Accident: Main story

I was standing in the therapy pool; the water came up to my chest. The powerful counter-current system was running. Water was being sucked in on the left-hand side and shot out again at high pressure on the right. Normally, you stood securely on a support frame.

Jan had given me the test kit.

“Just a quick check of the readings, Lisa. It’s dead easy.”

I stepped onto the device and leaned forward. Suddenly there was a loud jolt. The handrail came loose and floated away.

I was immediately swept up by the current.

The suction area on the left tugged violently at my red bikini. The top was pressed against the grille, the straps cutting into my shoulders. Then it got hold of the bottoms too. The bikini bottoms were pulled downwards and against the grille with brutal ****.

I screamed and tried to hold on to something.

“Help! It’s pulling me down!”

The current was far too strong. I struggled desperately, paddling with my arms, kicking with my legs. My body was being torn back and forth.

At that very moment, the powerful jet on the right-hand side hit me – right between my legs.

The water pounded with high pressure right onto my labia and my clitoris.

“Oh God… no…,” I gasped.

The **** of the jet was relentless. It massaged my clitoris with an intensity I couldn’t control. I tried to turn away, but the suction held me fast.

Internal conflict:

This mustn’t happen… not here… not in front of everyone…

But my body reacted immediately. The hard jet of water stimulated my clitoris without mercy. I’d been aroused all day, and now this relentless stimulation was added to it. Shame and lust battled within me. I wanted to scream, wanted to break free, but at the same time I didn’t want it to stop.

The first orgasm came after about 40 seconds.

My body tensed like a bowstring. My legs twitched uncontrollably. A loud, stifled moan escaped me. My pussy contracted spasmodically, pulsing visibly. A violent gush of clear fluid shot out and mixed with the pool water. My hard nipples grew even stiffer, my breasts bouncing wildly in the current. I came so intensely that my vision blurred for a moment.

I was panting heavily, trying to catch my breath.

But the jet didn’t stop. The water continued to pelt directly onto my overstimulated clitoris.

The second orgasm built up immediately – even stronger.

I fought against it, tried to turn away, but the suction was too powerful. My legs trembled uncontrollably. My labia were now deep red and extremely swollen.

In my panic, I grabbed the nearest thing to hold on to – the arm of a man who had jumped into the water to ‘help’. My hand slipped and instead closed around something warm, thick and hard.

It was his cock.

I only realised it after two or three seconds. I was holding a stranger’s bare, stiff cock firmly in my hand, whilst I was right in the middle of my second orgasm.

Oh no… oh God… that’s his cock… I’m holding his cock…

The shame hit me like a blow. But I couldn’t let go, because otherwise the current would have swept me away. My fingers reflexively tightened their grip.

At that very moment, the second orgasm hit – a gigantic, overwhelming tremor.

My body convulsed violently. My pussy contracted in rapid, powerful spasms. A long, high-pitched scream escaped me. My legs twitched so violently that I almost went under. My free hand desperately tried to cover my breasts, but it was pointless. A powerful gush of fluid spurted out of me, whilst I still held the man’s cock firmly in my hand.

The men around the pool became more alert.

“She’s in trouble!” one shouted.

Two more jumped into the water.

One grabbed the straps of my bikini top and pulled hard to stabilise me. The straps snapped. The top was pulled off completely.

The other reached for the bottoms, which were already half torn off. He gave a hard tug – and the knickers came off completely.

I was suddenly stark naked.

At that very moment, the most intense orgasm reached its peak.

I stood naked in the water, my legs spread wide, my pussy deep red and open, my inner lips swollen and glistening. My hard nipples jutted stiffly forward. My whole body twitched uncontrollably as the water continued to pound against my clitoris. A third small gush of fluid flowed out of me.

I couldn’t cover myself. One hand was still gripping the man’s cock, the other desperately trying to shield my breasts.

The men looked at me – some with concern, many with a look I couldn’t interpret.

The water suddenly became clearer – someone had pressed the emergency stop button. The current stopped.

I stood stark naked in the pool, breathing heavily, my legs trembling. My breasts rose and fell rapidly, my nipples dark red and stiff. My labia were deep red, swollen from the after-effects of my orgasms. Jan stood at the edge, taking discreet photos – as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

I stood there, naked, having just come violently three times, in front of everyone, and still holding a stranger’s cock in my hand.

The shame was overwhelming.

And at the same time, I was so aroused that I could barely think straight.

I slowly came to my senses.

My body was still trembling from the two intense orgasms. My legs felt like rubber. I stood stark naked in the pool. The red bikini had completely vanished – sucked in and ended up somewhere in the filter.

The water was now so clear that you could see every detail. No need for goggles anymore.The water suddenly became crystal clear. The current stopped with a soft hum. The emergency stop switch had worked.

I stood there motionless for a moment, breathing heavily, my legs trembling.

Then something strange happened.

The tension, the panic, the three intense orgasms – it all burst out of me at once.

I started to laugh.

At first quietly, then louder and louder, liberated, almost hysterically. I laughed until tears came to my eyes. The laughter was so relieved, so uninhibited, that it felt almost like another orgasm.

I stood stark naked in the pool, the water clear as glass, and just laughed.

The men around the pool looked confused at first, then some of them began to laugh along with me. The mood shifted from shock to a strange, almost liberating cheerfulness.

I was still laughing as I waded slowly towards the ladder. My body felt light, as if a huge weight had been lifted from me. The shame was there, but it wasn’t overwhelming – it was warm, tingling, almost arousing.

I climbed the ladder, naked, dripping, without covering myself. My bottom and my still slightly twitching, swollen pubic area were visible to everyone for a brief moment, but I just kept laughing.

Once at the top, I turned to the men, still laughing, and made a small, helpless gesture with my hands.

“Well… that was certainly a very… intense accident.”

The men were now laughing openly along with me. Some even applauded.

I walked slowly, still naked, through the rows. No one said anything nasty. The atmosphere was strangely relaxed, almost friendly. A few men nodded approvingly at me, as if I’d just done something brave.

The old man who had ‘filled’ me involuntarily was standing a little apart. He still looked shocked. I walked straight over to him, still naked, and placed a hand on his arm.

“It wasn’t your fault,” I said quietly and gave him a warm smile. “Really, it wasn’t. It was a technical fault. And… it wasn’t just bad.”

He looked at me with wide eyes. I saw the relief on his face.

I turned back to everyone, laughed softly and said in a clear, firm voice:

“Thanks for pulling me out. And… sorry for the show.”

Then I walked, naked but with my head held high, towards the changing room.

Jan followed me. He was grinning broadly.

“That was… unexpected. But somehow perfect.”

I laughed again, this time more quietly, and looked at him.

“Yeah… in a way, it was.”

I got dressed, had a quick shower and left the spa.

On the way home, I sat in the car and could still feel the aftershocks of the orgasms. A stranger’s cum was slowly running out of me and into my knickers.

I’d been naked in front of everyone.

I’d come in front of everyone.

And I’d laughed.

Instead of sinking into shame, I felt something new: a strange, cheeky, vibrant freedom.

I didn’t know that Jan had filmed the whole scene.

I knew only one thing:

I wasn’t broken.

I was actually a little prouder than before.

And deep inside me, a quiet, dangerous voice whispered:

“Maybe… that wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened.”