Swimming Laps

The pool was my favorite place. I have to say I’ve learned a lot inside of the water.

I had been with the same instructor since I started my swim lessons. He’d watched me grow up so needless to say I trusted him. During one of my sessions things changed. He stood by watching me do my water therapy like he had a million times before. We held light conversation as I lay on the water with my eyes closed drifting as the water moved. There wasn’t much movement because the moment was to be therapeutic. Like clockwork, once I was done I went under for ten seconds but this time I was held in place. He grabbed my head and began poking his hard dick on my lips. Out of reflex I yelled underwater and that allowed him to enter my mouth. He was fucking my mouth really face but my only concern at the time was controlling the rest of the oxygen I had left. I guess he had already worked himself up because he came; holding my head in place until every spurt was out. He released me and I was finally able to come up for air. I swam to the edge and he was right behind me. Still trying to catch my breath I struggled to get out of the pool. He grabbed my waist and pulled it to his center. He yanked at my swimsuit’s center and continuously tried to penetrate me. He was relentless. I kept trying to get out but he would pull me right back down and the last time he pulled me back he was able to pin me to the wall of the pool and force his dick in me. I cried in disbelief and because I knew no one could hear me. We were always alone until my grandpa would come pick me up. He bit my back a little at the excitement of being inside me. He held me so tight as he went in and out of me. He sounded winded as if he had held his breath from the moment he first touched me. His grunts were hard and quick and the longer he was inside of me the deeper he sank. It was weird because as much as I wanted it to be over something was happening inside me. He squeezed my nipples and kissed my neck and his strokes became more steady and intentional like he knew something I didn’t. A few minutes later my body shook and I tried to grip the edge of the pool. The feeling was so intense I passed out.

I arrived to pick my granddaughter up from swim class. She was preparing for a competition so when she didn’t meet me in the parking lot I assumed practice ran late. After ten minutes I decided to wait inside so I got out the car and entered the building. I had an eerie feeling Walking down the hall. As soon as I approached the pool doors I saw my granddaughter struggling to take dick. That moment was short lived because she soon orgasmed and it seemed like she was in a state of bliss before she passed out. He then began to nut while stopping her from falling under water. I rushed in to assist and the instructor began fiddling below water. I knew he was trying to either fix himself or her. He handed her to me and hopped out the pool. I laid her on her back and looked her up and down and noticed one of her pussy lips still exposed. I look up at him and asked what happened and he said she was doing water therapy and passed out. I told to go get her things and a blanket so I can take her to emergency. He headed towards the lockers to retrieve her things. I quickly unfastened my belt buckle and undid my trousers. I lined myself up and entered her for myself. True enough her velvety inside were slick with his cum. I continued to fuck her not caring when he came back. Her eyes fluttered a few times but she was still out. The instructor came running back into the pool room but stopped in his tracks when he saw me hammering away at her insides. He slowly walked over towards us and I told him his semen was still warm. His dick began to surge and I continued my invasion of this deflowered pussy. She was so tight and slick and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I came hard inside her mixing my cum with his. I lye on top of her catching my breath and got up to fix my clothing. I fixed hers then picked her up and grabbed her stuff to carry her to the car. I told him he needs to clean up and take care of himself seeing as though he had a full on errection. We went home and she was groggy. I made her supper and she asked what happened. I told her I walked in on her instructor raping her and kicked his ass. I gave her two pain pills; one was actually a plan B that I had stopped and grabbed along the way, and made her something to eat. She went up to her room and slept. I accompanied her to every practice after that.

I can’t help but wonder why I keep having these visions of grandpa being on top of me. It’s been 3 weeks since the incident with my instructor and I can’t stop thinking about it. I wake up in cold sweats, horny and wet, and frustrated. The only thing I can’t figure out is why when I’m trying to recall the events from my rape I see grandpas face and not the instructor. I went back to practice and grandpa had been there every day. No one spoke about it, we just went on with life like nothing happened. I was going crazy inside trying to remember the night, the feeling, and beating myself up for wanting it again. I started holding myself at night. I could feel myself throbbing on my hand. I would hold myself tighter and that’s when I discovered that the throbbing intensified with pressure. Then I learned that moving my hand made me feel good. So my nightly routine of masturbation started. I would fantasize about my instructor and then grandpas face would pop up and I’d cum so hard. I wish I knew why.