Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.
Even though I'm providing a summary of the past chapters, you need to read chapters 1-7 to get background on the characters and story.
All fictional characters participating in any fictional sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
Previously on The Swim Team:
Barry is a widower raising his young daughter Brenda. Linda has been Brenda's best friend since birth and the two are on the school swim team. Barry has become fixated on Linda as she has matured. During a pool party, Barry observes other members of the team engaging in sexual activities and becomes concerned. Bethany, Karen, Tina, and Ivory are also on the team as well as Mark Landry. Before he can discuss this with Brenda, Landry rapes Ivory after a pool party. In the fallout, the school decides to cancel the season, endangering Brenda's scholarship chances.
Linda's parents Kelly and Dennis are old friends of Barry and his late wife, Carrie, and decide to split up after Dennis has an affair. Linda comes to live with Barry and Brenda while her parents deal with the issue.
Barry hasn't had a relationship since his wife Carrie died suddenly from a freak bacterial infection. In trying to help Kelly and Dennis, Barry finds out things about Carrie that he never knew.
Barry attended a party that turned into an all-out orgy that featured the woman for whom Dennis left Kelly.
Chapter 8
The house was quiet when I got home. I was concerned until I remembered Brenda saying the girls were spending the night at Ivory's house. It was just as well. I didn't think I could deal with whatever was bothering Brenda after the night I had. What started as one of the most mind-blowing sexual encounters any man could hope to have ended up putting me smack-dab in the middle of Dennis and Kelly's drama. I needed a shower. Even though it was after one in the morning and a shower would usually wake me up, I needed to wash the feelings of betrayal and the soil of anonymous sex away. Besides, I was still covered in whatever oil Austin used that had dried on me to a sticky residue.
I slept fitfully. My dreams filled with images of Austin and Diane, Bethany, Karen, and Tina, hell even Dennis and Kelly joined the orgy in my mind. But it wasn't a sexual orgy. It was a cacophony of copious coupling with no deeper emotions. Disembodied penises slid into phantom pussies. Hands touched and caressed bodies. Mouths found each other, but one was indistinguishable from another.
Then Carrie was there.
Her face banished all the cocks and cunts like light driving away shadows. For a while, I basked in her radiance, warmed by her love. But then the warmth faded, and Kelly and Dennis appeared. Red hair laying across a naked back as I fucked her, spreading out like a fire threatening to consume me. Carrie was there fanning the flames, playing with her pussy. So was Bethany, Karen, Tina, Austin, and Diane. They were all joined in a sapphic orgy, fingers touching everywhere at once. I couldn't tell where one body ended and the other began. Then Kelly was riding Dennis' cock, but her face changed. It was Carrie fucking Dennis, crying out in passion, pinching her nipples. They were surrounded by hard cocks already spewing cum, drenching their bodies in slimy white liquid which pooled around them, rising like a flood threatening to drown them all. And Carrie was loving every minute of it. Every splash of strange semen making her cry out in orgasm. Kelly and Carrie were drinking the flood of cum as they swam in it, their bellies distended from their ravenous appetite, and growing larger. Soon, they both looked like expectant mothers ready to deliver in a pool of cum.
I jerked awake in the darkness, panting and sweaty. I sat up as memories of the dream played out in my mind. Despite the sexual nature, the dream was not a turn on. It would occur to me later that the only women I knew who were not caught up in that sexual frenzy was Brenda and Linda. I went to the toilet and had to stretch my shriveled dick just to be able to get a grip on it as it was trying to hide inside my body.
After the dream, I did manage to get enough sleep that I didn't wake up when the girls returned the next morning. I slept until the smell of bacon pulled me from a thankfully dreamless slumber. My bed bounced as someone jumped on it. I rolled over to see sunshine embodied smiling at me.
"Good morning, Mr. B!" Linda exuded youthful exuberance. "We figured we let you sleep long enough. It's Sunday, which means pool time! You need to get up if you want to swim with us before the team gets here for practice."
"Right. The swim team." I rubbed my face. "Gimme a minute. I'm not awake yet."
"Well hurry," her radiant face beamed at me, warming my soul. "BB fixed breakfast. You don't want cold eggs."
The eggs were good. The girls were happy. Brenda didn't bring up the fight we had, and I didn't want to. At least not now. I still had a lot to talk about with her, but evidently I needed more time to figure out how to do it. I opted for a more benign topic. "So, how much did you raise at the car wash?"
"Oh, I don't know exactly," Brenda said between bites. "Austin was collecting the money, but we had cars lined up for blocks all day. We had to get a couple hundred bucks easy."
"Cool. When did you two get home this morning?"
"Oh, about 8, I think," Brenda said, stabbing the remains of her eggs.
"Yeah."
"Kinda early," I said. "I'd've thought you would've stayed longer."
Brenda sighed. "Mr. Johnson took the family to church. He said they needed to pray for Ivory. So, we came home."
Understandable. It was just a week ago that Landry attacked Ivory. It must still be fresh in their minds. "How are they dealing with it all? You said your friend Austin was quite upset."
"I don't know about her," Linda said. "She left after the car wash. We didn't get to see her before we left...Ow! What was that for?"
Brenda fixed a hard look at her friend. "Sorry. My foot slipped." Her face didn't communicate the same message.
The feeling that something was going on kept getting stronger. I was more resolved that I needed to have that conversation with Brenda, no matter how argumentative she got about it. I had to find the time just as soon as we had a moment alone. "Well, I'm sure they are taking care of themselves," I said at length. "And that they appreciate your caring attitude." I shoveled the last of my breakfast in my mouth and grabbed my plate. "I'm gonna get my suit on. You two clean up and I'll see you in the pool."
The swim team showed up after about an hour. Coach Thomas had them swimming laps at the call of his whistle while I puttered around the house lost in thought. The weekend was almost over, and tomorrow was Brenda's first meet of the season. Fortunately, it was in Springdale, about an hour away, so there was no problem with the natatorium this week at least. I was counting on getting with my sources for the funding they promised so we could lock in the rest of the season. Of course, I had to make sure I was finished and in Springdale before Brenda stepped onto the diving block.
And, of course, Brenda's big birthday was coming on Tuesday. Big things looming in our lives, and I couldn't shake the feeling that big changes were coming, too.
