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Adrenaline junkie 4.2 (29)

Posted on July 15, 2023 by riwa

Julanni motored out in the direction of the reef. It was her favorite spot to freedive. There were lots of places to explore. And there were lots of places where a girl like her could run into a little danger.

The vibration of the bottom of the zodiac was really tingling her nub. A 60 horsepower outboard was far more motor than she needed for an inflatable no more than ten feet long. But she loved the speed, as well as the way the vibrations went all the way through her.

She let out a scream of pleasure, shuddering as it overwhelmed her. She could only motor out so far before that first orgasm overtook her. She let out a shriek of pure joy as she motored along.

She slowed down the moment the warning buoys came within view. It wouldn’t do for any large freighters to get hung up on the coral below. Most of it was deep enough, but some came up close enough to the surface to rip out or badly damage a hull.

She motored the zodiac right up to a buoy before shutting off the engine. She secured a mooring rope to the buoy so the zodiac would remain in place. Then she prepared for her dive.

Her first action was not to put something on. It was to take something off. Her black bikini top was tossed forward, landing among her other gear.

She smiled as she caressed her mounds. Her nipples had already hardened. That was from the wild ride and the way the vibrations had tantalized her nub as well as her dripping slit.

Now she put something on. It was her long, black dive fins. They always helped her reach the bottom of the reef with plenty of air left in her lungs to enjoy her time on the bottom.

Another item came off. This time it was her dark sunglasses. These were replaced with a solid dive mask sure to hold up at the pressure she would be descending to.

She caught sight of the dive knife in its sheath. She grabbed it and attached it to her right calf. What would she do if she encountered something that might necessitate its use? Julanni trembled at the thought she might run into something exciting during her afternoon adventure out here.

She looked at the oxygen bottle she’d brought with her. Should she take a hit right away? Or should she go down and do a little exploring first? She decided to delay her first usage lest she become tempted to use it all up right away.

The weight belt went on last. It made her negatively buoyant. She liked having that additional weight to challenge her. It often made her lady parts tingle whenever she pushed her luck and found herself finning hard for the surface.

And speaking of tingling…

Julanni slipped off the side of the zodiac into the water. The weight belt pulled her downward. She released bubbles out of her mouth, envisioning herself being pulled to the depths where she risked drowning.

She was halfway down when she propelled herself upward with her fins. She kicked hard, quickly reclaiming the distance to the surface. She burst up, gasped loudly for breath and then allowed the weight belt to pull her back down.

Her nub throbbed as she sank toward the bottom. Julanni trembled over how wonderful it felt. She released much of her air until her lungs were almost empty. Then she finned hard for the surface again.

She burst up gasping loudly for breath. She swam over to the zodiac and clung to the side. That had been a nice little appetizer. Now it was time for the main course.

She composed herself as she breathed deeply. She could feel the floor of the reef calling to her. Her nub tingled again as her thong clung tightly to her waist and crotch.

Julanni filled her lungs. Then she jackknifed downward. It was time for her first visit to the bottom.

She propelled herself down with her fins, stretching an arm ahead of her. She could see the formations rising up to meet her. There were so many places to explore… and she was so horny from the trip out and the way the zodiac had vibrated her crotch.

She bottomed out around forty-five feet, pinching the nosepiece on her dive mask to equalize. Then she followed the ocean floor. Soon she was entering her first formation.

There were lots of caverns and openings. She picked one at random and casually glided inside. There were twists and turns before she came out the other end.

She headed for the surface, releasing bubbles out of her mouth. She stayed with a couple of the bigger ones, pausing just enough to let them reach the surface ahead of her. Then she came up panting quietly for breath.

It was wonderful. She loved the way the water caressed her breasts. Her nipples continued to protrude, almost to the point where they ached.

Julanni headed back down for a second dive. She pinched her nosepiece to equalize about halfway down. She loved how the water felt against her bare skin.

The deeper she went, the more her nub tingled. The pressure always did that to her. That’s why she kept coming back out here every chance she got.

She found another entrance to explore and casually finned her way inside. By now she had become greatly aroused. It wasn’t going to take much in order to entice that next orgasm out of her.

She didn’t even have to touch herself. She just finned her way forward, taking her time exploring nooks and crannies. The water caressed her like a lover as the pressure made her nub throb under her thong.

She was feeling it in her lungs as she inspected another section of reef. She knew she was pushing herself. Then she deliberately allowed the weight belt to pull her to the ocean floor.

She came down upon her stomach. The soil pushed up against her crotch, nearly setting her off. A warning spasm forced her up through a narrow opening in the formation.

She finned hard while releasing the remaining air out of her lungs. It got lighter, the pressure giving way as she approached the surface. Then she burst up gasping loudly for breath.

That had been a good one! She’d almost climaxed by staying down too long.

She stayed up with the zodiac for an additional minute or two. Then she filled her lungs before heading back down. There was so much to explore, with just enough of an element of danger to give her that added thrill.

Air fizzed out of her dive mask as she took a passage that angled downward. It felt like the bottom sloped beyond the fifty feet back up to her bobbing craft. But she went anyway, knowing the depth was still within her limits.

She was just a little wary. She was looking forward to the challenge. Still, she was always careful not to push herself too hard.

A two minute breath-hold along the bottom yielded a plethora of visual sensations to engage the mind. Then she found an opening in the formation above her and slipped through. Now she could feel it in her lungs.

Her nub was tingling as she emerged in open ocean. Julanni slowly finned her way upward, releasing another small stream of bubbles. She rose upward toward her small, bobbing craft until she burst up gasping for breath.

She clung to the side, allowing her heart to settle back down. She looked at the oxygen canister. She was tempted, especially since her body was craving a release. But she decided one more trip back down was needed to pick out the spot she wanted to get herself off.

She filled her lungs and then headed back down. She found an opening she had yet to explore. Then she finned her way inside.

She was twenty feet away when she caught sight of a little movement. She paused to stare in astonishment. Then she became excited.

It was an octopus. It blended so well with the formation that she would have gone right over the top of it without noticing. And that’s what gave her the idea.

She really tingled as she turned and headed back to the zodiac. She kept mental track of where the creature was. She was planning a return trip down to that very spot.

Julanni surfaced and then swam over to her zodiac. She climbed back on board to rest for a moment. She had never been so excited before in her entire life.

She paused to catch her breath as she looked down at the water. Then she saw the O2 canister she’d brought along. She smiled as her lady parts tingled at the risk she was considering.

She picked up the bottle and took deep breaths. This was going to be good one. She wasn’t going to press her luck or anything. She was simply going to go down and rub one out of her nagging nub.

The idea of that octopus lurking nearby was tantalizing. Would it bother her? Or would her presence drive it away?

Would she be tempting fate? Julanni quivered at the thought. This was something she had never done before. At least she would have her dive knife with her in case things went wrong.

Julanni set the bottle down before pulling her dive mask down over her face. Then she went over the side of her craft. She finned her way downward with long, smooth strokes, her nub tingling again as the pressure increased against her thong.

She’d thought about leaving her thong behind. But she didn’t want anything penetrating her lady parts. She would still be able to achieve the release she desired just by applying the right kind of pressure in the right spot.

This time it felt wonderful. Filling her lungs with oxygen had made it seem as though she could hold her breath forever. That would give her plenty of time to get off at depth, especially in the presence of that sea beast.

She found the opening she wanted. Then she finned her way inside. She was looking for that one particular formation that had camouflaged the octopus so well.

At first she couldn’t find it. Had the creature abandoned its position for parts unknown? For a moment she felt a twinge of regret she hadn’t tried to get off earlier.

Her eyes adjusted until she located it. It was still right there. Now her nub was really tingling, her lady parts eager for a release.

She worked herself closer, her nub throbbing. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. Julanni felt electrified.

Not too close now. Right here ought to just about do it. If the creature was disturbed by her presence, it made no move to evacuate its position.

Julanni settled onto her knees and began touching herself all over. She could feel it starting to swell within her. Danger was lurking only a short distance away.

She eased off a little, wanting to delay it as much as possible. She was already incredibly excited. She saw movement, but the creature was still keeping to itself.

What if it wanted her? What if it became annoyed and moved away? She was so close.

Her fingers became more aggressive, slipping under her thong for the direct approach. The creature stirred. Then it shifted as though moving tentatively in her direction.

It swelled with in her until she couldn’t hold back. Julanni shuddered in pleasure. It was so intense that her vision dimmed.

The creature darted closer until a curious tentacle reached out and grabbed onto her right leg. Another wrapped around her chest. Tentacles were waving in her direction now as she tried to swim upward, only to be ensnared by the beast.

Oh, fuck…….

Julanni winced as another orgasm hit her hard, causing her to lose a burst of air. She could feel the creature tentatively exploring. Suckers attached to one breast, making her shudder from a mixture of fear and sexual arousal.

So far it wasn’t overly aggressive or threatening. But it was time to break away. She was running out of breath.

The creature didn’t seem to be all that enormous. But the arms were plenty long enough. It was certainly big enough… and incredibly curious.

Her other leg became snagged. Another tentacle joined the one already entangling her right leg. She tried to kick upward, but the creature reacted by gently pulling her back down.

Uh – oh. Now she was getting a much better look at it. The damned thing was much bigger – and more curious – than she’d anticipated.

She tried to peel the tentacles off her leg, not wanting to scare or aggravate the creature. She was having some success until another one grabbed onto her right wrist. Now she was really getting entangled!

Julanni tried to fin herself upward. The creature used a couple of tentacles to hold its position upon the ocean floor. Thus, she was gently pulled back down into a grip that was becoming less yielding.

Julanni tried harder to break away. She was through trying to be nice to this damned thing. She struggled harder, but it refused to let go.

It was at that moment when she felt it in her stomach. It was the first direct warning signs of breathlessness. Soon the sensations would move up into her chest, indicating her growing need to return to the surface.

She struggled harder against the sea beast. Its tentacles shuffled around. She was almost free, shedding all but the one around her chest. Then it reattached itself to her leg.

Julanni cried out a burst of bubbles. Now those gentle warning spasms in her stomach were up in her chest. All that oxygen she’d breathed up at the surface was gone. Now she was almost out of breath.

Once more she tried to break free. But the damned thing was determined to hold onto her. Now it was hanging onto both legs. She simply could not shake loose!

She kicked hard, managing to free one leg. She almost had the other one clear when additional tentacles rose up and grabbed on tight. Annoyance morphed into growing fear. She didn’t have time for this. Was it time for the knife??

Julanni’s large breasts bounced and wobbled as she tried to get free. She went to reach for her dive knife. But the damned thing snagged her right arm.

It still was not acting overly aggressive. Its curiosity had simply gotten the better of it. For whatever reason, It simply did not want to let go of her!

She felt her chest hitch and convulse. Instinctively she covered her mouth with her free hand as her cheeks bulged. She was almost out of breath.

A tentacle further wrapped around her leg until it slithered up through her crotch. It pressed against her swollen nub just right. Breathless fear, combined with pressure in the right location, set Julanni off again.

She lost a mouthful of bubbles as she shuddered hard in orgasm. Her energy reserves were quickly depleted. She’d orgasmed one too many times.

At first the octopus was startled enough to almost let go. Then it fully reattached itself. Julanni was still cumming, her body fully aware of the imminent danger.

She shuddered hard as sexual pleasure momentarily blocked her other senses. Then Julanni’s lungs heaved ominously. She was clearly out of air.

She had to go right now! Besides, she had a long swim back to the surface. Why wasn’t this damned thing letting go??

She struggled to reach for her dive knife. A tentacle held on and wouldn’t let her get to it. Did the creature understand? Or was it merely instinctive?

She finned hard, enough to almost pull it away from the ocean floor. A couple of tentacles latched onto a rocky formation for support. Then it pulled her right back down.

Julanni cried out in horror. Gawd; this couldn’t be happening! Was her never-ending search for that all-important adrenaline rush about to end her existence??

She let out a bubbly cry as her chest heaved ominously. The octopus all but let go. But now it was too late.

At that moment her lungs gave out. That’s when she began hitching and convulsing as she swallowed water. It flowed right down into her lungs as she went over backward.

A curious tentacle reattached. But it didn’t matter to Julanni. She coughed and gurgled as she began to drown.

Her efforts to escape were now effectively stilled. She was no longer capable of struggling. It allowed the creature to maintain full control over her body.

More tentacles wrapped around her. Julanni was dimly aware of the horror of it all. It hurt like hell, yet she was still conscious enough to experience it.

What was the damned thing going to do to her? She felt tentacles began a full exploration of her quivering body. It horrified her to the point where she didn’t want to be conscious long enough to experience her molestation.

Internal organs started shutting down. Her vision lessened as her senses diminished. Mercifully her consciousness ebbed away until she was no longer aware of the curious creature’s exploration of her body.

2021 (written Aug 15 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by JustPaul’s renders.)

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DLW and daughter at the Snuff Club 2 4.5 (61)

Posted on July 10, 2023 by riwa

Part 2

My first thought was how strange it was for hell to look like the interior of the snuff club. Then it all came rushing back to me. Apparently they hadn’t snuffed me after all… either that, or they’d merely come damn close.

At first, I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Then more of my senses came back online. I decided that for now, I should be happy I was still alive and still employed by the club.

“She still with us?” one of the other guys asked. “Damn! She really came hard that time. Was it because she was being strangled so hard?”

Chuck just laughed. “Maybe it was because she was watching her daughter get snuffed.”

“Darla?” I gasped, remembering my daughter as I anxiously looked at the monitor. She was being helped to sit upright on the bed. Apparently she had also survived.

“I guess some bitches are hard to kill,” the other member of my trio observed.

“Like mother; like daughter,” Chuck observed with amusement.

We could hear them talking on the monitor. I saw Darla rubbing her neck. The nylons had left quite a mark. How was she going to explain that to Ned?

I rubbed my own. “Yeah,” Chuck told me as he noticed me checking my throat. “You’ve got one too. It matches the one around your daughter’s throat.” The other guys laughed.

Damn. How was I going to explain this to Bob??

I heard Chad ask my daughter, “How was it?”

“Intense,” she gasped in reply. “For a moment there, I really thought I was dead.”

“Wish you were back home with your boyfriend?”

“Not on your life. This was fucking incredible!” Then she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately.

About that time, Nicole entered our room with a tray of drinks. The guys all helped themselves to one. I took one as well. After all, I need something strong enough to help me get my strength back.

She eyed me warily before shaking her head. “Sometimes you amaze me; you know that?” She knew I was married, and I blushed before taking a huge gulp of my drink.

In the other room, an attendant named Rosita was giving everyone drinks. They thanked her and began guzzling them down. I finished mine before helping myself to another on Nicole’s tray.

She looked at all the men in my room. Then she nodded politely. “You gentlemen have a nice evening. Don’t hesitate to contact me if you need anything else.”

“What about her?” one of the guys asked as he motioned at me. “Do you need us to return her back to you?”

Uh – oh. Did that mean they were interested in having a second go at me?

“You gentlemen enjoy her for as long as you like. The club will make sure her duties outside this room are taken care of.”

“Thank you, miss,” Chuck told her with a smile. Then he glanced at the monitor. Darla was on her knees sucking cock again.

“Guess we’d better put her back to work, miss.” Nicole just shook her head at me and left. A moment later, I was also on my knees sucking cock.

A part of me became a little concerned. This was one night it was going to take me a little while to recover from. How was I going to explain things to Bob?

I got a glance at the monitor and saw Darla on her hands and knees working on all three cocks again. How was she going to explain that mark around her throat to Ned? Maybe she would have to wear a turtleneck, or make some excuse in order to avoid seeing him until most of it had healed.

Darla took it from behind while sucking on a cock in front of her. I ended up in the exact same situation. We were back to mimicking the actions in my daughter’s room.

“How about it, bitch?” Chad asked Darla. You want it rough, or you want it vanilla? You want it ‘Ned’, or you want it ‘Chad’?

My daughter excitedly replied, “Chad – Chad; give it to me rough!” They all laughed in her room.

The other college guy pulled out from behind her, only for Chad to ram it hard into her. She screamed for him to really fuck her ass. Chad had no hesitation in the slightest as he brutalized her anally.

“How about you?” Chuck asked with a laugh. “I’ll give you the same question he gave your daughter. Me or your husband? Vanilla or anal?”

“Anal,” I replied, shamefully lowering my head a little. He just laughed as he moved behind me and rammed it hard up my butt.

On the monitor, Darla screamed from another powerful orgasm. Shamefully, I found myself cumming right behind her. Seeing her cum had sent me over the edge, especially the way Chuck was pounding my ass.

It was rough and glorious. I hardly thought about my husband the entire time. Besides, I never let Bob fuck me in the ass. It just wasn’t that way between us.

Darla ended up back on the bed, two cocks in her holes and the third in her mouth. I ended up on the bed in my room, getting it the exact same way. The muffled grunts and groans from her monitor were almost drowned out by my own.

The guys took turns fucking Darla. I’m pretty sure they pumped a couple more loads into her cunt and ass. I got the same treatment until both our rooms took another break.

