Tiffany felt her chest move gently with ease as she took deep breaths. Something was gently rubbing and touching her ass. She kicked her leg forward as a reflex to move whatever it was away from her, but it seemed to slither between her cheeks and gently stroke her backdoor. She kicked her foot again, but the object pushed against her tight hole and she gave out a squeak. It writhed and wriggled and she gave out a startled gasp. It felt extremely good whatever it was doing. She spread her legs a bit allowing it to have better access to her body. She moaned out as it pushed only inches into her tight asshole. It slithered back out and then rubbed along her exposed buttocks. Whatever she had been trying to do earlier to get the thing away she instantly regretted it. Why wouldn't she want to feel this good?
She gently opened her eyes to be greeted by bright noonday sun. There were no clouds to be seen in the bright sky. It seemed to be far too blue. She tilted her head and felt a liquid rubbing against her neck. Didn't she fall asleep in Jen's bedroom last night? Then the flood of memories of what she did popped into her head. She had sex with Jen... with Jen's penis. She shivered and became more aware of the warm liquid pressed all against her body. She lifted her head out of the liquid and heard whispers coming from the other side of where she lay.
She sat up and the writhing object pushed further into her ass and began to wiggle gently inside of her body. She moaned out and pressed her hands down in the pool of liquid against her thighs, helping to spread them out. It felt so good. She was still extremely disoriented. She was lying in the shallow end of a smooth pool. It had thick white tiles that covered its floor, though the water was extremely murky and she couldn't see further down than two feet at most. It was warm and seemed to roil gentle as though it was a hot tub with low powered jets. She was on the steps at the shallow end and most of her body had been covered in the water, though now that she was sitting up her breasts topped the surface.
The overwhelming smell of caramel overtook her and she moaned out again as the thing that was in her ass pushed and pressed around in her depths. She looked down, but couldn't see past her thighs in the liquid. She took a deep breath and smelled the pool water. It was the source of the caramel scent. Tiffany's head spun with sexual anticipation. She tried to shake herself out of whatever it was that was holding onto her mind. There wasn't something right about this pool. Something didn't seem quite right to her.
The whispers continued from across the way, but there was a steam rising from the deep end and she could only make out three figures in the mist. She attempted to stand up, but the thing that was giving her so much pleasure kept her at bay. She tipped forward and caught herself on her hands and knees, wincing out as she felt the tile skid against her knee. It stung a bit, but the liquid touched the bottom of her chin and the sensation of the thing pushing around in her depths made her mind seem to skip over the fact that she had just tripped onto all fours in the pool, "Hey... where am I?" She decided that perhaps they could hear her at the other end and they would come over. Tiffany dipped a hand forward in the murky pool and ran it along her leg enjoying the bit of pleasure she was feeling. What was causing her to feel this good though?
She reached a hand down between her legs and touched at her asshole. Nothing was there out of the ordinary that she could feel, but as she prodded the vibrations made her moan out again. The thing spun and twirled and caused her to bite her lip. The smell of Caramel seeped into her nose and her chin pushed against the liquid again. She wondered what it would taste like if she were to just lick her tongue forward... Why would she drink pool water? It was always chlorinated far too much for her liking... but then again this did smell of caramel.
Tiffany dipped her head forward to the surface and opened her mouth. She decided if it tasted too bad she could just spit it out right? The flavor she tasted couldn't be described in what it caused her body to do as a reaction. Her pussy began to burn with a heated lust, and her hand that had once been toying around her asshole trying to discover what was happening back there had decided to move down and rub furiously at her clit. She had lost control of her body. She moaned out as she orgasmed into the pool and the thing in her ass spun once or twice causing her toes to curl with sexual pleasure. It was one of the best orgasms she had ever had from masturbating alone.
She realized that she had moaned out and the misted figures were slowly walking towards her. She moved her hand from between her thighs reluctantly. She could easily cum a second or third time. When her hand was free there was another pressure that was similar to the feeling she had at her asshole. Whatever it was pushing and rubbing in the right places. Tiffany reached her free hand forward and began to rub at her right breast gently stroking her erect nipple. It felt swollen and more malleable in her hand than before. She assumed it had to have been from being under the water... or whatever it was that she was in.
The figures were still some distance away, they seemed to be taking their time, but Tiffany could have sworn that each time they stepped forward the pool would rush with warmth and the thing squirming at her pussy would squirm excitedly. Suddenly she felt it pop into her aching body and she moaned out, then a second pressure and a third followed it. Another moved against her ass. There had to be something in the water that she couldn't see. A panic began to overtake her, but the pleasure she was feeling kept her rooted on her hands and knees. Why couldn't she shout out? She moaned again and lapped her tongue into the liquid like a dog that had been outside for hours in the sun.
Each stroke the things in her body made, the more of the pools liquid she wanted inside of her body. It tasted wonderful and familiar in so many ways. The figures were soon distinguishable. They were females, one had dark skin and the others were tan but not as dark as the figure on the far right. Each had hair that could be considered normal in cartoons but nowhere near the normal color of a girl you see every day. The dark skinned one had a bright red shade of hair that only made her seem more exciting. The other two had nearly white blonde hair that hung in curls over their shoulders. The liquid came up to the tops of their breasts, but Tiffany could tell they were far larger than a normal woman's she had ever seen.