I had done it at least ten times before. Sneaking to the pool in the neighbor’s garden at night was something I had grown accustomed to. I always thought that if someone caught me, I’d be able to talk my way out of it.
As a pretty girl, I was always somewhat shielded from the anger that would have otherwise come my way for misbehaving. I would put on a scared face, even cry a little, and the person yelling at me would end up comforting me instead. I always managed to get away with whatever I had done.
At the time, we lived in a suburban neighborhood and didn’t have a pool. My parents didn’t want to increase their expenses, and since it was an exceptionally hot summer, we were sweating all night at home. I was fed up, so I started my late-night pool visits.
One night, I got tired of always sneaking into the pool of the neighbors next door and decided to venture a little further. I didn’t know the wider neighborhood very well because we hadn’t lived there long. But I knew who had a pool and who didn’t.
So, one Saturday night, I made a fateful decision and snuck into the garden of someone I didn’t actually know, who lived four houses down. All I knew was that some students lived there, and the house probably belonged to the wealthy father of one of them. I thought that even if I got caught, I could just bat my innocent eyes and talk my way out of trouble again.
Boy, was I stupid.
Around eleven, I successfully made my way down the street in my swimsuit and barefoot. No one saw me as I slipped through the unlocked gate and quietly slid into the pool. It was heaven—the cool water instantly lowered my body temperature, and I finally felt human again after sweating all day.
I was floating on my back, enjoying the refreshing water, when I felt a touch on my left breast. I panicked and sank underwater, swallowing some of it. When I resurfaced, I realized I wasn’t alone in the pool anymore.
Three dark shadows surrounded me. I knew I was in trouble, but I didn’t know how much. I tried to clear my throat and say something like, “Sorry for trespassing,” when one of the shadows moved closer, and I realized it was a guy who looked to be in his late twenties.
Then the other two closed in, and I started to get really scared. I knew I had no right to be there, and I was afraid they might hurt me or something. I turned to swim away, but I wasn’t fast enough because the guy who had approached first grabbed me above the elbow and pulled me toward him.
I was in shock as he pressed me against his body, clenched my hair in his fist, and roughly kissed me, biting my lip and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I fought hard, but he was too strong.
Suddenly, all three of them were close to me, and I felt them pulling at my swimsuit. I felt the thin fabric being torn off, and I experienced the unpleasant sensation of being naked in the water with these strange and terrifying men.
I tried to resist, breathing faster and more erratically. I was more scared than I had ever been in my life. Why were these men doing this to me? Who were they?
I thought about what I could do and started screaming at the top of my lungs. I shrieked. Then, suddenly, I saw stars and felt a sharp pain at the back of my head. Completely shocked, I tried to breathe. Someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me underwater. I was drowning. I started inhaling water, my senses blurred, and I felt myself losing consciousness.
Then they finally pulled me out of the water by my hair. Pain and overwhelming panic took over. I was coughing up water and sobbing in fear. One of the men swam up to me, pulled my arms behind my back, and growled in my ear, “You little bitch, make another sound, and I’ll personally hold you underwater until you’re gone. Understand?”
All I could do was nod my head. My throat was still burning from the inhaled water, and I was so frightened that I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to.
I jumped when I felt a hand roughly grab between my legs.
OH MY GOD! They’re going to rape me.
OH FUCK, NO!
How could this happen to me? What did I ever do to deserve this?
I knew I had gotten myself into this, and the only thing I could do now was survive it. I knew I should at least try to stop these men from having sex with me. I had always been very careful with my body, and I had never allowed the guys I dated to do more than touch me. Now I was with men who could have all sorts of diseases, maybe even deadly ones. I trembled in the cold water with a new fear.
Then, suddenly, one of the men lifted me and pulled me toward him. I felt something pressing against my unprotected pussy. I knew the man wanted to enter me, and I started quietly fighting against him. I twisted and squirmed, trying to break free.
It was pointless because the other two immediately held me firmly. I was overwhelmed, fighting against three strong men. It felt like hours, and I knew I couldn’t keep fighting for much longer.
As I continued kicking, hitting, and twisting, barely making an impact on my attacker, I suddenly felt him entering me. It was a strange sensation, almost like defecation, but in the front. I knew what was happening, but there was nothing I could do about it.
As I felt the man pushing deeper into me, I finally stopped resisting. I was barely breathing anyway, exhausted from fighting them.
I was at the edge of the pool, one man holding me from behind while the other fucked me with long, firm thrusts. In that state of exhaustion, I almost felt comfortable, leaning against the man behind me. His hot flesh pressed against my back, and the man raping me rubbed his hot skin against me in front, in a steady rhythm as he drove into me. It was strange, the feeling of the cold water and the hot bodies.