Rosita entered my daughter’s room again, and drinks were passed around. Nicole returned to mine, and we all helped ourselves. The liquid really helped me regain my sagging energy.

It was getting late. I found myself hoping the guys would finally tire out in both rooms. Besides, my shift was coming to an end. Soon, I would have to be heading home to Bob.

I didn’t know what Darla was going to do. I assumed she wouldn’t go back to be with Ned for a while. She would need time – as well as some sort of excuse – to heal from the mark around her throat. It was going to be noticeable for several days.

As for me? I was already trying to come up with something to tell my husband. With any luck, he would be asleep when I got home so that I could hide it for a while. I would have to keep him from seeing it and becoming concerned.

I heard my daughter on the monitor suddenly gasp “ow”. Then she looked down at her tummy. The sensor had turned red.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped in alarm. “Does that… does that mean what I think it means?”

“It sure does,” Chad told her with a grin. “It means exactly what you think it means. My dad and I have been here several times, and we’ve seen it a time or two. It means you’re not getting out of here alive.”

“Oh my gawd!” Darla cried out as she went visibly pale. “What do I tell my mother? What do I tell dad? Hell; what do I tell Ned??”

“Tell them now they won’t have to get you any presents for Christmas,” one of the other guys in her room suggested. Everyone in both rooms but Darla and I laughed.

“You got your iPhone with you?” Chad asked.

“I left it behind,” Darla explained sheepishly. “I didn’t want to be interrupted… and I didn’t want anybody tracking me here. I don’t know what to do! Do I… do I get a last phone call or something?”

Chad chuckled as he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I can send a message to your boyfriend. I’ll explain how he’s now going to have to find someone else to marry.” They laughed again in both rooms… everyone except her and I.

My heart was beating fast as I saw Darla start to pant heavily for breath. She gasped, “I never thought… I didn’t think…”

Chad just chuckled as he smiled evilly at her before asking, “Now how are we going to snuff you tonight?” That’s when all three of them started looking around their room. Darla’s face was ashen.

My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I knew it was possible that her sensor could pop. Yet it was still quite a shock upon seeing it happen.

“What do we do now?” one of the guys in my room asked, interrupting the drama occurring on the monitor.

“Simple,” Chuck replied. “We stick around and watch.” Then he smiled at me before adding, “Naturally, you’ll want to stay and watch as they snuff your daughter; am I right? Besides, I’m sure you’ve already seen quite a few executions around here. What’s one more?”

“I, uh… uh…”

I didn’t know what to say. For one thing, I was terribly alarmed. And yet for some strange reason, I was shamefully aroused. The whole damned thing felt surreal as hell.

I watched on the monitor as Chad looked up at the noose dangling from the ceiling. He smiled as he told the guys, “I know. Let’s give her a flying fuck as she hangs. She loved it when we strangled her while we were fucking her; right? She should really love getting a fuck as she hangs to death.”

“That’s my boy,” Chuck observed. “If it were me in there, I’d do the same damn thing.”

I jerked around to stare at him in shock. “You mean… he’s your son??”

“A chip off the old block,” he replied proudly. I don’t know why I didn’t see the family resemblance until now.

The guys in my daughter’s room began moving around, retrieving a stool while getting the noose ready. Chad went and retrieved a length of rope. Darla just sat on the bed in stunned silence.

One of her guys told her, “I think a slut like you is going to cum hard once we hang you; eh, Darla?”

She blinked at his words. “But I… I don’t… I’m not…” She appeared to be in shock at this sudden reversal of things.

Chad was rummaging through a closet as he called over, “Oh, c’mon! Don’t act so nervous. Surely you were hoping something like this would happen; right? Why else did you want me to bring you here?”

“But I… but I…” All she could do was stammer as he retrieved a length of rope and walked back over.

“Good idea,” Chuck observed as he watched the monitor from our room. “Guys, what do you think? Think we should string her mother up too?”

Both of them were disturbingly agreeable. “Hell, yeah!” “Yeah; let’s do it!”

“That’s what I thought,” Chuck replied with a nod. And just like that, the other two began preparing my noose as Chuck went to retrieve a length of rope for my wrists.

My heart leaped into my throat. Surely they weren’t going to hang me right along with my daughter; were they??

I felt a stab of fear in the pit of my gut. But I also experienced an insane arousal. For a moment, I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

Where they really going to hang me too? What was I going to tell Nicole? Hell; what was I going to tell Bob? Was I even going to be allowed to call him??

On the monitor, I watched Chad tie Darla’s hands behind her back. At the same time, Chuck was securing my wrists together. I shivered from a mixture of dread and arousal.

They helped Darla up onto the stool. Then Chad looped the noose around her throat. “That’s the way, son,” Chuck observed, watching their activity on the monitor with a chuckle.

Chuck helped me up onto my stool. Then he noosed me up, just like my daughter. The rope got snugged tight around my throat.

My nipples were hard as little pebbles. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Were my daughter and I really going to hang tonight at the snuff club??

I watched as they snugged my daughter’s noose tight. Then Chad laughed at her. “Want to see something funny, Darla?”

He stepped closer to the monitor. Then he stepped away. My daughter’s mouth fell to the floor as she looked right at the camera before gasping, “Mom? Is that you??”

My gawd; could she see me now???

Chuck stepped up to me and thrust his fingers into my cunt. I was sopping wet like you wouldn’t believe. He just laughed as he called out, “Mine’s horny as hell, son! How’s yours?”

Chad stepped up to Darla and thrust most of his fingers into her pussy. She also writhed and moaned. “She’s really horny, dad! I think she wants to watch her mother hang!”

“Hang for your daughter, bitch!” Chuck declared. Then he abruptly kicked my stool away.

There was a light bounce as I hit the end of the rope. With nothing solid beneath me, I began pedaling. Then I started kicking and scissoring. I was hanging… and my daughter was watching me!

On the monitor I saw… “Hang for your mother, bitch!” Then Chad kicked her stool away. Darla dropped and began fighting her noose the same way I was fighting mine.

I couldn’t believe it! We were in separate rooms, but we were still hanging together.

I didn’t expect to see them retrieve the stool and put it back under Darla’s feet. I also didn’t expect them to put my stool back beneath mine. I found myself panting for breath as my noose was deliberately loosened.

Darla’s noose was also loosened. She coughed and gasped for breath. Her eyes were wide; her nipples unbelievably erect.

“How’d you like it, slut?” Chad asked her with amusement. “How’d you like seeing your mother hang like that?”

It was as though she was staring right at me. “Mom?? Mom, are you ok?”

“Oh, don’t worry about her,” Chad replied with a dismissive wave. “A slut like her deserves to hang.” Then he looked right at us as he added; “Right, dad?”

Chuck came up to me and fingered my dripping cunt. “She sure as hell enjoyed it, son. Hang for your daughter again, slut.” Then he kicked my stool away for a second time.

I dropped and started kicking yet again. It didn’t hurt any less the second time around. My body instinctively reacted as I fought my noose.

I was aware of three hard cocks standing around me. In Darla’s room, her trio were all just as horny as they stared at us. Everyone was all turned on watching me swing.

My daughter’s eyes were upon me the entire time. Knowing everyone was watching my noose-dance shot my arousal factor through the roof. That’s when I started humping the air.

“The slut is cumming!” Chuck and his son declared in unison. Now all the guys in both rooms were stroking.

It was so damned arousing, knowing they were hard while watching me suffer. I just couldn’t help myself. Despite my agony, I managed to hump my way through a second climax.

On the monitor I barely heard my daughter gasp, “Mom??” She seemed to be in awe. I was ashamed to be cumming so hard while she was watching. But there was nothing I could do about it.

I thought that was going to be the end of me. Strangely, I was a little disappointed my daughter was not hanging right along with me. Then once again, Chuck retrieved the stool and put it underneath my feet, helping to steady my trembling body while loosening my noose a little.

“So what do you think, darlin’?” Chuck asked my daughter through the monitor. “Does that turn you on, seeing your mother hang? Check her out, son.”

Chad fingered Darla’s cunt, and I saw her wince a little. “She’s horny, dad. I think the slut’s so excited that she wants to hang for her mother.” Then he turned, kicked her stool away, and declared, “Hang for your mother, you horny little slut. Let’s see if you can cum like she did.”

Darla bounced a little at the end of her rope. Then she began kicking up a storm. “Like mother; like daughter; eh?” Chuck observed with a laugh as he watched my shocked expression.

Darla really put on quite a show. But what surprised me was when she started humping the air. It was quite unexpected… and erotic as hell.

Every cock was hard as they all watched her. I was shamefully wet and dripping. I could not believe how sexy she looked. It was as though my own daughter was born for the noose.

Chad stopped her and put the stool beneath her feet, helping her to stand upright. She panted for breath as he loosened her noose a little. Gawd; how long were they going to tease us like this??

“What do you think now?” Chad asked her. “You certainly came hard that time. At least you’ll be going out with a bang; right? Want a cock to fuck as you hang?”

This time, my daughter did not appear to be quite so frightened. Maybe she’d resigned herself to her fate. Or maybe she hoped there was going to be some sort of miraculous intervention. It certainly wasn’t going to come from Bob or Ned, not unless the club had called them.

Chad slowly pushed her stool out from under her. This time, he stood right in front of her, his dick hard and throbbing. My daughter instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, forced to climb and fuck him in order to ease the strain around her throat.

Chuck pushed my stool out from under me. Then he stepped up close, just like his son had done for my daughter. I was forced to wrap my legs around him, impaling myself on his shaft in order to ease the strain around my own throat.

I should have known. He was mimicking the actions in her room again.

It was quite painful. It was also incredibly erotic. My daughter and I were receiving flying fucks at the exact same time.

I watched as her face and neck flushed red. Then she appeared to go into little orgasmic seizures. Seeing her cum like that while I was getting shafted in the noose was so shamefully erotic that I came right along with her.

The guys in Darla’s room took turns until she ended up riding all three, sometimes with a cock up her cunt and ass. The guys in mine did the exact same thing to me. I shamefully rode them all, firmly believing I would eventually die with a cock inside me. It was gloriously humiliating.

Once again, I was surprised when our stools were returned. Our nooses were loosened until we were both left standing while gasping for breath. That’s when Chad asked my daughter, “Well; how about it? Would you rather be in here hanging with my cock in your ass? Or would you rather be home with plain old Ned?”

She looked at him as though she hadn’t anticipated that kind of question. Then she looked through her monitor right at me. She finally blushed as she lowered her head before quietly replying, “You, Chad. I’d… I’d rather be in here hanging with your cock up my butt.”

“Even though you know you’re going to die in here tonight?”

“With Ned, I would probably die of boredom.”

I should have been shocked by her statement. Instead, I looked at my daughter without showing any emotion as she looked back at me. She said, “It’s true, mom. Ned’s nice, but… I mean… isn’t that the way it is with you and dad?”

I blushed as I lowered my head. I wanted to tell her not to bring Bob into this. But her words rang true. The guys in both rooms thought that was funny as hell.

I suspected I was going to hang before the night was over. But she was right. I knew I would rather have it happen with the guys in my room than back home in bed with my husband.

About that time, the door to Darla’s room chimed. I assumed it was Rosita with more drinks. But at this stage of her hanging, I wasn’t sure my daughter was even going to be given one.

Imagine my shock when Ned walked in. He was wearing one of those club robes as though he’d recently been in a sex room.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Darla was shocked as hell. “N-Ned?? What… what the hell are YOU doing here??”

“They told me you’ve been coming here to get laid. But I didn’t want to believe them. They said you’d be here tonight along with your mother. So I’ve been watching what’s been going on in here in a sex room with one of the club attendants.”

Darla was astonished. So was I. I didn’t know Ned had it in him to be with anyone other than my daughter.

She immediately tried to correct the situation, even though I suspected it was much too late for that. “But Ned, I… I l-love you!”

“Do you? From what I’ve seen, I’m nothing more than a convenience, a guy that buys things for you while you go fuck other men behind my back. Isn’t that what you said… you’d rather be in here than back home with me? Well, one things for certain. At least now I won’t have to buy you a present for Christmas.”

I could tell he was hurt. But he was trying hard not to show it.

My daughter immediately tried to appeal to him as being her knight in shining armor… “Ned, you’ve got to do something!”

“Do what?” he asked inquisitively.

He stepped closer, reached out and touched her sensor. Then he looked at her face. I watched his hand go up and caress her noose as he told her, “The guy’s right. Looks like I’m about to be in the market for a new fiancé.”

About that time, the door to my room whooshed open. There was Bob, big as life. He was also in one of those red robes.

Darla saw him on the monitor and went ashen as she stammered, “D-Daddy??”

He scowled as he looked at her through the monitor. He angrily replied, “I’m not your father.” Then he looked right at me as he added, “Isn’t that right… ‘darling’?” He all but spat the word out.

The color drained from my face. Somehow, he knew or had finally figured it out. “B-Bob, I can explain!”

He shed his robe, indicating he was naked underneath. In the monitor, I saw Ned had also shed his and was just as nude. They were both sporting erections.

“You’ve been a slut for everyone but me,” Bob told me. “Well guess what? Tonight’s going to be my turn.”

He turned toward the monitor and told Darla, “Watch your mother hang for my enjoyment, you fucking slut!” Then he kicked my stool away.

I dropped, for what I suspected would be my very last time. Then I started my snuff-slut dance. The guys eagerly moved closer, all of them stroking with excitement.

On the monitor I saw Ned turn and tell me, “Watch your daughter hang for my personal enjoyment, bitch!” Then he kicked her stool away as he snarled, “Hang for me, you fucking cunt!” Darla did a faint bounce at the end of her rope before she, too, went into her devil’s dance.

All the guys in her room gathered round to watch her. Everyone including Ned were stroking their cocks. It was just like in my room.

The shame was more than I could bear. At least Bob was standing there getting off to my suffering. In the end, he probably deserved it.

I was the center of attention in my room. They all were stroking as they enjoyed my dance. Shamefully, it gave me such a perverse thrill.

I could still see my daughter hanging on the monitor. She was putting on quite a show. Then I saw her humping in Ned’s direction. Gawd; was she trying to please him one last time with an air-fuck as she hanged to death??

It swelled within me as I focused on my husband. There was no mercy in his eyes. If he was heartbroken, he was certainly hiding it well. Now, I was nothing but a snuff-beast to him.

At that moment, I realized Darla was also nothing but a snuff-beast for Ned and the guys in her room. Once again, like mother; like daughter. We were both about to hang to death… and we both deserved it.

I thought about all the times I had betrayed Bob. Now he was watching my death. I figured he deserved my absolute best.

Something welled up within me until I was able to start humping in his direction. I was air-fucking my husband, just the way Darla was air-fucking Ned. There was nothing more important than his pleasure during my final moments.

Pain… shame… agony… and undeserving pleasure. Something blossomed in me through my suffering. Maybe something in my brain snapped.

I mentally cheered my daughter’s agony. I wanted her to suffer great agony in order to bring pleasure to Ned. Then I looked at Bob through my own agony before climaxing like the snuff-slut I’d become.

On the monitor, Darla was limp when Ned stepped up to her and impaled her cunt with his rod. That’s when he began giving her a flying fuck. Her eyes rolled as she lifted her legs around his waist and fucked him back.

My mind cried out, “Fuck her, Ned! She deserves it! Let her death give you pleasure!”

Bob stepped up to me and snarled, “Fuck me, bitch!” Somehow, I lifted my legs and found his dick with my cunt. Then I rode him like the snuff-slut I’d become.

He was cold and heartless. But it was exactly what I deserved. The other guys just stroked and smiled at me. It gave me such shameful excitement knowing I was turning them all on.

Bob started calling me names, telling me this was what I deserved. I absorbed it all, reveling in his abuse. He was using me for his pleasure as I died… and I was thrilled beyond words. He deserved it, and I was happy to oblige.

On the monitor, Ned had moved behind Darla. I suspected he was finally fucking her ass. Her tongue lolled out as cum leaked out of her winking slit.

The sight shamefully thrilled me. Then Bob pulled out, and I was left to hang. That’s when I felt his cock up my ass.

“This is how a snuff-slut dies,” he whispered into my ear. “…watching her daughter hang to death as she gets a cock up her slutty ass.”

My mind screamed, “Yes… yes… YES!” This had been my fate all along. At least Bob and Ned were getting something out of their last few minutes of relationship with their sluts.

I watched as Darla’s bladder opened up. The guys all cheered in her room before they started shooting their loads at her naked body. It gave me such a thrill.

“Your turn, bitch!” Bob whispered into my ear. Then my bladder shamefully let go. My last conscious sensation was feeling him fill my ass with his cream.

I didn’t see Nicole poke her head in my room. And I didn’t see her smile. If I had, I would have recognized it as her “The bitch is finally getting what she fucking deserves” smile.

The guys enjoyed my corpse long after I was gone. Then they switched with the guys in Darla’s room. The two of us were thoroughly abused before our bodies were taken down to the kitchen. It was a fitting end for a DLW and her slutty daughter.

