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"My name is Jerry Hartur and I own the Neptune Swim Club. Neptune is a private organization that is not affiliated with any particular school or school system. We try to attract students from all of the surrounding area schools to help them become better swimmers. Our teaching methods differ from what you may have experienced at some other area swim clubs, in that we don't waste ours or your child's time busing them to and from swim meets. We don't go to swim meets. That is what they do on their respective teams. We teach--they meet."

"What does this mean for your child? It means more attention, specific to his or her needs will be given by our instructors. It means that I personally will be able to have the time to observe your child and make those fine tuning adjustments to their technique that will help them become real winners in competition."

"We do have rules that we have set up for the benefit of the swimmers' education. If your child follows the rules, all will be great and competitive times will decrease and successes will follow. If your child breaks the rules, there will be a discipline hearing with the child and the coaches and myself. If, at a later date, there is need for an additional discipline hearing, it is likely that your child will be dropped from the program. If they want to win, (they, not you) I will teach them to win and they belong here. If they want to play, they belong in your local park pool. You only have to look at the trophies in the cases outside this room to see that our students have been very successful."

This was my once a quarter, evening presentation of our "Teaching Competitive Swimming" program to parents of hopeful swimmers, age 13 and above. I have no interest in being a baby sitter or wiping noses as do some of the smaller programs. I happily let them do the basic training. Not a problem. Our program has been very successful. Some of our students have gone on to win best-in-state medals as they finished their high school swimming years. Others won gold and silver medals at state and/or local meets. I keep my group size relatively small, basing them mostly by age but allowing superior talent to advance as it can. The current group has 12 boys and 15 girls, all ranging in age from 13 to 18, with more in the younger ages, because they haven't been thinned out yet. On our staff, we have a dietitian to help the students eat properly, a medical training person, to deal with any physical ailments they may have, four coaches, two male and two female, and one director, me.

I continued, "This program addresses all of the aspects of competition. Hell, anyone can teach kids to swim, and many can teach them to swim faster. Our program shaves those fractions of a second off an effort, the fractions that make the difference between fourth and first. How do we do that? We use thought processing and control techniques like Yoga, or soft music, while reading, stimulating music while warming up, physical therapy, massages, --there is a whole gamut of things that the children are afforded to allow them to become truly competitive."

I had this facility built to my exact specifications. Unknowings to anyone else, I have complete camera and photographic capability covering ever square inch of the inside of this building. In most areas, I can get a camera view from two, and sometimes three different approaches. I initially set that part of it up for safety, because I could not be every where at once. Now, I use it (and enjoy it) for other reasons.

My latest group of new student athletes includes three young people; two girls, one 13, the other 15, and a boy who just turned 17. I personally interview each athlete before they begin their training so that I am certain that they understand the program.

Karl had just turned 17. He was tall, six feet two inches, had a broad chest that was solidly muscular, a very flat abdomen, but his legs were just "OK" at best. He enjoyed swimming, but competed on his high school team only because his parents pressured him tremendously. Privately, I questioned his attitude. Having reviewed his times in his high school meets, they did not seem to improve from one year to the next.

"Have you had sex with a girl before?", I asked.

"No."

"Have you had oral sex with anyone before?"

"No."

"I ask you this, because in swimming, sex is both good and bad. Short term, it is good in that it relieves pent up tension and emotions that otherwise would be there to harm one's approach to competition. On a longer term, it is bad because it robs you of your prime energy level over a period of time. One of my many rules is that you are not allowed to have sex, of any kind, including by yourself, the entire time you are with this program. This includes sex with a girl or a guy, oral sex, even masturbation. You will NOT jack off unless I say its OK. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Karl replied quietly.

"I'll tell you when to jack off, don't worry."

He was sitting in a chair, in front of my desk this entire time, absolutely naked following his physical. I opened my desk drawer and remove a photo album. I handed it to him, along with five or six tissues.

