Snuff Teri 5.0 (Ch 8 Dunked Teri) 3.8 (19)

Posted on April 30, 2023 by riwa

We walked over a few paces. Once again, a display opened up as if materializing from out of nowhere. This one was even more simplified than the last one.

I felt my cock start to stir again. I started to speak up. But my escort grabbed my arm and drew a finger to her lips, enticing me to be silent.

A naked Teri knelt facing away from us. She moaned softly while asking no one in particular to come free her from her situation. She was momentarily unaware of our presence.

She was kneeling upright in front of a shallow, circular tub full of water. Her lower legs were strapped to the floor of the holodeck. Her upper legs were strapped to the front of the tub.

There was a black collar around her neck. A thin cable was attached to it that led downward into the tub. Water dripped off her face and chest, indicating she’d recently been dunked.

I quickly put it all together. Apparently the cable was used to pull the young woman’s head down into the water. On the wall behind the tub, visible to both her and us, was an LED display with bright red numbers counting down.

I looked questioningly at my tour guide. She just stifled a giggle. Once more she lifted a finger up to her lips for me to remain silent.

The timer on the wall was now counting down from 10. The captive young woman became more agitated by the moment. “SOMEBODY HELP MEE!” she cried out, her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply.

As the time ran out, she inhaled sharply. A moment later her head was jerked down into the tub of water with a splash. A few bubbles came up through her flowing red hair.

The timer on the wall reset itself to 80. Immediately it began counting down as ‘Microkini Teri’ led me closer. There was a grunt from the submerged Teri before she stopped struggling and settled in.

I looked down into the water. That’s when I saw another LED on the floor of the tub. It reflected the exact same numerals as the one on the wall.

There was also a mirror on the bottom. It reflected back the concerned face of a young woman who’d closed her eyes. She now appeared to be concentrating on holding her breath.

“This one is doing a little forced breath-holding,” my escort explained. “She’s been doing this for a while now. The timer originally started her out at 10 seconds. Each time she goes under, both timers reset, adding an additional ten seconds. Sooner or later she’s going to drown. It’s inevitable.”

She smiled at me before taking notice of my hardening cock. She smiled knowingly at me as she asked, “Shall we see if we can distract her, Master?”

I was curious to see where this might be going. So I nodded my head. That’s when she knelt down and gave the ass sticking up a good hard “SMACK!”

I saw ‘dunked Teri’s’ eyes fly open in the expression reflected back to me. She grunted as she lost a burst of bubbles. Then she must have seen our reflections in the mirror as we bent over looking down on her.

She immediately started grunting and struggling. ‘Microkini Teri’ called down in warning, “I wouldn’t release that breath of yours just yet, honey. You’re not coming back up until the timer reaches zero. Even I can’t change that.”

I saw the young woman’s eyes open wide in horror in the mirror’s reflection. She began to wriggle around a little. Then she grunted a few more bubbles up from her nose and mouth.

The cable disappeared into a hole in the bottom of the tub. There was hardly any slack at all. It looked like she could only move her head just a little.

“Hold your breath, bitch!” my Teri ordered her sternly. Then she swatted the young woman’s ass again. It caused her dunked twin to jerk and bubble.

Both timers reached 30 as my escort began rubbing her helpless replica’s upraised ass. “Just look at this, Master,” she observed with a chuckle. “Shall I make it nice and ready for you?”

Before I could respond, ‘Microkini Teri’ got down on her hands and knees. She moved in and started licking ‘dunked Teri’s’ pussy. She actually buried her nose in the young woman’s ass as she licked and slurped.

The submerged woman stiffened and grunted. There was another eruption of bubbles. Her body started to writhe and squirm as the timer reached 20.

I wondered if she was going to lose her breath before her time was up. I heard what sounded like bubbly whimpers that kept increasing in intensity. Now it looked as though the poor thing was struggling to hold her breath while writhing helplessly.

“She tastes delicious, Master,” my escort giggled at me. “She’s wet, probably because she knows she’ll drown unless someone intervenes. I think the fear is making her pussy nice and juicy.”

She went back in, moaning softly as she licked and slurped. There was a bubbly cry as the timer reached 10. That’s when ‘dunked Teri’ really started squirming.

Bubbles came up as the poor thing grunted anxiously. My feasting escort just giggled as she continued to lick. It looked like the pole-dancing twin might actually start sucking water before the cable released her.

“You’re gonna drown her if you’re not careful.” My cock was hard and throbbing. ‘Microkini Teri’ gave me a quick glance and a knowing grin before going back to licking.

When the timer reached 0, Teri suddenly jerked her head up out of the water. She went into a coughing fit as she knelt upright. I saw the timers reset themselves to 80 and then start counting down.

My escort sidled up to her twin from behind. She reached around to grope and fondle a set of dripping tits. The young woman moaned and whimpered.

‘Microkini Teri’ cooed softly into her ear. “It’s sexy as hell when you run out of air and start blowing bubbles, honey. Better get your breath back pretty quickly. This next one’s going to last 90 seconds.”

“P–please!” the young woman gasped. “Please let me go or I’ll drown! I c–can’t hold my breath much longer!”

“Sure you can, honey!”

My Teri giggled, pulling the young woman’s head sideways and kissing her hard. Then she told her, “You’ve got good lungs. If you concentrate, I’ll bet you can make two minutes easy.”

“Not with you licking me,” she whimpered in protest. “I c-can’t hold it when you’re licking me. P–please… just let me go!”

“I can’t, honey,” my escort explained. “The program has already been set in motion. I can’t stop it until it completes its cycle.”

“How long will that take?” ‘dunked Teri’ gasped anxiously.

“Why gee; I don’t know.” ‘Microkini Teri’ giggled as she winked at me. She appeared thoughtful before adding, “I’m not quite sure. I can’t remember if I set it for two and a half minutes or three.”

“Three minutes??” the poor girl gasped in horror. “I’ll drown!!”

“And we plan on enjoying every minute of it,” my escort observed with excitement in her voice. “Now you’d better get ready for your next session, honey, while I do a little more feasting. After all, I have to get your holes ready for your rapist.”

“My RAPIST?!”

“Deep breath, honey,” my Teri warned her with a grin, eyeing the timer as it ticked down. “I just love it when you bubble. It makes you one sexy bitch; did you know that?”

The young woman whimpered as she gasped for breath, quickly filling her lungs. She was abruptly jerked under with a splash as the timer hit zero. Bubbles came up through her flowing red hair.

The two timers reset themselves, this time to 90. Once again my escort knelt down behind her. Then she began licking her squirming twin’s pussy, her nose buried in the writhing woman’s anus.

The submerged woman wriggled and bubbled. I heard a grunt of alarm. “I think she’s ready for your cock, Master,” Microkini Teri’ observed with a grin.

She moved aside as though inviting me to come enjoy myself. I willingly dropped to my knees. Then I slowly guided my hard cock into a wet, dripping cunt.

I heard another groan, followed by a burst of bubbles. I began to gently thrust in and out of her. My sadistic tour guide watched with enthusiasm as I slowly fucked the dunked slut.

‘Microkini Teri’ moaned lustfully. I could tell she was becoming aroused. Was it because I was fucking her dunked twin to the point where she might actually drown?

I kept it nice and slow, deciding to pace myself. I wanted the submerged bitch to last a while. So I took my time, enjoying her tightness.

I watched as the timer reached 30. I began thrusting a little harder, unable to resist. The dunked redhead wriggled and bubbled even more.

“Fuck the slut!” my kneeling escort breathed excitedly. “Rape the fucking bitch! She deserves it!”

She reached into the water and groped her squirming twin’s breasts, giggling wickedly at her. “Isn’t that right, bitch?” she said aloud. “You’re just a pole-dancing whore, a wicked little cock-tease. You fucking deserve it, don’t you?”

The submerged Teri grunted and bubbled. I could tell by looking at her reflection in the mirror that her lungs were straining. That’s when I fucked her harder.

I watched as the timer reached 15. She let out another bubbly cry when it went to 8. That’s when she suddenly stiffened before she started bucking and shuddering, billows of bubbles bursting up to the surface all around her head.

“Fuck, she’s cumming!” ‘Microkini Teri’ gasped excitedly. “Give it to her good, Master! Fuck the air right out of her lungs; drown the bitch!”

I thrust in hard just before the timer reached 0. Then ‘dunked Teri’ shot upright, gasping like crazy. I heard her whimper as she trembled like mad.

My escort sadistically reached around her twin’s body. She cruelly grabbed the drenched tits, groping them lustfully. Then she grabbed her head and twisted it in her direction to face her.

“Did you cum, honey? Is that why your eyes are all glazed over?”

She looked down at my crotch as I continued to thrust into her bedraggled twin sister. “Pull it out, Master!” she begged. “Please? I want to taste her cunt on your big dick! Then you can fuck her hard with it again!”

‘Dunked Teri’ whimpered, struggling to catch her breath. My Teri leaned down and took my cock into her mouth. Then she lovingly sucked it clean, moaning enthusiastically.

“Gawd; that pussy tastes great!” she gasped excitedly. “I just love freshly fucked cunt-juice!”

“Please!” her exhausted twin begged. “No more! I can’t take much… more of this!”

“You’d fucking better, bitch!” ‘Microkini Teri’ threatened. “If you keep this up, there’s no way in hell you’re ever gonna make two minutes!”

“Please… turn me loose, ok? I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone; I swear!”

“You sure as hell won’t,” her sadistic twin agreed, “certainly not if they find you floating face down in a tub of water. I suggest you get ready for your next breath-hold, honey. 100 seconds can be a long time to some people.”

“No… please… have mercy…”

“Like the mercy you parcel out to all those men you cock-tease while pole-dancing? I don’t think so, you fucking whore!”

“PLEASE… I’LL DO ANYTHING…”

“Then I’d suggest you start taking deep breaths,” ‘Microkini Teri’ advised, taking note of the dwindling numbers on the timers.

Her frightened twin began gasping anxiously. My escort turned to me, her eyes flashing. “Why don’t you enjoy that sexy ass next; eh, Master? I think the bitch can take it. She can hold her breath long enough.”

“NOOO!”

“Shut up and breathe, bitch! Otherwise I’m going to make fucking sure you can’t raise your head back up when the timer reaches zero!”

“NO… PLEASE… I BEG YOU!”

The timers counted down from 5. ‘Dunked Teri’ started inhaling deeply. At 1 she frantically filled her lungs. Then she was jerked back down with a burble.

“Damn; that’s hot!” my escort gasped, watching her twin being pulled under as bubbles came up through her flowing red hair again. Then she turned toward me with a lustful expression.

“Let me get that ass ready for you, ok Master?” Then she knelt down and started rimming her pole-dancing twin.

The submerged bitch stiffened and then started to bubble as she writhed and squirmed. I heard underwater whimpers as my Teri moaned excitedly. She licked and slurped as though she was really enjoying herself.

I watched her plunge her tongue into the young woman’s puckered anus. It caused the poor thing to tremble. Then she let out a bubbly, high-pitched cry.

“There, Master,” she gasped excitedly. “Wet and ready for that hot fuck-tool of yours. Go right ahead and fuck that bitch’s ass!”

I leaned in and pressed the tip of my dick against ‘dunked Teri’s’ quivering hole. Once more, she grunted in alarm. She writhed anxiously as though she could somehow avoid me by squirming around.

I slowly pushed my way in until I was well inside. There was another grunt as more bubbles came up through that flowing red hair. Then I started thrusting nice and slow, going deeper and deeper until I was pushing all the way in up to my balls.

I heard grunts and whimpers as I slowly fucked her ass. I couldn’t help reaching around to grope her submerged big tits. She grunted and burbled, wriggling her ass in response as though she could somehow force me out of her. ‘Microkini Teri’ just watched with a look of sadistic pleasure on her face, her eyes lit up with delight.

Once again I took my time, enjoying the pleasure of fucking a tight ass. The submerged bitch grunted and burbled. So I decided I wanted to see her expression.

I looked down into the water at the mirror. I saw the reflection of a woman struggling hard to hold her breath. When both timers reached 30, I began thrusting harder, giving her more of a challenge.

She winced until her head was shaking back and forth as I picked up the pace. “Yeah, baby; rape that ass!” my sadistic escort encouraged. “Drown the fucking whore!”

‘Dunked Teri’ grunted in alarm. Her eyes were open wide as her cheeks began to bulge. At 15, I really started giving it to her good and hard.

She began losing bursts of air. I knew she could see the time remaining. If she could hold out long enough, she would be rewarded with another breath.

My Teri began gleefully calling out the countdown as time ran down… “5… 4… 3… 2… 1!” Then the submerged young woman was released. She shot up for breath, gasping like mad as the cable maintained its hold on the collar around her neck.

“Let me taste that ass!” ‘Microkini Teri’ begged excitedly.

She moved in close, pulled me out, and started sucking on my cock. She moaned appreciatively as she gobbled me down. It was as though she was thoroughly enjoying the taste, sucking my dick like a pro.

Her twin moaned and gasped, water dripping off her face, hair and tits. “Please!” she begged, sounding exhausted. “I don’t think… I can hold it… anymore! Please… I’m BEGGING you!”

“Don’t beg,” her sadistic sister scolded after pausing from sucking my dick. “It’s unbecoming for a slut of your caliber. Just take your drowning like the whore you are.”

“Please… don’t drown me… I don’t want to die!”

“If you can hold your breath for 110 seconds, then I guess you won’t drown this time; will you, honey?”

“But I can’t HOLD IT THAT LONG!”

“Then I guess Master’s going to enjoy your drowning spasms as he rapes your ass, bitch!”

‘Dunked Teri’ whimpered anxiously. She was certainly getting no mercy from the woman who looked exactly like her. Despite the fact the two females were exact replicas, my escort seemed 100 times more cruel.

“This breath-hold might be interesting,” ‘Microkini Teri’ told me, her eyes flashing. “The bitch is acting like she might not make it. I expected a far better effort from her. Oh well.”

She shrugged her shoulders as if she didn’t give a damn. Then she grabbed the young woman’s face by the chin. She gave it a good shake as she told her, “If you can’t make this one, honey, the least you can do is make sure Master enjoys himself while you drown.”

“NO… PLEASE…”

“I’d get a really good breath if I were you,” my escort advised, motioning at the timers as they counted down toward 0.

Her twin began gasping loudly, trying to cram as much air into her lungs as possible. Then she was jerked under with a splash. The timers reset to 110.

“Let me get that hole nice and wet for you again!” my Teri offered.

She leaned forward, jamming her face into her twin’s ass. Then she started licking enthusiastically. I think she just wanted in for another taste. Besides, it seemed to get her off making her submerged replica squirm and bubble.

Almost immediately ‘dunked Teri’ started wriggling and grunting. More bubbles erupted up through her waving red strands.

“Now!” my cruel tour guide suggested as she pulled away. “Sodomize the fucking whore!”

I pushed the head of my cock against the young woman’s anal ring until it gave way. Then I thrust it all the way in. ‘Dunked Teri’ let out a bubbly cry as I started fucking her hard.

Her body rocked as she grunted and writhed around. I could not resist pounding her mercilessly. I heard grunts and bubbly cries, which only made me even more excited.

‘Microkini Teri’ seemed to be on the same page. She reached under the bent-over bitch with her hand, searching for her crotch. “Let me finger that cunt of hers, baby!” she giggled with sadistic cruelty. “Together we can send her over the edge!”

Her twin cried out, losing another burst of air as she started to thrash about. I was certain she’d given up too much breath in her lungs to hold it for the full 110 seconds. Thinking she was going to drown made me thrust even harder until my cock throbbed in her anal passage.

My escort gasped and moaned. Apparently this had gotten her all worked up as well. Was she eager to watch her doppelganger drown??

Her free hand was buried in her own cunt. She mercilessly fingered her dunked replica. At the same time, she was furiously finger-fucking herself.

