The Conquest Club Files 08

Author's notes: I've been wrestling with this one for some time now as this goes into kinks that I'm a bit uncomfortable with... mainly sexual relations with in-laws, daddy-doms, babygirl/brat, and pet girls.

In other news, I apologize for my long absence. Real life has been one helluva kicker for me this year and the only writing I've been able to do is towards my professional works.

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Hunter File: #0001, Kimmy

Age: 19

Height: 5'3"

Figure/Stats: Petite/30B-24-30

Hair: Light Brown that goes down to her ass.

Eyes: Blue

Trophy: Pink One-Piece Swimsuit

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Hunter File: #0003, Jen

Age 19

Height 5'4"

Figure/Stats: Slim to Athletic, 30C-26-28

Hair: Flaming Red, long enough to put in a ponytail.

Eyes: Blue

Trophy: Blue One-Piece Swimsuit

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Hunter File: #0008, Audrey (AKA: Mrs. C)

Age: 40

Height: 5'8"

Figure/Stats: Curvy MILF, 34E-24-38

Hair: Blonde/Brown

Eyes: Pale Blue

Trophy: Lacy Bra and Panty Set.

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Ahhh, Winter Break. A lovely few weeks off in between semesters where one gets to relax and unwind... well... sort of... Kimmy got a week off earlier than I did. My team and I had all collectively done something stupid like play well enough to make it into a bowl game. Eh, don't worry, it wasn't one of the big ones that all the really prestigious football colleges like OSU, Auburn, Notre Dame, ASU, and what have you goes to every year. We weren't a top 20 team, but we did well enough to get one of the early bowls that was scheduled just before Christmas in the postseason and I won't bore you with details. Needless to say, we won. Mine and Tycen's NFL prospects shot up so we made plans to go to the Combine in February.

The problem was that we'd started developing quite the reputation among the squad for our little... 'private club'... so Coach made us be celibate while we were in California for our game. I really hated him that week for it especially being in warm weather, close to the beaches, looking at all the lovely eye candy, knowing that my girl was back home frolicking around... and yes, she'd sent me the iPhone pics to prove what she and Jen had been up to while I was in Cali.

Fucking... Bitches...

In retrospect, it's probably why Tycen and I played so good in the Bowl. By the time we hit the field we were ready to vent our sexual frustration out on the other team. I'm running over the opposition with the ball tucked under my arm while wondering just how I'm going to get those two back for keying me up so much. Tycen bowled over so many defenders that I swore that he was going to rip the head off of a few of them at one point in time. At any rate, by the time my plane landed back in Indy a few days before Christmas, I was itching and ready to go. I made some calls to find out where the girls were at and then made a few more calls to friends to put my plan into action. I got Allen in on the plot who caved to my demands after I so pointedly reminded him that he and Liz were now an item thanks to me.

The water park that he lifeguards at also has an indoor swimming facility for the off season when there's ten fucking feet of snow on the ground and it's so cold out that one can ice skate down the lazy river rather than swim in it. I have a lifetime membership to the place as I use it in the off season all the time to swim laps and utilize their little gym to keep in shape. Kimmy and Jen, being on the swim teams for their respective colleges now, have been doing laps there every night the past week and then doing each other in the locker room. I know because of the aforementioned photos and from Allen not only perving on them but fucking them at least once at one point in time... another point I made to him when presenting my plan.

It was late by the time I got there. The only two cars in the parking lot were Allen's and Kim's. I park next to them and stroll right up to the front door. Allen is already there waiting for me. "You know, you're going through this whole thing all wrong..." he told me without preamble to my raised, skeptical eyebrow. "I was watching this talk show one time on TV..." I raise a single finger at him and then close my hand in a silent, shut the fuck up, gesture. I am in no mood to psychoanalyze my goddamn feelings or go into relationship issues especially since he capitalized on fucking them while I was gone. I'm in the mood to fuck my girl senseless and I intentionally did ninety down the interstate to get here way early before Kimmy was expecting me to do it. It also helped that my flight got in early.

