In Deep Water : by (c) Hamilton Joyce Mf Mm The only thing to be said for solitary confinement is that there is plenty of time to oneself. And my counsellor, a daft old biddy who visits once a month, says I should write it all down as part of the process of 'coming to grips with myself'. I think she really means 'repentance'. Fat chance! As soon as I'm out of here I'll start again. Six years, three months, two days, if I keep my nose clean, and show suitable contrition. Anyway, there's no way she's going to see this. I've quite another version to show her! Gospel according to St John! In the court they said I only became a swimming coach because it gave me access to young teens, and their lovely bodies. Not true. And although, like most guys, I could lust after their slender legs, young tits and pretty little butts, it was because of Samantha that I started having sex with them. And that was years after I first coached for a living. Wasted years! What pisses me off most is that I got ten years but Samantha was only given eighteen months. And yet she must have had ten boys and girls to every one I got. And it was only in the last six months that I fucked and sucked them. She had been after them for years before I even started. Samantha was the team diving coach. We slept together most nights when the team was away at an event or on tour. That was unless she had someone more interesting to fuck that night. She was nice and slim, and although you couldn't mistake her for a teen, she had something girlish about her figure that I went for. Anyway, it was at the Budapest championship in 1993. She came up to me in the hotel bar and said, 'I'm sleeping in my own room tonight, John.' 'That Carl Samways again?' 'Yes. I must tell you about him. He's fantastic. But not only that. Beth Coles.' 'You're having her as well!' 'No, darling. You're having her. She came to me all upset this afternoon after she came fourth in her heat. Said she wasn't performing at her best because of something she couldn't get out off her mind. It was you, John!' 'Fuckin ell!' 'Language, darling! I told her the best way to get you out of her mind and concentrate on her swimming was to have you. There, aren't I a nice little mistress?' I was dumbfounded. Bethany Coles was a lovely blonde just on the cusp. Enough to make your balls ache just to look at her in her swimming costume. Naked! I hardly dared think how beautiful she might be. 'So, if you go up to your room now, darling, you'll find her waiting for you, tucked up in your bed. Warm and willing.' I swallowed my drink and was off. 'I want to know all about it later, mind.' Her laughter accompanied me to the lift. It seemed to take an age to get to the fifteenth floor, my heart beating in anticipation, a tight band across my chest, and a tent in my trousers. I did not switch on the light, and was naked in seconds. Would she be there? I slipped into bed. Immediately, I felt her cuddle up to me soft and alive, her lips looking for mine. A kiss. Her tongue in my mouth. My hands on her shoulders, slipping down to caress her bottom. Naked! Her hands on my body, one leg over mine, forcing my legs apart. Her hand on my cock. 'You're big! Bigger than...' She stopped, the name unspoken. 'Ah, Bethany! I'm a man. I expect he's a boy.' 'I want you to put it in me, Mr Simons. I want to feel you in me.' She rolled away from me, and I knew she was lying beside me, legs open. I reached and felt her cunt. It felt plump, and my finger found her juicy and ready. Her clit was hard as my finger slipped over it. I heard her moan. More of a sigh, really. I rolled on top and supported myself with my elbows. She giggled as she held my cock and wiped it the length of her slit. She placed it and I shoved. She was tight, but her hips rose to meet mine, and the whole shaft slipped in. 'Oh. That's good.' I was fucking her slowly, gently, with long, deep strokes. She was, after all, only thirteen, and her cunt was delightfully tight.' 'Not like that! Harder! faster! Really do me, Mr Simons. I've so wanted this. I won't break! Fuck me hard! Hard!' I took her at her word and my pubic bone crashed into her clit with every thrust. Her hips were rising to meet mine. I could feel her fingers clutching at the muscles of my back. Her legs wound round me, and she pulled me onto her, collapsing off my elbows onto her tits. Then she was coming, and I was released from the concentration of avoiding coming before her. Her nails raked my back painfully, but I hardly noticed as I came, pumping into her. I lay on top of her while we recovered. She kissed me, her tongue in my mouth again. 'I was so afraid you'd tell me to go away, back to my own room.' She rolled from under me and lay beside. I wiped my cock on the sheets. 'I knew you wanted me. I've seen you looking at me like that.' She giggled. 'Especially here.' She found my hand and pressed it to her bosom. 'I've seen you looking at my tits. And here.' She moved my hand to her cunt, where I felt her fine hair. 'Sometimes you've accidentally touched my tits, and once here! Only I don't think it was an accident.' She giggled. 'But I've never really seen you, have I?' 'I love it when boys...men...look at me like that.' She must have reached out and switched on the bedside light. And there she was. Naked. Her cunt hair was strawberry-blonde, in a tiny fringe. 'I was afraid you'd think it too dangerous.' 