Friday arrived like a fever dream.Alex spent the day in a haze—classes blurring, teachers' voices distant static. He barely ate lunch. Barely spoke to anyone. His phone stayed silent until 7:48 p.m. when Elena's text lit the screen.Mommy: Leaving soon. Side gate's open. Wear dark clothes. Sit wherever feels right. No one will touch you unless you ask.
See you there, baby. He stared at the message until the screen dimmed.At 8:35 he left the house on foot. Walked the three blocks to the community rec center. Streetlights buzzed overhead. Crickets screamed in the grass. His heart hammered so hard he thought it might crack ribs.The parking lot was empty except for a cluster of dark SUVs and pickup trucks near the back entrance. Music thumped faintly from inside—bass-heavy, slow, predatory.The side gate to the outdoor pool area stood ajar, chain lock dangling loose.Alex slipped through.The pool lights were on—underwater LEDs casting rippling blue across concrete walls and lounge chairs. Steam rose from the heated water despite the mild night. Folding tables lined one wall: bottles of liquor, red cups, a Bluetooth speaker blasting low R&B.Men milled around—fifteen, maybe eighteen. Some familiar: Marcus, Callahan, Coach Daniels, Javier. Others strangers—tattooed arms, broad shoulders, hungry eyes. They laughed, clinked bottles, already loose.Elena hadn't arrived yet.Alex found a shadowed corner near the bleachers—third row up, half-hidden by a stack of kickboards. He sat. Pulled his hoodie hood low. Hands shoved deep in pockets to hide the tremor.At 9:12 the gate creaked again.Elena stepped through like she owned the night.She wore a sheer black cover-up over a crimson bikini that was more strings than fabric. Thigh-high fishnets. Heels she'd probably kick off soon. Hair loose, dark waves tumbling down her back. Makeup heavy—smoky eyes, blood-red lips. A thin leather collar around her throat, small silver ring at the front.Marcus met her first. Pulled her into a hard kiss. Hand sliding under the cover-up to grip her ass. She melted against him, moaning into his mouth.The others closed in—slow circle forming."Gentlemen," Marcus announced, voice carrying over the music, "our guest of honor."Elena laughed—low, sultry. Slipped the cover-up off her shoulders. Let it pool at her feet. Stepped out of her heels. Barefoot now on cool concrete.She walked to the pool's edge. Turned. Faced them all."Rules tonight," she said, voice clear and teasing. "No condoms. No pulling out. Every hole is open. Use me however you want. Cum wherever you want. I want to leave here dripping so much I can't walk straight."A low cheer went up.She hooked thumbs in her bikini bottoms. Slid them down. Stepped out. Turned. Bent at the waist to show them the jeweled plug still seated deep in her ass."Already stretched for you," she purred.Then the top came off. Breasts spilled free—heavy, nipples stiff in the night air.She dove into the shallow end—clean arc, barely a splash. Surfaced in the middle, hair slicked back, water streaming over curves. Floated on her back, legs spread, arms wide like an offering."Come get it."They didn't hesitate.Marcus first. Stripped to nothing in seconds. Dove in. Surfaced between her thighs. Lifted her hips. Lined up. Thrust deep in one stroke. Elena's cry echoed off the walls—sharp, ecstatic.Water churned around them.Callahan waded in next. Grabbed her hair. Fed her his cock while Marcus fucked her pussy.Coach Daniels took her hand—guided it to his shaft. She stroked him underwater.More followed.Javier climbed the ladder to the diving board—cock in hand—waited until she was pulled toward him. Elena opened wide. Took him down her throat while being railed from below.The others lined the edge—stroking, waiting their turn. Some filmed on phones. Flashes lit the water in bursts.Alex watched from the bleachers—breath shallow, cock throbbing painfully against his zipper.Elena was passed like a toy.One man lifted her onto the pool steps—bent her over the rail. Fucked her ass—plug removed with a wet pop, replaced by thick cock. She screamed in pleasure. Another took her mouth. A third slid underneath—double penetration in the shallow end, water splashing with every thrust.They rotated.Fucked her against the wall. On a lounge chair. In the hot tub—steam rising, bodies slick. She begged between moans."Harder—deeper—fill me—breed me—don't stop—"Cum started appearing—first on her face, then inside her. Leaking from pussy and ass in thick white trails that swirled in the water. Men pulled out only to paint her tits, her stomach, her back.She came again and again—body shaking, voice hoarse, legs trembling.At one point three men lifted her—held her suspended between them. One in her pussy. One in her ass. One in her mouth. They bounced her like a ragdoll. Water sluiced off skin. Her moans turned to gurgles.Alex lost count of how many loads she took.Lost count of how many times he came in his pants—silent, shuddering, without touching himself.Near midnight the pace slowed.Elena floated on her back again—limp, spent, body glistening with water and cum. Breasts heaving. Pussy gaping, leaking steadily. Ass red and slick. Face streaked with mascara and semen. Collar still on—ring glinting.The men dressed slowly. Slapped backs. Promised "next time."Marcus stayed last.He waded in. Lifted her gently. Carried her to the edge. Set her on a towel.Kissed her forehead."You were perfect."She smiled—weak, blissful.He looked up at the bleachers."Kid's still here."Elena turned her head slowly.Found Alex in the shadows.Her smile softened—almost maternal."Come here, baby."Alex stood on shaking legs.Walked down the bleachers.Stepped onto the wet concrete.The last men left—gate clanging shut behind them.Only the three of them now.Elena reached out. Wet fingers brushed his ankle."Help Mommy up?"He knelt. Slid an arm under her shoulders. Another under her knees. Lifted her—surprised how light she felt despite everything.She curled into his chest. Head on his shoulder. Cum dripped from her onto his hoodie."Take me home," she whispered.He carried her through the gate. Across the empty parking lot. Down quiet streets.She nuzzled his neck the whole way.Murmured soft things."I love you.""You were so good tonight.""I felt you watching. It made everything better."At their front door he fumbled the key one-handed.Inside he carried her upstairs.Laid her on fresh sheets.She didn't let go.Pulled him down beside her."Stay."He did.Stripped off wet clothes. Slid under the covers naked.She pressed against him—sticky, warm, ruined.Guided his hand between her legs again."Let you feel."His fingers slipped through the mess—hot, thick, endless.She moaned softly."Clean me tomorrow," she murmured. "With your tongue. While I tell you every detail."Alex shuddered.She kissed him—slow, deep.Fell asleep in his arms.He lay awake.Staring at the ceiling.Feeling her heartbeat against his.Smelling chlorine and sex and her.Knowing he'd carry her again.Knowing he'd watch again.Knowing the fall had no bottom.And knowing—he was already at peace with it.