"Here is an album filled with pictures of young people, your age, and they are all naked. Look through the book until you find some that arouse you. When you are aroused, I want you to masturbate, and cum into this special dish. I handed him a specimen cup such as is used in a laboratory.

"You want me to jack off in front of you? Are you queer or something?"

"No, but it's the only way I can be sure your specimen is really yours and that it is fresh and not contaminated. You'd be amazed at the number of things I can learn from a single specimen."

"Really?"

"Yes," I nodded. "I can tell if you're anemic, or need a certain vitamin ... all sorts of things."

The notebook contained photos of my former students, all courtesy of my secret photo equipment. The pictures were grouped by age, some people appearing in several groups, having been with our school multiple years. I watched his cock become erect and he slowly began to stroke himself, forgetting that I was even present. He was looking at the photos of girls in the 14 year old group, those girls having budding breasts, or none at all, and minimal pubes. After a few minutes, he pushed the book onto my desk, leaned forward, and began shooting his cum into a glass specimen cup. When he had finished, he set it on the desk, next to the book, and looked at it awkwardly.

"Thank you. I'll take care of that momentarily. Do you have any questions about the rules?"

"No"

"Alright, go ahead and get dressed and step out into the waiting area. I will have one of the coaches meet you there." I picked up the phone, buzzed the boy's coach, and told him Karl was ready and waiting for him. When he was gone, I picked up his semen specimen and carried it to our testing lab, where my lab tech would run it through the entire battery of analyses. One thing I knew without testing. He has a very healthy Prostate gland, because it just produced nearly a full fluid ounce of semen in one try, which is about five times the normal amount from a seventeen year old boy. That's the same amount that would fill a whiskey shot glass!

I went back to my office and invited Lindsay to join me. Lindsay is 15 years old, lives in the next community, and swims on the high school sophomore team. She is five feet four, weighs one hundred fifteen pounds, most of which resides in her thighs and calves. She is a very good swimmer, but, even in this interview, seems to be easily distracted. We chatted about school, and her family and her siblings for some time and then more about her goals and aspirations. I began to pry into her personal life because she omitted any of that when she spoke of her family. She was the youngest of three children, the other two both boys. She found her competitive nature in having to defend what was hers from them, at every step of her life. She was a fighter, that's for sure. I brought the subject around to my special rules.

"Are you allowed to date yet?"

"Yes, but I don't have time during the season."

"Have you had sex with a boy yet?"

"NO!" she replied emphatically. "I'm just barely fifteen."

"That's fine, just understand that you are now in the minority young lady. By 15, almost 80 percent of the girls in America have had sex already. Have you had oral sex with a boy, or a girl?"

"NO," she said, a little less enthusiastically.

"What have you done, so far, sexually, with a boy, or a girl, or by yourself?"

Becoming more embarrassed by the minute, she replied, "I don't need to tell you that kind of stuff."

"Well, yes you do. You do, if you wish to remain in this program, and you do if you want me to help you achieve your best."

She thought about it for a minute. "I let some boys touch my breasts a few times, and I have let two boys touch me with their fingers as well. And I sucked on one boy until he shot his stuff in my mouth."

"Did you swallow it or spit it out?"

"He told me I had to swallow it. Why, is that bad?"

"No, just the opposite. It is full of energy enzymes that can give you a temporary boost in performance. What did you think of the taste of it?"

"It wasn't too bad."

"When you let the boys finger you, did you mean they pushed a finger inside you, or just played on the outside."

"One each."

"Did either of them make you have an orgasm?"

"No".

"I want you to undress for me now."

She didn't argue, or balk at this, which pleased me a lot. She pulled off her sweatshirt to reveal what appeared to be a very expensive lace bra, probably one of those that sell in the fifty plus dollar range. That caught my attention, but I said nothing. She pushed her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, wearing the matching bikini pantie to her fancy bra.