'I know. "The police are seeking a middle aged man and a teenage girl. She is ash blonde and has blue eyes. When she laughs, which is often, her face lights up with a lovely smile, and her teeth are white.' I kissed her. 'Her breasts are perfectly formed, firm and pert, and the nipples are lovely and pink.' I kissed one. 'And her nipples are very erectile. Her legs are long and slender, and her belly has the firmness of a true athlete. In fact her whole body has muscle tone, and her skin glows with health. It is believed her pubic hair is gold, the colour of honey If anybody sees her, please call the Chief Constable, who fancies her too."' 'That's nice. You say the nicest things.' She had been licking my belly, and fondling my cock, still hard. 'But what about my bottom? Does the police description say anything about that?' She giggled and knelt on the bed. I knelt behind her and kissed each buttock, and then tongued deep into her crack, slipping my tongue between her dimpled anus and her open cunt.. I pressed my cock into the crease. 'Not there, silly. Lower down!' 'Her bottom is one of her prettiest features, firm, rounded, with lovely smooth white skin. It is believed, however, that she has not yet learned the pleasures of anal sex."' I was fully in her (cunt not arsehole!) now, gripping her slender hips with both hands. She wriggled in front of me, and I could see she had slipped her right hand beneath her. I felt her hand on my balls, squeezing oh- so-gently. Then her fingers went to her clit. Later she made me wear a sort of rubber pad at the base of my cock for fucking doggy-style. (She got it mail order). She could take my full length from the front, but from behind my knob was bashing into her womb with each thrust. I was afraid I'd done some damage when she screamed, and made me stop for a moment. 'You're too long. Carl is like that, too. He holds the end of it while he does me, and then it's all right.' So we started again, me with my fist round the root of my prick, shortening it, and her playing with her clit as we fucked. One of my hands, of course, was committed to holding my cock to reduce its length, but the other caressed and fondled those firm, slender hips and buttocks. Now I reached round and under her to find her perfect little breast. God, how I love tiny, firm tits with puffy nipples. I'm hard while I write this, just remembering her sweet body. I squeezed her nipple between thumb and forefinger, and heard her beginning to come. So I went faster at her, and felt her gripping me as she came, moaning with pleasure this time, not with pain. I was momentarily disappointed when she crawled forward on the bed, and my cock came out, glistening. But she hugged me, and her lips were on my cock. I felt her mouth, warm and wet enclose the knob and then slip down the shaft. I moved her so I could get my mouth on her clit. She tasted salty from my first cum, and slippery-tangy from her own juices. I sucked and licked at her clit, pulling her close into me, a hand on each buttock. She was sucking and gobbling at my cock, her tongue flicking and licking. Her finger tip-tapped on my arsehole, her other hand gently stroking my balls, and I felt myself coming. I pumped into her. She did not gag, and was swallowing. And then she was coming too, again. We lay in each others' arms whispering our delight in each other. Finally she said she had to go. 'Wouldn't do to fall asleep and be here all night!' 'Same again tonight, darling?' 'Oh, I can't, Mr Simons. I promised Carl Samways we'd have each other tonight.' My dismay must have been evident on my face. 'But if you like, we could both come to you together. I know Carl goes both ways, and I'd love to see you do it with him. And I love to be sucked and fucked at the same time...' ....................................................... That morning we had a last-minute training session before the afternoon's competition. Beth looked so cuet in her black swimsuit (we used the national colours for the real thing only.) I stood behind her, correcting her stance for the start. Her butt looked so good. I took a chance and reached round her as if to steady her. My palm closed over her right breast, and I immediately remembered how firm and smooth it had felt in the night. As if to correct her stance, I reached with my other hand between her legs and grasped her cunt through the thin lycra. She turned her head and smiled over her shoulder, mouthing silently the two words, 'Naughty. Later.' I released her and looked out at the pool. Aretha Spalding was looking at us, me full in the face, with the strangest look in her eyes. She is an ugly little girl. Freckles and acne all over her face, with its great lantern jaw. The braces on her teeth did not help either. She was one of Samantha's divers, not one of my swimmers, and that showed in her body. While my swimmers all had lovely figures (whether girl or boy) given to them by swimming, she was skinny and gaunt looking. Later I helped Carl Samways out of the pool, heaving him up by one hand. He lurched against me, and cheekily used the opportunity to grasp my cock though my cotton track suit. I reached and touched his too. Beth had let slip the night before that he was as long as me, and he had an intriguing bulge that I had often looked at secretly. Now that was the first time I had touched another cock since I was a teen myself. He whispered, 'Gonna be good!' and insanely daring kissed me full on the lips. It was over in a second. And there, again was the dire figure of Aretha Spalding looking at us, catching the moment that gave us away. ........................................................ I had rushed my dinner and been on tenterhooks all evening. Waiting for them I had put on my dressing gown. Then I changed my mind, stripped it off and waited naked. Then decided again it would be best not to be bare. Then stripped off again. My cock was almost painfully hard, and I had that feeling in my balls that suddenly reminded me of when I was a teen myself, anticipating my first sex (with one of my mother's coffee-morning friends as it happens). They were punctual to the minute, and just opened the door as I had told her. I was in my dressing gown again, my cock making a tent in it. They, too, were wearing their team uniform dressing gowns, the ones you will have seen them wearing in television interviews after events. I slipped my gown off and let it fall to the floor. 'Cool.' 'I told you you'd have a surprise.' She giggled as they let their gowns fall to the floor. I had studied Carl more closely that afternoon, in anticipation of enjoying him later. He could have been Beth's sister, with the same blonde hair, his cropped closely, the same blue eyes and happy grin. But his shoulders were beginning to get the swimmer's breadth, and his biceps were defined, despite being only fifteen. Hairless chest. Two pretty pink nipples. Flat belly, and, oh! those slender hips. He was triangular shoulders to crotch! His cock was half-hard, and lay in a graceful arc over his balls: unless the foreskin was drawn back already, he seemed to have been cut. His pubic hair was a lighter blonde than Beth's. Their eyes were shining, and they were not in the least timid. Carl, at least, knew exactly what he wanted, and that was my cock. He grasped me by it, and led me to the bed. I had been wondering about how to make the first move on him. But he was all over me. The next I knew was I was on my back, him kneeling over me, his pretty little pink-puckered anus over my face. Then his mouth, warm, wet and welcoming round my cockhead. I licked the hard bit between his arsehole and his balls, and then ran my tongue lightly over his balls, with their fine, golden fluff. He groaned, and I felt him sucking harder. He raised his hips slightly, and his cock was against my cheek. I moved an inch, and the knob slipped between my lips. This was the first time (honestly!) I'd ever sucked a cock. (When we were teens we had only wanked together, nothing more). I ran my tongue around it, and then let the shaft slide into my mouth. I gagged slightly as it touched the back of my throat, but soon learned to take the full length into the side of my mouth. He was gobbling on my cock now, and from on top of me really fucking my mouth. Beth was kneeling beside us and had been caressing his arse as he moved in and out of me. I saw her fumble in a dressing gown pocket, and then squeeze some jelly on her fingers. Just above my nose I saw her slip a finger into his arse. She finger-fucked him, pushing in, and then seeming to stroke him inside before pulling it slowly out, only to penetrate again. I gelt her tongue in my ear, tickling round it. She whispered, 'Fuck him. Do him in the arse. He loves it!' 'What's she saying?' My cock was out of his mouth. 'What's she saying?' 'She says I should fuck you! That you love it!' 'Cool!' I would have expected him to kneel, but he lay on his back, legs open like a little girl. His cock waved enticingly in front of him, and I leaned to kiss it again, holding his balls gently in one hand. Then, lithely, he raised his kness and bent so he was doubled-up. His buttocks were smooth and seemed almost rounded in this position, but more to the point his lovely little anus was exposed to my view. It glistened from Beth's ministrations. She slid her hand down my shaft, and I, too, shone, lubricated. 'Now!' he murmured, and I placed my cock. I was momentarily alarmed at his groan when I entered him, but he immediately reassured me. 'Now fuck! Hard, long, and slow.' I obeyed, and was fucking him. (obviously my first!) He lowered his legs, and was wanking his cock between the two of us. Beth sat, legs open, just behind his head, so I could see her flat belly and firm, champagne-glass-shaped tits. But more to the point, I could see her fingers flying up and down her pink cunt-lips, stretching and tweaking at her clit. It was too much for me and I felt myself coming, my biggest orgasm ever, I think, to this day. 'Hey! You needed that, man!' Carl laughed and rolled out from under me, still hard. I saw a drop of cum in the eye of his cock, and removed the salty goo with my tongue. 'My turn now.' Her eyes were shining. But I'll rinse you first. Remember what Samantha told us!' I had noticed she finger-fucked him with her left hand, but wanked herself with her right. So Samantha had been educating the boys and girls about the hygiene of anal sex. Good! She rinsed my cock at I dried it while she washed his arse. And then it was back to the bed. It was obvious what she wanted. To be sucked and fucked at the same time. What girl wouldn't! 'I'll show you what she likes coach.' She was lying on her side. 'Now, if I slip it in like this...' He pressed his thighs against her arse and held her cheeks apart. Then he was in her, from behind. 