Zach was relaxing on a lounge by the poolside in his swim trunks, savoring the last bit of warm sun in the early evening and reading his book, when he heard the shrieks and giggles of the three girls approaching. Spilling out of the house in a wave of preteen exuberance came raven-haired Kaitlyn and her two friends, ginger Emma and tan Brooke with dirty blonde hair. Zach looked up from his book for just a glance, but then did a double take, finding his eyes locked on the three young girls.

Kaitlyn was wearing a one-piece bathing suit, blue with cartoon characters printed on it. The stretchy fabric hugged every developing curve of her young body, and the legs were cut high to come down to a narrow V at her crotch. Zach tore his eyes away from her when he realized he was staring, but then he saw Emma who was wearing a skimpy bikini, if in fact there was enough material there to qualify as such. He was pretty sure he had seen girls his own age sent home from the city pool for wearing things less revealing than this, so it boggled his mind that such a young girl could have gotten her hands on it. The material was a bright orange that accentuated her naturally red pixie cut and freckles; the color of it reminded him of orange sherbert, and he hoped that it was only the comparison to ice cream that was making his mouth water.

By comparison, Brooke was dressed very modestly. In fact, she still wore street clothes rather than a swimsuit: a plain white tanktop and the jean shorts she had been wearing earlier. She saw him looking at her and said in explanation, "I forgot my swimsuit, so Kaitlyn said it'd be okay if I swam in this." With that, she undid the button of her jean shorts and slid them down her tanned legs, revealing a pair of pink panties underneath. Zach felt like his eyes were about to pop out of his head, but he struggled to maintain composure.

The three girls jumped in the pool one after another. Kaitlyn did a cannonball off the deck, making a huge splash. Emma walked out on the diving board, bounced once, twice, and then went into the water in a graceful dive. Brooke sat on the side of the pool and, holding on to the edge behind her, slowly lowered herself into the water; when she was in up to her waist, she let go and went completely under the surface, bouncing back up to reveal that the water had turned her tanktop into a clingy, slightly sheer material through which Zach could see her tanned skin. He tried his hardest to focus on the book and was just about to give up and go inside when he heard Kaitlyn calling his name.

"Zach! Will you come in the pool and play Marco Polo with us?"

"Oh, uh, no thanks. I think I'd rather read."

This was met by a chorus from all three girls: "Oh, pleeeease? Pretty please?" "Aww, come on, Zach?" "It'll be fun! You'll never catch us!"

He wanted to say no again, to just leave and go inside, but he knew they wouldn't let him go that easily. They'd beg and tease and pester until he gave in. Besides, he was already wearing his swim trunks. Maybe the cold water would douse the feelings of arousal he had been trying to fight back.

"Ah, fine," he said, sighing and stuffing the bookmark into his book. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it and the book onto the chair, took two big strides, and leaped into the water with a cannonball that made a huge splash. When his head broke the water again, he heard all three girls giggling and squealing with delight.

"Okay Zach, you're it first! Close your eyes!" said Emma.

Zach obeyed, clamping his eyes shut and wading into the shallow end with his hands held up ready to grab at any unseen prey that strayed too close. "Marco!"

"Polo!" came the chorus of three girlish voices.

Zach turned in what he thought was the direction of the voice that sounded closest--Kaitlyn? He took a couple steps before calling again, "Marco!"

"Polo!" The two further away he ignored for now, but the closest voice was now a little bit closer and off to one side. He turned again and took another couple steps. "Marco!"

"Polo!" This time she was just out of reach; another couple steps and he'd have her. He tried to feign like he was turning towards one of the other two voices, but at the last second he lunged! His hands closed on water only, feeling the wake of a small body swimming away. He had just missed her by a hair.

"Kaitlyn, he almost got you!" called Emma. Her voice sounded close, as if she had swam up while she thought he was distracted trying to tag Kaitlyn. And unless Zach had lost his bearings with his eyes closed, it sounded like she was between him and one side of the pool. Perhaps he could corner her there...

"Marco!"

"Polo!" The nearby voice that he thought was Emma was accompanied by some splashing. She was trying to swim away, but he sidestepped to cut her off as best he could. "Marco!"

"Polo!" Emma giggled, and there was more splashing. She was trying to escape in the opposite direction now, but he sidestepped again and cut her off. "Marco!"

"Polo!" He had her now! Lunging sideways with one arm outstretched, he made contact!