"Underwear, too," I told her. That made her look at me sharply, but my "poker face" told her that I was quite bored. In reality, she was at the age that I found to be extremely sexy and erotic, and I knew I would have a hard time keeping my cock soft in these next few minutes.

I picked up her bra and read the label. I was correct. It was one of the most expensive brands, in a size 34B.

Her breasts were a little larger than a full sized apple cut in half, and her nipples and areolas were exceptionally large, considering her breast size. The areola, the colored part of her nipple, was almost three inches in diameter and a deep rose color. They nearly covered her entire breast. I chuckled to myself that they reminded me of two fog lights on a white car.

She bent down and stepped from her pantie. All swimmers have ass cheeks that are very firm, brought about by all of the leg kicks they do. Hers were no exception. She had a very cute little ass, so much so that I really wanted to lean over and kiss it for her. When she turned to face me, she displayed a very full bush that was manicured so as to not escape the leg band of her suit. What was there was full, dark, and appeared to be soft curls that completely covered her labia. It almost looked too large for her body, because of its overall size, and to me, it certainly added to her overall sexuality.

I pointed to the massage table that was near the wall in my office.

"Hop up on that table over there," I waved my hand in the general direction, as if I was really quite unconcerned," and lay back. bring your knees up. I need to check muscular development."

When she was in position, I walked behind her, making a big show of putting on sterile gloves. I pulled a floor mount goose neck lamp with a strange bulb in it over to the end of the table, and turned it on. The light it gave off could probably be described as lavender in color. It was strange, that's for sure, which is why I had originally purchased it. But it served the purpose of being a "special lamp" that helped me define the muscular structure of the upper leg. (It sounded legit, anyway).

I aimed the lamp at her legs, pushed her thighs a little wider apart and then turned on another lamp that was actually aimed

directly at her crotch. I ran my gloved hands up and down her thighs, feeling both inside and outside, and then gingerly leaned even closer, moving her thighs just that much wider, until her lips were spread on their own and I had a perfect view of the entrance to her vagina. There, in all its glory and staring me in the face, was her hymen, fully intact, and covering most of the opening. Having learned what I wanted, I did not linger or stare, and quickly moved to look into her eyes. I backed away, shut off the lights and told her that her thigh muscles had developed quite nicely, as they should.

Turning my back to her and returning to my desk, acting absolutely disinterested, I told her that she could get dressed again.

Once she was back in the chair in front of me, I asked about her periods, if she had them, were they regular, was she on the pill to regulate them?

"No," she said," I'm not on the pill. They are not very regular. Actually, most times, they come as a surprise."

"Do they give you cramps too?"

"Almost every time."

I suggested that she see her family physician and ask to get a prescription for birth control pills so that she could begin to regulate the arrival of her period. They would also help reduce her cramps. She said that she would do that immediately. I told her that if those were not completely successful, I personally knew some massage techniques that could quell the most persistent cramps. I sent her to the outer office to await her coach.

The last of my new students, April, entered my office and sat directly in front of me. She is thirteen, does not swim competitively, and only took up swimming to appease her mother. She showed me her report card, which was very impressive, and I began my interview.

"Are you allowed to date yet?"

"Not really."

"Have you had sex with a boy yet?"

"NO!" she replied emphatically.

"Have you had oral sex with a boy, or a girl?"

"NO," she repeated, and sounded as if she was getting perturbed with this line of questions.

"What have you done, so far, sexually, with a boy, or a girl, or by yourself?"

"Nothing."

She seemed defiant in her answers.

"Have you started your periods yet?"

"No"

I changed the subject somewhat, to get her mind off this track of questions. We talked about school, what her friends did for fun, anything besides sex. Finally I told her I needed her to get undressed for me, to finish my interview. I didn't even look at her when I said it, picking up a magazine on my desk, trying to remain aloof to her nakedness. I pointed in the general direction of the table, and she went there immediately. Without my asking, she hopped onto the table and leaned back. I could see in my peripheral vision that she kept looking towards me, probably wondering why I wasn't looking at her on the table naked.