Her twin sister grunted as more bubbles erupted at the surface. She was losing air fast. I could see her horrified expression reflected in the mirror on the bottom of the tub.

She looked like she was starting to panic. She must have realized she wasn’t going to be able to hold her breath. That’s when her anxious grunts intensified.

She began to writhe and squirm. It wasn’t long before her cheeks began to bulge. Was her chest starting to heave?

“Hot damn; I think she’s gonna cum!” My bitch of an escort was becoming delirious with sadistic glee. She appeared to be furiously frigging both herself and her dunked twin.

The timers had barely reached 60 when ‘dunked Teri’ stiffened. A moment later she went off. She appeared to shudder amidst a flurry of bubbles, the mirror reflecting her rolling eyes.

“FUCK; SHE’S POPPING OFF!” ‘Microkini Teri’ gasped excitedly. “SHE’S SQUEEZING THE HELL OUT OF MY FINGERS!”

I felt the walls of her anal passage clamp down hard around my cock. I could not help brutally fucking her ass. Then her orgasm passed.

For a moment the reflection in the mirror showed her eyes had glazed over in a drunken stupor. Then her lungs gave. That’s when she spasmed and gurgled as the timer reached 35.

Her eyes flew open in horror as she coughed hard, spewing air mixed with water. Then she began coughing her air away. She seemed desperate to clear her lungs from the fluid that kept pouring down her throat.

I looked down into the tub. In the mirror I saw the reflection of a drowning woman. It was so erotic that her next painful spasm triggered my release, my cock exploding in her tight ass.

“FUCK; THAT’S HOT!” my escort gasped as she too looked down into the tub.

Her submerged sister thrashed about. Bubbles dribbled freely out of her parted lips. Her expression was one of shock and surprise.

Her anal passage clenched tightly around my thrusting cock. She literally milked me dry as she cried out with a gurgle. It was incredible.

She went into a series of spasms, grunting “Ungh… ungh… ungh…” as each one hit. For a moment her body seemed to seize up. Then I felt her start to shake.

She suddenly relaxed, no longer putting up a fight. In the mirror I saw her mouth gape open. Her eyes reflected the horror of her painful drowning.

I felt as much as heard the rattle in her chest. Then a few stray bubbles swirled out of her mouth. They popped up to the surface through her waving strands of silky red hair.

The timers counted down to 0, allowing the cable to release her. This time she didn’t jerk herself up out of the water. She just knelt bent over, face down in the tub.

My Teri enthusiastically grabbed her and lifted her up out of the water. She looked at the vacant expression in her drowned twin’s eyes. “Damn, baby; that was hot!” she gasped in a fit of delirium.

She kissed the open mouth, moaning excitedly. Then she cruelly let go as though there was no need for being gentle. Her drowned twin’s upper body simply fell forward into the tub with a splash.

I pulled my dick out of the drowned ass. ‘Microkini Teri’ leaned down and eagerly swallowed me. She enthusiastically sucked on my cock, cleaning it with her tongue.

She moaned appreciatively before pulling me out of her mouth. “So that’s what your cum tastes like inside a dead ass, eh? It’s delicious, Master!”

She turned and caught sight of my cream leaking out of her dead replica’s anus. She quickly moved in, licking and slurping it up. “Can’t let it go to waste now; can I, Master?”

When she was done, she sucked on my softening cock one last time to finish cleaning it up. Then we both rose to our feet.

“Now that is one drowned slut!” she commented with satisfaction. “No wonder you like your cock up their ass once they start to inhale!” Then she seductively sidled up to me.

“Shall we see what else your wicked bitch has planned for you, Master? I’m SO enjoying this!”

As we turned to go, we caught sight of ‘stripper Teri’. She was dancing tiredly on her pole, her eyes wide in horror. My escort called out to her, “Better keep dancing, whore, or you’ll be next!”

With a yelp of fright, the young woman grabbed the pole and swung herself around on it. But I could tell she was tiring. I couldn’t help wondering what my Teri had in store for the exhausted performer. Then she wrapped her arm through mine and proceeded to lead me off to the next one…

2010; 2021 (written May 28 ’10; ed. Mar 17 ‘21 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.3 (3)

Posted on April 25, 2023 by riwa

Coming May rewards

The 7th chapter to Chloe.

The 7th chapter to Aravanna.

The 7th chapter to Katia.

A topless maid ends up in a barrel in the pool.

A 2nd MAID volunteer.

Dylann tries again.

Dylann gets caught.

Another mother’s fetish.

I dreamed I drowned them 9

Ransom gone wrong.

And I’m hoping to get Seductress 7 ready in time to post.

March stories/rewards will fall off at the end of April to make room for May rewards.

It took six months before the snows finally melted away that first fell in early November. So I guess you could say we had six full months of winter. The last piles and drifts were gone by Mid-April. Then Mother Nature gave us an 82 degree day before laughing, telling us “Just kidding”, and then dropping temperatures back into the 30’s. But it’s up into the 60’s now, so I hope the cold temperatures are mostly gone.

I got an unexpected present for my birthday last month. I think each birthday in your 60’s comes with a bonus ache or pain. I got one in my back, and it has complicated life at times. Sometimes it calmly reminds me of its presence, while other times it really grabs me and gives me a good shake. Mom and I must make quite the spectacle as we sloooooowly climb out of our vehicle whenever we go somewhere to eat. It makes people place bets as to who is the most crippled between us.

Mother is doing better. She has held onto the weight she has gained. She’s also had a medication adjustment that seems to be calming some hand tremors she’s been battling for some time. I thank God daily that I still have her around. I also thank Him for allowing me the health to keep writing for you. And I thank you all for being my patrons.

Oh yeah… I paid taxes too. They were not bad. I sure hope yours were reasonable.

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The Seductress 2 4.3 (28)

Posted on April 25, 2023 by riwa

I didn’t tell anyone what happened between Carly and I. Besides, who was I going to tell? If anyone found out, it would seriously tarnish my reputation.

I’d certainly enjoyed what we’d done underwater. But I also felt guilty. Perhaps it was because of the church’s message. Or maybe it was because we weren’t officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet.

I tried to rationalize it by convincing myself Carly had been the aggressor. But I knew I could have put a stop to it at any time. Now I was starting to develop feelings for her.

I got a call from her the next day. She wanted to go back out to the lake and swim with me again. She wanted to know what day would be good for me.

Everything seemed to be happening so fast. A part of me thought I should turn her down. But I’d enjoyed our time underwater, and I didn’t want to stop.

I asked if Thursday afternoon would work. I hoped there wouldn’t be too many people out at the lake to spy on us during a workday. I figured Thursday would work much better than a Friday or the weekend.

She told me Thursday afternoon would be great. She would use her parent’s car so I wouldn’t have to come pick her up. She would also pack some sandwiches if I could bring something to drink.

I got to the lake on Thursday a little after noon. A part of me couldn’t help questioning what I thought I was doing. But I’d already become too deeply entangled.

Carly showed up in her parents’ car wearing a nice sundress. It quickly came off to reveal a skimpy black bikini. That didn’t help my stiffening cock in the slightest.

We ate her sandwiches and drank the sodas I’d brought along. But we made sure it wasn’t a heavy lunch. Then we got into the water.

The raft was clear across the inlet, the wind having blown it there from the night before. Carly and I swam over to fetch it. We brought it back and parked it right in the middle over the deepest part of the inlet.

There were other people out on the lake. But for the most part, we were just out of sight. I didn’t want anyone else knowing about Carly and I until I could fully process what was going on between us.

After reaching the middle of the inlet, Carly blatantly stripped out of her bikini, tossing the pieces up onto the raft. She smiled as she told me, “I hope you don’t mind. Last time we weren’t naked for very long. This time I want to swim in the nude. Is that ok with you?”

She gave me a questioning look. Right away I knew what she wanted from me. So I let my little head do all the thinking.

I gamely pulled my trunks off, eager to please. Then I tossed them up onto the raft. “That’s great!” she gasped with a huge grin. “This way I get to see for myself just how turned on you become. Now I want to see if I can swim down to the bottom on my own while you’re swimming beside me.”

We both filled our lungs before submerging. We swam down until I actually touched the muddy bottom. It was so murky that I could hardly see Carly until she found me and grabbed on.

She pulled me to her and started kissing me deeply. Our naked bodies pressed up against each other. Her hands were all over me.

I felt her grab my dick and start to stroke it. I grunted bubbles into her mouth as our tongues intertwined. It felt so good that I didn’t think to stop her. Besides, I really didn’t want to.

We finally shot up to the surface for another breath. We clung to the raft until she filled her lungs and submerged. That’s when I felt her lips wrap around my quivering shaft.

She eagerly bobbed up and down on it, losing bubbles out of her nose. Then she popped up for a breath. “Your turn to do oral on me,” she panted.

I may have been clueless around the girls at school. But from all my “research” I certainly knew enough to know what was expected of me. At least I thought I did.

I submerged and caressed her mounds. Then I latched onto a nipple with my mouth. I sucked on it, using my tongue to flick it a little.

She joined me underwater, moaning up bubbles as she jerked my meat. I licked and sucked on her breasts. Then we surfaced to get another breath.

She was eager to submerge again. This time she forced my head between her legs. Right away I knew what she wanted.

I hesitated only a moment before exploring with my tongue. I found her nub and nibbled on it with my lips, making it swell. She squirmed against me as she groaned and bubbled.

I licked between her labia until she was wriggling and trembling. It was a real turn-on making her squirm underwater. I heard her lose bubbles as she moaned really loud.

We surfaced again to catch our breaths. She panted as she looked me right in the eye. Then she dubiously asked, “Are you sure you haven’t done any of this before?”

I told her I’d done a lot of research on the subject. But I didn’t give any specific details. I didn’t want her to know I was more worldly than I wanted to let on.

She grinned as she replied, “Porn research?” She laughed as my face went red. She told me it was no big deal.

She filled her lungs and submerged again. Once more her lips wrapped around my dick. I slipped under and reached down to grope and fondle her boobs as she vacuumed my cock, her cheeks going concave.

After a while we came back up for another breath. She panted as she told me, “Now I want to 69 at the bottom of the lake. You know what that is, don’t you?”

I blushed as I told her yes. She said she wanted to suck my cock while I licked her twat. But she didn’t want to waste any time fumbling around to find me.

I told her to grab on. She wrapped her arms around my neck as we both inhaled deeply. Then I took us down toward the bottom of the lake.

It got darker and colder the deeper we went, helping my cock stiffen even more. Then my hands touched the muddy bottom. Carly shifted her position on top of me, feeling around until she was able to wrap her lips around my dick.

Even though my sinuses stung, I shifted my body underneath her until my face went between her legs. I licked through the folds of her labia as I nibbled on her nub. She really groaned up bubbles as she gobbled me down.

We stayed down for as long as we could. It felt absolutely incredible; two warm, naked bodies pressed together at the bottom of a murky lake. I loved the way she was responding to my probing tongue and nibbling lips.

She finally broke away and shot up toward the surface. My lungs were hurting as I followed her up. For a moment I wondered if we’d stayed down too long.

We burst up panting loudly for breath. She gasped, “Damn, that was hot! How deep were we?” I told her I didn’t really know. But it had to have been at least a good eighteen feet… maybe even deeper.

She kissed me deeply, her hand grabbing my dick again. We submerged near the raft as my hand found her crotch. This time I wriggled a couple fingers into her slit.

She moaned and bubbled as she writhed against me. It was incredibly erotic. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect to meet a woman with the same aquatic desires as I.

We surfaced to catch our breath. Once more, she pushed me under onto my back. We were near the surface when she gobbled my cock as my face found her crotch.

We were just below the surface, feasting in another 69 position. By now there were very few self-conscious thoughts on my part. I was horny as hell, and was really enjoying our time in the water.

We surfaced again to catch our breath. She eagerly stroked my erection. Then she told me, “Now I want to go deep and kiss you again.”

We inhaled deeply before submerging. She followed me down, keeping a hand on my ankle so she wouldn’t lose me. I stretched my hand out, but this time I didn’t find the bottom.

Carly pulled me to her and kissed me hard. Once more, her tongue deeply probed my oral cavity. I felt her hand stroke my cock the entire time.

At some point I felt her move my dick around. A moment later I felt myself slide deep inside something warm and velvety. That’s when something clenched wonderfully around my shaft.

Carly eagerly began to ride me, grunting and bubbling like crazy. She kissed me so hard I thought she was going to suck my tonsils out. That’s when it occurred to me what had just happened.

I had never planned on things going this far. But it was far too late to stop now. Besides, it felt too damned good for me to want to pull out.

She eagerly rode me, grunting into my mouth as our tongues intertwined. I could not resist, nor could I make myself stop. A moment later I felt it swell within me.

I tried to grunt a warning as I started to push her away. Carly just wrapped her legs around me even more. She held on tight, gripping me like an octopus until there was no way I could pry her off me.

My cock suddenly went off inside her. I could not stop spurting as I pumped load after load deep inside her. It felt absolutely incredible, especially as we drifted near the bottom of the lake.

I tried to pull out as I was running out of breath and needed to surface. She kept her legs wrapped around me as she continued to kiss me. I finally used my arms and legs to work us back toward the surface.

We finally popped up gasping loudly for breath. She gasped, “That was so fucking awesome!” Then she proceeded to kiss me so hard that she sucked the tonsils out of my throat.

I could tell I was still inside her. I’d softened, but I hadn’t yet slipped out. It was as though she didn’t want me too.

She finally squeezed me out of her. I felt my conscience nudge me, and I mumbled something about heading back to shore to take a break. But she was having none of it.

“That was fucking incredible! I want to go again!” And with that she submerged to wrap her lips back around my dick.

I made a halfhearted attempt to stop her. But I didn’t really want to. In no time at all I found myself stiffening right back up.

She came up out of the water and gasped for breath. Then she pushed me down between her legs. I dutifully began lapping up her pussy, noticing a distinct change in flavor.

She stiffened and cried out as she held my head in place. She slipped under, moaning and bubbling. Then she let out a bubbly cry as she shuddered hard, squeezing her legs until I thought she was going to crack my head open like an egg.

She let me go, and the two of us surfaced. She blurted out, “I just had a fucking orgasm! I want to go again!” And with that she shoved me right back down between her legs.

Once more I licked between the folds of her labia as bubbles dribbled out of my mouth. I pushed my tongue into her slit as I grabbed her ass. Then I used a couple fingers to thrust in and out of her clenching slit.

She stiffened and bubbled. Then she cried out as she shuddered against me. We both popped back up to catch our breaths.

After a couple of minutes she gasped, “I want to get you back to bottom of the lake again!”

I looked at her, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable. I had a good idea what she wanted to have happen again. This time I became a little hesitant, hemming and hawing about it.

My erection didn’t make things any easier, especially when she grabbed it and stroked me. She told me, “I know you’re trying to be careful. But would you just relax already? There’s no danger. Mom’s got me on the pill, so we’re good to go.”

Right then, something told me I wasn’t the only one she’d been sexually active with. But my erection didn’t really give a damn. That’s when she climbed into my lap, impaling herself on my throbbing erection.

“All the way down!” she demanded. “I want to fuck you at the bottom of the lake! I hope that’s ok. You’re the only one I’ve ever fu – I mean… you’re the only one I’ve ever been to the bottom of the lake with.”

Her words confirmed I wasn’t the only one she’d fucked. But a hard cock knows no conscience. That’s when she gasped, “Take us all the way down! I’ll hang on!”

We both inhaled deeply. Then we sort of jackknifed downward. I pulled hard with my arms, kicking with my legs to get us down.

Carly stayed wrapped around me like an octopus. She clung on tightly with her legs while riding me down as she bounced on my erection. I could actually feel her fucking me.

I kept swimming down, shamefully enjoying the way it felt being inside her. To my surprise, I actually touched the bottom. In fact, I almost drove Carly into the mud.