With a resigned sigh, Allen let me in. I go straight to the observation room that overlooks the two massive pools below; the Olympic-sized lap pool and the smaller leisure pool. The girls were currently lounging in the leisure pool, chattering away. Then they got up, put their swim caps and goggles back on, and moved back to the lap pool to do a few more laps. Allen kept the late nights for them since practically everyone else in town was gone for the holidays or simply didn't want to go swimming in the middle of winter. Either way, management was more than happy to let those who wanted to use the pool to do so since it was getting use and it earned more revenue for them. Little revenue was better than no revenue, in their opinion. By the time I'm down in the men's locker room getting into my trunks, I have a raging hard-on just thinking about what I'm going to do to those two while Allen finishes up his admin and nightly maintenance duties. The place is like a YMCA in that it was nearly a 24-7 facility and one could swim at their own risk during off-hours if someone was available to let them in. Which is why the girls could swim to their heart's content while Allen did his job around the building. I silently make my way back into the main, hangar-like room and keep to the shadows, thankful that half the lights are out in the place to conserve energy use. I slip into the leisure pool without making a sound, move to underneath one of the two water slides, and I wait.

Kimmy, being the faster swimmer than Jen is, finishes her number of laps first. I swear, if she gets any better, she just might make the Olympics. "See you back at the kiddie pool when you're done, slowpoke!" she laughs at Jen, who just gives her the middle finger when she switches from doing the breaststroke to the backstroke. Kimmy, not suspecting a damn thing, takes off her goggles and swim cap, jumps into the leisure pool, and swims over to the underwater benches, laying her head back on the concrete and tile backing and allowing her body to float. It's her way of relaxing. I'm certainly enjoying the view as I get a good look at her pretty little titties and her shaved mound encased in her tight, pink, one-piece swimming suit with a little peek-a-boo hole at her cleavage.

My cock is now demanding satisfaction at this sight.

I move from my hiding space, having been making as quiet as a bump on the proverbial log. I silently move through the water with just eyes above the surface. Kimmy is humming with contentment and I watch her move a hand over her mound, giving herself a bit of a squeeze. I arch my eyebrow at this sight. Does she know that I'm here or is she just thinking about seeing me tonight when I'm supposed to get home? It's 50/50 at this point in time as I told her many different scenarios as to how I'm going to break into her house, chloroform her dog, low crawl it past her sister's room while she sleeps, lock her parents into their own room, and then fuck her within an inch of her life. So, really, it could be her fantasizing about that. Who knows? Either way; Fuck it. Damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead. I see that her eyes are closed as she's lost in her own little world. Time to move.

After all, that is why we are all here reading this, right?

I grab her right ankle and yank her under. I swear to God Almighty that she does this comical, bad B-Rated horror movie yelp and arm flail as I drag her down. Her instincts cut in and she's fighting me. I easily overpower her, and I surface with her back to me and my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. I'm moving her to the closest edge of the pool to pin her up against it. My free hand gropes her right breast through the swimsuit and then trails down to her crotch where I squeeze her camel toe looking pussy, making her shiver in the process despite being in the warm water. "You've been a naughty girl, teasing me all week with your pictures, now you and your little friend are going to pay," I say quietly to her, my lips and tongue now nipping at her earlobe.

At the sound of my voice, she moans from behind my hand and goes all gooey on me. "How should we punish your little friend, hm?" I ask rhetorically as I'm now massaging her mound over the swimsuit. "Tying her up in the women's showers has potential," I whisper into her ear. I move my hand from her sex long enough to drop my trunks far enough for my raging hard-on to spring out, grazing her firm butt. I then slide my hand back around her front, hook the crotch of her swimsuit and pull it aside, exposing her to the water. Then I'm pushing my cock up into her, slowly. "Look at her," I tell Kimmy, nodding towards Jen who's still in the middle of her backstroke reps as my cock inexorably drives up into her. Kimmy's body shakes, her toes curl under the water, and she's gripping the side of the pool as my cock plows into her. "Just look at your friend, swimming away, totally oblivious that you're over here being forced to fuck. Just being that unobservant cries out for punishment, don't you think? Then there's you, you should be punished as well for being a little long-distance cock tease."