Finally I stood up and walked over to her. I felt both shoulders with my hands, then her arms. Moving from her arms, I touched the side of each of her little breasts and rubbed gently across them, as if I was actually feeling for something. As I did, her nipples sprang to life, becoming very hard in seconds. Her breasts were quite small, not even a true "a" cup yet. I slid my hands lower, feeling her hips, then each leg, then back up the inside of her legs.

"Lift your knees up and keep them that way, please." I went through the discussion about the "special lamp" as I moved it into position. I spent a little extra time feeling the inside of her thighs, just to deflect any suspicion, and finally moved her knees wide apart while I moved in to inspect her "goodies".

I have looked into the vagina of many young girls. I can tell a Hymen that has been broken or torn from athletics. I can tell when one is intact. And I can certainly tell when one is gone from penetration.

"You told me that you have not had sex yet. Yet your Hymen tells me that you have had something inside you."

"I didn't know you were going to look inside me when I said that."

"Tell me about it please."

"When I was ten, the neighbor's kid tricked me into coming into the garage. He locked the doors, tied my hands, pushed me to the ground and had sex with me. I bled a lot and he got scared. He warned me never to tell anyone, and I haven't. You are the first person that I have told."

I could see the tension build in her face as she "confessed" what she thought would be a disqualifying condition. With a stern look on my face I addressed her concerns, "April, you could not help the fact that you were raped by your neighbor. Nor do I consider that sufficient grounds to disqualify you. And I do understand your reluctance to tell me about it initially. However, from now on, when I ask you a question, I want you to tell me the entire truth, the entire story, all of the facts, everything in your first answer. Do not withhold anything from me when I ask you. I am talking about facts, opinions and feelings. If you have them, tell me! Understand?"

She nodded in the affirmative.

I sat back onto my stool and began to examine her lower body once again. Her labia were puffy, covered with the beginnings of a bush, but just the beginnings. Light brown hair covered most of both sides, but it was fine and thin enough to see through.

"You are still tense and nervous, aren't you?" I could feel it in the muscles in her thighs.

"Yes. I thought you were going to send me home."

"I can not have you this tense and expect you to learn anything." I rubbed the thumb of one hand below her vaginal opening, and then in between her lips, separating them slightly as I moved up. I found her clit, just as it popped out from under its hood. I pushed my thumb into it, firmly, and her hips moved up off the table about three inches.

"Wow! What did you just do?"

"You mean this?" as I pushed my thumb into her clit again. I moved it around and then up and down.

"Yes, that! You are making me feel all strange inside."

I said nothing, but kept up the tormenting of her clit. Within a minute, she slammed her legs shut on my hand and bounced her butt up and down on the table. I gave an extra firm push against her little clit and she let out a moan more appropriate to a forty year old woman. When it was over, she lay there, not moving, just breathing very hard.

"You have just had your first orgasm, young lady. Did you enjoy it?"

She couldn't speak, she could only nod.

"Are you now relaxed again, and excited to be here?"

"Oh, yes, she said, almost dreamily. I just need to lay here for a minute or two."

"Normally, I would not have done that for any of my students, but I sensed that it was more important to get you settled down. I try hard not to get involved with the physical aspect of your learning, but I am not afraid to when it is appropriate."

She nodded, indicating that she understood this line of drivel that had just been expelled from my mouth.

"I don't think I have ever felt anything like that before," she said. "I feel so mellow now, I don't think I could swim anywhere right now."

"Well, it is one of my private techniques that I use to help my students, but only when all else fails."

"Would you do it for me again, please?"

"Now?"

"Uh huh."