His hand was on her for only a second, but in his mind it took a million years. He felt her smooth skin under his hand, and under that the collarbone and ribcage of a skinny young body. She twisted away from him and his hand slid down her body, first feeling one of the triangular panels of lycra that made up her bikini top; under it was the fleshy mound of one of her budding breasts. His hand continued to slide as she twisted around, trying to get away. He felt her ribs and then her side. In his mind's eye, he pictured her pale skin and could almost count the freckles he knew would be there where his hand found her hipbone. He found a knotted length of lycra string, and if the animalistic urge at the back of his mind was in charge his fingers would have gripped one loose end and pulled to undo the knot and slip the loose bikini bottom off of the preteen girl. Instead, he let his fingers trail loosely, but the twisting action of her young body continued and he discovered the tender flesh of her cute little butt, right at the edge of her bikini bottom. For a split second that would by itself have been enough to burn into his memory and use as fantasy fuel for many nights to come, he felt just one fingertip forced under the edge of fabric and he was inside her bikini bottom, feeling her ass as she slid away, his hand edging ever lower to the point where cheek met inner thigh...

And then she was ten feet away from him and giggling at his blinking, shocked expression. He gathered his wits and said "Tag! You're it!"

"Nuh-uh!" teased Emma in a playful singsong. "Not just tag, you gotta catch me!"

He chuckled with a rueful grin. "So I'm still it, then? Alright..." Despite his earlier misgivings, he was actually having fun playing such a simple pool game with these young girls. He closed his eyes once more. "Marco!"

"Polo!" He still had a pretty good idea where Emma was, since he had just seen her with his eyes open. But if he went after one of the other two, they'd be less likely to expect it. He turned and took a couple big steps. "Marco!"

"Polo!" One voice was close: Brooke, with her slightly tanned skin under that wet, semi-sheer tanktop. He took a few strides in her direction. "Marco!"

"Polo!" She was backing away from him, but he knew that this was only taking her closer to one corner of the pool. She'd be even more trapped than Emma had been. "Marco!"

"Polo!" He was closing the distance. She didn't have much more room to escape before he'd be on top of her. "Marco!"

"Polo!" She shrieked and giggled, splashing and trying to get away but unable to escape. Arms out to either side to block her path, he swept them in like the jaws of a great predator closing on its helpless prey.

He managed to gather her up in his arms, locking her in a big bear hug. The water made Brooke's skin slick, and she tried to twist away as Emma had done, but no matter how she writhed, he had her held tight. She shrieked and giggled and fought, but he kicked off the bottom of the pool and thrust upward, lifting her out of the water with a bestial roar of triumph.

Opening his eyes, he looked at her adorable young face with wet, dirty blonde hair plastered to her cheeks. He savored the feeling of her skin touching his, and he reflected for a second on how infrequently he felt the physical touch of another person, let alone such a beautiful young girl. Her eyes locked on his for a moment, and she gave a hesitant little smile. For just a moment, all was quiet in the pool and it seemed like she was about to say something, to ask him something important.

But then reinforcements arrived on the scene to aid in Brooke's escape. First, an enemy appeared on his left flank: giggling, pale Emma grabbing ahold of his arm and trying to pry it off her friend. Then a second enemy appeared on his right flank: Kaitlyn with her cute pixie-cut, raven hair wrapped her slender arms around his neck. Now a pair of legs were wrapping around each of his knees and he felt his movement restricted. Capitalizing on the surprise attack that had momentarily loosened his grip on her, Brooke renewed her struggles, twisting and writhing her slippery skin against him. All of this added up to Zach stumbling backwards, toppling over with a splash and laughter and three girlish shrieks of surprise.

When he managed to find his footing and stand upright again, all three young bodies were still tied around him in knots of skinny limbs. Emma and Kaitlyn still hung on either arm, but now Brooke had repositioned herself to be in the dominant position: her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her legs around his torso with her heels hooked on the back of his thighs. This meant that her young pussy was separated by only a layer of soaking wet cotton panties and a layer of swimming trunks from his-- Just thinking about it, blood rushed to his crotch. He felt his cock begin to stiffen and push itself up against her panty-clad, prepubescent pussy.

Compared to the cold water, her skin was hot against his. Her thighs wrapped around his hips, her stomach pressed against his were warm, but her crotch was hot like a furnace on his cock through his trunks. He looked down at her, seeing how the wet cotton of her tanktop clung to her body. Just a ghost of her tanned skin showed through the wet fabric, and there on her chest were two brown circles that could only be the nipples on her young, developing breasts. He realized that on either side of him were Kaitlyn in her one-piece lycra suit that hugged her body like a second skin, and Emma in that skimpy bikini that would have had him rock-hard in seconds if he had seen it on the body of a girl his own age. The worst part was, he realized that Brooke saw him looking at her, that she smiled knowingly at him, a smile that seemed to say "I know what you want, and I want it too."