She ended up flat on her back, French-kissing me like a maniac. Her tongue probed deeply inside my oral cavity as she rode me. I thrust in and out of her while keeping her pinned to the bottom.

She grunted and bubbled into my mouth. It felt absolutely incredible. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to cum again!

I tried to give her a warning. She just wrapped her legs tighter around my waist. Then she really rode me, her pussy clenching like crazy as she kissed me hard.

I grunted as I thrust deep into her warm, throbbing womanhood. A moment later I pumped a second load deep inside her. She moaned up bubbles until she went into little spasms.

She suddenly grunted as she pushed me off. She shot up for the surface, with me a split-second behind. We both burst up panting like crazy.

“Awesome!” she finally gasped. “That was so fucking awesome! I’ve never done it at the bottom of the lake before!”

She saw the look in my eyes. Then she tried to correct herself. “I mean… I never thought I would ever have sex with anyone like that, certainly not at the bottom of a lake!”

I thought about saying something. But I decided not to push it. My little head didn’t seem to care I wasn’t the first who’d plowed her garden.

We climbed onto the raft and stretched out on our backs. We lay like that for a few minutes, sunning ourselves. I looked around to make sure nobody could see us skinny-dipping, much less lying nude on a raft.

By now we had drifted closer to shore. Carly noticed and said we needed to push it back out if we were going to do any more swimming and fucking. I was surprised at her brazenness.

She climbed on top of me and started kissing me on the raft. My cock immediately stiffened again. She felt it harden between us and began humping against it as she moaned into my mouth.

She rolled us around on top of the raft until we rolled off into the water. She just kept kissing me. By now she was getting pretty good about holding her breath with our tongues intertwined.

We surfaced to catch our breath. Then she panted, “I want to 69 again. You are so good with that tongue of yours.”

What could I say? I wanted to please her. I also liked the way her lips wrapped around my dick as she tried to suck the cream out of my balls.

We slipped underwater and moved into position. This time I was on top of her. Her mouth latched onto my dick as she locked my head in place with her thighs.

We really went at it. She kept grunting up bubbles as she sucked my cock. My tongue must have kept hitting the right spot because she humped against my face until she bubbled her breath away and had to surface again.

We came up gasping for breath. She kissed me hard before pulling away and telling me how talented I was with my tongue. Then she told me she wanted another fuck down on the bottom of the lake.

My conscience tried to tell me not to do it. But I was horny and could barely hear it. Besides, I loved the way she wanted to fuck me while holding her breath at the bottom of the lake.

I looked at her and smiled, thinking I’d cleverly found a way around it. “If you want to fuck me, you’re going to have to find me first.” Then I filled my lungs and submerged.

I could just barely make out the words, “Oh no, you don’t!” Then I pulled hard for the bottom. It was as though I was trying to escape.

I didn’t swim all that hard as I neared the bottom. It was murky, and I thought maybe I’d lost her. Then I reached the mud, the bottom not nearly so deep since we were closer to shore.

To be honest, I wanted her to find me way more than I wanted to remain virtuous. Besides, it was much too late for that. We’d already done so much in the water together.

She grabbed my ankle, causing me to bubble as my cock really stiffened. She pulled me to her before climbing into my lap. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed me over backwards until she was riding me in a cowgirl position.

She grunted and bubbled as she eagerly rode me near the bottom of the lake. I grasped onto her sides to hold on. She responded by grabbing my hands and pulling them to her breasts, indicating she wanted me to grab onto something else.

I groped and squeezed her tits as she eagerly rode me. We grunted and bubbled down near the bottom of the lake. I could feel us drifting upwards until I lost enough air to cause us to descend.

My stomach was starting to heave when I felt my back come in contact with the muddy bottom. She must have felt it with her legs, being as how they were wrapped tightly around me. She really rode me, grunting and bubbling up a storm.

I began to feel the strain in my lungs. I could also feel it in her heaving tits. She suddenly launched herself off and made a mad dash for the surface.

I shot up after her, concerned I might have stayed down too deep. I followed her up until we both burst up gasping loudly for breath. We swam to the raft which had drifted even closer to shore.

She panted for breath as she kissed me again. She grabbed my dick and jerked it while asking, “You still hard?”

I nodded… “Unh – hunh.”

“Good. I want to go back down. This time I want you to fuck me doggy style. You know what that is, don’t you?”

I nodded as I looked down. We were closer to the shore. The water was not so deep, meaning we should be able to reach the bottom easily enough.

“Now!” she gasped. Then we both submerged. I followed her down, staying close to her.

The bottom came up much faster this time. We were maybe 10-12 feet down. Carly immediately got on her hands and knees as I got on my knees behind her.

She grabbed me and centered me against her opening. Then she pushed back against me until I pushed deep inside her. She wasn’t taking any chances I might back out at the last second.

She began pushing back against me as I thrust into her. Once more I felt her hands come back and grab onto mine, directing where she wanted them. I ended up reaching underneath her to grope her boobs as I thrust into her from behind.

I was eager for another release. I could tell I was getting close. I knew I shouldn’t have been fucking her at all. But I just couldn’t make myself stop, especially with the two of us holding our breath at the bottom of the lake.

I groped her good and hard as I thrust into her. She grunted up more bubbles as she pushed back against me. Then I felt my balls swell until I exploded deep inside her.

She groaned up bubbles; she must have felt my cum in her. I really groped her boobs as I thrust deep and hard. I wanted to make sure she squeezed every last drop out of me.

It felt like she responded by clenching and crying out. She really milked me dry. Then she grunted up bubbles, a sound that didn’t seem right.

She started to go limp in my grasp. I pulled out of her, but she didn’t make a move toward the surface. I started to panic as I grabbed her and tried hauling her back up.

I was out of breath, my lungs empty. I couldn’t tell if she was conscious or not. For a moment I was afraid we were both going to drown. Then I got her to the surface.

For a moment she didn’t say or do anything. Then she started up a severe coughing fit. I told her over and over again how sorry I was.

I worked her over to the raft and got her on top. Then I finished kicking the raft back to shore. Somehow we both managed to get back into our swimsuits.

I asked again if she was ok. She gave me a not so happy glance as she told me, “You tried to drown me!”

“No, I didn’t! We just got carried away. You were the one who wanted to go back down, remember?”

“But you tried to drown me!”

“You wanted to fuck on the bottom of the lake!” I was surprised and a little put out by her sudden anger.

She gathered up all her stuff and headed for her parents’ car. She was clearly angry, spoiling out time together at the lake. My frantic apologies didn’t make a bit of difference as she climbed in, turned the car around and roared off.

I watched her drive away, feeling crestfallen. That certainly hadn’t ended well. The problem was: I was starting to develop feelings for her. It felt like I was actually falling in love.
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Carly didn’t call me after that. I thought about calling her, but I didn’t want her to hang up on me. I also didn’t know how her parents would react if they found out we’d been sexual in the lake. I didn’t even know whether or not she’d told them.

Things certainly changed at church that Sunday. I started getting looks and snickers from just about everyone in the youth group. Carly was back to being snarky with me while hanging out with her friends.

The way they looked at me made me suspect they knew all about our lake adventures. There was only one person who could have told them. I felt utterly humiliated… and more than a little angry.

Our next youth group outing at the lake was not at all what I’d hoped it would be. I thought Carly would at least show some respect toward me. Instead, she made fun of me behind my back as she sat among her group of friends.

By now I was sure everybody knew. One of the guys I knew finally told me Carly had made a bet with some of the others, claiming she could take my virginity. Now she was cashing in and bragging about it.

I was mortified. But deep down, I was furious over being taken advantage of. I made it a point to spend as much time in the water by myself as possible, avoiding her and the others. I couldn’t believe Carly had turned out to be such a bitch.

A couple friends near the water quietly told me not to let it bother me. They could tell how it had affected me. But it was incredibly hard to ignore. It occurred to me I was going to have to live with this for a while, or at least until I moved away or something.

There was a lot of laughter and pointing at me. Some of the others became indecisive, having a hard time deciding just who to side with. They would be in the firing line if they chose to publicly side with me. So I was pretty much abandoned and ignored for the duration.

Mrs. Walker finally got pissed off about the whole thing. She told her daughter to take the car and all her disgusting friends and drive home. She also told her she was grounded.

Our time at the lake as a church group had officially come to an end. I started to get out of the water. But Mrs. Walker came down to the shoreline and held up a hand.

“Not you, Robert. You don’t have to go anywhere. You can stay as long as you like.”

She turned to see her daughter climbing into the car. The group was breaking up and heading for their vehicles. That left me all alone in the water.

Mrs. Walker was wearing a yellow one-piece. But it was cut well up the thighs, and it revealed a lot of cleavage. The way her breasts pushed through the material with her nipples protruding made it difficult for me not to stare.

“I’m real sorry about that, Robert. My daughter has been bragging about what she did with you for several days now. I guess she did it as a bet. She wanted to prove the right girl in the right situation could make you lose your virginity. I’m sorry she did that to you. I’m seriously considering making her take all the cash she won and give it to you.”

I was really embarrassed. But I tried to shrug it off. I wanted to make light of it despite knowing the hell my next few weeks were going to be like.

“You don’t have to do that, Mrs. Walker. I guess she earned it fair and square. She was, uh… she was good, especially the way she seduced me while we were swimming together. I had no idea women could be like that.”

I saw a look cross her face as though she’d felt included in the generalization. I quickly tried to undo the damage I’d inflicted. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that I, uh… the way we, uh… the way I did your daughter, uh… I mean… I’m sorry I…” How the hell was I supposed to apologize for fucking her daughter?

“It’s ok, Robert,” she said with a dismissive wave. “I thought I raised her better than that. Don’t feel bad about fucking her. You aren’t the first, and you certainly won’t be the last.”

My face went beet red. I lowered my head. “Maybe, uh… maybe I should go home now?”

“Uh… Robert? Can I ask a favor?”

“Sure, Mrs. Walker.”

“Well, I’m a little angry with my daughter right now, and I want to cool off. But as you can see, I’m now without a ride home. Would you take me home as soon as I finish my swim? You can even come out and swim with me if you like.”

I looked at her chest and blushed. She caught me looking and smiled. “Oh, that’s all right, Robert. Don’t worry about it. I understand the type of attention I get because of the suits I wear. Young men can’t help staring. I hope you don’t mind how I look in it.”

“Oh, I don’t mind, Mrs. Walker.”

“Do you like it?” She even twirled right there on the shoreline for me.

I felt my dick harden in my trunks. “Uh… very nice, Mrs. Walker.”

“I see I’ve embarrassed you. I’m sorry. Let’s get into the water and go for a swim; shall we?”

I felt better once she waded out with me into the water. We walked further out until my bulge was submerged and not as easily observable. Then she pointed toward the end of the lake. “Can you make that swim?”

“I think so.”

“Then let’s go.”

She set out with long, smooth strokes. I set off after her until I’d caught up to her. We swam a steady freestyle together until we neared the shore in four feet of water.

She stood up and said, “Can we rest for a few minutes, Robert?” I said it was ok with me. So we waded in and sat in water that covered our laps.

“I want to apologize again for my daughter, Robert.” I just waved her off. I told her I appreciated her kindness. I would just have to accept I’d been tricked and that I would have to be more careful in the future.

“I appreciate the swim, Robert. When I come out here with the group, I don’t often get to enjoy the water all that much. Sometimes I feel I have to stay close to shore and keep an eye on my daughter. You can certainly see why after today, am I right?”

I nodded with a smile. But her sitting there with her chest sticking out in that yellow one-piece was doing me no favors.

“I don’t know what to believe when she says these things, Robert. Sometimes she tells tall tales. She said you did some breath-holding first. Did you two really hold your breath underwater for nearly two minutes? I mean, that sounds kinda iffy to me, especially if you were doing… other things underwater.”

She looked at me as I squirmed a little. She saw I was uncomfortable and tried to backtrack. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I was just being curious is all. A couple of times she sounded proud of what she’d done, especially the breath-holding part.”

I realized Mrs. Walker was trying to be nice to me. I liked our swim and the way she was sitting so close. I decided to open up a little more, being as how I wanted to be nice to her.

“Yes, we did things underwater, Mrs. Walker.” Then I pointed across the lake toward the inlet on the opposite shore. “We did it over there out of sight while using the raft.”

“You mean that wooden raft that often floats around in the lake?”

“That’s the one.” I looked around before adding, “I don’t see it anywhere. It must be near the shore in that inlet over there.”

“I see.” Then she stood up.

“I guess I’m ready to go. Race you back?”

She got up and rushed into deeper water. I chased after her. We both swam hard back to the original shore.

I beat her by a few strokes. She laughed as we waded out together and headed for my towel. “You win,” she replied with a grin. “I guess that means I have to let you show me that inlet and the raft. I want to understand what Carly was talking about so I’ll know how long I have to ground her.”

“Oh, you don’t have to punish her, Mrs. Walker. But you do what you’ve got to do.”

“Would it be all right if you showed me that inlet?”

“Sure, Mrs. Walker.”

I gave her my towel as I noticed her daughter hadn’t left one behind. Then we headed up to my car. A part of me felt funny spending all this time with her. But another part felt like she was only trying to make up for the humiliation I’d endured earlier.

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Girl’s night out 2 4.4 (56)

Posted on April 20, 2023 by riwa

Carrie finally slides off, allowing me to pant tiredly for breath. She closes in and kisses me hard again. “That was so fucking hot, Aunt Amanda! Now you can join mom and I the next time we play at the house.”

And with that she gets up and goes off, perhaps to find Hilary. I’m left panting tiredly for breath as the brunette looks at me with a sly grin on her face.

Chapter 2

“You’re probably a little thirsty and dehydrated right now; am I right?”

“You could say that,” I nod tiredly. “Is there somewhere we can go to get something to drink? A water fountain maybe?”

“I think I can do you one better.”

She stands upright. Then she reaches down with an arm to help me up. “Thanks,” I tell her. “By the way, my name is…”

She shakes her head as she brings a finger to her lips. “No names,” she says. “It’s not like it’s a hard and fast rule around here. But some of the ladies we meet aren’t going to live through the night. We don’t get attached to anyone except through sex and the excitement of watching a lot of hangings.”

“Will there be a lot?” I ask curiously. I suddenly feel nervous again. Am I at risk simply by being here?

“It depends on the crowd we get and who is eager to hang. This is my third visit.” That’s when she leads me out of the room, the orgy still in full swing behind us.

I look at her in surprise. “Your third? Tonight are you going to, uh…?”

She smiles coyly at me. “Hang myself? I don’t rightly know. Some girls come for the specific purpose of hanging themselves. Some come intending to watch and end up getting all caught up in the excitement.”

“Are there any who aren’t willing? To hang, I mean?”

Once more I’m wondering how much danger I might be in. Would my sister intervene in order to save me? What if she becomes overly enthusiastic to the point where she wants to watch me swing?

The brunette seems to understand my concerns. “If you’re in the building, it means you’re at least somewhat open to the possibility. Females who’d never want to risk it wouldn’t dare set foot inside the door. After all, there’s that temptation of losing yourself to the thrill of it all.”

“What if I don’t…? I mean… what if I’m not…?” I find myself filled with a sense of foreboding, along with a certain perverse arousal at the idea I might find myself dangling from a noose before the night is over.

“If you’re dead set against it, you probably shouldn’t be in here. On the other hand, if you have the least little curiosity on the matter…?” The brunette smiles at me as though she might very well enjoy watching me kick up a jig in the noose.

We round a corner and end up in a large room with tables and chairs. There’s some sort of wet bar along one wall. She leads me right over.

A couple of nudes are behind the wet bar. The MILF in short, dirty-blonde hair walks over to us and smiles. “What’ll it be, ladies? Need a quick pick-me-up? You look like you’ve been hard at it.”

“Two,” the brunette says, holding up her fingers while ordering for me. The MILF goes off to fix them for us.

