I owned a big house in a secluded development. I was friends with one of the neighbors, a divorced single mom. She had a daughter, Allison. Allison was fourteen and loved to swim. She wanted to swim competitively, possibly at the Olympics. I had a large inground pool and allowed her to use it as much as she liked. I gave her a key to the pool house so she could change and have access to the pool controls for heat, lights, and filter, for when I wasn’t home.

My career required me to travel out of town or the country from time to time. I found myself in a situation where I would be away for an entire summer. I decided to rent the house for that period to generate income and prevent the home from being vacant for an extended period. I posted an Airbnb ad for a two-month rental. I got a response from a guy who said he was a writer and was looking for a quiet place to unwind and work. He didn’t want young kids nearby. I told him about Allison, and he said she would be fine. We agreed to the terms and scheduled a meeting to see the property and close the deal. I told Allison and her mother that I would stipulate in the agreement that Allison would continue to have her pool privileges as much as she wanted while I was away.

A guy named Ray came to the house to look it over and close the deal. He was a huge black guy. He was bald, over six feet tall, and almost three hundred pounds. I thought more of a football player than a writer, looking for seclusion to write. I filled him in about Allison. I told him that she had been swimming in my pool since she was ten, and that she was none of his concern. I told him that she was a good kid and sometimes had her friend Bridget come with her to swim, and I trusted them to do the right thing. He liked the wooded seclusion. No neighbors could see the house on top of a long hill. We finalized the agreement, and he was to move in the next week.

Ray arrived as scheduled. He was unloading his stuff from the car. He didn’t have or need anything other than clothes and personal items. He needed to travel light, in case he had to leave quickly, as he had in the past. Had it not been for the proximity of an underage girl, he probably wouldn’t have taken the place.

Allison was swimming in the pool. She was alone, wearing a one-piece swimsuit for practice. He waved to her as he went into the house. She was swimming, so she didn’t respond. She was aware that Ray would be moving in.

Ray paused and watched her for a few minutes. The pedophile in him was awakened. She was perfect. A petite teenage girl. His mouth began to water with desire.

The pool and pool house were a reasonable distance from the house. Ray walked out to the pool to introduce himself to Allison. Unknown to me, Ray was a traveling pedophile. He was traveling because he was on the run and in pursuit of fresh young girls. He got a close look at Allison. He knew she was fourteen, and he was looking at her through the eyes of a predator. He had the whole summer, so he decided to go slowly before making a move on her.

Allison had an athletic body. She had long brown hair. Her breasts were a B-cup, as would fit the mold of most competitive swimmers. Her buttocks and thighs were pure muscle and tight. She was a beautiful girl.

Ray walked up to the pool and stood watching her swim laps. She finished and noticed him as she climbed out of the pool.

“Hello, Allison? I’m Ray,”

“Hi,” Allison said as she grabbed her towel.

Allison didn’t engage in too much talk with him. She was kind of afraid because he was so big. He was like a giant compared to her. She went into the pool house. She didn’t change; she just grabbed her stuff, shut the pool down as she always did, and left. Ray yelled to her that he’d see her next time. She waved and hustled away down the long driveway.

Ray, that night, put a small spy camera in the corner of the poolhouse, hoping he could get video of the underage girl changing—a few days passed by, and no Allison. Ray was worried that he’d scared her off, and he hadn’t had his opportunity to try to move on her.

Early in the morning, a few days later, Ray heard a noise outside. He looked out the window, and Allison and Bridget were coming out of the poolhouse. Both girls were wearing bikinis. Bridget was a redhead with a thick, young body. Her skin was as white as milk; she was a true redhead. He could picture the contrast of his dark black skin with hers. Her tits were a C or maybe a D cup. Her ass was perfect and very jiggly. His dick began getting hard. He went to get his binoculars so he could view them secretly from the upstairs bedroom.

Ray put on some basketball shorts and a beater and decided to see if he could sit outside near the pool. He didn’t wear underwear because he wanted to flash the young girls with a feigned air of unawareness. His dick was huge. It was black and thick. Thick as a beer can when he was aroused. His dick hung just short of his knee. The hem of the basketball shorts just covered the tip. His dick, when erect, always had significant droop because it was too heavy to stand up. When he intended to penetrate, he had to grab it like a hunk of meat and feed it into a young pussy to start his rut. He once weighed his cock on a scale, and it was almost three pounds of meat.

Ray grabbed his tablet to pretend to be working on his writing while sitting by the pool.

“Hello, ladies! Would you mind if I sit out here to get some sun? Just working inside, figured I’d get some sun. Don’t want to bother you guys,” he said.

The girls told him they didn’t mind. Allison was ok as long as she wasn’t alone. They lay on the lounges to tan, then swam a bit and tanned some more. Ray sat on a lounge with his tablet. He was pretending to write while filming the two girls with the tablet camera so he could watch it later.

Ray put his legs up on his lounge seat. He pulled the pant leg of his shorts up so almost half of his dick was exposed and lying on the seat like a pet. He watched and zoomed through his tablet as Allison spotted it. She giggled and whispered to Bridget. She looked, and they started laughing secretly. He noticed and watched as they kept looking at it. He started getting hard, and he saw Bridget mouth to Allison, “OMG!” They were shocked at how thick it was. They both jumped up after staring at it for a while. They ran to the poolhouse to change.

Ray opened his legs to straddle his seat and pulled up the leg of his shorts. When they came out, there was no way they could not see. They were walking side by side, and both were looking at the big black cock lying on the seat.

He heard Bridget say, “holy shit!” Realizing he probably heard her, they ran, giggling, looking back as they ran.