And now he knew that something was about to happen. He didn't know exactly what that something was, but he knew that it would quite likely lead to regrets and consequences. The next chapter of that story was a blur, but the epilogue would be him in jail for three counts of statutory rape of a minor. Yet, in the back of his mind that animalistic part of him still wanted to continue that story regardless. To push forward, just go for it. To fuck these three little girls who were so eagerly pressing their sexy bodies against him.

But his rational mind won out; he couldn't go through with it and risk the negative consequences. Instead he looked around desperately for an escape from the situation, taking a step backward as if he could walk away from the trio of dangers that were maintaining their vice-like grips on him. His foot found the slope in the floor of the pool, where shallow end transitioned into deep end. Seizing it as his salvation, he kicked off the bottom and tucked his head under the water, diving for the very bottom of the deep end. Three surprised, girlish shrieks, accompanied by sputtering and splashing, marked the three girls disengaging from him.

By the time Kaitlyn, Emma, and Brooke had set foot in the shallow end again, Zach was already halfway up the ladder at the other end of the pool. "I, uh, have to go to the bathroom!" he stammered, grabbing one of the towels from the stack on the patio table and wrapping it around himself to hopefully hide his erection.

"Okay. Can we order pizza for dinner?" asked Kaitlyn, her voice calm as if nothing had just happened. As if all three girls were completely oblivious that they had come within a hairsbreadth of having their virgin pussies pounded one after another by Zach's raging cock. Visions danced in his head, visions of Zach standing over three naked young girls laid out on a bed in various poses of collapsed exhaustion, their minds in a half-conscious stupor from the mind-blowing fucking he had given them, their first but not their last if he had his way. In his vision, a hot load of his cum dripped out of each of their freshly deflowered pussies.

When he turned from the sliding door, they were already back to playing and splashing one another. "Sure, um... Go ahead and order, and I'll go change. I'll pay when it gets here." He fled inside, slamming the door behind him.

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The three girls exchanged mischievous looks before breaking out into raucous laughter.

"Did you see the look on his face?" cackled Emma. "Do you think he knows?"

"How could he not?" laughed Kaitlyn. "I mean, he didn't say anything, but he knows what's going to happen even if he's resisting it right now."

"Just barely resisting. I felt him get hard against me," confided Brooke. The other two girls gasped in delighted surprise. Brooke's hands were on her body, teasing herself. "He's pretty big, too. Like, the size of that dildo I brought."

"You should have gone for it, right here in the pool, right in front of us," suggested Kaitlyn, placing one hand on Emma's ass.

"That would have been hot to watch," agreed Emma, spreading her legs. Kaitlyn's other hand slid up the ginger girl's thigh. Their lips met.

"So, what's next, then?" asked Brooke, her hand at work inside her wet panties.

Kaitlyn's fingers pushed aside the fabric of Emma's bikini bottoms, then found their target and slid easily inside. "I have an idea. Let's watch a movie after pizza." Emma panted with pleasure, each gasp timed to a thrust of Kaitlyn's fingers. Kaitlyn smiled slyly at Brooke. "I think I know just the movie to watch, too."

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Zach's cock sprang out of the waistband of his swim trunks as he pulled them down. The soaking wet shorts flopped in a pile on top of the discarded towel on the floor of Kaitlyn's brother Kyle's room, which Zach was borrowing for the weekend. He wrapped one hand around his meat rod and gave it a stroke up and down its length. His balls ached, already denied once at his earlier masturbation session cut short. He longed for release.

No! He couldn't jack off to thoughts of the three little girls he was supposed to be babysitting. This was wrong, wrong, wrong. He had to get these filthy thoughts out of his head.

Instead, he thought of Kaitlyn's mom Beth, that foxy MILF he had pictured many times before. But even as he stroked his cock, he dreaded the oncoming orgasm, knowing that in the moment of climax it wouldn't be Beth's lusty open mouth awaiting his cum that he pictured, but Brooke's adorable little smile. He couldn't imagine how ashamed he would be to have just gotten off with images of his cum splattering across her innocent face while Emma and Kaitlyn licked their lips awaiting their turns.