I turn to ask the brunette about the drinks. She speaks up before I can utter a word as though anticipating my question. “Sorry, but there will be very little alcoholic content. Legal reasons, you know. We all have to be fully aware of our own decision to go for a swinging good time. We can’t have anyone claiming so-and-so got drunk or she would never have consented. What they serve is designed to replace the bodily fluids we lost so we don’t get too dehydrated.”

“I see.”

The drinks arrive and I gulp mine down. It’s fruity, with just a hint of alcohol in it. After a couple of minutes I feel myself starting to revive.

We walk over to a table and sit down. The chairs are all plastic and are not really designed for comfort. I suspect they don’t expect us to be sitting in them long, especially with our nudity as well as all the fluids dripping out of so many pussies.

Full nudity is on display. I see no evidence of women trying to act modest. It’s still a bit of a shock to my system.

A young woman with short blonde hair and tats on her boobs walks by and pats me on the arm. “Love to see you swing, darling.” She gives me a lewd grin before heading off with her companion who also leers at me. It gives me the shivers something fierce.

I look at the brunette as though I’m not sure how to react. “There’s a lot of that around here,” she chuckles. “You see somebody and you just can’t help imagining them kicking it up in a noose.”

“Do you see me like that?” I ask nervously.

“Can’t help it,” she smiles back. “I saw how orgasmic you were back in the mattress room. It makes me wonder what kind of a dance you might put on.”

“I’m not here for the dancing,” I tell her firmly. “My sister brought me. Her daughter is here, along with her daughter’s lover.”

“You think your sister secretly knows more about you than she’s letting on?”

“Of course not! What makes you say that?”

“Just wondering why she brought you along if you’re so against it.”

“I didn’t say I was against it. I’m just…” She looks at me with a smile of amusement until I find myself becoming flustered and embarrassed.

The brunette looks slyly at me. “For the sake of discussion, we’ll agree she didn’t bring you here to hang you. Do you think she has other motives?”

“Like what?”

“Do you think she might volunteer to hang in your place? What about her daughter and her daughter’s lover? Do you think either one of them might hang tonight?”

“No.” Then I pause to think it over. “Now that you mention it, I’m not so sure anymore. I don’t know what to think. I can’t possibly imagine my sister and her daughter bringing me here just to watch them hang together.”

“I’ve seen it before.”

“Seen what before?”

“A mother and daughter hanging together.”

I stare at her in shock. “You’re kidding!”

“I’ll admit it was quite the surprise. But they went one right after the other. So it’s not outside the realm of possibility.”

I shake my head in disbelief. Is it possible Cassandra and her daughter Carrie might hang themselves before the night is over?? I suddenly have this ridiculous image of me trying to find her keys to drive her car home.

The brunette suddenly changes the subject. “We were talking about women eager to watch another woman hang. So now I’m curious. If you could pick out anyone here to watch dangle from a noose, who would it be?”

“Well, I don’t know,” I tell her uncertainly as I look all around. “I’m not sure I have a… I mean… I don’t know who I’d like to watch, uh…”

“What about your sister? Or her daughter?”

“Cassie? Carrie?? I couldn’t imagine them, uh…” That’s when I try to develop a mental picture of either one of them hanging naked from a noose. It gives me a strange tingle down in my loins, and I blush with embarrassment.

“Aha!” the brunette says with a laugh. “We may have a winner! You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”

At that moment a really young woman with a drink in her hand comes up to our table. She has small breasts, and her blonde hair goes halfway down her backside. There’s a tattoo on her right arm above the elbow, and a couple smaller ones on her left.

“How about me?” she asks somewhat eagerly. “I couldn’t help overhearing your discussion. You were talking about who you would like to watch hang later. So how about me?”

I look at her in astonishment. “Are you… are you really here to hang tonight??”

“I sure am! I couldn’t talk any of my friends into coming along. They all think I’m crazy. So I hitched a ride and came all by myself. I’m having a blast so far. But I can’t wait for the main event.”

I stare at her in disbelief. “You can’t be much older than…”

“I turned nineteen last month. I’ve been thinking about this ever since I first heard about this place. I’m so excited I could just burst.”

“You’re definitely going through with it then?” I find hard to believe she really wants to end her life with a noose!

“As soon as they start hanging girls. I hope to be one of the first ones in line. So what about it?”

“What about what?”

“Would you like to watch me hang?”

“I, uh… I don’t know.” Is she seriously asking me this??

“I was hoping to find someone who would watch me, you know… someone who would really enjoy seeing me hang. Everyone here is of the same mind. So I was looking for someone different, someone who it might affect in a special and exciting way.”

“I’d love to watch you hang, honey,” the brunette says with a lustful grin.

The nineteen year old giggles at her. Then she turns to look right at me. “I heard you saying you weren’t sure about all this. Maybe my hanging will help you decide. Is it ok if I dance for you tonight?”

“Dance for me?”

“You know. In the noose. Hang, I mean.”

I’m already understandably nervous being in a building where I might find myself getting strung up if I’m not careful. But I never expected to find a girl wanting to hang specifically for me, certainly not one so young.

“You really want to hang for me?”

“If you’ll let me.”

“I guess I can’t stop you, can I?”

She giggles again. “I’m going to do it anyway. I just thought it would be great if I did it for one person in particular. I know everyone will be watching and cheering. But I want to dance for you special.”

I look at the brunette who smiles back at me. “Uh… I’m flattered. Sure, I’d, uh… I’d love to watch you hang for me. But what if I, uh… I don’t want to miss it when you decide it’s your time to go.”

“I’ll wait near the entrance to the hanging pit and watch for you. Once I see you and you see me, I’ll get in line. Then I’ll kick it up just for you. What do you think about that? Does it excite you?”

I feel my pussy tingle as a flush of warmth passes through me. I don’t know why her offering to hang for me affects me so. I blush as I lower my head.

“I think she’s looking forward to it,” my brunette companion tells her with a lustful grin. “I’d say your offer’s having the right effect on her. Tell you what I’ll do. I’m going to show her around the place… introduce her to a couple of rooms just to get her in the mood. When the music starts up, I’ll make sure to get her out to the hanging pit in time. We might be a few minutes late, especially if we get caught in the middle of something. So give us some time to make our way out to the hanging pit, ok?”

“Cool!” the teen blonde gushes. Then she leans in and gives me a kiss that would melt lead.

I’m breathless when we come up for air. She sees how flustered I’ve become. It makes her smile excitedly.

“Now she’s really looking forward to watching you hang,” my brunette companion says to her with a huge grin on her face. “With a kiss like that as you offer yourself to her? I’ll make sure she gets to the hanging pit for you.” I just look at them both in astonishment, not knowing what to say.

“That’s great!” Then she looks me right in the eye. “You have no idea how turned on I am knowing you’ll be watching me hang to death. I hope my dance really turns you on.”

“I, uh…” I find myself having a hard time finding the right words. Hell, what ARE the right words for a situation like this??

“Oh, I think she’ll be turned on all right,” the brunette says with a nod of her head.

“Cool!” And with that, the teen wanders off.

I lean over and quietly ask my companion, “Is she for real? Do you really think she wants to hang to death just for me?”

“Seems serious to me,” she replies with a smile. “Every now and then you get one like that. She’s so turned on that she can’t think of anything else. It’s almost like they’re addicted or something. They become so obsessed with it that they can’t help themselves.”

“Think she’ll change her mind?”

“Only after it’s too late. It might be the pain once she’s in the noose, or it might be the realization she’s fully committed herself and is about to die. Then again, she might be so turned on that she won’t be fully satisfied until she hangs to death strictly for your enjoyment.”

“I don’t want her to do anything foolish on my account.”

“She looks like the type of person who would probably do it on a whim. But I think she wants to dance special for someone. She’s going to do it anyway, but apparently she really wants to do it if someone like you will be there watching her hang the entire time.”

“I don’t know how I should feel.”

“If it were me, I’d feel flattered… and aroused. To be honest, I’m already wet knowing she wants to hang special for you.”

“I guess I’m flattered then. But I still don’t know how I should truly feel.”

“Are you aroused?” The brunette laughs when I lower my head and blush.

“I thought so. Want another drink?”

“Yes, please.”

She gets up and goes to the wet bar to fetch a couple more. While she’s gone, two more women walk by and tell me how much they’d love to watch me hang. I smile politely as I think to myself, ‘thanks, but no thanks.’

My reaction after they’re gone? I find myself becoming strangely aroused at the knowledge there are people here who seem more than a little eager to watch me strangle to death by dangling from a noose.

The brunette returns with the drinks. She sits back down and hands me mine. We drain them as more women walk by. We both end up receiving compliments, along with the verbalized desire to see us both at the end of a rope before the night is over.

When I finish my drink she asks, “Want to look around before the hangings begin? We’ve still got some time to kill.” Then she smiles as she adds, “Oops. Bad choice of words.”

“What else is there to see?” I ask curiously. “Are you talking about us going to another room with a huge mattress on the floor for a giant orgy?”

“Oh, no. We have other rooms to use for different kinds of fun. I’m betting your family members are using one right now. Here, let me show you.”

She stands up, and I rise up with her. We exit the room, leaving behind all sorts of naked women drinking and talking amongst themselves. We get several looks and a couple more comments before we’re out of the room.

There are women of all types going up and down the hallways. Some pass in and out of doors, often in groups of twos and threes. But there are a few girls obviously flying solo, making me wonder if they’re like the teen we met back at the wet bar.

The brunette tries one door, opening it up and looking inside. I heard strange sounds coming out into the hallway, along with moans and chuckles. She smiles at me as she waves me in while saying, “You might like this room.”

I follow her into the room and am astonished at what I see. It’s not very big. But there are four posts sticking up in the four corners.

Nine or ten women are inside. A naked woman sits elevated in front of each of the four posts. Her arms appear to be attached to cuffs along the sides of the length of the post she’s attached to. What she sits on barely qualifies as a seat.

Three of them are in the process of being strangled with a cord that appears to attach to the post. The fourth has a bag over her head. Two of the strangled girls are having their crotches licked as they struggle to breathe, their legs forcibly spread open.

“What the hell is this??” I whisper to the brunette.

“One of the garrote rooms,” she replies quietly. “There are several in the building. This is one of the smaller ones. Not as many women inside. This way you can see what is happening to the other girls from any post in the room.”

2020 (written for Carrie Oct 17 ’20 by riwa)

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Eva the Aqua-slut 4.4 (103)

Posted on April 15, 2023 by riwa

I’ve been a water-baby for as long as I can remember. Mom says when she first introduced me to a wading pool she couldn’t get me out of it. I was the easiest kid in our neighborhood to be made to take a bath.

When I got older I spent as much time as possible underwater. I learned to orgasm while holding my breath at the bottom of a pool. After that, it nearly became impossible for me to cum anywhere else.

I dated several guys, but they had a problem trying to fuck me in a pool. I always made it a point to please them. But they seldom wanted to return the favor by getting into a pool with me and fucking me underwater.

I was a college student when I found out about the Aqua Club. The first time I went there I met a guy named Buck Trotter who loved to fuck underwater. He had a great cock.

We did it in the pool until I orgasmed three times. From then on I became a pretty popular member. It became well known I would fuck anyone underwater who could hold his breath long enough.

Last year they decided to introduce fuck-drowning to members of the Club. They wanted volunteers who’d be willing to drown for them while having sex underwater. Naturally I was the first one who volunteered. It was not a surprise to anyone.

The Club was willing to pimp me out for a fee of course. They would get a percentage and so would I. I liked the idea of getting paid to cum underwater. But I ended up volunteering for the orgasms far more than any money I would make.

Before I took the risk with my first customer I had to prove I would be a willing participant. That meant I couldn’t struggle too much against my fuck-buddy. So I had to go through an initiation… a try-out, so to speak.

Arnie Jensen volunteered to test me out in the Club’s outdoor pool. He was a natural pick as I knew Arnie was fond of drownings. I should have known he would want to be the one to test my abilities.

On the day of my drowning I dressed up in my skimpiest lime-green bikini. A strip barely covered my crotch. Additionally there was very little material obscuring my boobs.

I joined Arnie in the pool, ready to fuck and drown for him. He asked what he could do to me. I smiled as I told him this was his test. He was free to do anything he wanted.

I think the poor bastard wanted to fuck me as he drowned me. But he decided to remain respectful. So I figured I was not going to have much of a sexual test with him.

He touched me all over, caressing my tits while rubbing my crotch. It got me all wet and horny. Knowing he was going to drown me was unnerving as hell. But I was also kind of excited. I figured I was going to cum pretty damn hard when it happened.

He looked at me and smiled. “Ready to drown, Eva?”

“Let ‘er rip, Arnie. I’m ready when you are.”

“Good girl. I think I’m going to make this a little rough on you, just to make sure you’re up for it.”

He didn’t give me a single moment to rethink my decision. He just pushed down on my chest, submerging me. Then he eagerly worked my top off my boobs.

I figured he wanted me to put up a bit of a fight. So I bubbled and struggled a little. He pushed down harder, making sure I couldn’t get up for a breath.

Arnie was wearing baggy trunks. But I could tell he had an erection. It turned me on knowing how excited he’d become.

I put up more of a struggle as he kept me under. I felt a surge of erotic fear as my body demanded I take a breath. I spewed up bubbles as I tried not to fight him too much.

I heard him up at the surface telling me how turned on he was at holding me down and drowning me. Imagining him creaming his trunks really got me excited. But that’s when breathless anxiety set in.

I tried to relax and let it happen naturally. But my lungs heaved in my chest. That’s when I panicked.

I swallowed a mouthful of water. Some of it went down the wrong way. A moment later I began thrashing about. But Arnie wouldn’t let me up until I’d finished drowning.

About that time my orgasm hit full-on. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It was as though I’d been plugged into an outlet of white-hot pleasure.

I shuddered as I coughed up bubbles. Arnie grimly continued holding me down. I kicked and thrashed about until I just couldn’t find the energy to fight any more.

I finally went limp in his grasp. I stared up at the sky, a look of shock in my features. Arnie later told me I had this drugged look in my eyes. He thought I’d cum pretty damn hard.

He let me drift up to the surface. Later he told me I wasn’t breathing or anything. He said he just stood there admiring my boobs as I floated at the surface.

He said he dragged me by my hair to the side of the pool. Then he helped me out of the water. He confessed to creaming his trunks during my drowning. Hearing about that later really turned me on.

He said I was fairly easy to revive. I remembered coughing up a ton of bubbles before I went limp as I drowned. But I didn’t remember a thing after that until they worked on me and got me breathing again.

They monitored me for a couple of days. But they concluded I’d suffered no lasting damage. That meant I was ready to become the club’s first drowning aqua-slut.

Word slowly got out I was willing to drown while I was being fucked underwater. The first guy that wanted to take me up on it was Kenny Barnes. He was told he would have to be careful with me as they wanted to keep me around a while.

I don’t know if that scared him or not. So we started slow. We did a lot of touching and kissing. And I did a lot of sucking his cock underwater.

I could tell he was a little nervous. Nobody wanted me to get hurt. They just wanted to drown me during sex.

Kenny decided to pull an “Arnie” on me. He didn’t have sex with me. But he did want to watch me drown.

I jerked his cock as I smiled at him. “It’s all right, Kenny. I’ll drown for you anytime. Go right ahead.”

He pushed me underwater and split my legs apart. Then he began eating me out. I writhed and bubbled as I felt the approach of the release I wanted.

He lifted his head up for a breath while I stayed under. Pretty soon my lungs were screaming at me. But I was a little more relaxed than I was with Arnie.

I was angled downward, my head on the bottom as he held me in place. I think he wanted to watch me at the moment I started to drown. The ache in my lungs got real intense as my orgasm drew nearer.

I held my breath for as long as I could. I didn’t struggle nearly as much as I did with Arnie. I already had an idea what to expect.

It kind of hit without warning. My chest heaved as convulsions set in. Then it swelled within me until I popped off in orgasm.