2022 (written for bedeyes Aug 22 ’22 by riwa)

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Shelly in Cancun 10 4.4 (30)

Posted on July 5, 2023 by riwa

Chapter 10 – Trapped

My first reaction is to remove my reg and press it into her hand. But she waves it off and pulls her own reg back inside the door. That tells me they still have some oxygen left.

God only knows how much longer they have until their air supply runs dry. After all, ours is running low.

‘We’ve got to get them out of there now!’ I think in growing panic. But the damned door is barely open enough to let their arms through.

There’s no way in hell we can squeeze another tank through to them. Even if we left it here for them, allowing them to use the hose while we dashed up for help, it would still only buy them a few more minutes at most. I’m not even sure what we have on board.

My dive buddy and I both put our shoulders to the door, anxiously trying to force it open. At the same time I see two sets of hands trying to pry it open from the inside. Together the four of us strain with all our might.

I feel a little movement. But it’s agonizingly small, just enough to give us a little hope. It’s still not nearly enough for either of them to be able to wiggle their way out through the opening.

We finally exhaust ourselves and give up. It’s not about to open on the strength of the four of us.

Frantic, I remove my reg. Then I start calling out bubbly suggestions. Can they understand me? Is there another solution…

“HAVE YOU TRIED THE HATCH? …UP AT THE TOP? …THE HATCH – THE HATCH?”

“NO GOOD!” is the bubbly reply.

“WHAT??”

“NO GOOD – NO GOOD! HATCH NO GOOD!”

“PORTHOLES!” my companion cries out after removing her reg. “TRY THE PORTHOLES!”

“NO GOOD – NO GOOD! PORTHOLE’S TOO SMALL!”

I feel panic swell within me. The only way out seems to be the only way they got in… right through this door. But how the hell did they get inside if we can’t get the door open??

I suddenly remember the sound I heard while my dive buddy and I were pawing each other. It was followed by the faint disturbance of soil. That’s when a thought occurs to me…

What if the ship settled? What if somehow the door got wedged on them while they were inside? Is that what happened? Does it really matter how they got trapped inside??

Shit! How the hell are we going to get them out of there??

I look at my companion in growing panic. The fear in my features mirrors her own.

Once more we throw ourselves against the door, grunting and groaning as we strain with all our might. Their hands appear on the edge of the door again. And once again the four of us strain for all we’re worth to open the damned thing.

This time it hardly budges…

DAMNIT!

Andria’s hand emerges once more. This time it has a regulator in it. She beats on the door with it before letting go of it.

She makes a show of grabbing for something else. The implication is all too horribly clear. My face goes deathly pale as the panic swells within me…

They’re out of air already?? No – no – NO!

My heart leaps into my throat as I swallow hard. Am I about to lose Andria to some stupid diving accident? Is the cargo hold about to become her tomb??

I fill my lungs before removing my regulator. Then I place it in her hands. A moment later it disappears inside the hold.

For the moment I’m relieved. At least we can get them an air source. Then my dive partner grabs the gauge and checks our own tank.

I can tell by the horrified expression on her face that ours is almost gone as well.

This is not good! Four females sharing one tank? It’ll be empty in a matter of minutes… maybe even less than that!

The hose moves through the opening in the door. That tells me the reg is probably being passed back and forth. That’s when my companion pulls hers out of her mouth and gives it to me.

I do the best I can to breathe shallow. Then I realize it’s not going to matter all that much. A human body needs a decent lungful of air to work. But there’s only so much remaining inside the scuba tank.

My friend points at herself and then at me before she frantically starts motioning upward. She’s indicating one of us could go up and get help. I shake my head as I point at an imaginary watch on my wrist… “Not enough time.”

We’ve got to get them out now! If only we could get the damned door open somehow! What we need is more leverage, something to help force it open… a pipe or something…

… a pipe??

I suddenly remember seeing a couple lengths of pipe. They were lying on the floor of the pilot house with the rest of the debris. What if I could get one and bring it back down? Maybe then we could…

As far as I’m concerned, there’s no other option. We’re running out of time. I’m the one who thought of it, so I should go. Otherwise, precious seconds will be wasted trying to explain things to everyone.

I quickly fill my lungs before removing the reg from my mouth and giving it back to her. I try to gesture I’ll be right back. Then I turn and fin like crazy toward the bow of the sunken vessel, my heart hammering in my chest.

I tell myself I can do this. I HAVE to do this! If only I can hold my breath long enough in my increasingly panic-stricken state.

I turn the corner and detect sunlight coming down the stairwell. I rapidly fin toward it. At the same time, I consciously try to slow down just a little.

I have to calm myself. Panic won’t help anyone right now. I can’t afford to use up all the oxygen that’s left in my lungs. And I don’t want them to stumble upon my drowned body.

I tell myself they’ll be ok for a couple more minutes. I just have to fetch the damned pipe. I just hope it will be sufficient enough to do the damned job.

What if it won’t be enough? Then Andria and her newfound friend will drown! I tell myself not to consider the worst possible outcome and to just fetch the damned pipe!

I emerge from the stairwell and dart toward the pilothouse, quickly finning myself through the open doorway. Sure enough, the pipes are still there. I’m relieved to find them right where I saw them last.

…until I reach down to pick one up…

Oh, SHIT!

It’s heavier than I thought it would be. I try a second, but that one’s even worse. So I go back to the first one.

I grab one end and lift it up. Then I start dragging it with me as I back out the open door. I get it out onto the deck and work it over to the stairwell.

I let it go. It makes a disturbing banging sound as it clatters down the stairwell. At least now I’ve got it down below.

I notice a distinct burn in my lungs. My chest starts to heave. Gawd; I’m running out of breath!

I fin down the stairwell and find the end of the pipe. I lift it up and start backing up toward the opening to the corridor. It’s heavy enough to keep my feet in contact with the floor of the vessel.

I frantically pull on it. I’m afraid at some point I’m going to have to let it go. Soon I’ll need to make a mad dash back to the scuba tank for another breath.

I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder. I bubbled in alarm as I cry out. My Asian friend has just scared the hell out of me with her sudden appearance.

A moment later she starts helping me pull the damned thing around the corner. Then we’re off down the corridor to the hold. She must’ve heard the banging and came to investigate.

I feel my lungs spasm more insistently. It makes me pull harder. I’m conflicted with the knowledge I need another breath from the scuba tank. In my current state I’ll probably breathe deeply, rapidly using up what little is left.

Fuck! This is going down much too fast! Ohmygawd; we’ve got to hurry!

I lose bubbles out of my mouth as we frantically pull the pipe down the passageway. My lungs heave more insistently. But I stubbornly pull on the damned thing, refusing to let go.

I’ll drown first before I let Andria suffer a similar fate! I feel a distinct arousal threatening to overwhelm me. But I can’t think about that, not right now!

The scuba tank appears, sitting up against the partly open door to the hold. My companion reaches for the hose. Then she gathers up the regulator and stuffs it into my mouth.

She’s just in time. I’m given a few refreshing puffs of air. Then I spit it back out, afraid I might be depriving Andria of what she might need.

Refreshed with a renewed burst of energy, I help her pull the pipe beyond the doorway. The other end reaches the door to the hold. Then we drop our end with a loud “CLANG”.

My partner quickly picks up the other end. She swings it over until it’s in the opening. The two of us struggle to force it through.

Beyond the door I see two sets of hands grab on. they help pull it partway inside. Maybe there’s hope after all!

Once more my dive buddy pushed the reg into my mouth. After another couple of quick, frantic puffs I shake my head… “TAKE IT OUT!” She pulls it out of my mouth and quickly sticks it in hers.

I call out to our two friends trapped inside the hold. “PULL, ANDRIA! PULL LIKE HELL!” Then I lift up our end and start to pull like crazy.

My dive partner spits out the regulator. She grabs onto the pipe and starts pulling on it with me. The two of us work like hell in a frantic effort to force the damned door open.

We each manage to lift up a finned foot. We brace ourselves against the door, desperate to release our two friends. Gawd; this has got to work!

At first it feels like nothing is happening. I start to get all sick inside. Despair wells up within me.

For a panicked moment I find myself wanting to bawl like a baby. “OHMYGAWD – NO! I DON’T WANT TO LOSE ANDRIA!” Then I hear the sound of screeching metal… of metal giving way.

Maybe?? C’mon – c’mon! Maybe??

The pipe starts to give. The door reluctantly nudges further open. My heart swells with renewed hope…

“C’MON, DAMN YOU – C’MON-C’MON-C’MON! OPEN ALREADY!!”

It creaks and groans. The door opens further. I can see it starting to wide.

Is it enough? Has it opened wide enough? Then the pipe suddenly feels heavier.

What? Have they lost it? Did they let go on purpose?

NOOOO! OHMYGAWD – DON’T GIVE UP, YOU TWO!

A moment later my dive buddy’s Asian friend starts to squirm through the opening. YES! OHMYGAWD – YES!

My lungs are on fire. I haven’t been paying attention to my growing need for air. Seeing her emerge means so much more to me.

The two of us keep on pulling on the pipe. If we stop now, Andria might not make it out alive. I burble and bubble like crazy as I strain with all my might…

C’MON, GIRLFRIEND – GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!

Andria’s head and chest emerge. But it looks like she’s struggling, trying to squeeze her way through. Ohmygawd; we didn’t get it open far enough!

C’MON, BABY; YOU CAN DO IT!

Andria suddenly squirts through the opening. A moment later my new dive buddy and I both let go of the pipe. It drops to the floor of the passageway with a loud bang.

Tears well up in my eyes; I’m on the verge of tears. Then I feel my chest spasm painfully. Shit; I’m out of breath!

My lungs are on fire as I lunge for the hose. I frantically cram the reg between my lips. I’m alarmed how hard it is to pull air into my lungs. That’s when it hits me… “Oh, shit! The damned thing is empty!!”

After getting a couple of quick puffs, I pull the reg out of my mouth. I place it in Andria’s hand, hoping there’s enough left for her and the others. Then I point at her and the reg before motioning… “Take a breath, then follow me!”

I fin down the corridor with long, smooth strokes. My heart thumps loudly in my chest. I’m out of breath, but all I feel is relief knowing they’re out of that damned hold! Now we’ve got to get the hell out of here and get to the surface fast!

I round the corner into the shadows. Then I halt, unwilling to head up by myself. I’ve got to make sure Andria’s coming too.

She emerges around the corner. I grab her arm, startling her as I push her off in the direction of the stairwell. She burbles as she gestures for me to come with her.

I wave her on ahead. Andria’s safely on her way. Now I have to make sure the others make it out.

A moment later Andria’s dive partner appears. I startle her too as I grab her arm from the shadows. Then I pull her onward before pushing her off toward the stairwell.

She sees it and nods at me. Then she makes a mad dash for it. I watch as her legs disappear out of sight.

My lungs are screaming at me. But I can’t make myself leave just yet. There’s one more; I won’t be able to live with myself until I know she’s safely out.

My sexy Asian dive buddy rounds the corner. But she’s minus the scuba tank. I realize to my utter horror that I’m now on my last breath. The next one will have to come from the surface.

As my lungs heave, she grabs MY hand. She pulls me out of the shadows towards the light of the stairwell. Then we’re out of the wreck and on our way to the surface, finning with smooth, powerful strokes.

…only now my lungs are on fire.

So is my damned pussy…

I find myself losing air like crazy. I feel like I’m getting weaker by the moment. At least I can look up and see Andria and her friend approaching the surface a few feet away from the two boats. Thankfully they’re both going to make it.

My dive partner fins hard. I can actually feel her pulling me rapidly to the surface. I try to help but I’m starting to get dizzy all over.

My legs aren’t working very well. My lungs feel like they want to explode. My body wants to inhale so fucking badly!

Air dribbles out of my nose. I fight like hell not to give in and inhale. Then it bursts out of my mouth, a small eruption of bubbles.

I’m going to inhale any second now. I’m going to drown within sight of the surface. A split-second later my damned pussy goes off.

I start convulsing and spasming a few feet from the surface. A flush of pleasure envelops me as my lungs try to suck air down my windpipe. Then my head’s out of water.

I gasp and cough like mad before sucking a huge mouthful of air down into my tortured lungs. My dive buddy helps keep my head above water. My body shudders as orgasmic aftershocks wash through me.

I weakly look all around, still coughing like crazy. I notice everyone else around me is gasping and sputtering. At least we’re all at the surface. I’m damned thankful for that!

It takes several seconds before getting fresh air into my system energizes me. Soon I’m able to tread water on my own without the aid of the woman who’s been at my side most of the time we’ve been down on the wreck. Then Andria’s right in front of me.

We hold each other tight, our words spilling out over each other as tears fill our eyes…

“You ok, babe…?” “I was so SCARED; I thought we were gonna DROWN…!” “I thought I was gonna LOSE you…!” “I thought you two were NEVER going to come…!” “What a STUPID thing to do…!” “It’s not OUR fault! The ship made a sound and then the door got jammed on us! I threw my bikini top out the door for you guys to see it!” “We TRIED the door – where the hell were you…?” “We were up at the hatch, trying to get out! I’m sorry…!” “Gawd, Andria – I’m so GLAD you’re ok…!”

We sob openly into each other’s necks. Next to us I hear in Japanese what amounts to the same type of conversation we’re just now having.

When I turn to look at them, I see they’ve stopped talking. Now they’re just crying softly as they hold onto each other. Andria and I stare at them for a long moment.

They become aware we’re looking at them. I think it embarrasses them. They push each other away, their sobs fading to sniffles.

“Thank you so much for helping me save my friend! The pipe was brilliant! I’m ashamed I did not think of it.” Her English is pretty damned good, although her accent is clearly Asian.

“No, thank you!” I reply, equally grateful. “I wouldn’t have made it had you not come and helped pull the pipe down the corridor with me.”

She smiles and nods. We all go quiet, suddenly at a loss for words. That’s when she speaks up once again.

“My name is Shiori. This is Emiko. Her name means ‘smiling child’, but I think it should be changed to ‘playful child’, considering her actions down on the wreck.”

She looks at her friend and adds, “Wouldn’t you agree?” Emiko blushes. Andria giggles like a naughty school girl. I can’t resist giving her the stink-eye.

“My name is Shelly.” Then I wrap an arm around my girlfriend’s neck.

“This is Andria. I think her name means ‘trouble-maker’. But I’ve never really looked it up…”

“HEY!”

“You guys coming aboard or not?” We all turn to see Jake at the rail of the sailboat as he leans toward us.

“Lunch is just about ready. I see you’ve met Shiori and Emiko. C’mon aboard and meet Almonte! He’s down below helping with lunch.”

I suddenly realize how famished I am. So the four of us swim toward the side of the sailboat. Our adventure on the wreck is momentarily forgotten as strong pangs of hunger set in.

2007; 2021 (written Sep 13 ’07; ed. Jan 11 ‘21 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (3)

Posted on June 25, 2023 by riwa

Coming July rewards

The 9th chapter to Chloe
The 9th chapter to Aravanna
The 9th chapter to Katia
The swimsuit
The sorority on Santamos Island
The cover
A club story
Roman coin dive
A pain in the neck – she didn’t wait for me
The dominatrix
Drowning shorts
The seductress 9 (If I can get her finished in time)

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

Mom has her hearing aid now. I can tell when she’s wearing it and when she’s not. If I can hear the TV outside her house when I arrive, she obviously has not put them in her ears yet. I would think she would wear them all the time. But that is not the case. The older she gets, the more I have to learn about her new quirks. But I’m grateful I still have her around.

It feels like spring around here, even though we’ve recently passed the first day of summer. We’ve had very few days that have reached 80 degrees. And it feels like it has rained almost every day. Some people have had a hard time getting their lawns mowed. And some lawns are under a few inches of water. They recently used a pump to drain the infield of the ball field at the school, only for yesterday’s rain to flood it all over again. So when I walk around town, I find myself checking out which lawns really need mowing, and what yards are too damp or have too much water to mow.

It’s hard to believe we’re already about to enter July. School’s been out for a month. And before you know it, fall will approach and the kids will be heading back. How did I get so old so fast? Maybe it would be better if I spent the time working on stories instead of questioning how this year is going to come to an end so fast. Thank you so much for being my patrons and for reading what I’m writing.

PS That railroad bride that collapsed is 77 miles from me. I’ve been by it many times when I was going back and forth from Idaho to visit mom.

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The Seductress 4 4.4 (48)

Posted on June 25, 2023 by riwa

PART 4

I was not in any trouble with my parents when I got home. They knew I was at the lake on a youth group outing. I did get a look from mom when I barely made it home in time for supper. But now that I was 18 and out of school, they gave me a lot more leeway.

My presence at the youth group on Sunday morning was another uncomfortable experience. Naturally, I got a lot of looks, along with a few knowing smiles. It made me wonder just how long I was going to have to endure the embarrassment of Carly having blabbed about winning her bet and taking my virginity.

Mrs. Walker saw me and smiled. She was her usual self at church. But she made no mention about our swim and alone time at the lake.