No, as badly as he wanted it, he had to put off rubbing one out right now, at least until he could get his head on straight. He tried the old standby methods: thinking thoughts of baseball and grandma. Flexing his thigh muscles to draw blood away from his engorged member. Pacing back and forth in the room.

Zach looked for a distraction, firing up Kyle's game console. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he tried to focus on the controller and the screen. He spent the better part of half an hour trying to lose himself in the game. Two levels later, his little soldier was still standing at attention when he heard the doorbell ring. The pizza was here.

"Coming!" he shouted, hurrying to get dressed again. Faced with the problem of still having an erection, he did the only thing he could do in the situation and tucked it up into the waistband of his shorts, pulling the edge of his t-shirt down over it to hide it as best he could.

Exiting Kyle's room, he found Emma and Brooke on the livingroom couch, having beaten him in changing back to their earlier clothes. Kaitlyn, also changed, was at the front door talking to the pizza delivery person. "Oh, here he is!" She turned away to walk back to the couch.

Zach got to the door and saw who the delivery person was: Jenn, a girl from his graduating class whom he had gone on a few dates with back in high school. She gave him a sympathetic look. "Babysitting some brats?"

"Yeah, three of them, all weekend."

"Yikes." Jenn smiled again. Even under her bland pizza place uniform, Zach saw a hint of the sexy body he had admired back in high school. Why had he ever stopped dating her, again?

"Hey, whenever I'm not babysitting, do you think I could give you a call some time? Y'know, if you're free, I guess," he stammered, feeling awkward.

"Oh. Uh, well, I'm kinda seeing someone at the moment," she explained. Shit, he didn't even have calling Jenn next week to look forward to. Maybe he could have survived the weekend if he had just had Jenn's hot body to anticipate fucking. By the time he regained his thoughts, he was holding two pizza boxes in his hands and Jenn was getting in her car to drive away. Hopefully he had remembered to tip her decently.

Wallowing in his misery, he was surprised by a cry from behind him: "Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!" The girls swarmed him like sharks at a feeding frenzy.

---

"Are you girls sure this movie isn't too scary for you?" Zach eyed the DVD box, noting the R rating.

"No, we'll be okay!" chirped Brooke. "If we get too scared, we can hide under the blanket."

The last slice of pizza was going cold in the box on the counter, all but forgotten. The girls had changed into their pyjamas and gathered a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor in front of the TV. Zach popped the popcorn and served it up in a big bowl for the girls and a second bowl for himself. Now the girls were sitting in their pillow pile, trying to convince Zach to let them watch a teenage slasher flick, "Horror at Camp Bloodmoon". In truth, Zach hadn't seen it yet and was really wanting to, but he just wasn't sure it was appropriate for the girls.

"Alright, we'll put in the movie, but if it gets too scary we'll stop it and watch something else. Maybe a cartoon or something." Really, he was just happy to have something to distract him from the earlier excitement in the pool. It wasn't until after Jenn had shot him down that he managed to get rid of his erection. Watching a horror movie should serve to keep his mind on chaste thoughts.

"Okaaay," the girls said in unison, giving in to his authority. In truth, Kaitlyn had seen "Horror at Camp Bloodmoon" before when her big brother Kyle let her stay up and watch it with him, and she knew that the slasher lurking in the woods picking off teenaged camp counselors only ever killed just after pretty explicit love scenes. Already she was looking forward to the scene where the male lead went to comfort the buxom blonde ditz and assuage her fears before the killer would strike again.

The girls were sitting crosslegged in the pillow nest, munching on popcorn when Zach put in the DVD and went back to his seat on the couch. He looked around for the remote, but saw that Emma already had it and was flicking through the DVD menus. Oh well, let her have control of the remote, just so long as she stopped the movie if he told her to.

The movie began simply enough, with a cliched plot about some teenagers fresh out of high school traveling to a summer camp to open it up for the summer before the younger kids arrived. It was your typical mix of jock boys and cheerleader girls, with the nerd thrown in for variety. Quite predictably, despite being assigned to the boys' and girls' cabins, the teens still paired off and some managed to sneak off and find some privacy the first night in camp.

By halfway through the movie, the girls had insisted on turning out the lights. Their bowl of popcorn was empty, and now they were laying on their stomachs among the pillows, heads towards the TV and feet towards the couch where Zach was sitting. Every now and then he would look away from the TV at the girls, just to make sure they weren't getting too scared. He found that he had to be careful not to look at the girls' cute little buts all lined up in a neat little row, 1-2-3, daring him to think impure thoughts about them.