"Maybe I can improve upon it a bit." She was still in a near trance like state. She was clearly in an afterglow, but she just didn't realize it. I began to massage her small breasts, bringing each nipple to a rock hard state. I slid down between her thighs and began to kiss them tenderly. At the same time, I gently massaged her thighs with my hands, slowly moving upwards, but genuinely massaging her thighs, digging deep into them with my thumbs. By the time I got near her crotch, I could see her lubricant dripping slowly from her vagina and running down between her butt cheeks.

My lips moved to her pussy, kissing it slowly and softly, up one side of her lips and then back down the other. Eventually, my tongue found its way outside of my mouth and I began to lick her lips and the entrance to her vagina. She was moaning quite loudly now, so I moved my head up slightly and found her clit with my tongue. That did it for her, she had an orgasm of unusual strength.

He legs were drumming against my ears, nearly giving me a headache. As she finally slowed her spasms, I continued to run my tongue up and down her labia. Her breathing was increasing again, and I knew she was far along the way. I moved up her lips until my mouth found her clit again, and I paused there, just breathing hard on the whole area. She was very excited. Her hips were moving up and down off the table, and she was edgy. Suddenly, without any warning to her, I sucked her clit into my lips, almost violently. I held them tightly in my mouth, sucking as hard as I could on it. She screamed a piercing scream.

I held onto her clit for about three minutes, keeping phenomenal sucking pressure on it the entire time. I stabbed at it with my tongue, nibbled at it with my teeth, and generally held it captive. April came twice more before I let her clit go. In one swift motion, I pushed my pants down and slid in between her legs. My cock found the entrance to her charms, and I pushed in slowly and slightly. As I had hoped she grunted and said ugh, but did not scream out in pain or surprise. I pushed my swollen cock all the way into her, bumping into her cervix before I made it all the way in. I began a series of long, slow strokes, driving in as far as possible with each stroke. I felt her shudder one last time and I knew I could not hold out any longer. I unleashed a fury of jism, deep in her cunt.

As I pulled out, I managed to drag some of my cum along as well. I reached for a tissue and wiped my cock clean, then handed her several. She was almost in a daze. Her pupils were fully dilated, her speech was badly slurred.

She had to repeat her request three times before I understood that she was asking for permission to remain on the bench for a while. After a few minutes, she sat up, but remained sitting there.

"Is that what it's like to get fucked?" she asked me.

"Yes, that's what it's like for me to fuck you anyway. I can assure you that any boys your age would never make you feel this way. Did you enjoy it?"

"It was wonderful. I feel like I am in dreamland. I would never have imagined that I would have sex with someone as old as you are. But I guess that you have a lot of experience. I mean, you're about the same age as my dad, and I can't imagine that."

"Well, I am very glad that you enjoyed it. There are many ways that a person with my experience can help you overcome tensions and emotional stress. If you ever feel the need to deal with those problems, you are welcome to come to see me, and I will do what I can to help you through the difficulty. I would ask you, however, to keep this very private, and not share your experience today with anyone else. I am pretty sure that not many people would understand."

April had not moved from her position on the table. She sat there, just looking at me, her tiny breasts still blushingly pink and her nipples still very hard and erect.

"How often can a person do this?" she asked me innocently.

"As often as you would like, really. It depends on your mood, and the setting, and how excited you are, and a whole bunch of other factors."

"No, I mean like, now. Can we do it more than once?"

I smiled and wondered to myself what sleeping dragon I had awakened here. "Yes, if you want to, we can do it again."

I began to undress and moved to the table. She lay back again and lifter her legs up high. I threw them over my shoulders, which kept her butt lifted a little off of the table. I rubbed her clit with my thumb again, and rolled it between my fingers. The expression on her face was one of pleasurable tension as I continued to provoke her clit. Without hesitation, I pushed my cock into her now very went cunt and drove to the bottom in a single motion.

"Oooh. That feels soooo good," she sighed.

I pumped into her at a pretty good pace, banging the end of my cock against her cervix, and wondering if I dared try to push all the way through it.