It was good to get back to work stacking hay Monday morning. By Tuesday evening, I was ready for another trip back to the lake. I was all hot and sweaty, eager for a nice, cool swim.

After supper, I let my folks know where I was going. I told them I’d be back before dark. Then I changed into a suit underneath my clothes, packed my gear, got in my car and drove off.

There were not many cars at the lake when I arrived. Thankfully, no one was parked at the inlet. At least someone had thoughtfully left the raft on the edge of the shore.

I stripped out of my clothes and grabbed my dive mask. I left a towel on the shore before pushing the raft out into the water. It had been such a hot day that the lake barely had the faintest hint of coolness to it.

My cock stiffened in my trunks as made my way out into deeper water. The dive mask sat on my head as I reached the midpoint of the inlet. There was barely a ripple on the surface, indicating the raft would probably not drift too far away once I submerged.

I pulled my mask down over my eyes. Then I took a deep breath and headed straight down. I was curious to see if I could reach the bottom this far out.

It got cooler and murkier the deeper I went. My cock was nice and hard from going so deep, and from the chill near the bottom. But I felt my lungs straining, so I turned around before touching any mud.

I chased bubbles out of my mouth until I burst up panting for breath. I waited a half minute before trying again. Then I submerged before jack-knifing downward.

This time, I was able to hold my breath longer. I pulled with my arms while kicking with my legs. It seemed like it was a long way down before I finally touched mud.

I bubbled with pride, my cock throbbing. I wondered how long I should wait before tending to my needs. Then I turned and headed back to the surface, releasing more bubbles out of my mouth.

I popped up and gasped for breath. Then I took a good look around. I heard voices toward the far end of the lake, but saw no one on the shore in my immediate vicinity.

Satisfied, I pulled my trunks down my legs. I threw them up onto the raft, where they landed with a splat. Then I filled my lungs.

I had just started to submerge when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a vehicle approaching. I was undecided whether or not I should surface and put my trunks back on. But I figured they would see my vehicle and keep going. So I decided I could risk continuing my dive to the bottom.

I took my time swimming down, wondering about the car. Where they going to stop? Sometimes people drove on by and went around to the backside of the lake. Maybe I would be left alone.

I enjoyed the swim down, releasing bubbles past my lips. It got cooler and darker the deeper I went. But I still couldn’t find the bottom.

I pulled a little harder until my hands came in contact with mud. I smiled and bubbled, pleased I’d made it all the way down. Then I just drifted there while caressing myself.

I grabbed my erection and started to stroke. Then I thought about that car again. What if they were stopping and wanted to use the raft? What if they decided to swim out and see who I was?

I thought about going for a quick release. But then I thought better of it. I felt the strain in my lungs, signaling the need to return to the surface. So I began pulling with my arms, feeling a little heavier now that I’d lost so much air and had become negatively buoyant.

It got lighter as I neared the surface. That’s when I thought I heard splashing. Somebody was coming out toward me and the raft!

I shot upward, anxious to grab my trunks and get them back on before I was discovered. I popped up gasping for breath. That’s when I saw a lone figure swimming out toward me.

I snatched my trunks and immediately submerged, frantic to pull them back on. I bubbled as I struggled with them. I finally got them pulled up my legs.

I headed up and burst up panting for breath. The individual had just reached the edge of the raft. That’s when I saw it was…

“Mrs. Walker??” That’s when I pulled my dive mask up off my eyes.

“Oh hi, Robert. I’m not intruding, am I?”

“Uh… no. I just wasn’t, uh… I wasn’t expecting you.”

“It was such a hot day that I thought I’d come out for a little swim before bedtime. I see you had the same idea.”

“Yes, I did. I’ve been stacking hay all day.”

“No wonder you wanted to come out. The water feels great; doesn’t it?”

“It feels nice, although it’s a bit warm at the surface.”

“I see you brought your dive mask. Does that mean you’ve been diving?”

“Yeah; I’ve been trying to reach the bottom.”

“Did you make it?”

“A couple of times.”

“Mind if I try?”

“Help yourself. Would you like to use my dive mask?”

“Oh, no. I haven’t worn one in a long time. I’m used to swimming without one. But thanks anyway. Be right back.”

She filled her lungs and submerged. I ducked my head under and watched as she headed down. That’s when I wished I hadn’t.

That yellow one-piece she’d worn the other day was now a two-piece. It also revealed some cleavage. And her bottoms didn’t cover all that much.

She went deeper until she disappeared from view. I watched a few bubbles come swirling upward. Then she reappeared, pulling with her arms while scissor-kicking.

I watched for as long as I dared. Then I surfaced and clung to the edge of the raft, trying to act as though I hadn’t just been staring.

She surfaced a few seconds later, panting heavily. “Missed it,” she gasped. I don’t know if she was speaking to me or just talking to herself.

“It’s pretty deep down there, Mrs. Walker. I had a hard time…”

She gave me a disapproving look. Then I remembered her first name. “Karen. I had a hard time getting down there my first time, Karen.”

“Come down with me, Robert? Maybe seeing you going for it will give me the motivation I need to push myself all the way.”

“Sure; anything you say.”

I tried not to stare as we both took deep breaths. I counted us down. Then we submerged.

I kicked as I pulled myself downward with my arms. Mrs. Walker tried to stay right with me. I slowed until she reached out and grabbed my wrist.

I pulled with one arm as she pulled with her opposite one. We both kicked hard while trying to conserve our breath. It sure felt like it was a long way down.

It got so murky that I could barely see her right next to me. She let go of my hand, making me think she was turning around. I pulled with both arms while catching a glimpse out of the corner of my eye that she was still coming down with me.

I reached out and touched bottom, although I couldn’t see it. I heard Mrs. Walker grunt, and I assumed she’d touched bottom as well. Then we both turned and headed back to the surface.

I could feel the need in my chest. But I tried to go slower so I could keep track of her progress. She lagged behind me a little, but I made sure not to lose her.

It got lighter and warmer, the closer we got. Then we burst up near the raft. We both panted loudly for breath as we swam over and clung to the edge.

“That was… I didn’t think… I was going to make it!”

“You did great, Mrs er, uh… Karen.”

“I have you to thank for it. I just barely saw you keep going, so I pushed myself. It’s a good thing the bottom wasn’t that far away, as I certainly never saw it. I only touched it.”

I nodded as I got my breath back. Mentally, I kept telling my cock to soften. I just hoped she couldn’t see my bulge.

“Can we go again, Robert? I’m curious how long I can stay down once I get down there.”

Her protruding nipples in her top distracted me until I finally stuttered, “Uh… sure; we can go again!”

“You’ll stay with me; right?”

“I’d be happy to.”

We both took long, deep breaths. Then we submerged. We both headed downward, pulling with our arms while kicking with our legs.

This time she did not hang onto me. I think she needed her arms to help with downward momentum. It was certainly easier without holding onto her hand.

We tried to take it easy swimming down without burning up our oxygen. I felt relaxed taking my time with Mrs. Walker right there next to me. It got dark and murky, but I could just make her out right beside me.

It was nice and cool when my hand finally touched bottom. My cock was stiff as a board. Then I realized I’d lost Mrs. Walker.

An arm blindly probed in my direction until it grabbed onto my shoulder. She pulled herself to me. Then we embraced.

I winced as my erection pressed up against her. I was afraid she was going to bolt or try to withdraw. Instead, she pressed up hard against me. I bubbled as she humped and grunted.

We finally let go of each other and headed back toward the surface. I saw her right beside me once the water became less murky. Then we headed upward a little faster toward the raft, chasing the bubbles we’d released.

We popped up at the surface, panting heavily for breath. We clung to the edge of the wooden structure, gasping to get our breath back. “I would have never… thought it possible!” she gasped. “That was… that was incredible!”

“Sorry, Mrs. Walker,” I blurted out. “I didn’t mean to… I mean… I didn’t…”

“Didn’t what, Robert?”

“I didn’t mean to… being at the bottom of the lake gets me excited. I didn’t mean to…”

“Oh, that,” she said with a dismissive wave. “Think nothing of it. In fact, I was kind of hoping it was me you were hard for.”

“Well, if you want to know the truth…” Then I lowered my head as my face turned crimson.

She smiled at me. “I never realized just how much I would enjoy swimming down to the bottom of this lake, Robert. Can we go again? I’d like to see if I can stay down there even longer.”

I gave her a questioning look. “What?” she asked innocently.

“Your daughter wanted to stay down longer as well.” Now I was growing suspicious.

She smiled as she told me, “I suppose I do want to see if I can make it down and hold my breath as long as she did. I hope you don’t mind. Besides, I feel safer having you down there with me.”

Maybe it was all innocent. She wasn’t like Carly, was she? “Sure, Mrs er, uh… Karen. We can go down again.”

“You say Mrs. just one more time and I’m going to make you pay. You got that?”

“Sorry.”

“Ready when you are, Robert.”

We took deep breaths until I counted us down from three. Then we submerged together. We turned and headed downward, pulling calmly with our arms while kicking with our legs.

Was it me? Or was it easier getting down with Mrs. Walker by my side? Was I trying to be competitive? Or was I just trying to make it easier on her?

It got colder and darker the farther down we went. The sun was also getting lower in the sky. That meant more shadows and an increased chill.

I was excited diving to the bottom of the lake with Mrs. Walker. As a result, my cock hadn’t softened one iota. What was I going to do if she discovered just how hard I was? Then I figured she already knew that from the last time we embraced.

It certainly seemed like it was a long way down. But I finally reached the bottom. Then I turned to look for her, only I couldn’t see her.

I groped around where I thought she might be. Had she gone back up? Then an arm found me. That’s when she pulled me to her and we embraced.

My cock was hard between us. This time I felt Mrs. Walker’s lips on mine. Instinctively, I kissed her back as she humped my bulge.

With her kissing me, it seemed like we were down even longer. She groaned into my mouth as she humped me. It made me wish I didn’t have the dive mask on my face. Next time down maybe?

She kept humping me until I thought for sure I was going to cream my trunks. I felt her tongue in my mouth as I kissed her back. Then she grunted and gurgled.

She suddenly disengaged and shot upward. I panicked as I followed her up. I chased the bubbles I released as the water got lighter and clearer.

She looked like she was panicked a little. Had I kept her down too long? Was she in trouble??

She burst up and grabbed onto the side of the raft. I burst up right next to her. She was coughing and gasping like crazy.

Immediately, I was all apologies. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Walker. I didn’t mean to keep you down so long. Are you all right?”

She gave me a stern look. That’s when she declared, “I warned you, Robert.” Then she held out her hand.

“What? I asked in confusion.

“Dive mask please.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“C’mon, c’mon; hand it over. I know you can swim down without it.”

Sheepishly, I pulled it up off my face. She took it and placed it upon the raft. Then she stuck her hand out again.

“Trunks, please.”

“Mrs. Walker, are you sure?”

“That really does it! Trunks, Robert… now!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I sheepishly reached down and worked them off my legs. Now my erection was plainly visible. There was no way to hide it from her.

She took my trunks and slapped them onto the raft. Then she reached behind herself and removed her bikini top. It came free, exposing those glorious mounds.

She slapped it onto the raft next to my trunks. Then she reached down again. Uh – oh; was she really going to…?

To my surprise, she slapped her bottoms up onto the raft. Then she gave me a stern look. “Carly tells me you know how to lick pussy at the bottom of the lake. So now you’re going to lick mine as punishment for calling me Mrs. all the time. That’ll teach you not to be so formal around me. You got it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. “Robert? Please don’t make me feel old.”

“Sorry… Karen.”

“Now we go again. I want us to stay on the bottom for as long as possible. You know what to do; right?”

“Yes, ma-er, uh… right.”

My heart was hammering a mile a minute as we filled our lungs. Then we submerged together. I tried to calm the wild beating in my chest as we worked our way back down.

I found the mud, and Karen found me. This time, she pulled me close before mashing her crotch against my face. I dutifully stock my tongue out and began to lick.

It was hard to see anything at all. But it was certainly easy to apply my tongue when she had my head locked between her thighs. I tasted lake water along with the distinct flavor of a woman’s slit. It was similar to the way her daughter had tasted.

I heard a groan, followed by a release of bubbles. She ground her crotch hard against my mouth. I licked, tongued and nibbled, remembering my lessons from Carly.

I felt like I needed to go back up. And I figured she needed to go up soon. But she stayed down, humping and grinding against my face.

I detected a bubbly cry as she stiffened even more. Then she shuddered right there on the bottom. A moment later, she seemed to relax.

My lungs heaved in my chest. Instinctively, I grabbed her around the waist. Then I started back up, pulling her along with me.

She didn’t kick very much. And she was very little help with her arms, at least at first. That’s when I began to get concerned.

It was hard getting her back to the surface. She finally began to offer some help as it got lighter and warmer. My lungs were on fire.

We reached the surface and burst up near the raft. We both panted quietly for breath. For a moment, Mrs. Walker seemed subdued.

I was concerned as I asked, “You ok… Karen?”

“I’m… I’m just… let me get my breath back, Robert.”

We were at the raft for a couple of minutes until she seemed to regain her composure. Then she looked me right in the eye. “Ok, Robert. One last trip back down.”

I gulped, “Are you sure?” I was concerned she might have swallowed water or something.

“I’m sure. One more time, if you don’t mind.” Then she looked up at the darkening sky before adding, “And then I think we’d better call it a night.”

One last time? I figured I could handle that. I was just glad she was acknowledging the lateness of the hour.

I nodded as I began taking long, deep breaths. She breathed deeply right along with me. All I could do was wonder what other kind of punishment I was in for if she wanted to go back down one last time.

We filled our lungs before submerging. Then we both headed down toward the bottom of the lake. It was definitely getting cooler and darker.

I was pretty confident we would be able to find the bottom. We’d done it often enough that it was well within our abilities. Then I touched the muddy soil with my outstretched hand.

Mrs. Walker reached out for me, fumbling around until she got a good hold. She felt her way down until her hand grabbed my erection. A moment later, I felt her wrap her lips around my quivering shaft.

I groaned and trembled. Amazingly, she took me deeper. Then she cupped my balls.

Oh my gawd! Was she really blowing me at the bottom of the lake?? I couldn’t believe it!!

I let out a grunt as I stiffened in her mouth. We hadn’t been down very long. But it wasn’t going to take long, as there was no way I was going to be able to hold it back.

I shot a load into her mouth, followed by another. I simply could not stop spurting. She hungrily gulped me down, massaging my cock with her mouth while totally milking me dry. I kept thrusting and spurting until nothing more was forthcoming.

I felt her climb up my body. She gave me a long, lingering kiss while we were still down on the bottom. Then I felt her chest heave, triggering her sudden departure.

I was right behind her, the two of us racing back to the surface. We weren’t down long, although it sure seemed as though my lungs were empty. Then we both burst up gasping loudly for breath.

“That was a hell of a load, Robert. Carly said you like to come out here and masturbate. Was that your first or second load?”

“I didn’t get the chance to cum before you got here… Karen.”

“I’m glad, Robert. You deserved that, especially after what you did to me down there with your tongue. I think I swallowed most of your load.”

I immediately felt a little guilty. Then I noticed the long shadows from the trees. I looked all around before I started to say, “Maybe we’d better…”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” she finished with a smile.

We swam the raft into shore. There was no one around, allowing us to put our suits back on. Then we dried ourselves off with our towels.

She pressed up against me, giving me a long, soulful kiss. “I’m so glad I came out here and found you, Robert. I feel much better now. Tonight, I think I’m going to sleep just fine.”

I had a fleeting thought about her husband, and it made me feel even guiltier. But I didn’t say anything. Besides, she was the one who’d come onto me, although I was just as at fault as she was.

I walked her to her car. She thanked me again. Then she got in and started up the engine. She had it turned around and was heading off by the time I’d crawled into mine.

2022 (written Jul 5 ’22 by riwa. Illustrations generously created by JustPaul.)

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Girl’s night out 4 4.5 (73)

Posted on June 20, 2023 by riwa

“Maybe she’d like to try it out?”

I look up in shock at the handler who’s grinning lewdly at me. The blonde murmurs something about how hard I might cum. Amber looks up at me from her position on the floor and smiles tiredly as she tells me, “I’d love to see you try it. I bet you’d cum so fucking hard!”

My brunette companion looks at me with a sly smile. “Oh, I don’t know,” I tell her uncertainly.

“You did show a curiosity as to how it worked,” the handler observes thoughtfully.

“But I’m soaked! I need to clean up.”

“We’ll clean you up later.”

“I don’t want my ass impaled!”

“We’ll stick it in your pussy then. It won’t hurt a bit.” That’s when the handler rises up and comes over to me.

I shake my head in protest. “I, uh… I should go find my family. They’re uh… they’re probably wondering where I am.”

“I’m sure you’ll catch up to them once the hangings start.”

The handler suddenly grabs one arm. My brunette companion grabs the other. She smiles as she tells me, “You did show some curiosity as to how it works; am I right?”

