The Swimming Party

Note : This story is completely fictional!

The spacious, feminine room was stylishly furnished. Near the entrance there was a queen size, maple bed with a yellow, green, and white flowery bedspread that matched the curtains on the large windows in the far corner. Matching maple nightstands flanked either side of the bed. Above was a framed poster from the movie “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix,” while other posters decorated the walls. There were several shelves that held books, stuffed animals, dolls, and a sophisticated sound system. A 21” television hung from a metal frame attached to the ceiling. At the far end of the room, near the windows that overlooked the yard and pool, I could see a dresser, vanity stand and mirror, and a desk with a computer on it. That corner was complemented by a high back, overstuffed leather chair.

As was to be expected, the room was in disarray. When she directed me to the “boys’ changing room,” Mrs. Ehmann had warned me that it would be. There must have been a dozen gym bags and at least that many backpacks filled with books, strewn around the room. Several pairs of pants and four or five shirts were on the bed, and there were shoes all over the place. It would take just a few minutes to change into my swimsuit and join my students for the party. I opened my own bag and removed my shirt, and then I sat on the bed to take off my shoes and socks. 

Kathy had invited her entire class to her birthday party. Teachers were invited too, although I wasn’t sure how many would be coming. Everyone was anxious to attend, because the Ehmanns were quite well-off and always threw rather lavish parties. The invitation had read 3:30, but I couldn’t get away from school until an hour later, so I was anxious to get into the pool to cool off on this hot afternoon in May.

“Hello, Mr. Bickerman,” I heard a girl’s voice say from the chair in the corner by the windows. It was Jane Onorotti, a skinny kid with short hair and a pretty face, even if she was unpopular. She smiled and said, “I’ll bet you’re wondering what I’m doing here, and why I’m dressed like this, aren’t you?”

Indeed I was, I nodded as she approached. She was wearing nothing except for a pair of red, white, and blue striped stockings that rose above her knees. 

“I got here a little later than everyone else,” she began. “Most of the kids were already in the pool, so I started to change my clothes. Kathy, Sandy Lumbar, and Tania Solis were in the room too. I was minding my own business when Sandy said, ‘Jane Onorotti, this is the girls’ room, isn’t it Kathy? With your short hair and flat chest, you look like a boy!’”

Kathy must weigh in at 220 pounds, and she was easily a 40 D, but Jane was a 30 AAA if she was lucky. 

“Then the three of them grabbed me and hauled me here. Tania said, ‘Maybe she really is a girl. Let’s take a look!’ and they pulled my pants off. Then they ran grabbed my clothes and ran away, leaving me here like this!”

I felt sorry for the girl, but I also thought she was a bit foolish. She could have easily borrowed some of the clothes strewn around the bedroom or in the closet, and told Mr. and Mrs. Ehmann what had happened.

“Do you think I look like a boy?” she asked.

I suppose if I were to look at just the upper half of her body, I would have had to say, “yes,” but I wasn’t looking up there. “You’re definitely a girl,” I told her. “And a pretty one at that.” 

She put her arms around me and kissed me, then she pushed me onto the center of the bed. We moved some clothes aside, and she climbed on top of me. We started to make out, and my left hand reached for her pussy. She was already wet.

“Do you know why everyone calls me ‘Stinky?’” she asked. 

Could it be because you don’t bathe, I thought. I mumbled, “No, I don’t.”

“This is why,” she declared. When I first felt the surge of the warm liquid, I thought she had cum. However, I soon realized she had peed all over me. My light brown pants were soaked and would have a highly visible stain. Large amounts of the urine overflowed onto the bed and were seeping through the bedspread. 

I pushed her off and shouted, “You bitch! What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, Mr. Bickerman doesn’t like water sports?” she asked. “I’ll make it up to you. Let’s take those wet pants off, and I’ll suck your dick.” Before I could even acknowledge her suggestion, she had unbuckled my pants and was yanking them off. 

I oddly found myself turned on as Jane bent down to suck my cock. She suggested we assume a 69 position, but I didn’t want to lick the last of her piss from her cunt, and I certainly didn’t want her to piss in my face. She seemed quite content with sucking me, and proved quite an expert. It took about five minutes, and I jerked several large spurts of semen into her mouth, which she promptly swallowed. 

“We´re not finished,” she stated. “Now you’ve got to do whatever I tell you to do. Teachers can’t have sex with their pupils, but I’ll never tell if you cooperate. Otherwise…”

Now who was the foolish one? I’d had come-ons from several girls in the past, sometimes simply because they liked me, other times as offers in exchange for grades, but never had I taken the bite. Cindy McLain regularly wore short skirts without underwear, but I never made a move on her. Lynette Martinez liked to rub against my body, but I had not allowed her to reach inside my pants. Now I was clearly compromised by Jane “Stinky” Onorotti!

“Put your bathing suit on and go to Kathy’s sister’s room, the one the girls are using as a changing room,” she ordered. “Look for my gym bag, which is pink and has the Super Powerpuff Girls on it, and should be near the TV. Bring that here. If you don’t, I’m going downstairs like this.”

I had to obey, so I went to the other room, which fortunately was empty. I found the bag and hurried back. Jane took a large bottle with a yellowish liquid out of the bag.

“I’ve been saving this for over a week,” she announced. “I had planned to dump it into the swimming pool, but we’re going to do something else. Get those stuffed animals off the shelf.”

While I did as ordered, Jane placed a pillow on the floor, which was covered with a green shag carpet. Then she picked up all the underwear that was laying around, and searched in a couple of gym bags for some more. She dressed the stuffed animals in the underwear and placed them on the pillow. “Now, piss on them!” she told me.

I hesitated, but she walked over to the window that overlooked the pool and said, “I’m going to scream ‘rape’ if you don’t do it!” I aimed directly at Piglet’s face, and then I squirted them all.

While I was doing this, she put on her swimming suit and rushed to the other room. I thought I was free, but she came back a second later with Tania Solis’s water jug. Tania never went anywhere without the half-gallon jug, and Jane emptied it onto the bed. Then she poured a few drops of old urine from her own bottle into Tania’s jug. Next, she tossed the rest of the pee into the closet, all over Kathy’s clothes. Finally, she grabbed my hand and said, “Help me find Kathy and Tania’s clothes in the other room. After that, you can go. I promise I’ll never tell, if you don’t.”

Jane put Kathy and Tania’s bras and panties into her gym bag—what diabolical scheme she had planned next, I don’t know. I didn’t wait around to ask, but hurried to the pool.