It flushed hotly through my body. It was a pretty intense orgasm. Then my lungs heaved in agony.

I forgot to hold my breath as I opened my mouth. All my air billowed away. Then I hitched and gurgled as I started to drown.

It was just as painful as the last time with Arnie. I hitched and convulsed as I tried to get to the surface. Kenny calmly kept me submerged.

I felt his cock against my ass-crack. I think he creamed the pool as I shuddered hard. Then I went limp.

I was barely conscious when he hauled me out of the water. I doubt I was under more than 10 or 15 seconds. Then I was coughing like crazy up at the surface.

Kenny asked me how it felt. I told him my orgasm felt wonderful. Then I asked him if his cock went off. He told me it did.

I was supposed to stay out of the water for two days between drownings. I told Kenny I’d enjoyed it. He said next time he wouldn’t be so hesitant with me. He didn’t want to hurt me, but watching me drown meant he wanted to come back for more. I told him I was more than willing.
—
About a week later Buck Trotter came looking for me. I was wondering when he was going to get around to giving me a good fuck-drowning. Knowing he was on the schedule turned me on like you wouldn’t believe.

We got naked in the pool and started making out. He wanted to know what it had felt like drowning for Arnie and Kenny. So I told him as much as I remembered.

He looked at me before asking, “Are you scared knowing you’re going to drown for me, Eva?”

I smiled as I replied, “Not at all, Buck. I was wondering how long it was going to take before you found out about me. I know how much we love doing it underwater. This time you’re going to have an aqua-slut drowning on the end of your cock.”

I started off by submerging to suck his dick. Buck always did enjoy keeping me under for prolonged periods of time just to watch my struggles and my bubbles come up. Now he was going to be allowed to keep me under until I drowned.

I gave him a couple of long, cock-sucking breath-holds. He made sure my lungs were on fire each time before he let me up. He knew how to push my limits without going over the edge. So I wondered if he would be able to go all the way with me.

When it came time for the main event I simply climbed into his lap and rode him underwater. Buck likes to hold his breath. But I like to hold mine even more. Sometimes he fucks me while his head is sticking up out of the water.

At first he seemed to be holding back. Maybe he was afraid of hurting me. Then things really picked up.

He rolled me over and began fucking me from behind. That’s my favorite position with Buck. He just exudes this raw animal magnetism whenever he’s giving it to me from behind.

My first orgasm with Buck was intense. He didn’t try to drown me or anything. Then he got a big breath before we went under for round two.

He was still hard as he pounded me from behind. I could feel another orgasm coming on strong. Buck’s dick always seems to hit me just right.

It swelled within me as my lungs began to burn. This time I tried to hold it back. I really wanted to give Buck a treat by drowning for him.

He got more and more excited as he pounded me good and hard. I started bubbling, “Drown me, Buck! Drown your aqua-slut!” I was so turned on I could hardly think straight.

The agony intensified in my lungs. I couldn’t hold back, and I orgasmed up a storm. Buck just kept pounding me until my lungs felt like they were empty.

My chest heaved as my body wanted to breathe again. I made myself stay down as I got a great Buck-fuck. Then my lungs gave out as a more intense orgasm slammed into me.

I screamed my breath away. Then I hitched as I swallowed water. I winced as I went into painful convulsions, cumming and drowning at the same time.

All my senses dimmed until all I was aware of was a cock going off deep inside me. It made me shudder from another climax. Then I was aware of nothing at all.

When I came back around I was lying on the ground next to the pool. Buck and another club member were looking down on me. When he saw me looking up at him Buck grinned from ear to ear.

“Damn, Eva. You milked ever last drop out of me while you were drowning. That was fucking incredible. I’m going to have to fuck-drown you more often!” I just smiled weakly at him.
—
I always did want to fuck Paul underwater from the moment I laid eyes on him. The problem was: he had a girl named Brooke. She frequently showed up at the club with him where they often engaged in underwater trysts.

I saw him a few times wearing speedos. They always outlined what looked like a very meaty organ. I was determined to get alone with him at least once.

One day I caught him swimming alone at the club without Brooke. I was skinny-dipping when I swam up to him and started talking to him. I told him how much I admired his abilities in the water.

He smiled as he said, “You’re the club aqua-slut, aren’t you? I heard Buck, Kenny and Arnie got to drown you.”

“I’m the club’s drowning aqua-slut,” I corrected him. Then I reached down and rubbed his crotch. I loved what stiffened behind those speedos of his.

He smiled as he asked, “So tell me, Eva. What’s it like to drown with a cock inside you?”

“It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, Paul. I can’t cum unless I’m fucked underwater while holding my breath. Cumming as I drown only intensifies the orgasms.” I rubbed his bulge a little harder as I leaned up against him.

“You realize I’ve been seeing Brooke, don’t you? She and I have been going at it pretty regularly here at the club whenever our schedules permit.”

“She’s not here right now; is she, Paul?” I grabbed his erection through the material and stroked him suggestively.

“No, she’s at work right now. I don’t think she’d appreciate you moving in on me though.”

I smiled coyly. “How do you feel about the idea of fucking me while I drown, Paul?”

I gave his bulge a jerk. He twitched in my hand. “Well, Eva; you’ve certainly got my attention right now.”

“Do I?”

I peeled his speedos away until I could reach in and give him a good stroking. He was nice and hard in my grasp. It felt like a good 8 or 9 niches of incredible man-meat.

“You realize you’re playing with fire. You know that, don’t you?”

“What’s my punishment for ‘playing with fire’, Paul?”

“I might just have to drown you, Eva.”

“With your cock inside me?” And with that I filled my lungs and submerged.

I was so horny I didn’t waste any time teasing him. I took him right between my lips and immediately went to work sucking on him. Bubbles came out of my nose as I gobbled him down.

I heard him gasp up at the surface. He grabbed me by my head and pulled me up. “Eva, I’m not sure this is such a good idea.”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to drown me, Paul.” And with that I filled my lungs before going right back down.

I swallowed his dick, bobbing up and down on it. More bubbles dribbled out of my nose. Then I slowly took him deep.

I got him into my throat without gagging. I grunted up bubbles as I licked his balls with my tongue. I was all hot and bothered to the point where I didn’t care whether he drowned me with his cock down my throat or buried in my kitty… just so long as he drowned me either way.

I stayed down for a good couple of minutes swallowing his meaty pole. When I surfaced I could tell by the look in his eyes he wasn’t going to resist. So I pulled him out with me into deeper water.

I filled my lungs and submerged again. I gagged and grunted on his dick until he was nice and hard. Then he pulled my head up.

“Well damn, Eva. I guess you leave me no other choice. You realize Brooke’s going to drown the shit out of you when she finds out.”

“You first, Paul,” I panted as my kitty throbbed like crazy.

“You got it.” And with that he forced me under before ramming his cock deep inside me.

You have no idea what it did to me feeling his delicious fuck-stick invade my hungering love-tunnel. The fact I was underwater holding my breath only made the sensations that much more intense. He really gave it to me good, pounding the shit out of me until my lungs were screaming in my chest.

I thought he was going to drown me right then and there. But he let me up for a breath of air. “I’ll just tell Brooke you came on to me and paid the price for it.” Then he shoved me right back down.

He held me sideways, splitting my legs apart. He fucked pleasure into my throbbing cunt until I could hardly stand it. When I finally went off it was glorious.

My lungs were on fire as my orgasm began to fade. But Paul was just getting started. A moment later I winced as another orgasm enveloped me. Then I gulped water and started drowning.

He pounded me like there was no tomorrow. I just hitched and convulsed as his cock thrust in and out of me. A moment later I felt him thrust hard and deep as he pumped what felt like gallons of his seed into me.

The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It hurt like hell, an agony mixed with the white-hot sensation of a never-ending climax. It literally battered me into oblivion.

When I came back around I was up at the surface lying on the floor. I coughed up a lot of water as my chest hurt like hell. I felt all dizzy and disoriented. It also felt like I could sleep for a week.

“You ok, Eva?” I was touched he seemed so concerned.

“I think I’ll be all right. But now I have to stay out of the water for 2 or 3 days.”

“You’d better rest up. Brooke is going to want a crack at you the next time she shows up.”

“I’ll willingly submit to my punishment, Paul. Thanks for drowning me.”

He shook his head as he muttered, “Crazy aqua-slut.”

“That’s drowning aqua-slut to you, Paul.” He just chuckled.

He didn’t know what to do with me. To this day I think he still doesn’t know. But I’m always open to be fuck-drowned by him any time he wants.
—
A few days later Brooke came looking for me. I could tell she wasn’t happy about something. As for me I was “innocently” skinny-dipping in the club’s indoor pool, teasing a couple of club members.

She was totally naked when she got into the water. There was a weight belt around her waist. The look on her face indicated she was not to be trifled with.

She waved away the guys I was trying to seduce. “Sorry, fellas. But the bitch is mine for the next few minutes. You’ll have to wait your turn.” Then she came after me.

She wasn’t the least bit interested in anything sexual. She just came after me. The fight was on.

We wrestled around in the deep end. But it soon became apparent the bitch was better than I was. She could hold her breath a little longer and was quite agile. No wonder Paul was so fond of her.

She got behind me and wrapped her legs around me. The weight belt took us both down. She humped my ass from behind as I struggled in her grasp.

She didn’t fight with me or anything. She was just waiting me out. And I couldn’t shake her.

I struggled to hold my breath. She reached around and cruelly mauled my boobs. It was sweet agony.

My lungs were on the verge of giving out when she let me go. I shot up to the surface and panted like crazy. A moment later she came up and pulled me back down.

This time she mashed my face into her crotch. Then she humped the shit out of my head. I grunted and bubbled as I tried to kick my way out of her grasp. But she was determined… and I was becoming exhausted.

I struggled and bubbled in her grasp. But it didn’t do any good. I don’t think she cared whether or not I pleased her sexually. She was just being brutal and sadistic.

My lungs were on fire as I spewed away the last of my breath. The fear and excitement overcame me in a massive flush of pleasure. I promptly went limp, allowing her to do anything she wanted.

I swallowed water and went into spasms. She pulled me right up. My head came up at the surface coughing and sputtering.

“Slut!” she snarled. Then she forced me right back down. This time she flipped me upside down.

There was no way I was going to be able to hold my breath. Then the fucking bitch bit my cunt. I jerked and gurgled as I orgasmed like a two-dollar whore in some back alley. Then I started to drown as she continued to hold me upside down.

She pulled me back up until once more my head came up coughing and sputtering. She snarled, “Fucking whore!” Then she submerged me yet again.

This time Brooke rode me all the way to the bottom, straddling me while humping her crotch against mine. There was no way I could hold my breath. The next orgasm that hit was so intense that it battered me senseless.

When I awakened I was up at the surface lying flat on my back on the side of the pool. Those two guys were working on me as Brooke hovered nearby. “Tell the bitch if she ever fucks Paul again I’ll make fucking sure she’s not revived!” Then she stalked off.

It took me some time to recover from that one. You would think that experience would have cured me from my desire to drown for the guys at the club. But tomorrow I’ll be going back to use their pools.

I’m just crazy enough to tempt fate again. I might go looking for Paul. Hell, I might even taunt Brooke in the hopes she’ll drown me again. That last orgasm I had while she was drowning me was the best ever…

2020 (written Sep 13 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by pictures I found on the Internet, including some from sexunderwater which I used as illustrations.)

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Donna’s shore leave 7 4.2 (22)

Posted on April 10, 2023 by riwa

The nymphs pulled her forward, chittering excitedly as though giddy at having an extra toy to play with. It wasn’t long until they’d worked Donna’s outfit up over her head.

Yeoman Rand kept shaking her head, trying to cry out to her through the undergarment stuffed into her mouth. But there simply wasn’t anything Donna could do to stop them. Leiani was right; there was something enchanting about them. She simply has no will to resist them.

Once again, she was reminded of the memo she’d received aboard the Enterprise about minding her thoughts. Yeoman Dangling couldn’t help somehow feeling responsible for the situation she and Janice were in. Virtually everything that had happened to her on the planet’s surface could be pinpointed to a thought, fantasy or desire she harbored.

It seemed incredible that one’s very thoughts could manifest into such a terribly erotic, yet deadly reality. Inwardly, she cursed herself for not studying that memo more closely and learning more about the planet she was now about to die on. But there was nothing she could do about it now.

Her mind was absolutely locked onto her and Janice’s immediate future. Try as she might, she simply couldn’t think of anything else. It was all so utterly terrifying… and yet so unbelievably arousing.

Her black bra came off next. One of the creatures casually brushed its fingers over her quivering mounds as the item was tossed aside. Donna’s nipples became horribly erect, and she was unable to stop quivering.

The boots came off next, followed by her soaked undergarments. That particular item she didn’t mind shedding so much. It was so messy and sticky against her skin.

One of the damned creatures held it in its hand. It sniffed it curiously, squishing it while feeling the wetness of the item. Then it looked back at Donna before looking down between her legs. Donna found herself trembling like mad with embarrassment as it studied her dripping, hairless slit as though figuring things out by putting two and two together.

The black nylons came off last. They were used to secure her wrists behind her back. Donna couldn’t help gasping and shuddering each time one of them brushed a hand over her flesh. Each touch pulled a soft, breathy moan out of her mouth.

She was finally escorted over to the rocky incline that Janice stood upon. Behind her, she heard Leiani giggling over how much fun it was going to be to see the both of them hang together. She whimpered with fear and arousal as she glanced back in anguish at her former lover.

She was placed next to a trembling Janice Rand. Donna looked out to the noose dangling from her pole. She found herself wondering how the hell the two nymphs were going to retrieve it. Her curiosity was answered in less than a heartbeat.

The one standing next to her made an incredible leap upward. Wrapping its arms around the wooden pole, it did a gymnast’s swing up onto the top of it where it came down and straddled the pole. Then it shimmied out to the end where it reached down, grabbed a section of rope and began to make it swing back and forth, each time making the noose swing closer to where she and Janice were standing.

Once more Donna was amazed at the agility of the damned things. But when she considered the times she had discussed the existence and characteristics of nymphs with Leiani back on the Enterprise, she realized that she shouldn’t have been so surprised. After all, this only fit in with her image of what nymphs were like.

Gawd; maybe this really WAS all her fault!

The other one was reaching up for the noose, trying to snag the swinging coil, when Leiani suddenly appeared. She gently ushered it off to one side with a grin and a “Let me get it for you.”

The Asian woman was several centimeters taller than either nymph, although she was a handful of centimeters shorter than either Donna or Janice. But when the noose swung her way once again, she grabbed it easily, much to Donna’s horror.

The yeoman stared at her former lover with a look of “Gawd – how COULD you??” Leiani just giggled at her. Then her former lover brushed Donna’s dark blond strands out of the way before gently bringing the noose down over her head.

“Gawd, Leiani; what are you DOING?” Donna breathed, her voice quavering.

“It goes right about here; right, baby?” the Asian giggled, placing the noose gently against her neck. “Gawd, baby! It almost fits perfectly with your Venus rings, as though your neck was made for the noose.”

Leiani giggled again as she abruptly tightened the noose with a dramatic tug. It caused Donna to “GAWK!” as another erotic shiver set her to tingling like mad. Surely this couldn’t be happening right now!

The quivering yeoman moaned as Leiani gently ran a finger along the lines above and below the noose that encircled her neck, seductively tracing their circular path around her throat. “Gawd, baby; don’t DO this!” Donna whimpered weakly, her legs feeling all rubbery. But Leiani just giggled at her once more. The distinctive sensation of the rope encircling her throat was driving her mad with deliciously erotic terror.

Yeoman Dangling felt like a long dormant volcano that had come back to life and was now getting ready to erupt with a massive explosion. Every muscle felt all tensed up, her body screaming at her for an orgasmic release. Donna fought like hell to hold it back.

She could no longer think straight. The only thought on her mind was that she and Janice were about to hang. It terrified her like nothing had ever terrified her before.