'Now you suck her, and she likes your balls right in her face.' I needed no more invitation. I got my tongue onto her clit, and she pulled me onto her face, so my cock was resting against her lips and nose. Her arms were round my bottom, holding me to her. I could taste her cint, and my cum in there too. I licked and sucked, conscious of that long, slim cock working away just inches from my face. I could see it stretch her outer lips with each thrust, and then exit, glistening with her love-juice. She had my cock in her mouth, sucking, and I could feel life returning to it. So could she, and I heard her laugh. 'He's up again, Carl . I told you he would!' Her finger tapped against my arse, and then I felt it slip in, to the first knuckle I should think. I groaned my pleasure. This, too, was a first for me. Would you believe it? I had never had a finger (or anything except a thermometer) in my arse before. Well, I was really hard now, and she let my cock slip out of her mouth, to lick my balls, gently masturbating my virgin anus the while. I sucked, licked, and enjoyed the closeness of her hot little cunt and its springy, fucking cock. I had managed to get one arm over the two of them, and could caress Carl's hard buttocks as he shagged her. She came before either of us, her little panting cries half-stifled by my cock in her mouth. Carl was giggling. 'I didn't come yet, coach. You know what's next?' I could guess, and lay on my belly over a pillow, one leg bent, my face in the other pillow. And yes, he slipped it into me as easy as that finger earlier. I found I was shagging the pillow in time with his thrusts. Thern I felt the warmth, and smelled the scent, of her cunt pressed up against my forehead. I lifted my head, and there was her cunt again. I pressed my face into it, still shagging the pillow. I could hear Carl groaning, and he was fucking me harder and harder. As he came, I pumped my cum over the pillow. I dozed off, and was alone by the time I woke up. Next morning the whole team knew that the Coach had fucked her and him, and been fucked by him. And they all wanted some! ................................................................................ It was some six months later that it all came to a head. I had by then fucked nearly all the girls, and a fair number of the boys as well. Amanda Patel was a lovely little girl, thirteen, and she had just joined the team. Her mother was a petite blonde, and her father an immensely handsome Indian. Good genes, and she had the best of both parents. Her light brown skin was like velvet, and her petite beauty would take your breath away. I only mention this episode because it was the cause of all our troubles. I had taken the opportunity to share a few moments with this pretty little nymphet in the showers. We had been playing off and on for several days now, and she was quite used to doing what pleased me most. She was not yet on the pill...I would get Samantha to arrange contraceptives for her as she usually did...so she had been sucking me, while I fondled her lovely little breasts, with their pert brown nipples. Feeling close to coming, I had her kneel down to give me her arse. I had just knelt behind her, and was spreading her cheeks to insert, when the door opened. Bloody Aretha Spalding! She looked at us. This time I knew what I saw in her eyes. Rage! I got up, my cock waving in front of me. 'Get out! And stop following me around. Spying on me!' I slammed the door behind her and locked it, this time. Not that it matters, I did get to bugger Amanda that afternoon, though the anger and tension caused my the little spy meant it was too quick, and not much fun for either of us. I made up for it that night, sucking and fucking her for hours. My last! The significance of this episode is that it was the first time Aretha had seen me naked. Because of it she was able to describe my cock (circumcised). And more to the point, put in her evidence that I shaved my pubic hair, and instead had a tattoo of an eagle, wings open.. In the court, the jury decided that her knowledge of my cock reinforced her accusation. The real killer for me, however, was the spunkstains on her knickers. I can imagine her sneaking into my room one morning and finding a used condom in the rubbish bin (though I seldom used a rubber). Or perhaps a damp tissue she then wiped onto her panties. Or perhaps she had simply stolen the knickers from some little girl I had in fact fucked. Well, however the cum got onto her panties, it was there, and DNA tests showed it was mine .'Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the forensic evidence against the accused is damning.....' I was still in bed with Samantha the next morning. (Amanda had left after her quickie the evening before). There were two uniformed policemen. I was charged with the rape of a minor (Aretha), and Samantha with her indecent assault. There were no other charges. Aretha Spalding had accused both of us of having lots of the other girls and boys, but, loyally, they all denied it. It is ironic that we were found guilty of fucking with the only one of them neither of us had fucked or even wanted! I'm resigned to it, now. After all, if the cap fits, wear it. And I had an awful lot of sex in those six months. This place is not too bad. They have to keep me away from the other prisoners, of course, because they are hard on my offence. There is the stupid old 'visitor'. And sometimes they put another paedophile in with me for a bit, when the prison is crowded. We swap stories, and usually get to bugger each other to relieve the boredom. One of the screws likes me to suck him of, and I'll probably get him to fuck me finally, some day. Only six years three months and a day now! FIN