Part 4

I shake my head as I tell them, “No, really… I’m all right… I don’t need to find out…”

“C’mon,” the brunette tells me with more enthusiasm than I’m comfortable with. “The more I get to know you, the more I suspect you’re really going to love it.”

“No, really… I don’t think I want… what are you doing – WAIT!”

They grab both arms until I’m slowly forced down onto the metal post. It fully fills my pussy. I’m ashamed how much I’m dripping from a fearful excitement. It’s embarrassing to know they all can see how aroused I’ve become.

Amber licks her lips and watches as she kneels nearby. Leeza tries to reassure me as she works to attach one of my wrists to the cuff on one side of the post. My brunette companion smiles as she locks my other wrist into place.

“No; wait! NOO!” But it’s too late.

I sit there panting like crazy, my cunt full and throbbing. My nipples protrude out of my boobs. I can’t believe the situation I now find myself in!

“Comfy?” the brunette coos at me as she lightly brushes my face.

“N-not really.”

She chuckles as she leans close and kisses me. The blonde also gets close and starts to touch me all over. Amber in her purple hair just watches me from her position on the floor, her eyes flashing with excitement as she purrs, “I think we got a newbie here. But that’s ok. Now we’re going to break her in.”

The brunette tells her, “Oh, we had some fun in the big mattress room. But I suspect this is her first time on something like the garrote post.”

“I’m not s-sure I want to do this,” I stammer nervously.

“Oh don’t worry,” Amber laughs. “You’re perfectly safe with us. At least I think so.”

“Maybe we should start with the bag,” my brunette escort suggests.

She grins over at Dylan who still sits attached to her post. She is catching her breath with her bag temporarily removed. Jenna is being released from her post while the fourth garrote device now sits empty for the moment. I must have missed them leaving.

Leeza produces a bag and grins at me. “Don’t worry. We’ll go easy on you to start with.”

“But what about m-my family?”

“I’m sure we’ll get you back to them in time before the hangings commence.” Then she steps behind me before slowly pulling the bag down over my head.

“I’m n-not sure I want this,” I tell my brunette escort.

“You’ll be fine,” she tells me as she caresses my heaving breasts. “Just enjoy the experience. You’re with friends here.”

“But I h-hardly know any of you!”

“Then allow me introduce myself,” the purple-haired Amber says.

She moves in close and starts licking my dripping slit from her knees, paying attention to my swollen nub as the post fills me. I want to protest. But my body responds with erotic jolts of pleasure that shoot through me as the blonde starts licking one of my erect nipples.

The brunette smiles as the bag comes down over my head. Leeza chuckles as she gently squeezes my neck, almost sealing it. “I won’t secure it just yet,” she says from behind me. “I’ll just give her a little squeeze is all.”

I feel fingers seal the bad in place as they tighten around my throat. I pant harder as Amber really works my dripping slit with her tongue. The blonde simply won’t stop sucking on my nipples.

It feels uncomfortable the way I’m being gently choked. It doesn’t really affect my breathing. What does affect it is the way the bag starts to deflate with each breath I take.

My breath becomes stale; I keep breathing the same air. I begin to inhale deeper as panic surges through me. My body responds with a terrible fire of arousal.

“You see?” the brunette says as she leans closer. “Isn’t it erotic? Isn’t it exciting, not being able to breathe as us bitches tend to your sexual needs?”

I pant for breath as I start to panic. I cry out as I try to shake my head. Leeza suddenly releases my neck before pulling the bag up off my head.

I pant like crazy as I try to catch my breath. Next to me I can see Dylan looking at me with lustful excitement. The handler behind her has a bag for her at the ready.

Amber pulls away to catch her breath. She tells everyone, “I think she wants to cum.” I shake my head as I tell her, “No, I don’t.”

There are good-natured chuckles as the bag comes back down over my head. I see Dylan’s bag come down over hers as well. We stare at each other as hands wrap around our throats, preventing our bags from receiving fresh air.

I shake my head as I mutter something about not being sure I want to go through with all this. My brunette escort tells me I’ll be just fine. Then she kisses me through the plastic.

I gasp and moan as Amber licks my swollen nub. The blonde continues sucking on a nipple while caressing a breast. The brunette fondles my other boob as she kisses me harder.

The bag starts to inflate and deflate with each breath I take. My eyes widen as I look over at Dylan. Her bag inflates and deflates just like mine, her expression mirroring my own.

My panic increases; I cannot catch my breath. Dylan begins to struggle against the post she’s secured to. I can’t free my arms as the metal post fills me to the point of sweet agony.

I try to cry out; gawd, I don’t want this! Dylan begins to shake on her post as the bag collapses against her face. She even sucks some of it into her mouth as she tries to breathe.

I try to scream as I struggle to inhale. But I cannot get any air in or out of my lungs. The brunette kisses me hard through the plastic clinging to my face despite the fear that grips me.

It hits so hard that I squirt orgasmically into Amber’s face. I shudder intensely as I struggle to get a single, solitary breath. Dylan looks as though she’s in agony over on her post. Then both our bags are lifted up over our heads.

I pant like crazy as I struggle to get my breath back. The brunette smiles as she tells me how hot it was watching me cum while I was unable to breathe. Then our lips lock once more.

I can’t believe how hard I climaxed! I feel minor aftershocks as she kisses me again. The fear subsides, replaced by the arousal I receive from the lips of another woman.

The brunette pulls away. For a moment the blonde and purple-hair stop what they’re doing. I’m allowed to pant heavily in order to catch my breath.

“Now do you see?” I hear Leeza chuckle as she stands behind me. “This room may not be as comfortable, considering all you have to sit upon. But the orgasms in here can be pretty intense. You came just as hard as some of the other sexy bitches I’ve seen in here.”

“Was that so bad?” the brunette askes as she brushes a reassuring hand over my bare skin.

“Not so bad,” I confess timidly. I hate admitting that to anyone. Being allowed to breathe now while looking back upon the event as though in a rear view mirror makes it seem as though it wasn’t quite so frightening.

“Perhaps she’d like the hands-on approach,” Amber suggests as she rises to her feet. She climbs into my lap, taking over from the blonde. Then she rubs and caresses my tits.

She suddenly reaches out, grabs my neck with both hands and starts to squeeze. “Wait!” I rasp as she rocks in my lap. She squeezes harder as her face draws near. Then she tenderly kisses my lips.

No… wait… NO! My mind cries out as she squeezes harder. Then she forces my lips apart, plunging her tongue deep inside my mouth.

I struggle as I try to break free. The post fills my pussy as though I’m riding a cold, thick erection. She tongue-fucks my mouth until I shudder from another shameful orgasm. Where the hell is my sister? Where the hell is Cassandra??

I’m disoriented, on the verge of passing out, when she lets go. She pulls away and smiles as though she’s just done something very naughty. To my left I see Dylan panting as though she’s recently been deprived of air as well.

“Damn!” the blonde observes. “She just came again! I think we’ve got a real gasper on our hands!”

“Aren’t we all?” Amber asks with a sly grin.

The blonde acknowledges her as she adds, “Well… some of us more than others.”

“Time to add another post,” Leeza whispers into my ear from behind me. It’s loud enough for the others to hear.

“Change posts?” I stammer uncertainly.

I sense movement from behind me. A moment later I feel another post rising up. It presses against my anus before slowly pushing its way inside.

“No!” I pant as I wriggle where I sit. “Wait! I don’t want…”

“Relax,” Amber purrs. Then her fingers wrap around my neck again as she kisses me deeply.

Out of the corner of my eye I see hands wrap around Dylan’s neck as well. She rasps as she begins to struggle. Is she impaled in both holes the same as I?

I shudder as Amber kisses me hard. Both metal posts fill my holes. It’s uncomfortable as hell, yet perversely arousing.

Amber pulls away, removing her hands so I can breathe again. I notice Dylan getting a similar reprieve. Then a rope comes down over my head.

I feel it tighten against my neck. My eyes open wide in alarm. “Now it’s time for you to try the garrote,” my brunette escort observes, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I’m n-not sure about this,” I stammer as I see Dylan get a rope around her throat as well.

“Too late to back out now,” Amber chuckles. Then she starts to ride me as the rope slowly tightens.

“Wait!” I rasp. “Wait; I’m not ready!”

“No one ever is,” the blonde chuckles. The brunette just smiles knowingly at me.

“No… wait… I’m – arrghh…”

The words are strangled out of me as the rope tightens. Nearby I can see Dylan suffering in a similar manner on her own post. It’s as though her handler is putting her through the exact same thing I’m experiencing.

Is it to let me know I’m not suffering alone? Or is the naked bitch standing behind her simply enjoying making her suffer the way I am?

The rope becomes uncomfortably tight. I struggle to pull air down my windpipe. I cannot keep from wriggling and struggling against the post I’m secured against.

My eyes widen in growing terror. If they’re not careful, they could actually kill me right here and now! The thought both frightens and arouses me.

Amber leans in and kisses me deeply. My lips are forced open by the rope around my neck. Her tongue plunges in and rapes my oral cavity.

I writhe in breathless agony. My strangulation sends a terrible fire down to my crotch. Then I shudder in orgasm once more, my cunt spewing its contents onto the floor.

Out of the corner of my eye I see poor Dylan thrashing about on her post. Her face has gone a dark shade of red. Is that what my face looks like?

The rope suddenly relaxes around my throat. I pant wildly for breath. Then I feel the post in my pussy retract until there’s a vacancy, an emptiness that feels strangely disappointing.

Amber climbs off my lap. The blonde moves in and starts in on a nipple again. My brunette escort pants, “So fucking hot” as she comes close.

She reaches down and fingers my wet cunt. I cannot keep from clenching around her wriggling digits as I whimper and moan. Then she moves in and kisses me while fingering me.

The rope tightens again. I try to shake my head. She kisses me harder as she fingers me more aggressively.

I feel myself clench around her thrusting digits. The garrote takes my breath away. Then I’m shuddering again as intense pleasure flows through me. How many more of these can I endure??

“So there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you! I had no idea you wanted to try out this room! Had I known, I would have brought you in here myself!”

The rope loosens around my neck, leaving me panting like crazy. I look up as everybody turns to look. My sister Cassandra stands naked in the doorway.

She comes right in and walks up to where I’m secured. “How did you manage it?” she asks everyone. “How did you get her to climb on and go for a ride?”

The blonde smiles back at her as she replies, “She was watching the others in here and wanted to try it out for herself.”

“Is that so?” My sister gives me a sly grin.

I shake my head as I try to explain that it wasn’t like that at all. It was not such a voluntary proposition. I was all but forced.

Cassie interrupts me with a dismissive wave. “I bring my sister to girl’s night out, and she’s already getting carried away? I should have included you in our breathless family fun years ago.”

The brunette pulls her fingers out of my pussy. Cassie smiles as she tells her, “Oh, don’t stop on my account.”

“I’m not. I just figured you might want to have a turn.”

“Well, if you insist. Don’t mind if I do.”

Cassie much too eagerly kneels right in front of me. She sticks a couple of fingers inside my well-lubricated slit. Her other hand reaches out and gropes one of my breasts.

I try to resist, but it’s useless. My body betrays me as I writhe in response. A low moan slips out past my lips.

She grins as she asks, “You like that, sis?”

“Where are the others?” I gasp, trying to distract her by changing the subject.

“Maybe you need a little more stimulation,” she says, ignoring my question.

She nods her head in my direction… no, in the direction of Leeza who must be standing somewhere behind me. A moment later the coil tightens around my throat. I rasp as I start to stiffen.

“Is that better, sis?” she asks with a mischievous grin. Then she fingers me harder. I’m embarrassed as hell, while at the same time feeling so shamefully aroused.

“Carrie’s going to be so disappointed when she learns what she missed. What’s the matter? Can’t speak right now? Cat got your tongue?”

I rasp as I try to get a word out. I begin to shake in place as my arms jerk against the cuffs holding me to the post. I can’t rise up; I can’t push her away; and I can’t climb off the metal post up my ass!

Cassie finger-fucks me harder. She seems amused, even aroused at my dilemma. I can’t believe she’s taking advantage of me like this!

She pulls her fingers out. The rope loosens from around my neck as though she and Leeza have communicated something non-verbally. Then she climbs into my lap.

“You know, sis? You look so incredibly sexy when you’re strangling.”

“Maybe we should go look f-for the others?”

“Oh, they’ll keep.” Then with a nod from her, the rope around my neck tightens again.

Cassie starts riding me as I rasp for breath. I try to shake my head. I’m filled with a sense of fear as well as a shameful arousal. My sister wouldn’t… would she??

The rope tightens. Her hands grope and fondle my breasts. I writhe in the chair, helpless and breathless.

My eyes widen as my tongue slowly protrudes of its own accord. Cassie leans in and gently kisses it. That’s when I begin to shudder in orgasm.

My vision starts to blur. I feel myself panicking despite the forced pleasure. Then Cassie is all over my mouth, kissing me hungrily.

I’m almost on the verge of blacking out when the rope loosens. Cassie pulls back as she grins at me. “Damn, sis. That was so fucking hot.”

“You should see what she does when she’s bagged.”

I look at the blonde in horror. “Great idea!” Cassie says. That’s when I hear a flapping sound behind me as though Leeza is still back there getting one ready.

“Don’t you need to go f-find Carrie and her lover?”

“Not really. I’m sure they’re just fine. Besides, I’m having a lot more fun in here with you, sis.”

The bag is abruptly pulled down over my head from behind. I start to panic as Cassie tucks it under the rope around my neck. Then the garrote tightens.

I happen to glance over at Dylan. The bag is back over her head as well. Her eyes are open wide, just like mine.

I want to tell my sister I’ll help her go find the others. Then I start breathing my expelled breath. It makes me become dizzy.

Cassandra gropes my boobs again. By now Amber and the blond have moved over to “assist” poor Dylan. Purple-hair kneels between her legs and starts to eat her out as the blond licks on one of her nipples.

The bag starts to deflate, clinging tighter and tighter to my face. Cassie kisses my lips hard through the plastic. My chest heaves more and more as I struggle to get a decent breath of air down my windpipe.

She rides me as I struggle in the chair. My mind screams, “CASSANDRA, DON’T KILL ME! FOR GAWD’S SAKE, DON’T KILL ME!” Then I’m sucking the bag into my mouth, my chest heaving as my lungs scream for my next breath.

I suddenly go into serious convulsions. At the same time I feel a massive orgasm overwhelm me. It batters me senseless as consciousness abruptly shuts down.

2021 (written for Carrie Jan 14 ’21 by riwa)

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Apnea Girl and the Wheel 4.3 (29)

Posted on June 15, 2023 by riwa

On Maui, Judy Spencer comes across a Hawaiian beauty named Maria Palakiko. Sharing their mutual interests leads to an interesting discovery. Maria is the director of the Erotic Apnea Academy on a huge tropical estate. And the first thing Maria introduces Judy to is the wheel.

Judy Spencer (aka Apnea Girl) looked at it with a great deal of interest. It was an elongated X attached to an interior section of the pool. It was intended to keep the occupant locked in by the arms and legs for the duration of the “ride”.

“What do you think?” Maria Palakiko asked with a wave of her hand.

“Have you ever been on it?” Judy wanted to know as she stared at it.

“Plenty of times. We use it to teach trust and endurance here in our shallow training pool.”

“It looks… it looks like…” Judy was already trying to imagine what it would be like to hold her breath on the damned thing.

“So what do you think?” the director asked.

“What are the orgasms like?”

“At least we know where your mind is,” Maria chuckled. “I can tell you I’ve had my share on the wheel; that’s for sure.”

“Looks like fun,” Judy admitted. “You think I could…? I mean… I don’t have to be a member of your academy to try it out, do I?”

Maria chuckled. “As director, it’s at my discretion as to who I permit to ride it. Our little swim together a while ago indicates you can probably handle it better than many of our academy students.”

“So it’s ok if I take it for a spin?” Judy winced before laughing at her unintended pun.

Maria chuckled. Then she gestured grandly. “After you, my dear. However, there is one caveat.”

“Oh. And what is that?”

“You’ll have to ride it topless.”

“Topless?” Judy repeated curiously.

“Director’s discretion,” Maria replied with a knowing grin. “Or you can call it ‘director’s privilege’.”

Judy smiled at her as she reached back to unhook her top. “I think I can accommodate that request. Besides, you’ve already seen my tits during our swim.”

“Which is why I want to see them again,” Maria laughed.

They waded down into the water. Judy realized the term “shallow” was not entirely accurate. It wasn’t deep, but she certainly had to tread water just to keep her head right there at the surface.

Maria proceeded to strap her in. Judy was locked in at her wrists. Then Maria had to submerge to secure each ankle.

Once she was locked in, Judy found herself feeling vulnerable and helpless. It was definitely an erotic experience. But it was also more than a little unsettling.

“Wow, uh… this is… this is different.”

“Having second thoughts?” Maria asked curiously.

“Well… I’m already locked in and all stretched out. It’s ok, I guess. However, it does take some, uh… some getting used to.”

“Fair enough,” Maria replied. “But if you think that’s bad, imagine getting used to it while standing on your head holding your breath. Think you can handle that?”

