Underwater eroticism

I was born in a city with a large river. Growing up by the water, I developed excellent swimming skills, especially in diving, and can stay underwater for more than ten minutes without any problem. This river, as it flows through the city, is known for its "nine bends and twists," with highly variable currents. Every year, many people lose their lives here. The city government issues annual warnings against swimming in dangerous areas, but to no avail. Every summer, people rush to meet their demise, making it impossible to prevent, and even the water police station is powerless.
I like to swim near the Third City Bridge because there's a large backwater area under the bridge with complex currents. Most people don't swim there; they swim in the flatter waters about 200 meters downstream. I prefer swimming in this challenging section. Firstly, I can swim freely without being disturbed, unlike downstream where it's like being in a crowded dumpling pit—uncomfortable. Secondly, it allows me to fully utilize my skills.
This summer, the weather was particularly hot, and I would go for a swim whenever I had free time. One afternoon, I went to the river again and saw many people searching for something in the flat water downstream from the bridge. Upon closer inspection, I learned that a little girl, about ten years old, had gone missing while swimming about half an hour earlier. I shook my head and sighed. What a pity for such a beautiful little girl. Based on my experience, after so much time, even if she were rescued, it would be too late. What a shame. Oh well, I decided not to waste my energy searching for her.
I returned to my own area and began to enjoy my swim, feeling great. Just as I was enjoying myself, I suddenly noticed a bunch of colorful things underwater. I surfaced for a breath and dived back down to investigate. Good heavens! About three meters below the surface, there was the missing little girl! She had been swept upstream by the backflow; no wonder she couldn't be found downstream. I dived down, grabbed her, and checked her pulse. It had already stopped beating. What a tragedy.
Through the underwater sunlight, I could see the little girl's face clearly. She was beautiful, with delicate features. She was wearing a two-piece tank top swimsuit, and her struggle before dying had caused it to ride up slightly, revealing her budding breasts. Seeing this made me dizzy, so I quickly surfaced for air. I looked around; I was the only one in the water. Suddenly, I realized my penis was erect, quite uncomfortable.
A wicked thought popped into my head. So I took a deep breath, submerged again, went to her side, and easily pulled up her tank top, removing her panties. I began to admire this rare sight: her small breasts, just beginning to develop, like two tiny buns, with only a few pubic hairs growing below, her labia tightly closed—it made my blood boil. I surfaced again to check; everything was fine. I took a deep breath, submerged again, and casually pulled off my own swimming trunks, tucking them together with her panties under her tank top. I grabbed her legs and aimed my already engorged penis at her vulva. It was difficult to exert force underwater, and it took a long time to enter her vagina. I encountered some resistance, knowing I was near her hymen. Her vagina was so tight, gripping my penis so comfortably. I grabbed her waist, thrust hard, and it was fully inside. Wow, it felt amazing! Fellow lovers, have you ever tried underwater sex? Probably not. With the buoyancy of the water, you can roll around however you want underwater. Haha, this feeling is truly indescribable. Plus, her innocent little hole was tightly holding my penis; I felt like I was in heaven, so incredibly good. I tried several positions, surfacing occasionally to check the situation. Luckily, my underwater lung capacity is large, allowing me to stay submerged for a long time, making it easy. After several positions, I finally ejaculated a thick stream of semen into her little hole. It felt so good, so pleasurable! I held her tightly until I couldn't hold my breath any longer before letting go. I surfaced and let out a long sigh of relief, feeling incredibly proud. My first time making love underwater, my first time making love with a young girl—it was something I could savor forever. But even in my pride, I didn't forget the cleanup. I submerged again, first putting on my own pants, then inserting my index finger into her vagina. Wow, it was so tight! No wonder my penis had been so stimulated. I removed the semen and blood, cleaned her vulva, helped her put on her panties, and adjusted her vest. I looked at her with lingering affection, unable to resist touching her small breasts and vagina one last time. Finally, I surfaced, checked that no one was watching, swam ashore, and quickly fled the scene…
Her body wasn't discovered until the next day. The evening paper published "Another Teenage Girl's Life Lost in the X River…".
I didn't dare go swimming for several days, and no one bothered me. Three days later, I heard she had been cremated, and I finally felt relieved. This incident lingered in my mind for a very long time…

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