Poolside Gangbang: A Teen’s Wet Descent

During a weekend trip to the local outdoor pool, I ran into a couple of guys from the soccer club who waved me over, suggesting I join them. I didn’t think much of it and followed them to their spot under a shady tree. Besides the two I knew, a few other guys were there too – mostly familiar faces from school.

Their blankets and towels were all jumbled together, and they told me to just plop down with them and stash my stuff by the tree. I did, peeling off my shorts and tank top since I’d already put on my navy blue swimsuit at home. I grabbed a towel and squeezed into a spot next to one of the guys I recognized. It was tight in the middle of the group, but they didn’t mind – they shifted over quick to make room.

We chatted for a bit before settling in to soak up some sun. About fifteen minutes in, one of the guys said he was heading to the water and asked if anyone wanted to join. Most of them, including the ones I knew, were game and urged me to come along. I wasn’t feeling it yet, but before I could protest, four of them grabbed me, hauled me to the kiddie pool, and tossed me in. Soaked now, I gave in and followed them to the main pool.

There, we started messing around with a ball – kind of like water polo. I got passed to a lot, but usually lost it right away as the guys pounced on me. Their hands brushed over me constantly – grazing my chest, sliding down my stomach, even slipping along the insides of my thighs. My bikini bottom shifted down a bit sometimes, and once my top popped loose, letting a breast spill out. I tucked it back in fast, but after a while, I couldn’t ignore how their touches were getting me worked up. My nipples hardened, poking through the fabric for all to see.

When they decided to wrap up, they swarmed me – maybe six or seven of them – forming a circle and saying they wanted to toss me up for fun. Before I could process it, they grabbed me and launched me into the air. I splashed down, only to be scooped up again as soon as I surfaced. After a few rounds, I was breathless. They let me stand, but my top had come undone in the back, leaving my chest mostly bare. They stayed clustered around me. As I reached to fix it, two hands grabbed my breasts from behind, kneading them while the others started running their hands all over me. It sent shivers through me, and I let out a soft moan. Then one guy slipped his fingers into my bikini bottom, plunging into my soaked heat, teasing me until I nearly tipped over the edge.

One of them took my hand, pulling me out of the pool toward the changing cabins, a few others trailing behind. Too dazed and turned on to resist, I stumbled along. He dragged me into the first cabin, hands back on my chest, squeezing until I moaned again. It moved fast from there. He told me to bend over and brace myself on the bench. His hand slid between my legs, pushing my swimsuit aside, dipping a finger inside to check me. Feeling how wet I was, he yanked the bottom down, telling me to strip it off completely – which I did. Then I felt his hard length press against me, thrusting in with one sharp move that made me gasp loud.

“Quiet, you little tease, unless you want everyone to hear you getting fucked,” he hissed. I didn’t want that, so I bit my lip, trying to stifle the sounds as he pounded into me, finishing inside me just before I could get there myself. He pulled out quick, and I heard the door swing open. I turned my head, too hazy to do more, and as he left, another guy stepped in – trunks already down, his half-hard cock nudging me.

“You’re mine now, school slut,” he growled, slamming into my dripping, already-filled core. His rough thrusts pushed me over the edge, and I came hard as he kept going, unloading in me too. It happened three or four more times – I lost track – each one taking their turn until I collapsed on the floor, their mess spilling out of me, coating my thighs.

Once I caught my breath, I pulled my swimsuit back on. Good thing it was still wet from the pool – it hid the sticky trail still leaking out. I wobbled back to our spot after a quick rinse. One of them smirked, “Cooled off now, huh?” A few laughed, and I flushed red, dropping face-down onto the blanket without a word.

It didn’t take long for their hands to find me again, stroking gently at first. I closed my eyes, letting it relax me, but soon their touches grew bolder – slipping between my legs, teasing me until I was hot again. One guy climbed on top, his bulge pressing against my ass through his trunks. His hands slid under me, groping my chest as I started moaning softly. Two others joined in, stroking me, one slipping a finger into my mouth that I sucked on instinct. Then a hand wormed under me, pushing my swimsuit aside to finger me again. The guy on top shifted, freeing his now-thicker length and guiding it inside me.

He fucked me slow but deep, hands clamped on my breasts, and it didn’t take long for me to come. He finished soon after, spilling inside before sliding off – only for another to take his place, then a third, each adding to the mess until my swimsuit was soaked through with it. I hadn’t noticed the others had gone back to the water.

Once I recovered, I decided to bail. I mumbled something about plans and left, despite their protests – “Aw, stay, it’s been fun!” But I was done. My body ached, and I didn’t want to face them again.

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