Judy gave Maria a nervous look. “Well… it’s not that I can’t handle it. It’s just that I’m, uh… well, let’s just say I’m not in the mood for drowning today.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Maria replied with a wicked laugh. “All comfy now?”

“’Comfy isn’t the word I’d use. But I guess I’ll manage.”

“You sure?” Maria asked, taking advantage of Judy’s helplessness by rubbing her breasts.

Apnea Girl let out a moan. Then Maria reached down and rubbed her crotch. Judy started to protest, but it didn’t do her any good.

“What are you do-mmmph.”

Maria kissed her passionately. Then she pulled away. “I get to do that with my students, you know. Director’s…”

“I know – I know; ‘director’s privilege’,” Judy interrupted. Then she smiled bashfully as she told her, “I don’t mind at all.”

“I suspected as much. You have no idea how much I enjoy putting students through their paces on the wheel here.” Then she turned to get out of the water.

Judy was alarmed. “Wait a minute. Where are you going? Aren’t you going to turn the wheel now? You’re not just going to leave me here, are you?”

Maria paused to look back at her. “Relax. I’m just climbing out of the pool to go set the controls for operation on ‘manual’.”

“Manual?” Judy replied dubiously.

“’Director’s privilege’, remember? In this case, I think I want to control just how long I leave you under.” Then she gave her a sly smile.

“You’ll have to forgive me, Judy. But I’m getting quite aroused just thinking about this. Don’t go anywhere; I’ll be right back.”

“Go anywhere?” Judy replied sarcastically. “Where do you think I can go, all stretched out like this?”

Maria laughed as she got out of the water. Judy could not turn her head far enough to see where the director had gone. All she could do was question whether or not this had been such a good idea to ride the wheel to begin with.

She thought about her casual drowning comment and the director’s reply. She wasn’t risking more than straining lungs here, was she? She had to admit she’d only known the director for a couple hours after their encounter and swim in the waters off the island.

She could already feel tingles developing. Soon she would be holding her breath upside down. Judy suspected she was probably going to experience quite the orgasm.

When Maria returned, Judy discovered the director was already topless. It was a turn-on being secured and exposed while also observing Maria’s erect nipples, indicating her arousal as well. But she was having a few more misgivings now.

The director sat down on the edge of the pool. Then she reached out and grabbed the wheel. “Ok, Sweetie. Ready to take it for a spin like you said?” She couldn’t resist, and she chuckled at the unease in Judy’s features.

“Relax. The first one will be just a warm-up; ok?”

“First one? Warm-up?”

“You’ll want to ride it more than once, won’t you?”

“I, uh… I suppose so.” Now Judy was becoming even more nervous. But it didn’t diminish her arousal factor in the slightest.

“I’m going to spin you upside down now. But don’t worry. I’m only going to leave you standing on your head for, oh… I’d say three minutes is a good starting point; wouldn’t you?” Maria even held out three fingers for emphasis.

“Three minutes?” Judy gasped in alarm.

“You got a problem with that? During our swim, you indicated you were quite good at holding your breath.”

“N-no; that’s a good starting time for me. I can do that.”

Inwardly, Judy wasn’t sure whether or not she’d just lied to Maria. Up ‘til now, three minutes was just about her maximum limit. But she didn’t want to explain that to the academy director and risk disappointing her.

She told herself everything was going to be all right. Besides, she wanted to prove herself to Maria. She certainly didn’t deserve the name “Apnea Girl” if she couldn’t hold her breath; right?

“Deep breath, sweetie. I’m so looking forward to this.” Then Maria grabbed onto the wheel.

Judy inhaled sharply. Then the wheel was slowly spun. A moment later, she found herself standing on her head in the training pool.

Her sinuses stung right away. But she forced herself to quickly adapt, being as how she didn’t have much choice in the matter. Again, she wanted to prove herself to the director, even though she wasn’t officially one of her students.

Judy Spencer still had some misgivings. But as the seconds ticked away, she was able to calm down and enjoy the moment. But her level of sexual excitement understandably intensified.

She closed her eyes and settled in for a rather long first attempt. The longer she was upside down holding her breath, the more aroused she became. It was certainly a challenge with water up her nose. But she was already getting used to the sting of her sinuses.

This wasn’t bad at all! In fact, it was downright erotic. Her lady parts were really tingling!

Judy Spencer was usually able to discern how long she’d been holding her breath underwater. She’d done it so many times before that it was becoming second nature to her. She could tell by the growing strain in her lungs that she was well into her second minute.

It felt pleasurable. Her chest was now beginning to heave with aching lungs. But her pussy was also aching for that release she usually experienced while holding her breath.

Judy felt the wheel swing her back up. Her head emerged and she gasped for breath. Maria was smiling at her.

“How was that for a first time?”

“Quite tingly,” Judy replied with a knowing grin. “Was that three minutes?”

“I pulled you up a little early when I saw your chest heaving. ‘Director’s privilege’, remember? However, I can’t guarantee I’ll be as merciful the next time you’re down there.” Then she gave Judy a wicked smile as she asked, “Ready to go again?”

Apnea Girl hadn’t experienced her orgasm yet, although she’d come close that time. She probably needed to be kept down longer to achieve her objective. After all, the best orgasms were the ones where her lungs were on fire; right?

“I’m ready,” Judy nodded. This time she wanted that orgasm.

“Take a deep breath.” In response, Judy dutifully filled her lungs. A moment later, Maria spun her around until she was standing on her head again.

Apnea Girl settled in for a longer one. She suspected the director was going to push her limits on this one. But she planned on enjoying a nice orgasm before being brought back up.

She closed her eyes again as the tingles returned in a rush. Her nipples were nice and hard. This time, she was definitely going to experience that orgasm.

Up at the surface, Maria reached under her bikini bottoms and fingered herself as she watched Judy. This time, she was going to push her “student”. Judy Spencer seemed like a prime candidate for her academy.

How long could this sexy young woman hold her breath? The wheel was certainly a good way to find out. Maria was looking forward to this.

It felt like she’d easily passed two minutes. But Judy couldn’t keep from wriggling a little. If her hands would have been free, she probably would be furiously fingering herself by now.

She could feel it coming on strong. This one was going to be intense. She could only hope the director was keeping a close eye on her.

The strain in her lungs intensified. Judy began to struggle. Damn; was she at three minutes yet?

How soon before she would be allowed back up? How long would the director push her limits? Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Up at the surface, Maria rubbed herself under her bottoms again. It was arousing as hell! She had a hand on the wheel, ready to spin Judy back to the surface. But she just couldn’t resist keeping her down a few seconds longer… and a few more after that… and then a few more…

Judy’s eyes opened wide. Her chest heaved as her breasts wobbled from each convulsion. The strain in her lungs was incredible!

How long was the director going to keep her down? She wasn’t going to drown her, was she? What if she’d fallen into a sadistic trap?? The thought was so exciting that it added to the arousal she was experiencing.

She abruptly shuddered in orgasm as her lungs opened up. Her breath spewed away, frothing to the surface. A moment later she felt the wheel swing her around until her head emerged up out of the water.

She turned to look at the director while coughing and panting like crazy. Maria was all smiles. “Enjoy yourself, sweetie?”

“Not as much… as I think you enjoyed… watching me,” Judy gasped.

“You got your reward out of it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did,” Apnea Girl admitted. “That one was pretty intense.”

“Not as intense as the next one will be, I’ll bet.”

“Next one?”

“Third time’s a charm, right?”

Judy felt an erotic jolt as she asked, “You’re not going to drown me, are you?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

“The way I see it, you’re in no position to make any demands on the director of this fine academy; am I right? If you didn’t want to risk drowning, you shouldn’t have gotten into the water with me in the first place.”

“Um… then maybe two rounds are enough to satisfy me.”

“But what about me, sweetie? You’ve got to satisfy the director or the session with the wheel’s a failure. Ready for some lung-bustin’ fun?”

Judy looked into Maria’s eyes and gasped in alarm. She wasn’t sure she was comfortable with what she saw there. That’s when the director told her, “Let’s see how long you can ride the wheel this time, sweetie.”

Judy thought about putting up a protest. But what good would it do? That’s when she inhaled deeply.

“Prepare for a long one, sweetie.” Then Maria spun her until she was standing on her head again. Bubbles trickled out of her nose.

Judy closed her eyes and settled in. She told herself she could do this. She could handle anything the director threw at her.

But what if Maria liked drowning her students? She wouldn’t do that to her, would she? Judy suspected she would soon find out, one way or the other.

Up at the surface, Maria went back to rubbing herself under her bikini bottoms. She believed Judy Spencer was capable of pushing herself under the right circumstances. And those circumstances were certainly about to present themselves.

Apnea Girl blew right through one minute without the slightest hesitation. She calmly went right past two without even working up a sweat. By two-thirty, she was still doing fine, although she was starting to feel it in her chest. It was only a little after three minutes that her lungs began to complain.

She glanced up toward the surface. Maria didn’t even have a hand on the wheel. Instead, she was masturbating openly as she watched her like a hawk.

Being observed like that was a real turn-on. But her lungs were burning now. She could feel an orgasm coming on strong.

Her breasts wobbled as her chest began to heave. The director kept staring down at her while rubbing and fingering herself. Maria didn’t look like she was the least bit interested in getting ready to swing her around and back to the surface.

What if she really was going to let her drown?? What if the director enjoyed watching her students flood their lungs? What if she’d been lured into a trap??

Up at the surface, Maria was going crazy at the sight of her “student” struggling to hold her breath. She rubbed herself harder as she mentally urged Judy to put on a great show for her… ‘Just a little longer, sweetie… you’re lookin’ good… (oh gawd; she looks so hot down there)… You’re doing great… just a few seconds more… (so hot-so hot… oh-oh; just look at her)… just another couple of seconds, sweetie… (yeah; gawd yeah!)’

Judy’s lungs were on fire. She didn’t think she could hold out any longer. But she had no choice.

Her chest heaved ominously as bubbles started trickling out of her nose. Her pussy was on fire. She could feel it swelling within her, but now she was concerned she might drown in the midst of the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced…

‘No – no – fuck no – oh gawd; here it cums… is she watching… oh gawd – oh gawd – oh FUUUUUUUCK!’

Judy’s breath spewed out of her mouth as she shuddered hard. She humped like crazy as a massive orgasm enveloped her. It was more intense than any she’d ever experienced before.

Up at the surface, Maria cried out from an orgasm of her own… “Oh, yes… Gawd, yes… I just love to watch them bubble… I’M CUMMMINNNGGGG!”

It felt as though she was never going to stop cumming. Her lungs heaved painfully in her chest. Judy was still upside down; Maria had not spun her back up yet.

Then the bubbles stopped. Her lungs were empty. Gawd; that bitch really was going to drown her! And with that, she inadvertently swallowed a little water before she started to pass out.

Up at the surface, Maria cruelly waited until the very last bubble slipped past Judy’s lips. Then she grabbed the wheel and spun it around. Judy’s head came up, only for it to lifelessly hang forward.

Maria anxiously jumped into the water. Then she started slapping Judy’s face. “C’mon, honey; breathe for me! I’m not ready for you to drown just yet.”

For a moment, there was no response. Then Judy coughed up moisture before lifting her head up. She gasped and wheezed like crazy, amazed she hadn’t swallowed more water than that.

“You ok, honey?”

“You crazy bitch!” Judy sputtered. “You nearly drowned me!” She coughed a couple more times until she was left panting heavily for breath.

“Now for the $64 dollar question,” Maria told her. “Did you cum down there?”

Judy wanted to glare daggers at her. But she just couldn’t make herself do it. Besides, her body was thrumming with aftershocks.

“That last one was really intense,” she admitted.

Maria smiled at her. “I’m not surprised. I told you we use the wheel to teach trust and endurance. Maybe I should have told you our first lesson here at the academy is: never trust your lover if she’s got you underwater.”

“That certainly would have been good to know before you put me on this wheel.”

“Why do you think I didn’t say anything? Besides, as far as your endurance goes? You managed a healthy four-thirty before you lost it. So I’d say you learned your lessons well. Now let’s get you off this thing, shall we?”

Judy was not angry, now that her heartrate had returned to normal. She told the director, “Since I met you, I’ve had several orgasms. And I’ve increased my breath-hold ability by fifty percent. Hard to argue with results like that.”

“Good,” Maria replied as she reached out to caress a tempting breast hanging within reach.

“I do have one more question though,” Judy added. “Just who wrote your training manual? Adolph Hitler?”

Maria laughed before she submerged to free Judy’s ankles. Then she came up to free the secured wrists. Judy Spencer was, once again, a “freed” woman.

Maria told her, “Hitler was a sissy in comparison to the people I trained with originally. They call themselves the ‘Sea Birds’. Their methods may seem a bit sadistic at times. But they sure get the job done. So did I get the job done with you?”

Before receiving an answer, Maria embraced her companion, seductively lifting a knee into Apnea Girl’s crotch. Judy smiled as she replied, “I have no complaints.”

Maria laughed, wondering how much longer she would be allowed to entertain this enticing young woman before Judy Spencer would have to be moving along.

2022 (written Mar 26 ’22 by riwa)

(An adaptation, and Inspired by, JustPaul’s comic. Renders courtesy of JustPaul.)

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DLW and daughter at the Snuff Club 4.5 (67)

Posted on June 10, 2023 by riwa

I’m one of those, what you would call, a DLW. You might think that means I’m a dirty little whore. That’s not the case, although that may not be that far off. I see myself more as a double-life woman.

My husband is a good provider. But something has been missing from our sex life for quite a while. It’s still good, but it’s not quite enough for me.

Originally, I worked at a casino before I met Bob. I met the occasional customer who got me wet enough for us to go somewhere private and get it on. I didn’t do it very often. But every once in a while I needed something more than just vanilla sex.

Bob let me continue working there after we were married. I thought he would be enough for me, and for a while I was happy. But eventually, I just had to scratch that itch.

When we had my daughter Darla, he wanted me to stay home and be a mother to her. I reluctantly agreed. Besides, I was determined to settle down and be a good wife and mother.

Thing is, Darla’s not my husband’s daughter. I had a slip-up at the casino, and I allowed a guy to fuck me raw. Concerned I could get pregnant, I went home and ravaged my husband.

When she was born, I could tell she wasn’t Bob’s. There were subtle differences in her features. But we raised her as though she was. That’s one of many little secrets I’ve tried to keep all these years.

When Darla was seventeen, I got restless again. With Bob’s permission, I went back to work. Only this time, the job I got was at the Snuff Club.

I work there as an attendant. As far as Bob knows, I’m a card dealer, and sometimes I serve as a cocktail waitress. But you know how the Club is. Occasionally I get called upon to “service” a client, if you know what I mean.

You might think there’s some danger in that, considering where I work. Normally, you’d be right. It’s true there are inherent risks.

However, my looks have faded a little. And I’ve passed 40, meaning I’m not nearly as fertile as I used to be. Besides, the Club has told me on several occasions how much they like me and are trying to look out for me.

The younger attendants usually get way more attention than I draw. I can sometimes go a whole night without getting a single compliment, although I do receive “thank yous” for the drinks I serve. But I happily do my job, especially with the perks involved.

Anyway, my daughter is attending college now. She even has a boyfriend. He’s a nice guy named Ned, and he loves her dearly.

A while ago, Darla confessed to me that she was cheating on him. She told me their sex was just a little too vanilla for her tastes. She liked the way he provided for her. But there were too many times when he just didn’t make her all that wet down below.

What could I say? She knew I worked at the Snuff Club, and that I was occasionally doing the exact same thing to Bob. But she kept my secret, so I kept hers. Like mother, like daughter I suppose.

On this night, I was working my usual shift at the Club. I’m not always unfaithful to Bob on the nights I’m there. But sometimes I get called upon to, well… you know. My position means I have to respond to any request that’s made of me, even if there might be some risks involved.

I was summoned to take a tray of drinks to a snuff sex room. To be honest, I enjoy taking drinks to those rooms. After all, you never know what you’re going to see in one. The eye candy can be rather erotic at times.

I’ve certainly witnessed my share of executions. I like to call them snuffs, especially since the girls’ lives are so cruelly snuffed out. Most of the time, they’re executed without any clothes on. I must confess to becoming shamefully turned on whenever I get to watch one die up on stage or in one of those private snuff rooms.

On nights with executions, I usually find myself becoming extremely aroused… especially when I fantasize it could be me up there. Sometimes it gets so bad that I can hardly stand it. I usually have to get laid as soon as possible, either right there with a customer in a sex room, or back home with Bob.

Anyway, I took a tray of drinks and opened the door to this snuff sex room, only to find a trio of handsomely dressed men sitting around. There was nobody else inside. In fact, it looked as though it hadn’t even been used yet.

I made sure each client received a drink. I thought one guy looked vaguely familiar. I was trying to remember whether or not he had been involved with a snuff recently. But I couldn’t quite place him.

After I served them, they all remarked how fuckable I looked. I told them I was flattered, and I thanked them all for the praise they’d sent my way. When you’re past 40 and your looks are starting to fade, you take any compliments you can get.