The two of them would soon be swinging several hundred meters above the forest floor below. At the same time, she felt an intensely erotic excitement. She couldn’t understand how she could feel so incredibly alive just a few minutes before she would soon be hanging to death.

The creature on the pole shimmied back. It flipped itself back inside with an incredible leap of agility before it grabbed her by the shoulders. Donna shivered as it gently twisted her around until she and Janice were both facing into the cave.

Now both of them had their backs to the horror that awaited behind them. She trembled as she struggled to remain upright, trying to keep from falling over backward. Donna wanted to cry out; wanted to beg them to cut them both down. But her heart was in her throat, and she couldn’t find her voice.

Only now did she truly notice the similarities between her and Janice as the two of them stood together naked. Both of them whimpered and trembled as they anxiously awaited the moment of their execution. They were similar in height, although Rand was a couple centimeters taller than her.

Her shipmate’s ample breasts appeared to be a little bit bigger than hers. However, both sets were heaving up and down together in fearful distress. Both sets of nipples were painfully erect as both women trembled in great fear. Donna couldn’t help noticing that they both seemed to be disturbingly aroused, judging by the wetness down around each of their slits.

There was something about yeoman Rand in her current condition that made the young woman look so incredibly sexy. If only she could have gotten the chance to get to know Janice better. Maybe one day she could have gotten the chance to break down the yeoman’s barriers and engage her in some sort of erotic, lesbian breath-play.
Now it was too late. In mere moments, the two of them would be swinging together. Donna couldn’t help wondering why the thought of hanging with Janice was so damned arousing as much as it was frightening.

The two nymphs stepped up to each of them, chittering excitedly. They side-stepped Leiani, their arms eagerly stretched forward as though they were about to push the two shipmates backward into open air. Donna gasped in horror as the terror and excitement swelled within her to a fever pitch.

Was this it? She certainly thought so! Poor Janice could only whimper into her gag while shaking her head no.

“WAIT!” Leiani blurted out, stopping the two dead in their tracks.

They turned and chittered at her questioningly as the two helpless, naked shipmates trembled. Both of them could only struggle to maintain their balance. Their legs were becoming rubbery, causing them to struggle not to pitch backward to their doom.

“You gotta get ’em READY first!” Leiani told them as though patiently explaining things to a child. “Here; let me show you.”

She gave Donna a devilish grin. But instead of moving toward her former lover, she moved toward Janice, causing the nymph who was standing in front of the terrified yeoman to step back out of the way in curiosity.

“Here, baby,” Leiani cooed at the trembling woman. “Let’s get that nasty thing out of your mouth, shall we?”

She gently pulled the undergarment out of the yeoman’s mouth and tossed it away. Janice gasped and whimpered, working her jaws in an effort to get them to function again so she could try to speak. “Gawd, Leiani!” she gasped fearfully as she found her quivering voice. “What are you DOING?! For gawd’s sake; get us DOWN from here!!”

“Can’t do that, baby,” Leiani smiled matter-of-factly with a sad shake her head. Then she slowly reached out and lovingly caressed the poor woman’s quivering flesh with a seductive purr.

“Gawd, Leiani; why NOT??” Janice gasped, trying hard not to moan at the traitorous woman’s touch.

“Because it’s what Donna wants,” the Asian replied with a giggle.

Janice turned toward Donna, horror-stricken. “Gawd, Donna; what’s she talking about? Surely this isn’t YOUR doing, is it??”

Donna didn’t know what to say. Instinctively, she tried to look away she felt an intense wave of shame flow through her body.

“Don’t blame her too much for this,” Leiani said playfully. “Part of this is my fault as well. To be honest, I’ve ALWAYS wanted to hang you, Janice.” Then the Asian woman let out a naughty giggle.

“Ohmygawd! Leiani?! NOOO!”

The young woman ignored her. Instead, she addressed the two wood nymphs as though teaching a couple of attentive pupils. “Pay attention, you two, ’cause this is how it’s done.”

She grinned wickedly at her former lover. “Bet you wish you were in MY shoes now, don’t you, baby?” Then she giggled again. The young Asian woman seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself.

Donna watched in horror, her body trembling like mad as Leiani reached out and gently brushed Rand’s chest. She lovingly caressed her breasts while fingering her painfully hard nipples. Donna inhaled sharply at the eroticism of it all. Shamefully, she wished it was her touching poor Janice like that.

“Nooo!” Rand moaned. “Don’t… you mustn’t!” All she could do was whimper as she struggled to remain standing, her body trembling at the Asian woman’s touch.

“You gotta get ’em both worked up first,” Leiani explained to the two nymphs with a sly grin. “That way, it’s more fun for them as they hang. Isn’t that right, baby?”

She grinned evilly at Janice while giving Donna a knowing wink. All Rand could do was moan, telling her in a quivering voice that it wasn’t right. She kept begging her to stop and cut them both down before it was too late.

Donna stared wide-eyed at the way her former lover was groping poor Janice. She gasped madly for breath, her body trembling like crazy as she watched helplessly. Leiani was give loving touches and caresses to yeoman Rand, something she’d often fantasized about doing herself.

Now here she was, on the verge of being hanged, forced to watch helplessly as her former best friend and lover got to touch the woman she wanted to make love to. Would this torture never END?? Gawd; she was about to explode!

As the creatures watched Leiani, one of them stepped forward in front of Donna. It began touching the quivering woman in a similar manner. It watched what the oriental was doing, and then mimicked the very same movements.

“No!” Donna gasped breathlessly. “Don’t… please… gawd – get away from me!” But it ignored her as it reached out and began caressing her quivering breasts, further fanning the flames of her terrible arousal.

Donna bit her lip as she winced in a futile effort not to reveal the affect it was having on her. But she couldn’t help herself. She let out a quiet moan as her body trembled like mad.

Her legs went all rubbery on her again. For a gawd-awful moment, she thought she was going to pitch backward. Unfortunately, her actions did not escape the enchanted being’s notice.

It touched her some more, brushing her erect nipples with greater frequency until the poor woman was gasping and whimpering. Then its companion stepped up. Together, the two of them ran their hands all over Donna’s body, causing her to whimper and moan as she shivered like mad while begging them to stop…

“No…… please…. oh gawd……. uuunnngghhh…… Leiani? ……please, baby – you gotta…… gotta stop ’em……”

Leiani let out a naughty giggle as she watched the delicious torture that was being inflicted on her former lover. Then she looked at Janice, grinning wickedly at her as her hand strayed downward. Rand moaned and squirmed, struggling to stay erect and keep from falling over backwards.

A moment later, she let out a weak cry as a couple of Leiani’s fingers found their way inside her dripping slit. “No… it’s not right… Leiani, don’t… ooooohhhhh!” That’s when tears came to her eyes at the utter humiliation of it all.

Donna couldn’t help glancing over at the poor thing. She was enjoying what was being done to Janice. But she was so ashamed of herself for enjoying it.

Leiani was doing something she was never going to get to partake in herself: the pleasuring of her friend and shipmate. Her body trembled from a terrible arousal. Then one of the damned things mimicked Leiani by slipping its fingers into her own dripping slit.

Donna let out a breathy “Noooo…” Then she shuddered hard. She ended up gasping like crazy as she was hit by a jolt of incredible arousal that threatened to set her off.

“Ohmygawd! Baby, please make ’em stop!” But Leiani just gave her a wicked grin, wiggling her two fingers inside a moaning, squirming Yeoman Rand before pulling them out all wet and sticky.

“Here, baby… you wanna taste?” she grinned devilishly as she reached over and gently placed them into Donna’s open mouth.

Yeoman Dangling couldn’t help herself. Besides, she strongly suspected this might be her only chance of ever getting a taste of Rand’s arousal. She shuddered as she got the unexpected chance to savor the delights of her horrified shipmate.

She moaned as she sucked on Leiani’s fingers…until she caught sight of Janice looking at her in shock. That’s when she went red with embarrassment as tears of shame welled up in her eyes.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the creatures feed its sticky fingers into the other’s mouth, fingers that had just been inside her. Its face instantly morphed into one of delight as it sucked noisily. It caused the other to raise its eyes in wonder over why its companion was acting so pleased.

It pulled the fingers out and stuck them into its own mouth, unaware there was nothing left to taste. In any other circumstances, Donna would have found it comical. But the constant sensation of the noose around her neck, combined with the knowledge of the valley floor being far below and behind her, kept her in a continual state of terror mixed with incredible arousal.

Leiani giggled again as she bent down in front of Janice. She moved in with her face toward the woman’s dripping slit. Donna watched as her former lover’s tongue snake out.

She shivered erotically as the poor yeoman begged the Asian woman to stop, telling her it just wasn’t right to do such a thing. Then Donna saw Janice jerk and whimper. It indicated to her that the tongue she was so familiar with herself was now forcing pleasure upon someone other than herself.

Once more Donna was left in the agonizing position of being forced to watch as her former friend and lover got all the treats that she wanted for herself… the pleasure of partaking of Rand’s treasures.

One of the creatures suddenly knelt right in front of her, once more mimicking Leiani’s actions. Donna was fairly certain it was the same one that had tasted her juices from the sticky fingers of its companion. That’s when she started to squirm…

“No… please… not that… ohmygawd!”

She felt a small tongue flick out in exploration. Donna nearly pitched over backward from an incredible jolt of pleasure. It wasn’t long until it was licking her dripping slit with great enthusiasm.

Nooooooo! Ohmygawd!

Donna shuddered like mad as the damn thing licked her, slurping up everything around her quivering opening. Her moans joined those of her bound shipmate who was standing no more than a meter away from her. The two of them whimpered and squirmed like crazy.

It was utterly humiliating; horrifyingly erotic. Donna went all weak in the knees as she struggled like hell to remain upright. It wasn’t long until the other nymph began tugging on its companion as though wanting a taste for itself. For a moment, she thought the two were going to quarrel amongst themselves.

All of the sudden, yeoman Rand’s whimpers dramatically increased in pitch. Donna thought she saw Leiani increase her tongue action on the poor thing. A moment later Janice cried out, her body shuddering hard as she wiggled and squirmed like mad.

She heard her former lover moan as the damned woman sucked and slurped. Rand’s face went red, whether from exertion or humiliation Donna couldn’t be sure. There was the faint sound of liquid streaming.

She looked down and saw a triumphant Leiani, her face totally soaked. Ohmygawd; Janice was a squirter?? Why the hell couldn’t she have found this out earlier when there might’ve been time for the two of them to explore each other?

Leiani rose to her feet, cum dripping off her face. She grinned as she addressed the two nymphs who were now looking at her curiously as they knelt at Donna’s feet. “And THAT…” the oriental said proudly, gesturing toward an utterly humiliated Janice, “…is how it’s done.” Then she turned toward the quivering, red-faced yeoman and spoke to her as casually as if she were speaking to a stranger she’d just met on a street somewhere…

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, baby. Now it’s time for you to swing.”

Without any further ado, Leiani put her hands on both of the yeoman’s breasts. Then she cruelly gave her a violent shove backward. “Dance for us, baby!” she called out as the yeoman pitched backward.

Rand went backward in a shriek of pure terror. Her scream was abruptly cut off with a “GLURK!” as the noose casually interrupted the downward plummet of her body. It caught her up by the neck, swinging her jerking body outward underneath the pole she was strung up to, swinging the terrified yeoman in a wide arc back and forth.

2008; 2022 (written for Donna May 9 ’08; ed. Feb 3 ‘22 by riwa)

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Shelly in Cancun 7 3.8 (15)

Posted on April 5, 2023 by riwa

Chapter 7 – Mischief-makers

WHERE IS IT?? OHMYGAWD – WHERE DID IT GO???

The two of us anxiously look all around. Where the hell did our scuba tank go?? At the same time I feel my lungs heave as the urge to panic starts to swell within me…

SHIT! WHERE THE HELL IS IT??

Oddly enough, it doesn’t occur to me to make a mad dash for the surface. Apparently the thought never strikes my companion either. She just looks all around like I do.

We even go so far as to look back over the stern of the wreck. Is it possible our gear somehow fell and landed on the seabed below and that we missed it somehow? But it’s not down there either.

She grabs my arm and frantically motions, “You go THAT way and I’ll go THIS way!”

With an anxious nod, we separate. I fin anxiously as we each follow the rail of the ship around the shack that sits on the stern. She follows along the starboard side while I move along the port railing.

Air slips out of my lips as my lungs begin to burn. I glance inside the shack through a missing window. Is it possible the tank found its way inside?

I can’t possibly imagine how it could get in there all by itself. At any rate, I don’t see the familiar shape of the scuba gear from my vantage point. So I anxiously fin myself along the railing.

It suddenly occurs to me there might be someone else down here with us. What if it’s someone who wants to harm the two of us? What if they want to harm Andria and her companion?

A quick glance up at the surface shows nothing but our two boats. Theirs seems to be moving closer to the sailboat we came out on. But I’m still nervous, and I suddenly find myself wishing the two of us would have just stayed together.

My lungs start to heave more insistently. It dawns on me I might very well find myself caught up in the throes of drowning in the next few seconds. It scares the crap out of me while at the same time giving me an erotic thrill.

I’m worried mostly because I’m afraid for Andria and our two newfound friends. My stupid pussy throbs at the possibilities. I have to force myself to go on as I hold onto the air I have left, the spasms in my chest becoming more painful.

When I clear the front of the shack, I instinctively turn toward the starboard side of the boat. I’m anxious over the well-being of my friend. That’s when I see it, standing quietly in front of the open doorway to the interior of the shack.

There it is! What the hell? How did it get there??

I realize it doesn’t really matter how it got there, only that I found it. I anxiously fin myself toward it, my arm desperately outstretched. My lungs heave as air spews out of my mouth.

For a moment I feel dangerously close to an orgasm. Then I see my companion emerge from her side of the shack. Turning her head, she spots both me and the tank.

She makes a beeline toward our air supply. I barely beat her to it. Then I snatch up the octopus and cram the reg between my lips.

She grabs her regulator and jams it home. For a moment I feel faint and dizzy. Compressed air soon clears my head as the two of us suck hard on our regulators.

Damn; that was close! Who the hell moved our scuba tank?? Then it suddenly occurs to me.

I turn suspiciously toward the bow. I’m certain I see movement near the corner of the pilothouse. A couple of seconds later I see two small strands of exhalation bubbles, giving them away.

I tug on the arm of my companion. Then I point toward the bow. I try to gesture to her in an attempt to communicate who I think is responsible for the dirty deed.

She looks at me for a long moment. Then she turns in the direction of the pilothouse. She turns back to face me, her eyes narrowing as she waves a finger toward the bow… “Those NAUGHTY vixens!”

I can see in her eyes that she’d love to do something about them. But before we can even consider some form of revenge, we see two short bursts of air bubbling side by side toward the surface. They’re similar to the bursts my companion sent up the last time.

If I’m not mistaken I know what the signal means. They want to go again. Is that so?

My partner looks at me curiously. Maybe she wonders if the experience has shaken me. But I feel better now.

We seem to be all alone down here. Now we know who the guilty culprits are. I smile as I gestures, “Sure I’ll go again with you.”

My lungs have settled down. Our time off the reg will give me the opportunity to start chewing on something particularly devious. I’d like to repay Andria and her friend for their mischief-making.

I pause to think about our gear. Will they be tempted to pull the same stunt again? I motion toward it… “What do we do about the tank?”

She looks at me and the gear. Then she nods with understanding. She knows what I’m getting at.

Together we fill our lungs before removing our regulators. I watch her as she sends up a single burst of air in response. It’s to let them know we’re ready.

Taking the gear, she carefully slips it just inside the doorway. She stands it upright behind the wall and out of sight. Grinning at me she gives me a thumbs up as if to say, “Let’s see them try to find it now.”

She takes my hand with a warm smile. I guess it’s her turn to lead. I nod, smiling warmly at her.