As she responded to my fucking I told her, "Hold on to the edge of the table. This may be a bit shocking and strange to you, but I am sure you will enjoy it in a minute."

She looked at me with uncertainty but moved her hands to the holds on either side of the bench. I pulled her hips closer to me and then, on my next in-stroke, pushed the head against her cervix. With a firm shove, I pushed into her uterus, through the cervical canal opening. As I expected, she winced from the unexpected stretching of her 13 year old cervix, but she didn't scream out in pain. I held very still, our bodies now touching, until she became accustomed to my presence in her womb. Carefully, I began to withdraw a little, but remained with the head of my cock inside her uterus. It was a tremendous feeling, so much tighter than any pussy, and the friction on my cock was making my balls work overtime to get ready.

In less than a minute, I could feel the load moving up my tubes. I began to vigorously rub her clit with my thumb.

"Get ready for a totally different feeling," I told her.

She nodded, and I let loose with five or six very strong, firm blasts of hot cum into her womb. I saw her shudder, her upper body actually shaking, and I could feel the muscles in her cunt contracting as she went over the top again. I kept my cock firmly planted deep, holding myself against her until I was sure that she was done, and then I began to pull out, very slowly.

"Ohhh," she cried out, "not yet."

I stopped then, and held fast until my cock began to soften on its own.

"It feels so good," she said again. "I just can't get over how relaxing it is." She sat up and threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly.

After a moment, I backed away and went to the sink to wash my cock. As I got dressed, she finally stood up and cleaned herself with some tissues. The cum from my second load would take some time to finally drain from her, and she seemed to be in no hurry to leave.

"Why don't you just sit over there on my sofa for a little while until you are recovered enough to face the world again?" I suggested.

She moved to the sofa and sat at one end, just as mellow as one can be.

Life at the school was pretty normal for the next several weeks. The new students blended in well with the older ones, training schedules began, and techniques actually improved. While we did not encourage it, we likewise did nothing to deter friendly rivalry between students. There did seem to be a pecking order of the students which had nothing to do with their age or longevity in the school. It seemed to me, although no one would even admit that it existed, that the top of the pecking order was attained by besting all of the other students in your particular style of swimming. We had a fifteen year old female back-stroker that could routinely beat any of the others, even the senior boys. She seemed to be second in command to the top free styler, a seventeen year old boy.

I called Karl, our newest male student, to my office one afternoon.

"Karl, remember when you were here before, I made you jack off and give me a semen sample?"

"Yes."

"And remember, I told you that I could learn many different things from that sample?"

"Yeah."

"One of the things that I learned, Karl, is that you smoke pot on a regular basis."

"That's bullshit."

"No, Karl, that's the truth. You have two choices. One, you can give up pot smoking immediately, and any other drugs you may think of taking, and agree to random drug tests, or--I'll send you home this afternoon, disqualify you from my program, and notify your parents as to what and why. It's your choice. I won't make it for you."

Karl didn't argue. He said nothing for a few minutes. "I knew I shouldn't have given you that sample."

"Don't you think we would see your inability to perform and improve anyway?"

"Naw. I can swim lots faster than I do. I just am here because my parents think I should be a swimmer. I wouldn't care if I ever win another swim meet. It's not like swimming is my life."

"So, you'd rather that I tell your parents that I booted you out because you smoke pot?"

"No, I'd rather that you tell them that our two styles are simply not compatible and that it would be much better if I dropped out," he responded.

"I'll give that some thought," I told him, more or less dismissing him from my office.

"You do that," he said in a rather smart-alecky tone. "Oh, and one more thing," he added. "I've been hearing that you have fucked many, if not all, of the girls in this swimming program. Some of them are pretty young. I'd like to fuck that new girl, Lindsay whatever, that started when I did. She's pretty hot, and I'd like to bump on her before I go. At least she's older than some of the girls you did. Now, that's something to give some thought to."