The first man didn’t last long. I think I know when he came inside me. I had never had sex before, but when I heard his long, deep groan and felt his body tense against mine, I knew what he was doing.
He continued thrusting for a while longer, and then I felt him pull out. It was a sudden feeling of emptiness when he did. It surprised me, and I realized that what he had been doing wasn’t as bad as I thought, and when he pulled out, for a moment, it felt like something was missing. It was unexpectedly strange.
But when I saw the remaining man, who had been watching the whole time, coming toward me, and in the moonlight, I could see he was naked, and it was clear what he was about to do, I started weakly struggling again with the man holding me. It was no use, though.
The new man who attacked me had no trouble getting between my legs and sliding his tool inside me. I stopped resisting again and hoped that once he was done, there would only be one left. Maybe then I could get out of there and go home. I was determined never to sneak into a pool at night again.
It was a shock when the man drove all the way into me. I’d say he was much bigger than the first. It felt like he was pushing into my intestines. Then he pulled all the way out and thrust back in.
When he got into a regular rhythm, I involuntarily started gasping with each thrust he made. In fact, he knocked the breath out of me every time he plunged into me. I noticed that with each thrust, my naked body was pressed against the man holding me from behind.
It was still strangely pleasant to have him as a cushion beneath me, separating me from the cold tiles of the pool. But I soon realized that a side effect of the rhythm was that it was arousing my “cushion.” I could clearly feel his hardness against my butt. It occurred to me that if I rubbed against him and kept the rhythm going a little longer, he might finish too, and I’d only have been raped by two men. So, in my naivety, I started grinding my ass against his erection.
It was another mistake in a long line of mistakes I made that night. After just a little while of grinding, I felt a hand groping me down there, and I gasped as he positioned himself at my back entrance.
I panicked again and started begging them to let me go. I fought again, with renewed determination, but it was all in vain. He didn’t care if it hurt or scared me; all he wanted was to shove it into my ass while his bastard friend pounded me from the front.
At first, I didn’t think it was possible to put it there. But when I felt him making his way in, I groaned in pain. It felt like he was driving a steel rod into my rectum. The man fucking me doubled his efforts as the one behind penetrated deeper.
He didn’t even need to thrust; the front fucking kept pushing me further and further onto him. It wasn’t the pleasant sitting in the cold water, rocked by hot flesh anymore. His cock was causing me extreme pain, and the man in front contributed to it with every thrust.
Then there was complete silence for a moment. I hadn’t even realized there had been so much screaming and groaning until it stopped. All three of us were holding our breath, and then suddenly the man in front of me tensed, and I could clearly feel a hot gush filling me inside. Then the bastard beneath me started thrusting, and a moment later, I knew from his relieved groan that he had also come, into my back entrance.
Both men pulled out of the holes they had occupied, and I vaguely realized it was over. At least I thought it was. But when the first man grinned at me in the moonlight, I knew there was more to come.
I started sobbing as he dragged me to the hot tub seat built into the side of the pool. He pressed my belly over the seat, moved behind me, and let his big cock slide into my abused pussy from behind. I held onto that position, and he started with slow, even thrusts; all I could do was wait until he was done.
It seemed like he could go on forever. With each deep thrust, he pressed my body against the smooth wall of the pool. The contrast between his hot, slippery flesh driving into me with each thrust and the cold, hard cement as I lay bent over the seat started to feel interesting.
Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want this to happen, and I wasn’t enjoying it, but after a few more minutes of his firm thrusting, I suddenly felt my body tensing. Then came an electric bolt that shot from my pussy to every extremity of my body, and I had an orgasm. I was confused and ashamed. How could this happen to me? I hated these brutal men, but my body was responding to them.
Then it seemed like I just let it happen. I was submissive to the extreme, letting them position me in whatever way they wanted. I even vaguely remember smoking a few of them before they finally got tired. But before they got tired, they took me again and again. And it’s worth noting that this was my first sexual experience with men.
When the guys finally realized I wanted to get away from their attacks on me, they didn’t stop me. I must have had at least ten of their loads inside me that night. I’m not sure how many times they had me; I was so terrified by my own behavior that I don’t even know what really happened.
And no, I didn’t go back the next night for another round. When they finally let me go, I ran home and woke up my parents. I told them what had happened (leaving out the part about the orgasm), and they called the police.
It turned out that the students who normally lived there were away that weekend, and no one had any idea who had attacked me.