Kimmy moans out a soft "Oh yes, please, punish me," from behind my hand. It sounded muffled and garbled, sure, but I've had her gagged enough times by this point to understand what she's saying. Now, as much as I'd love to do a slow tease and make her writhe in sexual torment in my arms, I just don't have that kind of time, not when Jen has switched from the back stroke over to the butterfly stroke to finish up this round of laps. So, while we're watching Jen and fucking in the leisure pool, I slide my hand underneath of Kimmy's suit and finger her clit. Her eyes bug out and there's a sharp intake of breath as I go for the proverbial kill. There's no need for me to wait as I'm ready to blow. Kimmy is now practically squealing behind my clamped hand as she pushes back against me. Her legs are kicking in the water as I pound her hard and deep. Right when I feel that first quiver of her tight pussy is when I let go, letting out a long sigh of much needed relief as my cock blows the load it's been holding for a week.

Hey, when you go from celibacy, to getting laid every night, and back to celibacy again, things build up.

Her body shudders against mine as she comes just as hard as I do. She lets out a deep, throaty groan as the orgasm tears through her. Then she's melting back against my body, humming with contentment as she lays her head back against my shoulder. "I've missed you..." she purrs when I take my hand away to kiss her.

"Missed you too, babe, but I gotta move fast if I'm going to surprise Jen." I tell her amid a flutter of kisses. My cock is still up inside of her, now twitching intermittently but still staying somewhat hard as it's all ready for round two. "Get her to the ladies locker room and turn the lights off on her when she's in the shower," I whisper.

"Ooooo..." she squeals and shivers with anticipation at me ravishing her friend just as she'd been taken. "Go... I'll stall her here for a few minutes." Kimmy gives me a peck on the cheek and then readjusts her suit when I pull away from her. I stuff my cock back into my trunks and am under the water, stealthily swimming away. I'm out of the pool and silently keeping to the shadows heading for the locker rooms.

I'm almost there by the time Jen finishes her reps, is out of the pool, and heading for Kimmy saying, "you look flushed."

Kimmy gives her a sweet smile as she's laying her head on her now folded arms, lazily kicking her legs in the pool behind her. "I just got off," she admitted with a hum.

"And you couldn't wait for me to join you?" Jen laughs, admonishing her as she gets back in the leisure pool.

"Hey, it just jumped right out at me and demanded attention," Kimmy says in her defense, laughing as well. Cheeky little bitch... but that's why I love her.

I don't hear any more as I'm now in the ladies' room to duck into the closest stall I can find, pulling the curtain partway closed. Then I strip off my trunks and massage my cock back to full hardness. It didn't take long as I'm just thinking about Kimmy and Jen getting it on up there. I'm in there maybe five minutes before I hear their voices coming through the door. They pass by me and head for the shower stalls down the line that's closest to wherever their lockers are at in here. I then hear one of them, I'm assuming Kimmy, scamper out and head for the door. The lights go out a second later. I'm already out and moving towards Jen, getting a glance at Kimmy's smiling face under the emergency red lights of the EXIT sign. She blows me a kiss and then suggestively licks her lips, waiting for me to pounce on Jen while she peels her suit off.

Then Jen is protesting, still in her shower stall. "HEY! Kimmy! Turn the damn lights back on! I can't see a thing!" After a moment, she then says. "Come on! This isn't funny anymore!" Her squawking leads me right to her.

Ducking under and around the shower curtain, I find Jen, still in her swimsuit, rinsing out her hair. I nab her, clamp my hand over her mouth just like I'd done with Kimmy, and pin her to the tile wall. "Can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this..." I growl at her, running my left hand down her polyester/spandex clad side down to her bare thigh. When I bring my hand back up, I bring it straight up from her pussy to her breasts.

Jen shudders and whimpers as she tries to push back against the wall to get free. "Lemme go, Allen!" She protests from behind my hand.

"I'm not Allen," I tell her, still in my disguised gruff voice, now squeezing her left breast through the swimsuit. Then I slip it under the suit from the side so that I can pinch her rosy pink hardened nub. "I'm a friend of his, but not him." I admit. "He... let me in for the night as he tells me that you like this..." I'm now grinding up against her ass and she can tell that I'm already naked and ready for her. I turn her in place and pin her hands up against the wall over her head. My free hand is back down between her legs, massaging her mound. She looks up at me and I can tell that she's trying to figure out who I am. After all, I'm not Allen and she's not expecting Gerry for at least another half hour since I'm supposed to be just landing at Indy International. She can't make me out as from her point of view, I'm just an outline backlit by the soft reddish glow of the exit signs.

