From: I Robert <aam15@dial.pipex.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Making a Splash [M/F fun]
Date: Mon, 4 Mar 1996 03:27:40 +0000

			   Making a Splash

	No matter how hard I try to think about exams and bank
managers, my erection will not go down.

	Looking back, I realise it was a trap; Sue and the girls in
flat 4A had decided to make use of her parents' swimming pool, rather
that swelter all weekend at the University. It seems that I was
volunteered to drive them there and open the wine.

	It was all very pleasant, away from constant reminders of the
work we should be doing. After a few cool drinks around the pool, more
and more female flesh was being exposed. Sue was the last to go
topless, rolling down her one piece costume, then with a shrug, taking
it off completely. A few minutes later all four girls were naked, and
I was told that my shorts had to go. This seemed fair enough. So
before anybody had time to think about it, off they came; and to
convince myself that was nothing exceptional, I went across the garden
to refill my drink.

	With the confidence of numbers and alcohol, the girls were
beginning to get a bit raucous. They seemed to be having a lot of fun
with a bottle of sun tan lotion that they were applying to each
other's backs. Evidently it was straight out of the fridge. After
this things became a bit quiet. There was some whispering; then Sue
was advancing towards me with the lotion and a smutty grin. Figuring
that she was just out to embarrass me, I pretended not to notice and
turned over onto my stomach.

	Without asking, Sue applied the lotion to my back, steadily
working down. "We don't want your little bottom to be burnt, do we?
Now turn over and I'll do the front."

	"It's OK," I told her "I'll grill this side for a bit."

	I had no intention of playing whatever game they had been
plotting. So giving up and taking a few steps back, Sue produced a
camera that she had been hiding, took a picture and flounced off,
complaining. I would have chased after her; however, I had developed a
predicament.

	I remembered reading some advice on finding yourself in this
state at nudist camps - `Get into the pool'. So when all the girls
were looking away, I slipped into the pool. This suggestion obviously
had a typical, freezing cold, tackle shriveling, British pool in mind.
Unfortunately the water was warm and really rather sensuous.

	So here I am stuck in the pool, with a seemingly permanent
erection. Even swimming isn't helping; so I stop, resign myself to
being the butt of stories for weeks, and wade towards the steps.

	Looking around, I feel there's something wrong; it's making me
feel even more uncomfortable, but what is it ?

	That's it ! Suddenly I realise all the girls are dressed.
While I've been swimming, Sue's Mum has returned home and has come out
to meet us. There is nothing I can do, apart from standing close to
the side in the pool, as she walks towards me. Sue's mother is a
dancing teacher; she's tall, very fit, and no help at all with my
penis problem.

	Sue introduces me to her mother. "This is Bob. He would get
out of the pool to say hello, but he's naked and has a screaming great
hard on."

	Mum doesn't seem to be at all shocked, "Oh, you poor boy !
Don't take any notice of those horrible giggly girls. Come on; out you
get and let me have a look, I know lots of ways to make that swelling
go down." She seems the sort of woman who expects you to do just as
you are told. So I make no attempt to cover myself as I climb the
steps.

	Taking my hand, she kneels, delicately kissing the very tip of
the swelling. Sliding her hand upwards from my balls, she takes gentle
hold of my shaft, causing an involuntary twitch. Still holding on, she
stands and leads me across the garden, through a gap between some
shrubs.

	On the other side is a tennis court, and in the middle stands
Helen, holding a racket with both hands, her back towards me. All she
is wearing is a T-shirt that finishes half way down her bottom.

	This looks like a setup, but what the hell! Moving quietly up
behind her, I reach around. moving by hands slowly upwards under the
shirt, until I feel the curve of her breasts. Pressing back against
me, she eases my erection between her buttocks. Seconds later, with no
warning I suddenly feel myself start to come and looking down I see a
streak of semen spurt up between us. The other girls are looking
through the hedge, sniggering.

	There is a bright flash. I wake up, instantly realising that
I've been having a wet dream. Fuck! Just as I grab hold of my erection
there is another flash, perfectly catching an arc of semen leaving me
as my orgasm continues.

	My mind races. Where am I? I'm in the spare room at Helen's
parents' home, staying over after a barbecue for her dad's birthday.
The sun's shining; that explains the flashes. Good, I'm lying on my
back with the quilt pulled back. Bad, the flashes aren't sunlight;
it's Helen taking photographs and worse her two younger sisters are
also enjoying the show, sniggering.

	I try as hard as possible to hold back; but after only a few
seconds of futile straining the third spurt brakes loose, streaking up
over my shoulder. Flash. Applause. Now panic: footsteps are coming
down the hall. It's their mother wanting to see what all the fuss was
about.

	The sisters throw the quilt back over me and sit on the bed,
with Helen pulling her shortie nightie down as far as possible,
snatching the matching floral knickers off the floor and shoving them
into my bed. I'm still coming, pumping out another squirt.

	"Hello mum," calls Helen, "we just brought Bob a cup of tea,"
which I notice they had. "We think he's pretending to be asleep,"
which I did, while still pushing out the last few drops of come into
her floral knickers.

	Question: Which of them had done what to me, while I was
asleep ?

I Robert <aam15@dial.pipex.com>