Anyway, that familiar-looking guy turned on the video monitor. I guess he wanted to see if anything exciting was going on, either out onstage or in any of the other sex rooms. I didn’t think there was any at the time, but I didn’t say anything.

A room suddenly came into view. I saw three young men and one young woman. For the moment, all of them were still dressed. Right away, I noticed they were all inside another snuff sex room.

They looked to be of college age, although the guys could have been a few years older. It looked as though they were just about to start something. It made me wet just to think that an attractive young woman like her was about to find herself in the middle of a hot and sexy gangbang, one with inherent risks inside that particular room.

I didn’t think it was my place to stay and watch. Besides, I knew I could find another monitor out on the main floor if I wasn’t busy. That way, I could check in throughout the night if I wanted to, just to see how things were progressing in there.

The thought they might snuff her before the night was over gave me a bit of a thrill. The Club hadn’t had any executions during the past few nights. It was certainly the type of activity that always gave the Snuff Club a big PR boost whenever a women died on the premises.

The girl acted like she was really eager to be used by all three of them. I found myself becoming more than a little aroused at her situation. But by then, it was time for me to leave and get back to work.

She suddenly turned around, giving me a good look at her face. That’s when I stared in complete and utter shock. You could have knocked me over with a feather, especially considering the girl they had with them just happened to be my daughter…

“Darla?” I gasped in astonishment as my hand came up to my mouth in surprise.

The vaguely familiar-looking guy (who’d told me his name was Chuck, which still didn’t help in placing him) looked at me in confusion. He pointed at the screen before asking, “Do you know that girl? Does she work here too? She’s not wearing an attendant’s uniform.”

I probably shouldn’t have said anything. But I was so flabbergasted that I couldn’t help stammering, “That’s… that’s my daughter!”

“You don’t say!” That piece of information seemed to greatly amuse Chuck and the others.

I was stunned. Darla hadn’t told me she’d been coming to the Club lately. After all, I’d never seen her in the building. Maybe this was her first time. Or maybe she’d been coming during my days off.

We could actually hear them talking to each other on the monitor in that other room. A tall, athletic guy with lots of confidence asked her, “Where would you rather be right now? Naked in bed with your boyfriend? Or right here with us, about to get the fucking of your life?”

I saw Darla wrap her arms around his neck as she replied, “You know I want to be right here with you, Chad!” And with that she dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly and pulled out his erection.

It looked quite impressive as it started to harden. I was shocked as hell. I was also shamefully aroused.

The guys in my room all thought that was hot as hell. One of them murmured, “Like mother; like daughter, eh?” My face went crimson as my arousal factor ratcheted up another notch.

At that moment, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in the same room with a trio of horny gentlemen long enough to watch my daughter getting gangbanged. A part of me felt sorry for her boyfriend Ned. But another part didn’t. After all, I knew exactly how she felt, as I’d cheated on Bob many times before while using that very same excuse: having such a boring sex life at home.

“That’s a good idea!” Chuck announced as he came over and stood in front of me.

“What’s a good idea?” I replied in confusion.

He motioned at the screen. Then he pointed at the floor. “Why don’t you get on your knees and get to it, honey?”

“Wh-what? Get to what?” Then it dawned on me. That’s when I gasped, “Who; me??”

“C’mon, baby. Get on your knees like a good whore. Like mother, like daughter; remember?”

I looked in alarm at the other two guys. They both had lustful looks in their eyes. I suddenly got the shivers something fierce.

What else could I do? He’d made a reasonable Club request. I had no choice but to honor it or risk getting fired. It didn’t matter one iota if my daughter was having sex in another room, even if I could see everything that was going on in there!

I knelt and opened his fly before taking out his dick. Then I dutifully started sucking his cock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my daughter devouring Chad’s man-meat.

I found myself becoming more aroused by the minute. This was crazy! Surely her video was going out to the entire Club. Hell, I suspected mine was too!

What if my husband was watching a live feed? What if Ned was watching his girlfriend on the website’s webcam? My only consolation was the fact it was highly unlikely, being as hot those two didn’t seem the least bit interested in anything going on at the Snuff Club.

On the screen, the other two guys pulled down their pants as they stood on either side of Darla. My daughter quickly grabbed their dicks and started stroking them. Chad stood between them, his cock filling her mouth.

The guys in my room got the bright idea to mimic everything going on in my daughter’s room. They pulled down their pants and stepped right up to me while flanking Chuck. What else could I do? I couldn’t very well say no; could I??

I watched the monitor as Darla hungrily sucked one cock while stroking two more. Then she began alternating between cocks. It was shamefully arousing.

I was “forced” to suck everybody. It was humiliating as hell sucking all three cocks while watching my daughter do the very same thing. But it was also unbelievably arousing.

The guys in my room made sure I ended up with a decent view of what was going on in that other room up on the monitor. I guess they loved the idea of me watching my daughter while I was receiving the exact same treatment she was getting. Whenever she shifted to another cock, the guys in my room made me work on another dick as well.

The guys in Darla’s room eventually stripped her naked. The men in mine did the same to me. It wasn’t long before everyone was totally nude in both rooms.

Those guys took turns deep-throating my baby girl. The smallest cock looked to be about 7 inches or so. The guys in my room all had cocks that were similar in size.

Chad brutally skull-fucked my only daughter. I could hear her grunts and moans coming from the monitor. Clearly, she was enjoying herself.

Chuck gave me a similar face-fucking. I grunted and groaned as well. Besides, I was much too horny to be able to keep myself quiet.

Darla got a brutal face-fucking from each one. I was treated the exact same way. It was as though they were determined to make sure I received the very same treatment they saw my daughter receiving.

At that moment, I experienced a perverse kinship with my cheating little girl. We were both getting exactly what we wanted and deserved. Like mother; like daughter: sluts to the core.

At one point, I thought about her boyfriend. Then I thought about my loyal husband. That’s when I felt a brief twinge of regret.

A part of me wished I wouldn’t have opened my mouth and blurted out that we were related. They might have left me alone, only to summon a more attractive attendant to take my place. I might have felt a twinge of jealousy, but I probably would not have minded, all things considered.

On the other hand, I was being allowed to watch my daughter take part in what I suspected was going to be a glorious gangbang. And I was pretty sure I was about to get the very same treatment. My arousal levels were clear off the charts.

They finally put Darla on her hands and knees. She sucked cock while Chad brutally fucked her cunt from behind. She screamed out for him to fuck her hard as she sucked on the two cocks in front of her, both of them pushing together into her mouth and stretching her lips apart.

The guys in my room did the same damn thing to me. Chuck fucked me from behind as I slobbered on the other two cocks right in front of me. I felt ashamed and humiliated, watching my daughter on her knees while I was in the very same position. Gawd; it was glorious!

Darla really got it good. Chad hammered her cunt as he asked her who was better at fucking her: him or her boyfriend. “You are, baby!” she cried out lustfully. “Fuck my filthy cunt!”

“Just like your mother,” he laughed as he rammed his cock home. “You know she works here, don’t you? I’ve seen her here a time or two.”

“I know,” Darla panted, struggling to talk as she was getting plowed from behind. “She tells me she loves dad. But she says he can’t always satisfy her sexually, not during those special moments when she really wants it rough.”

The guys in my room laughed at the revelation. I blushed at her having revealed such an intimate detail of my love-life. That was a special secret that should have been kept private between mother and daughter.

Chuck told me they were going to make sure I didn’t think of my husband even once throughout the night. He told me to watch my daughter get the fucking of her life. Then he warned me I was going to receive the very same treatment.

Darla had a cock in her hand, one in her mouth, and one in her cunt when she screamed her first orgasm. I was being fucked in the exact same way. When she climaxed, Chuck fucked a massive orgasm right out of me at about the same time. I shamefully let out a muffled cry over how good it felt.

One of the other guys stepped behind my daughter, taking Chad’s place. Then he started fucking her hard. Darla cried out, “My ass – my ass; ohmygawd; I’m gonna cum again!”

I got my ass fucked too. I slobbered on the two dicks in front of me the way Darla was doing in her room. When she screamed again in orgasm, I could not hold back, crying out my own release as well.

It suddenly dawned on me they were not using condoms in Darla’s room. They certainly weren’t using them in my room either. I felt like I was a little more protected, considering how old I was. But still…

What if both our sensors popped? What if they had to hang us side by side? The thought was so damned arousing that I orgasmed all over again.

One guy ended up sitting on the end of the bed. Darla sat in his lap with her back to him, riding the cock up her ass as she jerked the other dicks on either side of her with her hands. I got a shamefully revealing view of that cock penetrating my daughter’s butt.

The guys in my room decided to make me do the exact same thing. I sat on the edge of the bed with my ass impaled, dicks in my hands as I watched my daughter. It was shamefully erotic.

The guy underneath her stretched out backward onto the bed. She turned around and rode him cowgirl, his cock now in her pussy. Chad pushed his cock up her ass, the two of them double-teaming her.

She screamed, “Fuck me – fuck me – FUCK ME!” as she went crazy. That third cock moved to the front of the bed. It filled her mouth, preventing her from saying much more as all three holes were filled at the same time.

I was fucked the exact same way, only my clients made sure I had a good view of the monitor. Chuck made me beg the guys to fuck me in that very same level of excitement as my daughter was verbalizing. I had just begged for it when he rammed his dick down my throat.

I had a shamefully erotic view of my daughter getting triple-teamed. I was getting it the very same way. It was so surreal, mother and daughter getting brutally pounded in the Snuff Club like a couple of horny sluts.

That thought suddenly sobered me back up real quick. Once again, I realized there were still no condoms in use. What if our sensors popped? What if we were never to leave the club alive?

I always knew that was a distinct possibility anytime I was in the building working my shift. Was that why I enjoyed working here so much? Did I have a secret death wish? Did I feel like I deserved to be snuffed for cheating on my husband so many times?

Most of the time, I’m able to avoid situations that might get me into trouble. And yet there I was, being fucked by a trio without any condoms at all. What’s more, my daughter was in the very same situation!

Darla screamed into the cock in her mouth, the result of experiencing yet another orgasm. It was so damned arousing that I came right along with her. It was so shamefully exciting that I didn’t even consider how morally wrong it was to be all caught up in the pleasures we were currently experiencing with men we were not even remotely attached to.

Chad left Darla and retrieved her nylons. Then he wrapped them around her throat. He told her, “Now I’m gonna snuff you like the deserving bitch you are!”

I felt an erotic jolt of alarm as I thought, “Gawd, no; not my daughter??” But I was quickly overcome by a perverse thrill. Were they really going to snuff Darla?

I found myself overflowing with shame and excitement. Was it possible I could climax watching them snuff my very own daughter? What the hell was wrong with me??

Chuck pulled out of my mouth and retrieved my nylons. He brought them over and wrapped them around my neck as the other two kept hammering my cunt and ass. Then he declared, “Like mother; like daughter, eh? I think maybe I’m going to snuff you too, bitch.”

I cried out, “Gawd; no!” Then he pulled hard. My face went red as he strangled me.

On the monitor, I saw Darla’s face turn red as well. Her body began to convulse as Chad brutally strangled her. I heard him call out, “Should I snuff her, guys?” and the two replied, “Hell, yeah; snuff the cunt!”

My daughter went wild once she could no longer get any air down her throat. Chuck breathed into my ear, “You want to watch her snuff it? Watch them snuff your daughter, bitch!”

I tried to shake my head. Tears filled my eyes as he pulled harder on the nylons around my throat. But my tears weren’t for the fact I was about to lose my only daughter. Deep down, I was inwardly urging them to snuff my little girl… and I was so ashamed.

My mind was a blur; I couldn’t think clearly. And when I could formulate any decent thought at all, it was only to mentally urge them to kill my daughter right before my very eyes… ‘Oh, honey! Snuff it for your horny mother! I’m going to cum so fucking hard as I watch you die! Die for your slut mother, honey!’

I didn’t think about Ned or Bob, or even my job at the Club. I could only think of them strangling my daughter to death with cocks up her cunt and ass. I was just as strangled, but I was hardly aware of it.

Darla shuddered before she suddenly went limp. My mind cried out, “He snuffed her! He actually snuffed my baby girl! That was so fucking hot!!” Then I came like never before.

I soon reached the point where I couldn’t breathe anymore. My eyeballs felt like they were going to burst out of their sockets. Then I started to cum again.

Chuck’s voice whispered sinisterly into my ear, “Now you’re going to be snuffed, right along with your dead daughter. Enjoy the ride, bitch!”

Call it justice or call it karma. Call it whatever the hell you want. I just knew we both deserved it. Hell, I almost think I welcomed it!

There was no thought as to who would tell her boyfriend or my husband. There was only breathless agony as I paid the ultimate price for my sins. Then I was shuddering and convulsing, cumming and cumming until the orgasm I was experiencing battered me into merciful oblivion.

2022 (written for bedeyes Jun 19 ’22 by riwa)

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Shelly in Cancun 9 4.4 (20)

Posted on June 5, 2023 by riwa

Chapter 9 – Running low on air

I fin toward her like mad, my heart in my throat. I watch in horror as her body comes to rest on the seabed. I’m at her side with two powerful kicks.

My arms outstretch as I prepare to scoop her up and make a mad dash for the surface. Then she scares the hell out of me by reaching up and snatching the hose to the octopus. She corrals the reg before stuffing it into her mouth.

I have to struggle like mad to calm the wild beating of my heart. She just looks at me with this big, stupid grin on her face. I’m relieved to see her hungrily suck air into her lungs.

I want to scream, “DAMN YOU; YOU’RE WORSE THAN THE OTHER TWO!” I start mentally spewing obscenities at her. Then I wave my finger at her, trying to indicate just how wicked she’s just been.

She pays no attention as she attacks me like some sex-starved nympho. The next thing I know, she’s groping me like crazy. In seconds she has my bikini top off.

She removes her reg and starts in on me with those lips and that tongue of hers. My mood changes in an instant. This was not something I was expecting when I saw her drifting just off the ocean floor…

NO, DAMN YOU! YOU SCARED… oh, shit… NO – I’M SERIOUS NOW! YOU REALLY… ohgawd, don’t suck on my tits like that! NO, I MEAN IT NOW! YOU CAN’T JUST… oh fuck – don’t do that, I’m trying to be mad here… NO – I’M REALLY PISSED NOW… ohgawd, stop rubbing me there… YOU CAN’T SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF ME AND EXPECT TO… ohgawd – don’t take my bottoms off??!!…. FUCK-FUCK-FUCK…

I try to be angry with her. She just sucks on my hardened nipples as she fingers my snatch. My anger melts away like the residue from a sudden snowstorm in Phoenix in mid-July.

My breath escapes in heavy exhalation bubbles as I tremble like mad. A moment later I simply give up. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t stay mad at her.

Damnit! She’s every bit as bad as our two mischief-makers. To make matters worse, she’s got my pussy tingling like mad.

I close my eyes and moan as her mouth sucks on one of my tits. My body spasms as she finger-fucks my pussy. I thrust against her, enjoying every minute of it.

My anger has totally evaporated. Then I open my eyes and see…

Oh, shit…

They charge toward us, their legs propelling them with hard, smooth strokes. My bubbly cry of alarm is much too late. My dive partner has her back to them and never sees them.

They’re on us in an instant, tearing us away from each other. My scuba buddy cries out in alarm as she’s jerked away from me. The reg pops out of her grasp…

Shit; we’ve been ambushed…

Andria’s partner in crime wraps herself around me. She struggles with me as she rips the reg out of my mouth. Off to my left, Andria takes on my dive buddy.

The scuba tank for the two troublemakers is now on her back. It gives her the upper hand as the two of them start an underwater wrestling match, grappling for position. Bubbles spew everywhere.

My face is suddenly crammed into the fabric covering my assailant’s crotch. A set of thighs lock my head in place. I squirm and struggle but it’s no use. Her muscles are well developed. She’s got me in a stranglehold.

I burble as I try to twist myself out of her grasp. She just hangs on tighter, forcing me to taste her pussy juice as it coats and seeps through the fabric of her bottoms. Shit – shit – SHIT!

My lungs begin to burn. Soon they are heaving as they clamor for air. But my attacker has no sympathy for me.

She holds on tighter as the fire gets worse in my chest. It isn’t long until the air spews out of my mouth up against her pussy. She aggressively humps my face.

I find myself tonguing her while at the same trying to pry her off my head. With a whoosh, most of my air is gone. I find myself spasming painfully.

My attacker opens her legs, momentarily freeing me. A reg appears in her outstretched hand. I eagerly snatch it up before cramming it into my mouth.

I’m too busy gasping for breath to stop her as she spins me around. She wraps her legs around me, riding me from behind. A moment later she rips the reg out of my mouth.

I feel it press against my naked pussy. Then she purges it. I feel a shock of bubbles spew against my sensitive nub.

I cry out with a burble, not having gotten nearly enough air into my lungs. My pussy throbs, building up to detonation. I feel her fumbling briefly for something attached to her own body. Then we’re struggling again before she twists me around and forces me back down between her legs.