"I'll... I'll scream..." she says in a tiny voice.

"Go ahead. I've already taken care of your friend and Allen knows I'm here." I tell her, smiling even though she can't make out my features. "But we both know that you're not going to as you like this..." to emphasize the point, I expertly use my fingers to pull the crotch of her suit aside so that I can plunge a finger into her wetness. She gasps with pleasure and presses herself against my hand. Soon she's whimpering pathetically as I forcibly finger her. I can tell that she's got a conflict of emotions. On the one hand I'm pretty sure that she's figured it out by now, but on the other hand she's wondering if I'm someone new who's been introduced to our little club of fetish friends.

"I... I could use a safeword..." she pants in challenge. Good girl. The three of us had come up with that little sign/countersign phrase when I jumped them at Jen's house back on Veteran's Day weekend when my team had a bye week. They'd give that little challenge and if I didn't give the proper countersign, then I'd have a little hellcat on my hands as she'd start fighting tooth and nail thinking that this was now a real rape instead of a fantasy one.

"You could," I admit, "but you'd ruin all the fun." I tell her in return. She moans in response and loses herself into the fantasy now that she knows for certain that its me and not some random stranger.

In a way, this kinda takes me back to when I had Mila in the showers on campus. Only difference is that I'd stripped Mila down and I'm going to take Jen while she's still in her swimsuit. Hey, like I said before; I have a thing for swimmers. I grind up against Jen and then cheat her up the wall a bit, lifting her wrists with my hand that's pinning them, keeping her pinned against the wall with my body, and lifting her gently at her crotch with my other hand. She's soon on tip toes and that's far enough for me to position my cock and slide up into her. "OH!" Jen cries out, hooking one leg around me for support. I lean into her even more, my lips finding hers and crushing them in a demanding kiss.

I jab my hips into her, jamming my cock up into her pussy repeatedly. Jen groans into my mouth with each thrust. I reach down and grab her other thigh to wrap around my waist so I can get a better angle into her and hold it there. She locks her ankles behind my back in response as I pound her up against the wall with the water still spraying down onto us. Then, she lets out a muffled squeak while we're kissing as she comes hard. Her body quivers in my arms and her pussy flutters around my cock as the orgasm overtakes her. I last another three thrusts, tops, before I'm blowing my load up into her just as hard as I'd done with Kimmy. I let out a low moan and then lean my head against the wall next to hers, reveling in my throbbing cock up inside of her.

When we're done, Kimmy turns the lights on, nearly blinding us both. She's standing there looking flush and I figure that she got herself off again while watching us. Jen gives me a playful slug in the chest as she frowns at me. "You scared the shit outta me!" Then she looks behind me where Kimmy is coming in to join us. "So is it her turn next?"

"I already had her, back in the pool, while you were still doing laps." I tell her with a wry grin.

"Oh you fucking bastard!" Jen laughs, slugging me again. "And you!" she glares at Kimmy. "You're a bitch for helping him!"

"Guilty!" Kimmy smiles, blowing her a kiss as she sidles up next to me to join us in the shower.

*

Over the course of the Winter Break, we were staying at one of three houses; mine, Kimmy's, or Jen's. By this point in time there was no keeping things a secret as all three sets of our parents knew that we were an item. I think Jen's parents were the most resistant to the idea of a polyamorous relationship at first as they had it in their head that it should just be a man-woman pairing... you know, that whole bible-thumping, religious, puritan hang up that a lot of people seem to have here in the northern end of the bible belt. But I'd pointed out to them that they had no problems with Kimmy and Jen sleeping together in a sexual manner, in which we would then have to put them to death per Leviticus and then doubled down by pointing out that Moses, of whom those ancient and outdated laws were made by, had two wives himself. Finally, I pointed out that we were all adults in a consensual relationship with each other so who the fuck cared what we did in the bedroom?

Maybe, if the NFL doesn't pan out, I'll become a lawyer. I wonder if it's too late to change my major to Pre-Law?