Emma was wearing a long blue nightshirt that came down to her knees, which thankfully obscured her girlish body. Brooke had on pyjama pants printed with some popular cartoon character and a t-shirt printed to match. Kaitlyn was wearing one of Kyle's old sports jerseys as a nightshirt, which seemed to do the trick for the most part but was just a bit too short, only coming down to her mid-thigh. Laying on her stomach, every time she moved around Zach worried that the bottom of the jersey would creep up higher, revealing her panties.

Zach tried to focus on the movie. Already he had picked up on a pattern: two of the teens would sneak off to make out, then the slasher would creep out of the woods and take them out. Each incident involved a sexier makeout session than the one before it, followed by a more gruesome killing. It started with just some relatively chaste kissing that ended with a cut to black, but that was followed by heavy groping and a bloody knife, and then dry humping and a shot of the mangled corpses. Zach wondered whether the girls were picking up on any of the innuendo and double entendres being said by the teenaged characters on the screen, but he was more concerned about whether or not they were going to be scared into having nightmares tonight. He noted that the girls sure seemed to be squirming around a lot during the sexy scenes, no doubt in frightened anticipation of the horrible slasher appearing.

The latest repetition of the sexy scene/horror scene cycle was starting to edge a bit beyond what Zach was willing to let the girls watch. The male lead was already shirtless, and his hands were roaming all over the buxom blonde cheerleader as he assured her that she was perfectly safe with him and that he would protect her from the slasher. Zach was worried that the scene was getting a bit too adult, and that the inevitable slasher scene would be too gory.

"Okay girls, I think we should maybe stop the movie here," said Zach. "It's getting a bit too adult."

"Aww, just a few more minutes! I want to see what happens!" begged Kaitlyn, looking over her shoulder at him before turning back to watch the movie. By now the cheerleader's shirt was off as well, and the guy she was with was reaching for her bra strap. Zach glanced down from the movie and noticed that the girls were really squirming now. In fact, all that writhing around had shifted up the bottom edge of Kaitlyn's jersey nightshirt up over her butt, revealing two freckled cheeks... and she wasn't wearing any panties at all!

By comparison, the blue-white light of the TV made Emma's ass cheeks look almost white. Wait, how had Emma's nightshirt gotten hiked up that high? Hers was much longer than Kaitlyn's; she had to have done it on purpose. And Zach noticed that she wasn't wearing panties, either.

He wanted to stop the movie, turn on the lights, and put these girls to bed--it was almost 11:30, after all. But instead, he found himself staring transfixed at the two beautiful, young asses completely exposed before him. They were perfect, just round enough without being too big. Zach wondered what it would be like to sit between the two girls laying on the floor and place one hand on each of those cute butts, to feel the squeeze and firmness of those young cheeks.

By now on the TV, the guy had gotten the cheerleader's bra off and a perfect pair of big (if a bit obviously fake) tits were displayed on the screen, nipples and all. And the scene wasn't even over, yet, meaning it would get yet more explicit! Zach felt it was time to turn off the movie for sure now, despite any protest from the girls. Where did he leave that remote? Oh yeah, Emma had it. He looked at the ginger girl on the floor in front of him.

Her legs were spread. If the lights had been on, Zach would have a clear and direct view of her young pussy and asshole exposed before him. With only the flickering light of the TV, he caught only the occasional fleeting glimpse. Emma and Kaitlyn were both now squirming in a very purposeful rhythm, their eyes still glued to the TV watching the cheerleader's tits get fondled by the male character. Looking at Kaitlyn now, Zach saw that she had positioned a pillow between her legs and was quite obviously humping it, rubbing her young pussy on the pillow and savoring the sensation of pressure and friction it gave her labia and clit. Zach licked his lips, brow furrowed in concentration as he stared at her plump little butt gyrating against the pillow.

Did she know Zach could see her? Or had she completely forgotten he was here? Maybe she thought it was too dark in the room. Surely she knew her friend Emma was here too. Oh, and Emma had something between her legs now, too. Something oblong and hard and black: the remote! There went Zach's plans of retrieving the remote and turning off the TV. He'd have to reach between Emma's legs to grab hold of it, and from the way she was sliding its smooth plastic up and down along her pussy lips, he had no doubt that she was quite intentionally masturbating with it.

"Can I sit on your lap?" asked Brooke, startling Zach and causing him to jump. He had been staring so fixatedly at the two masturbating young girls on the floor in front of him that he hadn't even noticed her stand up and walk over to the couch where he was sitting. "This movie is getting scary. Will you hold me?"

