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>