To my surprise she takes us over to the stairwell. I balk for a second. After all, we’re not on any air supply this time around.

She tugs confidently on my arm. Then she motions with her head… “Let’s go; it’ll be fine!”

Do I trust her? Inwardly I tell myself yet. So I nod in response, allowing her to lead us down into the darkness.

I remind myself it’ll be ok. The corridor isn’t really all that long. Besides, there’s enough light down below to see where we’re going.

We won’t be slowed by bulky scuba gear. And we won’t have to be careful about banging the tank into something while making twists and turns through any corridors. We can hold our breath long enough that it should be all right.

We reach the bottom of the stairwell and pause briefly. We allow our eyes to adjust. It’s enough to see the illumination that reveals the corner to the corridor.

For a brief moment I feel a pang of anxiety. I’m reminded of the agony a few moments ago of being out of breath while searching for the tank. Then she gently pulls me over toward the corridor.

We fin forward together hand in hand. Then we enter the passageway and start down the length of the ship. That anxious moment passes almost as quickly as it came.

I’m struck by the thrill of free-diving through the wreck. Shafts of light from the surface stream through the portholes, revealing the way. I almost gasp with excitement.

We take our time, finning ourselves along at a leisurely pace. My concerns further ebb away as peace fills my soul. It’s a peace that comes with the inevitable tingle that occurs whenever I’m underwater, especially now that I’m with such a sexy companion at my side.

Instead of contemplating revenge against Andria, I find myself thinking about my sexy Japanese companion. We slowly fin ourselves through the vessel, acting as though we’re in no hurry. I try to capture a snapshot of this moment in my mind.

I remember our previous breath-holds. I’m reminded of the way we fondled and played with each other right in front of Andria and her new friend. It makes me smile as more tingles quiver through me.

My pussy throbs the moment I find myself developing a hunger for my new companion. The way she fondled me during our breath-hold games makes me think she might feel the same way. I find myself hoping to spend some quality alone-time with her.

As we near the end of the corridor, I give her hand a little squeeze. It is warmly returned. We enter the shadows at the end of the passageway, the connecting hall illuminated by the light that streams down through the stairwell.

She suddenly pulls me to her, jamming us into the corner and hugging me fiercely. The next thing I know we’re locked in a tight embrace. Our bodies press together, our tongues hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. I’d say that confirms we both were thinking the same thing.

She grinds her thigh into my crotch. I grind mine against hers. Together we start humping against each other as little bubbles dribble out of our noses.

We end up “sucking face” like crazy. It’s as though we’re hiding in the shadows like a couple of horny teenagers. Only in our case we’re making out inside the wreck of a sunken vessel.

We moan and groan, holding each other tight. It’s as though we’re trying to outdo who can press into the other’s body the hardest. Our arms hungrily go up and down each other’s backside.

I cum first, shuddering and groaning as a warm flush washes through my body. A burst of air escapes out of my mouth. A moment later I feel her stiffen with a sharp cry.

She humps against my thigh with her crotch. There’s a burst of bubbles that billow out of her mouth, even as we keep kissing. It isn’t long until her body relaxes.

Gawd – that was good! But I’d like even more. Then I feel it in my chest: that small burn, that growing need.

She motions toward the light coming down the stairwell. Then she touches her chest, indicating her need for air as well. I nod in agreement… “Me too; I could use a good mouthful of compressed air.”

Together we fin ourselves over to the stairwell hand in hand. We fin our way up quickly, emerging up on deck into open ocean. Then we turn abruptly, making a straight shot back down the length of the wreck.

We’re heading back toward the shack and our waiting scuba tank. We cross over the hatches to the two holds below us. Soon we’re not holding hands anymore, the two of us instinctively finning harder as we both think more about refilling our aching lungs.

The spasms have started again. They’re unnerving, yet terribly arousing. Maybe that’s why I like them so much.

My companion slows, allowing me to catch up. The two of us come to a halt as we poke our heads in the open doorway. Instinctively we reach our hands toward…

Oh shit! It’s gone again! How the hell did they find it??

We look at each other anxiously. I can see her chest starting to spasm. But mine feels worse!

Damn them; I NEED that tank! Instantly I begin to have vengeful thoughts. Damn you, Andria! You’d better not let me catch you or I’m gonna drown your fuckin’ ass!

We both poke our heads further into the interior. We anxiously look all around. The tank’s nowhere in sight.

Shit! Where is it?? Where the hell did they hide it this time??

My companion motions to me. I nod with understanding. Once more we separate as we exit the shack.

She takes the starboard railing; I take the port. But I look over the edge to the sea floor below. Sadly, I find nothing.

My lungs spasm painfully. With an anxious burst of adrenaline, I come to the stern. I find myself hoping like hell the tank’s sitting at the railing where we left it the first time we started free diving the length of the ship.

This time I’m not that lucky. It’s not there either. My dive buddy emerges around the edge of the shack a second later.

She sees both me and the empty deck. It tells her the exact same thing. No scuba tank!

Shit; where the hell IS it? Then I feel an erotic jolt hit me hard. I’m dangerously close to cumming.

I fight like hell to hold it back. Instinctively we both look over the railing down toward the soil below. Fuck; there it is!!

I see it right there on the ocean floor. It sits there peacefully, leaning against the hull. The damned thing is totally oblivious to the fact the two of us up here desperately need its contents.

With a couple of bubbly cries, we both point down at it. It’s as though we’re making sure the other one sees it. Then I virtually vault myself over the railing.

I fin hard toward the damned thing. It’s as though the two of us are in some sort of do-or-die contest. Who’s going to get there first?

My eyes lock onto the reg at the end of the octopus. I strain toward it, reaching out for it as air spews out of my mouth. Then I’ve got it in my hand.

I cram it hard between my lips. My free-dive companion is at my side about a second or two later. She quickly snatches up her reg and stuffs it into her mouth.

For the next several moments, all that can be heard is the sound of two young women fighting like hell to replenish their starving lungs. Huge bursts of exhalation bubbles flow toward the surface. My damned pussy screams at me.

For a moment I stiffen, fighting like crazy to hold it off. Then it passes. Gawd; that was close!

I find myself trembling like crazy. It’s a wonder I didn’t cum. I probably would have lost the rest of my breath before we found the damned thing.

DAMN YOU, ANDRIA! WHEN I CATCH UP TO YOU…

We stare at each other, gasping and exhaling like crazy. We shake our heads as we point back in the general direction of where they’re probably whooping it up right now. “Those two bitches!” she gestures, her eyes flashing as she shakes her head in disgust.

She motions me closer as though she’s just thought of something. I watch with interest as she lies on her back. She stretches her arms out with the reg dangling uselessly in her hand, her mouth open and her eyes wide.

‘Damn – that’s good! I like it!’ My eyes widen with understanding as I nod excitedly. Then I motion… ‘Yeah; let’s do it! Let’s scare the crap out of them!’

As she puts the reg back into her mouth I sprawl out onto my back as well, the scuba tank between the two of us. I keep her within reach so I can grab her hand if I need to. We grin at each other as we suck on our regs.

We both take a deep breath. Then we pull them out of our mouths so we can “assume the position”. It’s hard, but I manage to calm the wild beating of my heart.

I’m eager to see if we can pull this off. Essentially, this is nothing more than another glorified breath-hold contest. The idea is to lie perfectly still and hold our breath until our friends find us and freak out at the horrifying spectacle.

The timing will have to be just right though. We don’t want them seeing us at the precise moment we choose to refill our lungs. I’m hoping they haven’t paid close enough attention to notice the massive eruption of exhalation bubbles we already sent up while we were refilling our lungs.

It occurs to me this might not even work at all. They might just look down at us from the railing above, grinning and waving at us. What if they suspect we’re trying to fool them? It makes me try to exhale a little more slowly in an attempt not to give ourselves away with noticeable streams of bubbles.

2007; 2020 (written Aug 28 ’07; ed. Oct 28 ‘20 by riwa)

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Pat’s gasper-girls 4.5 (56)

Posted on March 31, 2023 by riwa

End of the month bonus repost story

I finally acquired enough money to pay a visit to Patricia’s Gasper Girls. She charges some rather high prices for a few hours with her girls. But it’s worth it if you enjoy asphyxiating a sexy bitch during sex.

When I got there, Pat brought several of the girls out who were not doing anyone at the time. I picked one with dark hair and small breasts. She looked like she could give me a good time.

Pat liked my choice. “Bonnie’s quite the little asphyxia slut. She’s gasped for several of my clients and always gives the customer his or her money’s worth.”

I paid the fee and took Bonnie into a bedroom. She dutifully removed all my clothes. Then she dropped to her knees and sucked my dick.

I have a long, thick cock. It’s quite a mouthful for most girls. Bonnie was no different, but she sucked it like a trooper.

I grabbed her head and forced my cock deeper into her mouth. She started to gag on it. I think it blocked her airway.

I pulled out and she gasped for breath. Then I pushed it back in. This time I shoved it all the way in until her lips were tickling my balls.

She struggled with my meaty pole down her throat. Then I pulled out. She gasped for breath, my cock wet from her saliva.

I threw her onto the bed and jumped on top of her. I fucked her the old-fashioned way. At the same time, I wrapped my fingers around her throat and choked her good and hard.

Her face went red from lack of oxygen. Her pussy really clenched around my shaft. Then she came up a storm as she shuddered in orgasm.

I climbed off and allowed her to catch her breath. She got up off the bed, making me wonder what she was up to. Without a word, she went over to a dresser and pulled out a scarf.

She handed it to me with a faint smile. Then she knelt to suck on my dick again. I wrapped it around her throat and strangled her with it.

She rasped and gurgled as she gobbled me down. This time I didn’t choke her with my cock. I used the scarf just to see how she took it.

After a few minutes I turned her around and knelt her over the side of the bed. I pushed my dick into her from behind and fucked her hard while strangling her with the scarf. She really clenched around my thrusting shaft as she rasped for breath.

She clenched so hard that she climaxed again. She also squeezed a release right out of me. It felt incredible.

I gave her a few minutes to catch her breath. Then she led me through a back door in the room. We went down a set of stairs into a hallway in the basement.

She found an empty room and led me inside. She went over and retrieved a set of cuffs along with a plastic bag. Then she led me to a wooden chair.

She cuffed her arms behind her back. I seated her on my dick so she was facing me. Then I pulled the bag down over her head.

I gently squeezed her neck, sealing the bag. It puffed as she rode me. She seemed to love being a gasper girl as she fucked me.

Bonnie climaxed good and hard in my lap. She came all over me. It was a little messy, but it was erotic as hell, especially the way she sucked the bag tightly to her face as she fought to breathe.

I released her and allowed her to compose herself for a few minutes. She led me over to a dangling noose hovering over a bench. She smiled at me without a word as though indicating I should use that on her next.

I smiled as I noosed her up. You have no idea how that excited me. Then I pulled her to me.

She impaled herself on my cock, adjusting her position until I was nice and deep inside her. I took the slack out of the noose. Then I started pulling her up and down as she rode me.

Her cunt spasmed marvelously, her face in agony. I could tell she was trying to milk me dry. I pulled harder on the rope, making her face turn a delicious shade of red. It had the added effect of making her pussy convulse deliciously around my swollen rod.

She gasped and gurgled; the sounds were incredibly erotic. I held her there, allowing her to do all the work. I remained perfectly still while keeping the noose tight around her throat.

Her face took on a great deal of pain. But her nipples were incredibly hard. The way she rode me indicated she was really into it.

For a long moment our eyes locked. Then she appeared to give up. Her body began to shudder in orgasm.

I pulled harder on the rope, getting her to really ride me. She went crazy as she started to convulse. When she gurgled, I was unable to resist shooting a huge load deep inside her.

I took the slack out of the rope and supported her in my lap as she tried to regain her composure. I let her ride me one last time. Occasionally I pulled hard on the rope just to get her to rasp and gurgle.

About that time Pat came down to check up on me. I smiled as I told her, “I think Bonnie here has worn me out.”

“It looks like you’ve worn out Bonnie,” Pat observed. Then she grabbed her girl’s chin and kissed her lips before adding, “But I think she enjoyed herself.

“She was a good one, ma’am. She made it worth my while. I’ll most definitely be back to your establishment.”

Pat helped me release Bonnie from the noose and cuffs. Bonnie smiled and kissed me appreciatively. She had not spoken a single word during my entire visit.

“If I come back, I hope to get you again, darling.” Bonnie smiled shyly at my remark. Then Pat waved her off.

Another girl brought my clothes down, along with a towel. I cleaned up, got dressed and paid my tab. But I left an extra tip for Bonnie before I thanked Pat and left.

2013; 2021 (written for “Pat” Jul 19 ’13; ed. May 25 ’21 by riwa)

(Inspired by the picture from sexandsubmission.com)

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Snuff Teri 5.0 (Ch 7 Lesbian Teri hangs) 4.3 (27)

Posted on March 30, 2023 by riwa

The next display opened up. But there was no one there. All I saw was what looked like a young woman’s makeup room with a door on one end.

On the wall near the door was a cosmetician’s mirror. A long table contained brushes, makeup and hand mirrors. A rather ornate wooden chair with a fancy cushion and decorative backrest was pushed up to the table.

A full-length mirror with a fancy carved wooden frame stood away from the rest of the objects. I found it odd that it stood so far away. That’s when I noticed a hangman’s noose dangling from above, not far from the full-length mirror.

I looked at it with growing curiosity. Then I looked at ‘Microkini Teri’ as my cock started to stir. She just smiled coyly at me.

She giggled, “We’re missing someone; aren’t we, Master? If you’ll excuse me, I won’t be but a moment.”

She walked over to the door and opened it. Then she disappeared through it. I was more than a little confused.

The door reopened with virtually no time passing. Teri stepped on through. She was helping to escort her blindfolded twin sister.

Her lookalike wore a black, lacy garter that clipped onto a pair of sheer, black nylon hosiery. She stood upon black, spiked heels, appearing a little unsteady in them. She wore no bra or nylons.

I got a good view of her crotch. I could tell her pussy was glistening. They were in mid-conversation when they emerged through the door.

“… careful now; I’m none too steady in these things.”

“You’re doing fine, honey. Not to worry. You’ve got me drooling over you right now.”

Her unsuspecting twin giggled. Then she asked, “Why do you have me blindfolded?”

“It’s a surprise, honey. You’re gonna love it.”

“Did I have to leave my panties off? Damn, baby! I’m positively dripping here!”

“I know it, honey. Actually you’ve got me dripping too.”

“I can’t stand the suspense! Where are you taking me?”

“Steady now; we’re almost there. We’re just going to do this in your makeup area.”

‘Microkini Teri’ steadied her twin until she was facing the full-length mirror. Then she removed the blindfold. Her replica looked at her reflection in the mirror, admiring herself.

“You look sexy,” my escort told her. “Just look at you.”

I didn’t know how to refer to her. Apparently they were programmed to be lovers? I decided I could roll with that.

‘Lesbian Teri’ giggled again. Then she caught sight of me standing there naked, my cock hardening. Her smile faded almost immediately as she pointed at me.

“Who the hell is that? What is HE doing here?! I don’t do men, baby. You know I’m a confirmed lesbian.”

“I know that, honey,” my Teri purred at her. “But you’ve got to admit you’re turning him on something fierce. It’s too bad he won’t get to touch you. I’m the only one who gets to do that.”

“So why the hell is he here then?”

“Because he’s here to observe, that’s why.”

“Observe WHAT? …the two of us playing together??”

“He’s here to observe this,” ‘Microkini Teri’ stated.

She turned her sister around until she finally saw the dangling noose. Teri’s twin caught sight of the coil of rope. That’s when she gasped in shock.

Her eyes went wide as she started to tremble. My Teri smiled as she told her, “Remember that fantasy you’ve been telling me about? It’s the one where you hang for my entertainment? Well guess what, honey? Today’s the day.”