He wanted to protest, but Brooke was already clambering up on top of him, throwing one leg over his lap to straddle his torso. She snuggled up against him, resting her head on his chest. He had two preteen girls on the floor in front of him masturbating to a sexy scene in a movie, and now he had a third preteen girl laying on top of him, making him hyper-aware of his massive erection that had returned with a vengeance. Now he was painfully hard, positively aching for release, and with nothing he could do about it. He couldn't even try to hide it, as there was a young girl in his way; he could only hope that she would miraculously fail to notice it.

That's when he felt Brooke's slim fingers wrap around his cock, gripping him by the shaft through the fabric of his pants. It was clearly deliberate. She knew exactly what she had in her hand, but as if there was any doubt, she snuggled her face up next to his and whispered in his ear: "You're really hard."

Zach would have orgasmed right then and there, releasing a pint of pent-up cum to flood his pants and get all over the young girl and the couch, except that all of a sudden there was a scream from the surround sound speakers. The light flickering from the TV was red all of a sudden, casting those two perfect asses of the masturbating girls in front of him in shades of pink. On screen, the movie was suddenly awash in what had to be a gallon of fake blood complete with bits of guts scattered all over the place. Emma and Kaitlyn on the floor both jumped, and Zach felt Brooke's body laying on top of him go suddenly tense.

"Okay! I think that's enough of this movie. Way too bloody, way to gorey," announced Zach. "Time to turn on some lights." He reached up behind him to find the switch for the lamp next to the couch, suddenly lighting up the entire livingroom. Looking around, he noticed that both Emma and Kaitlyn had managed to straighten out their nightshirts, although both had flushed cheeks belying their arousal and the pillow that had recently been between Kaitlyn's legs had one very damp corner. Brooke climbed back off of Zach, her cheeks also flushed.

"Here's the remote," offered Emma. Zach took the remote from her and stopped the movie, but noticed that the bottom of the remote control was very wet and sticky.

"Girls, it's almost midnight. I think it's finally time we got to bed, what do you think?"

This was met with the predictable "Aww!" and "Do we have to?" responses, but the three girls grudgingly got up to do as Zach said.

"I still haven't taken a shower yet after swimming in the pool, so I'm just going to do that real quick and then I'm going to bed myself," said Zach. "Now when I get out of the shower, I expect all three of you to be in bed, alright?"

"Okaaay," they chorused dejectedly.

He gave them a minute to clear the room while he used the remote, still sticky with Emma's juices, to turn off the DVD player and TV. Only once they had retreated into Kaitlyn's room did he stand up and, struggling to walk with his erection straining his pants, make his way to the bathroom where he could turn on the shower and finally jack himself off. Forget about who or what he pictured as he did so, he needed to drain his balls before they burst! And if he had a mental image of these three girls laid out in front of him completely nude and spread eagle, writhing about and fingering themselves, who cares? He just couldn't hold it in any longer.

In the bathroom, he shut the door and turned on the water in the shower to let it get hot before starting to undress. But, in a moment he would relive many times on many sleepless nights for the rest of his life wondering if it had been intentional or just an accident, he failed to lock the bathroom door. Perhaps it was just that he was far too preoccupied managing his throbbing erection, already stroking himself even before he stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain shut.

Certainly it was this preoccupation, this intense focus on the task at hand, that caused him to fail to notice when the bathroom door opened and closed. He also failed to notice the shower curtain being pulled aside. Remarkably, he even failed to notice when someone else stepped into the shower with him. It was only when a small, girlish voice spoke to him that he finally realized someone had joined him in the shower.

He spun around in surprise, hand still on his meaty shaft, to see Kaitlyn standing under the steamy stream of water with him. Her raven black, cute little pixie cut was soaked as it had been in the pool earlier. Her freckled cheeks and shoulders and hips accentuated the beads of water that gathered on her skin and ran down her body in rivulets. Her beautiful young nipples were pink and perfect and begging to be pinched and sucked. And down between her legs was a bald pussy completely revealed to him in the well-lit shower where previously he had only caught the barest glimpse in the dark livingroom.

It was only after taking in this beautiful, sexy sight that his brain could finally process the words she had said to him as she stepped into the shower: "I want to suck your cock." He watched preteen Kaitlyn sink down to her knees, her mouth open in an O shape, with her pink tongue just barely hanging out on her lower lip, ready to receive what he had to give her.

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