their faces.

Lynn was able to turn away, but Ronnie had to close her eyes. Coughing, gasping for air, and flailing for a handhold, she lost her balance. The two girls slipped on the wet tile and fell on their sides with a grunt, bruising hips and elbows. "God damn it," croaked Ronnie.

Lynn had the upper hand, clenching Ronnie's leg between her strong thighs, trapping her arm. "I'm gonna break your damn neck, you boy-stealing cunt!" Lynn growled. She leaned on Ronnie and knocked her head against the tile, causing her to cry out.

But then Ronnie rolled over on top of Lynn. Now she had the advantage, and she bounced up and down on the other girl, making her grunt and groan. The spray was in Ronnie's face again, but she closed her eyes against it. So she wasn't ready when Lynn swung an arm up and struck her in the face—once, twice—and pushed her off.

The naked girls separated for moment, red and breathless, but Ronnie growled, "You whore," and leaped on Lynn, and the two tumbled into the middle of the shower room. Ronnie sat on Lynn and trapped her arms against her slick, bare breasts. "Give up! Give up!" she grunted.

But Lynn slid out from under her on the slippery floor, rolling her off and grabbing her by the legs. Then she gave a shout and clamped her thighs around Ronnie's neck. Her ass and pussy were in Ronnie's face now, and Lynn struggled to hold her.

Lynn rubbed her crotch into Ronnie's face, grinding the groove of her pussy against the bridge of the other girl's nose. "You like that? You like the smell of my pussy?" she gloated.

Ronnie was trapped. She gasped for air and squirmed for release, but Lynn held tight and ground her wet snatch into her face again and again. Lynn found her clit pressing against the tip of Ronnie's nose and bucked for all she was worth, gunting and groaning as she fucked her rival's face.

Ronnie groaned and struggled, but Lynn only squeezed harder as she drove herself to a hot, pulsing orgasm against Ronnie's face, oozing pussy juice all over her and moaning loudly.

At last the separated. Ronnie coughed and gasped for breath, her face red and bruised. Lynn sat back, legs splayed lewdly, and grinning wickedly. "Did you like that?" she gloated. "Did you like eating my pussy?"

"You fucking lezzie slut!" Ronnie shrieked. "Don't come near me again!"

Lynn leaped on her and held her down again. Still weak and breathing heavily, Ronnie could hardly resist. Lynn jammed two fingers up the other girl's slit roughly. "I can do anything I want to you, you little bitch. You leave Rogan alone or I'll fucking kill you. Do you understand? I'll run you over in my car—"

"Lynn! Stop it!" It was Coach Andrea again, back from her diddling break. She separated the girls and turned off the showers. "This is it, Lynn. You've been trouble for a long time, but this is it. I want you out of here. You're off the team, and if I see you around here again, I'll call the police."

The naked girl protested, begged for another chance, even began to cry, but it was too late. Coach Andrea had seen enough. Ronnie nursed her bruised arms and knees as Lynn was forced to dress quickly and leave in disgrace.

Lynn Cale stumbled out of the arena and into the parking lot more lost and alone than she had ever felt. People were looking at her, whispering.

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.