‘Microkini Teri’ came up behind her twin. Then she started groping her tits. The poor thing let out a low moan as she stared at the noose.

‘Lesbian Teri’ seemed incredulous. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“Honey, I’m serious as the cold vacuum of space. But don’t you worry. You won’t be feeling that kind of cold, I assure you. You’ll be feeling the cold of death that settles over a sexy body like yours after you’ve been hanged.”

She continued caressing the body of her quivering twin. ‘Lesbian Teri’ let out another low moan. Now my escort began taunting her with her words, just as she’d done to her previous victims…

“What you’ll be feeling, honey, is delicious asphyxiation as the noose tightens around that sexy neck of yours. You’ll feel the coil slowly strangle you. Your lungs will heave as you fight for breath. Baby, that’s when those luscious legs of yours are gonna start putting on one hell of a show!”

Her twin panted heavily, her eyes wide as she stared hypnotically at the noose. She looked like she was hyperventilating, her chest rising and falling. But I could distinctly detect an arousal dripping out of her slit, little droplets slithering sensuously down a nyloned leg.

She gasped, “You’re really going to H-HANG me??” Oddly she sounded more excited than frightened.

“No, baby,” my Teri purred seductively into her ear. “Actually, you’re going to hang yourself.”

My cock dripped pre-cum as I stood there listening. I was aroused as hell. It was incredibly erotic the way Teri explained how her lover was going to off herself for us.

“You’re going to hang yourself for me, honey,” my escort went on, breathing heavily with excitement. “And you’re going to do it willingly. Do you have any idea how turned on I am right now? You know how much I want to watch you dance. But I know your dark secret. Deep down, you really want this too.”

“But it’s just a fantasy!” ‘lesbian Teri’ gasped in a trembling voice.

“Oh no, honey. This is the real thing. You can see the noose right in front of you. I can tell by the way you’re trembling how much you want to swing for me.”

‘Microkini Teri’ kept fondling her quivering twin, breathing seduction and death into her ear. Then her hand strayed downward. I saw her reach around and finger the lesbian’s well-lubricated opening.

“Baby, you’re wet,” my escort breathed seductively. “I really think you want this more than I do! Am I right?”

“No!” the poor thing gasped in a trembling voice. “It’s just a fantasy!” But her eyes remained fixed on the coil as though she was in a trance.

“Climb onto the chair now, honey,” my escort purred softly. “You know you want this. Go get that chair over there. It’s the one you’re going to step off when you hang yourself for me.”

“I’ll go get the chair,” ‘lesbian Teri stammered. “But I’m not going to climb up onto it.”

I watched as she walked over to the table. She grasped onto the chair. Then she dragged it back over.

“Right underneath the noose, honey,” my escort instructed, slowly rubbing her own tits. “Right there. Damn, baby; you’ve got me all worked up just thinking about it.”

Her twin positioned the chair directly under the noose. Then she just stood there looking at the dangling coil. She certainly looked like she was terribly conflicted.

“Now go back over to the table, honey. In that top drawer on the right hand side is a little length of rope to tie your hands up with. Go and get it for me.”

As though in some sort of hypnotized state, her twin walked back over to the cosmetics table. I heard her mutter, “Ok, I’ll get the rope. But she’s not going to tie me up with it. It’s just a fantasy. We’re not going through with this!”

I got the feeling she was trying to convince herself. I could tell she was struggling to believe her own words. It was as though she knew where she was going to end up… and she was resisting in vain.

She found the rope and brought it back over. She handed it to my Teri who had her arm outstretched. Her seductive twin smiled knowingly at her.

“Now I want you to climb up onto that chair. Go right ahead, baby; deep down you know you want to. Don’t worry; I’ll help steady you.”

Her twin whimpered as she dutifully walked over to the chair. “I’ll climb up onto it. But I’m not putting my head in that noose.”

She murmured loud enough for us to hear. But once again her words sounded unconvincing. Just who was she trying to convince?

She was trembling as she climbed up onto the chair. She nearly lost her balance in her heels. They were not making things any easier on her.

She finally steadied herself, only to see the noose dangling directly in front of her. She let out a gasp as though it might strike her like a coiled snake.

‘Lesbian Teri’ reached out toward it as though she was going to touch the dangling coil. Then she jerked her hand away. It was still hard to tell whether she was more frightened or aroused.

“Now look over at the mirror, honey,” my escort urged her. “Just take a look. See how sexy you look standing there… a woman about to be hanged?”

‘Microkini Teri’s’ twin looked over at her reflection in the mirror. She moaned softly at the sight. I heard her whimper again.

I saw her writhe as though she had to pee. Was it the excitement getting to her? Or was the fear finally settling in upon her?

My Teri purred, “Now reach up and slip that noose around your neck, baby. You know you want to; am I right? Don’t you want to put it on and see what it looks like in the mirror? I know how turned on you are right now. But you should know you’ve got me squirming like crazy over here. Can’t you tell?”

I know I sure could. My sadistic tour guide was writhing and squirming. I easily detected little streamers of her arousal slithering down her bare legs.

‘Lesbian Teri’ reached out with a trembling hand. She tentatively grasped onto the noose. She only paused a moment before stretching her body upward enough to get it around her neck.

She inhaled sharply as the coil touched her flesh. “Now snug it tight,” ‘Microkini Teri’ purred seductively. “Move the knot under the left ear. You know how it’s done.”

Her twin whimpered again. Her body appeared to writhe in sexual agitation. I was surprised she actually did as she was told.

“Now look at yourself in the mirror,” her wickedly seductive twin encouraged her. “See how sexy a lesbian slut like you looks all dressed up for an intimate little hanging for her lover? I’ll bet you want to cum now, don’t you? I’ll bet you can’t hardly stand it! Oh, but you can’t cum yet, honey. Don’t you fucking DARE; do you hear me? You only get to do that once you’re airborne. Do you understand?”

The poor thing whimpered. Her thighs actually clenched together. She looked like she was in sexual agony.

My Teri just kept talking… “Now show me you want me to bind your wrists behind your back. You want the full effect; I know you do. It’s all part of your hot little fantasy, isn’t it? You want to feel helpless as you get ready to step off into eternity; isn’t that right? C’mon, honey; do it for me.”

“Lesbian Teri’ looked as though she couldn’t help herself. She whimpered as she reluctantly crossed her wrists behind her back. “That’s a good girl,” my escort cooed at her.

‘Microkini Teri’ stepped behind her with the rope. I heard a yelp as she started to cinch the wrists tight. Then I heard another low moan.

“Slut!” my Teri muttered as she tied her twin’s wrists together. “Always strutting around in those lesbian bars, getting every other bitch to look at you… always sneaking a kiss when you think I’m not looking… always being such a tease… and then teasing the hell out of me? Not this time, honey. Now we both get to have our fantasies fulfilled. Tonight you get to hang… and I get to watch. Tonight you’re dancing for me, and not for any of those other bitches!”

Her twin moaned and whimpered. I could tell she was shaking from the fearful excitement of her impending hanging. Her nipples were hard, her juices dripping copiously out of her wet slit.

Her chest rose and fell as she gasped for breath. Her body writhed and gyrated as though she desperately wanted to cum. I couldn’t help myself, and I began stroking my cock at such an incredibly erotic display.

My escort finished binding her twin. Then she came around in front of her to give her the once-over. “Now look at yourself in the mirror,” she said proudly. “See what a sexy lesbian slut looks like before she hangs herself. Take a good look at yourself, baby. I want you to be able to see what I’ll be seeing when you dance for me.”

“Lesbian Teri’ looked over at the mirror and examined herself. It only seemed to get her even more worked up. She wriggled and squirmed as she moaned softly.

My Teri moved in and began fingering her poor twin’s wet snatch. “Don’t you fucking cum just yet!” she told her sternly. “You’ll know when I want you to cum… and not one second sooner!”

She moved in with her mouth. ‘Microkini Teri’ began licking and sucking on her quivering sister’s dripping pussy. ‘Lesbian Teri’ moaned again as she squirmed and whimpered.

She writhed in place, causing my escort to pause long enough to demand, “Don’t you fucking dare!” before going back to licking. By the time ‘Microkini Teri’ pulled back, her twin sister was groaning and gyrating. My cock leaked more pre-cum at the erotic sight before me.

“It’s all up to you now, baby,” my escort purred at her as she started rubbing her own dripping pussy. “You know you want it. And you know how badly I want to watch. You know how much you love it when I take your breath away. Can’t you feel that rope teasing your neck? Can’t you feel it calling out to you, wanting to strangle the very life out of your shuddering body?”

My escort purred, “Honey, this’ll be the biggest ‘O’ of your life… and mine as well. So do it, baby. Step off and hang yourself. All it will take is one small step to send you into orgasmic oblivion.”

“Besides,” she added as she snuggled up to her twin’s trembling body while caressing her quivering flesh. “You know how hard I’ll cum just watching you swing. You know how much this turns me on seeing you like this. You’re just a submissive little lesbian slut anyway. So go ahead, baby. All you have to do is take one little step.”

My Teri stepped back. The poor thing hesitated, moaning and trembling like mad. “Do it!” ‘Microkini Teri’ demanded. “You know you want to! Step off and feel that noose take your breath away! You wanna cum, you sexy lesbian slut? Then step off and enjoy the ride! Kick that fucking chair away!”

‘Lesbian Teri’s’ chest heaved, her pussy overflowing from her arousal. She suddenly stepped forward into the air. A moment later the noose took her weight. Her keels kicked back, knocking the chair over behind her.

Her eyes flew open wide as she started to swing. Then her knees came together. She started jerking them up and down in something of a bunny hop.

She instinctively thrust her chest out, her breasts proudly sticking outward as she came violently. “Oh, FUCK; THAT’S HOT!” my Teri cried out. “CUM HARD FOR ME, BABY! LOOK IN THAT FUCKING MIRROR AND WATCH YOURSELF CUM!”

My bitch cried out in orgasmic ecstasy, writhing as she watched her twin sister dance on air. It was too damned erotic for me as well. I frantically stroked my cock until my cum arced out in spurts, splattering the floor of the holodeck.

Teri’s twin kicked as she twisted in the noose. I could hear gasps and grunts as her legs flew outward. She had a certain flair for hanging; it was almost as if she was born to it. Her legs danced like a ballerina as she grunted and gurgled.

The moment she started to slow down, my escort rushed forward. She grabbed her by the legs and lifted her up. I think it gave her some slack and a little bit of air.

“Not yet, you don’t!” she gasped excitedly. “I want a fucking encore!”

I saw her reach around behind the woman’s ass into her crotch. I could only assume she was finger-fucking her. ‘Lesbian Teri’ gasped as she got more air into her lungs.

She tried to wriggle around a little. “Oh, no you don’t!” ‘Microkini Teri’ blurted out. “This is only a small reprieve, honey! You’re going all the way, you sexy lesbian bitch!”

She gave a hard thrust into her lover’s pussy with her fingers. My escort gradually let her down until the noose had taken up her entire weight. She stepped back just in time as her asphyxiated twin started to kick up once more.

“Dance for me, baby!” my Teri gasped breathlessly. “This time you’re going all the way!” Then she jammed her fingers into her own crotch, furiously getting herself off again.

‘Lesbian Teri’ started to kick harder, fighting the noose as she gawked and gurgled. Her face turned a deep shade of red as she swung back and forth. I caught her trying to glance over at the full-length mirror a couple of times. Then I saw her body start to stiffen as her knees came together again.

“Oh, FUCK – HERE IT COMES!!” my Teri gasped as she watched her dying sister. Then her twin in the noose started jerking her knees up and down hard. Her eyes rolled as she inadvertently jerked the coil even tighter around her neck.

“FUCK; SHE’S DOING IT!” my bitch screamed. She popped off again, shuddering hard as ‘lesbian Teri’ suddenly squirted hard from her climax. Then the poor thing went limp until she softly swung back and forth.

Teri rushed up to her and grabbed her body. Then she turned her in the direction of the mirror. “Just look at yourself!” she gasped excitedly. “Watch a sexy slut dangle from the noose, baby!” Then she began pawing her body all over.

I heard a death rattle as the twin shuddered in the noose. “Computer: baton!” my escort called out. A black nightstick suddenly appeared in her hand.

She waved it in front of her dangling lover. “I want it all, baby,” she gasped as she knelt down, probing with the baton. “I want everything… including that last little spark of life!”

It was brutally shoved right up the poor thing’s ass. She jerked as though she actually felt it. Then the spark of life faded from the wild look of fear and arousal in her eyes.

“I knew you had a little bit left in you, honey,” ‘Microkini Teri’ gasped drunkenly. “I told you I wanted it all. I want everything you have to give me. I even want your fucking death cum!”

She knelt in front of her where she jammed her head into the dead woman’s crotch. Then she started slurping. She gasped and moaned until it sounded like my escort was cumming again, the crazy bitch!

I thought I saw a streamer of piss flow down her twin’s leg. It made me wonder if Teri got any into her mouth. But she was so drunk with lust that I don’t think she cared.

She stayed there for the longest time. My Teri licked and slurped until she finally pulled away and stood up. “Damn!” she gasped. “What a hot, dangling lesbian slut!”

She caressed her lover’s tits while sucking on her erect nipples. She kept talking to her even after she was gone. “Honey; that was fucking unreal! You went out with a bang and you damn near exhausted me! Baby, I’m gonna remember this for as long as I live!”

She caressed her dead lover’s flesh. Then she grabbed the night stick still sticking out of her ass. Teri cruelly gave it one more hard thrust. But there was no response, so she left it there, protruding obscenely.

“Computer: towel!” she commanded. One appeared in her hand. She used to wipe the fluids off her face.

She made her way over to where I was standing. I had to gather her in my arms. Her legs nearly gave out from blissful exhaustion.

“Master, that was so fucking hot! Give me a minute to compose myself; ok? Then we can be moving along.”

She looked at my limp cock and the puddle of my cum on the floor. Then she smiled drunkenly. “Did my sexy lover cause you to do that? Did her wonderful dance of death get you off? I’m sorry I didn’t use my mouth or something better, Master. Let me see if I can make it up to you with the next one, ok?”

Neither one of us bothered to look at the stripper dancing on the pole behind us. If we had, I suspect we would have seen a look of horror on her face…

2010; 2021 (written May 27 ’10; ed. Jan 19 ‘21 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.8 (5)

Posted on March 25, 2023 by riwa

Coming April rewards

The 6th chapter to Chloe.
The 6th chapter to Aravanna.
The 6th chapter to Katia.
The Mob wife.
The Executive secretary.
A Suzan Short.
I dreamed I drowned them 8.
Our encounter with the Badjao.
The noose ride.
The break-in.
The moment she’d been waiting for.
A special Valentine’s Day present (posted in April???).
And anything else I might come up with.

February stories/rewards will fall off at the end of March to make room for April rewards.

We are expecting more snow this weekend. We still have some piles left over that were created way back in November. We’re developing some really impressive potholes around here. I’m trying to remember the last time we had so much moisture in this neck of the woods. But it sounds like a lot of you have had similar experiences this year.

It is a challenge coming up with a mixture of “wet” and “dry” stories to post. I have a system where I check to see how many stories I have prepared. That lets me know if I need to develop a few more “wet” ones or “dry” ones. I do have some projects to finish or that I could work on. But sometimes the inspiration lags. And sometimes life gets in the way.

Like this month, for instance. I just finished working on my taxes. And I drove mom to the accountant to work on hers. We were in town three times this week. Thankfully, we are all taken care of. I hope all of you are not hit too hard with taxes this year.

Oh yeah; I also had a birthday this month. Mom took me out to eat. I wasn’t sure I would reach this age. Now I’m getting the aches and pains to show for it. Oh well. On the bright side, I’m getting REAL close to getting those senior discounts mom’s been getting for quite a while now. Wow; did I get old fast or what?

I’ll soon be uploading the stories for next month. That way they’ll be up and ready in case something happens. Thank you so much for being my patrons.

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