Once more my face is crammed against her pussy. This time the fabric is gone. She must have pealed her bottoms off.

I don’t have time to think about it. Instinctively I plunge my tongue into her snatch as she locks my head in place. She tastes pretty damned good! If only it wasn’t for the fact my lungs are starting to heave again.

I’m wearing the damn tank on my back. But I can’t seem to reach either of the two regs attached to it. Is it time to cry ‘uncle’?

…ALL RIGHT – ALL RIGHT! I’M SORRY WE WERE SO HARD ON YOU TWO BACK AT THE STERN! NOW LET ME GET A DECENT BREATH OF AIR, DAMN YOU! PLEASE??? OH, FUCK.!

She humps my face with glee as my lungs spasm in my chest. Air spews out of my mouth. My rush of bubbles burst into her pussy.

She releases me from between her legs again. The reg suddenly appears in her outstretched hand. I frantically snatch it out of her grasp.

I slam it home between my lips. Then I suck on it like crazy. I’m weak and dizzy, desperate to refill my aching lungs and catch my breath.

The bitch rips it out of my mouth again. SHIT! I grapple weakly with her, but it’s no use.

Not being allowed to replenish my starving lungs has left me depleted of energy. She easily forces me back down between her thighs again. This time she pushes me into more of a 69 position, forcing my body around until I’m between her legs from the opposite direction.

I feel her hands on my ass as her thighs lock my head into position. Then I feel her jam the reg against my pussy. The ensuing purge of air causes me to scream into her snatch.

It’s exquisitely painful. I shudder hard as an orgasm tears through my body. Then I suddenly find myself floating free as my assailant flees.

Both regulators swing freely. I manage to corral mine and cram it between my lips. My pussy throbs like mad.

I turn to look, only to see Andria and my Asian tormentor finning away from us at a rapid rate. My companion/dive buddy looks dazed and shattered.

She comes toward me, reaching out to weakly grab the reg to the octopus. She shoves it into her mouth and breathes heavily. For a few moments all that can be heard is the sound of the two of us trying to get our breath back.

Damned hit-and-run divers! They’re REALLY gonna get it this time!

We watch them fin back to the wreck. Then they disappear out of sight. I shake my head, wondering how we can possibly get back at them.

It occurs to me how badly they’ve just devastated us. Perhaps we should quit while we’re ahead? When I think about it, I’m not sure if we can actually call ourselves “ahead”.

I’m brought back to the here and now as my sexy Asian dive buddy begins caressing my boobs again. Her fingers are all over my hardening nipples. I inhale sharply, moaning as I turn toward her…

Now just a DAMN MINUTE! I’m still kinda mad at you! Haven’t you had enough – ohgawd, don’t do that… mmmmmm… oh, fuck – that’s not fair! Remember, you scared me half to-OOHHHHH! DAMN YOU – oh, fuck-it – I give up!

Her hand snakes down and starts probing my aching pussy. I pull the reg out of my mouth and start sucking on those gorgeous nipples of hers. We spend the next several minutes fondling, licking and sucking each other.

At one point I shed the scuba gear completely. I leave it sitting on the sea floor as we play with each other right while drifting close by to our air supply. Part of our time together is spent off the scuba tank.

We take turns eating each other out. The other part is spent using the regs to purge each other. We cannot resist blowing erotic bursts of air all over each other’s naked body.

At one point we fill our lungs for a long breath-hold. Then we 69 in an unofficial contest. I think we want to see who can make the other cum first and who can hold her breath the longest.

The eroticism of being at the bottom of the ocean with the looming reef overwhelms us. The wreck nearby and the company of a sexy companion is more than either one of us can stand. It isn’t long until we’re both crying out, spasming and shuddering like crazy as we blow away our breath into each other’s pussies.

We’re finally forced to separate so we can hastily snatch up a nearby reg to refill our aching lungs. We bask in the afterglow from a couple of wonderful orgasms. Our hands idly caress each other.

At that moment I hear something unusual. It’s a faint, somewhat muffled sound. It strikes me as metal grinding against metal.

I look over toward the wreck. Nothing seems out of place. That’s when I notice a minor disturbance of soil around the base of the vessel. It’s as though a part of the sea floor has somehow been disturbed.

Is the wreck settling? Seems pretty stable to me. What do I know about sunken wrecks? I find myself wondering if they get earthquakes in this part of the country.

I turn to point it out to my companion. But she has the gauge to the scuba tank in her hand. She sees me looking at her and shows it to me.

I can tell at a glance there isn’t much air left. It’s time to gather up our friends and head on up to the surface. We don’t have much time left.

The disturbance in the soil and the strange sound are forgotten as she points to the wreck. I can tell she’s indicating we should go find those other two and make sure they’re ok. I nod my head in agreement. If our tank is low, theirs is probably low too.

She slips the gear back over her shoulders. I gather up our bikini pieces. Together we take turns putting each other’s garments back on instead of our own.

We spend a little extra time caressing and touching each other. Once more, she starts to get me all hot and bothered. But there really isn’t time for this now. We need to go collect those two mischief-makers and head back up.

Glancing upward I see both boats now appear to be tethered to each other. Were our two Asian friends brought out here by someone else? Maybe several someone elses?

Are they together with Jake right now? Are they passing along their introductions to each other? I smile inwardly at the way the four of us “passed along our introductions to each other” down here…

Damn – my pussy is tingling again…

We start finning our way back up to the deck of the wreck, once more moving together hand in hand. The sediment doesn’t seem to be stirred up as much now. For a moment I find myself wondering if I imagined it in my orgasm-wracked semi-consciousness.

A glance at the reef reveals nothing out of the ordinary. The wreck itself seems intact. My thoughts turn toward Andria and her companion, and I cast it out of my mind.

A quick inspection shows they’re not in the pilothouse. We decide to take the stairwell, suspecting they might be camped out in one of the rooms below. No doubt they’re fucking each other’s brains out.

We fin ourselves down the stairwell and check the forward rooms. But the rooms are empty. Perhaps they’re in one of the holds, or maybe a room toward the stern.

Hand in hand we fin ourselves over to the corridor. Then we start down the passageway. I love being in the presence of my new Asian friend, but a sadness envelops me at the thought it may be coming to an end.

I don’t know why, but something feels different. I suddenly find myself feeling a little on edge despite the company I’m keeping. Something doesn’t feel right, although I’ll be damned if I can figure out what it is.

Is it our dwindling air supply? Is it the knowledge our time together will soon be over? Or is it something else?

I peer intently down the corridor. Is it me, or has the wreck taken a bit more of a list to starboard? I decide I must be imagining things.

I turn toward my companion to get some sort of reassurance. But I notice she seems a little tense as well. She furtively looks around more than usual, as though she’s unsettled about something.

She turns and looks at me. We pause as we stare at each other for a long moment. That’s when we realize the other one feels it too.

All of the sudden it feels ominous in here. In fact, it feels downright spooky. It wasn’t like this before. I find myself hoping we find those two quick so we can get the hell out of here.

Halfway down the corridor we come across Andria’s bikini top. It’s lying all by itself in the middle of the floor. It’s near the doorway to the first cargo hold.

The metal door’s ajar. Are they inside? Then I become suspicious.

I remember what they did to us a few minutes ago. I pick up the discarded garment and roll my eyes. Knowing Andria’s being mischievous again makes me feel a little better. Maybe that explains it.

Did those two leave a trail of bikini pieces as they made out with each other? Somehow it makes my world feel right again. It certainly feels a little bit over-sexed down here.

I figure we’ll find the two of them if we just follow the trail of discarded garments. But we’d better not tarry too long. I tuck her top under my weight belt, figuring she’ll need it before we reach the surface.

Are those two imps inside the hold? We push against the partly opened door to check inside. But this time the door won’t even budge.

That damned spooky feeling returns in a rush. That’s odd, I wonder uneasily. We easily got it open once before. At least I THOUGHT we did.

I pause to think about it. Did those two jam the door to throw us off or play another prank? But what if they didn’t?

I inhale deeply as I give my companion a shrug of the shoulders. Then I motion with my head down the corridor. If we can’t get it open I guess they can’t be inside. So we should keep on going.

She nods in agreement. But now she looks really concerned.

The desire to track them down and get us all back to the surface takes on a new urgency. We move on down the passageway. Then we reach the second hold.

The door is closed. We try it, but it won’t open either. It puts me even more on edge.

Instinctively I feel for Andria’s bikini top tucked under my weight belt. We need to move on and keep an eye out for more swimsuit pieces. That should indicate which direction they’ve gone.

It occurs to me they might be waiting in ambush somewhere. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling the way I am. I find myself hoping like hell they haven’t gotten so focused on surprising us again that they’ve forgotten to pay attention to their gauge.

They wouldn’t be that foolish, would they? That’s when my mind starts to run away with me. Scenario after scenario plays through my head…

What if they’re off by themselves, not paying any attention to the gauge? Are they hiding somewhere, waiting for us to find them so they can leap out at us? Perhaps they’re playing dead somewhere, unaware their tank is running dangerously low. Are they expecting us to come to the rescue in time?

I blink my eyes and shake my head. I tell myself there’s no use in worrying myself sick. Chances are, we’re going to come upon them any moment now.

Still, I find myself alert and on edge. I almost expect them to jump out at us from out of the shadows. But I’m still becoming more and more concerned.

We reach the end of the corridor and pause. My companion must be thinking the same thing. We both peer hesitantly around the corner, wondering if those two scamps are gonna ambush us again.

I instinctively brace for their assault. But nothing leaps out at us. What’s more, we don’t find any more articles of swimwear floating around. I find myself becoming more alarmed by the second.

A quick check in the stern reveals they’re not in any of those rooms either. One of the doors gives us problems as well as we try to force it open. There’s a faint sound of metal against metal as we strain against it.

I look at my companion who looks back at me with the same expression. I’m sure this door wasn’t like this before. Something is definitely down here!

I feel my heart quicken as I suck harder on the reg in my mouth. We both look at each other, concern etched in our faces. She’s just as anxious as I am.

I feel a sudden urge to check the gauge again. Grabbing it up, I hold it so I can see it by the light streaming down the open stairwell. Damn! It’s really getting low!

I force myself to try to remain calm. I breathe normally as my companion points up the stairwell. She’s indicating we should go up and check outside the wreck.

I nod in agreement. If they aren’t down here, they must be somewhere topside. Maybe they’re somewhere just off the sunken vessel.

Hell, maybe their tank got too low. It’s possible they headed up to the surface. Maybe they’re looking for us, and we’re unexpectedly playing a game of ‘hide-and-seek’ as we unknowingly search for each other around the wreck.

The situation feels downright eerie. I’m reminded our air is running low. I find myself instinctively trying to breathe shallow, hoping to conserve what little we have left.

I tell myself I’m not leaving without Andria. As far as I’m concerned, we’re not going anywhere until we’ve found those two. I can’t help feeling something has gone wrong down here.

There’s a sudden banging of metal against metal. It’s very distinct. It’s certainly not coming from the wreck simply settling into the soil.

My companion turns toward me, her eyes wide. I can tell she hears it too. It’s coming from somewhere inside the wreck.

What could it be? My mind tries to process what we’re hearing. It’s a disturbing sound.

My eyes open wide as the color drains from my face. What if the sound is a scuba tank being banged against a bulkhead! Gawd, my mind is starting to run away with me!

My blood runs cold as the two of us turn and look at each other, anxiety in our expressions. A moment later we start to fin in the general direction of the sound. It leads us back toward the corridor that runs the length of the wreck.

It gets louder when we enter the passageway. We anxiously fin ourselves back the way we’ve come. Then I look up ahead.

I swear I see something drifting in the water again. It’s slowly descending to the floor of the passageway. It looks like another bikini top, this one belonging to Andria’s Asian companion.

It floats just outside the partly open door. It’s the door to the hold we tried before. I swear that bikini piece wasn’t there when we came through earlier.

The banging suddenly stops. It sounds like it’s coming from somewhere inside one of the holds.

We frantically swim up to the drifting bikini top. My worried companion snatches it up as the two of us anxiously look all around. But there’s nothing else.

There’s no more banging. No more articles of clothing materialize. Once more we turn toward the hold with the door that’s barely open.

An arm comes out of nowhere. A hand slaps anxiously against the door. It scares the ever-lovin’ hell out of me! My companion sees it, nearly jumping out of her skin with a sharp cry.

We’re at the door in an instant, grabbing it and tugging on it as we cry out in an attempt to communicate. I’m certain the arm belongs to Andria. That’s when it occurs to me the two of them must be trapped inside.

That theory is confirmed a split-second later when another arm snakes its way out below the first one. It waves around as though trying to call attention to itself. It doesn’t belong to Andria.

My dive partner lashes out and grabs onto it. She frantically calls out through her reg to see if the two of them are ok. The hand gives a thumbs up as though her friend understands the question.

We both relax a little. At least they’re all right. The lower arm disappears inside the hold.

It returns a moment later with a regulator in her hand. She anxiously taps it against the door without purging it. The message could not be more clear…

2007; 2020 (written Sep 13 ’07; ed. Dec 13 ‘20 by riwa)

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Ziva and the shark 4.1 (218)

Posted on May 31, 2023 by riwa

Bonus story for the 31st. Enjoy.

It was a popular place for scuba divers. But Ziva liked to go down with just a dive mask and fins. And she usually went topless.

There were other boats at the surface when she went over the side. That probably meant there were divers in the water. Ziva didn’t mind. Besides, there was always the possibility of hooking up with someone before she headed back to the marina.

She made a couple practice dives to get acclimated with the water and the depth. On her third try, she made it all the way down to the superstructure of the sunken vessel. That’s when a scuba diver went by and stared at her, no doubt to confirm his eyes were not playing tricks on him and that the female freediver was indeed topless.

Ziva slowly finned her way back to the surface. Now her body was adjusting to her longer times underwater while holding her breath. Soon, she would be ready for some fun.

She surfaced and looked all around. She was still alone topside. But the other boats were still there. That meant she was liable to run into more scuba divers down below.

She took some deep breaths, preparing for a long, deep dive. Then she submerged. Ziva slowly finned her way downward, enjoying the sensation of seawater caressing her bare skin.

She headed down toward the entrance she always used whenever she wanted to make a trip inside. She caught sight of another diver as she approached the wreck. But it looked like that same diver, slowing down to gawk at her again. She mentally encouraged him to stick around long enough and he might see something really exciting.

Where was that entrance? Oh yeah; there it was. Ziva grabbed the railing to a stairwell before making her way inside.

She entered a large chamber, an area that had probably been used as a cargo hold. Yeah, this was about right. She was horny, and she wanted to get off. If that diver was smart, he would follow her in. That way, he would get lucky enough to see her enjoying herself.

She was doing well on the breath in her lungs. So Ziva rolled over onto her back and started caressing her mounds. One hand snaked down to touch herself underneath her thong.

The cargo hold was certainly big enough for her to enjoy herself. It was also big enough for that diver to come on in and take a closer look at her goodies. What she hadn’t counted on was that it was also big enough to house one of the many hungry menaces of the deep.

Ziva was particularly aroused imagining what that diver might do to her. Thus, she did not notice the presence of the shark. She was too busy holding her breath while furiously working her nub.

She began losing her breath as she writhed with pleasure. The depth was putting delicious pressure on all her lady parts. That’s when her visitor decided to come a little closer to check her out.

Ziva began to feel as though she was being watched. So she rolled around to have a look. But it wasn’t the scuba diver she’d been hoping for. Instead, it was a hungry male of another species.

Uh-oh. Ziva wasn’t prepared for such an encounter. In a rush to get into the water, she’d left her dive knife topside.

The shark moved in her direction. Ziva’s heart skipped a beat as she tried to fin backwards away from the creature. A kick with her fin caught him in the snout, sending him off in another direction.

Her lungs were burning. She had to get to the surface quickly. But what about that shark? She had to make sure she knew where he was at all times.

She began heading for her exit. But in her haste, she got turned around and couldn’t find it. That’s when she saw the shark coming back around to check her out again.

Once more, she began to fin backwards, keeping an anxious eye on the approaching creature. She hoped her flapping fins would wave him off toward another direction. But this time, he just kept coming toward her.

She didn’t have time for this. Her lungs were about empty. And she still had a long swim back to the surface!

Her heart skipped another beat as the creature came closer. She tried to wave him off as she kicked with her fins… “Shoo – shoo; I’m not good eatin’!” But the shark didn’t change course.

A fin got too close to his snout, and the shark instinctively bit down. Ziva’s flipper was instantly snagged by his teeth. That’s when he changed course and began dragging her farther down the hold.

Ziva nearly lost the last of her breath, and she almost panicked. At least the shark had not bitten into her flesh. But that could change at any moment.

She struggled with her fin in his mouth, trying to keep the rest of her body well away from those teeth. Her lungs were burning, her breath nearly gone. If she couldn’t disengage in the next few seconds, this wasn’t going to end very well!

She struggled to kick herself away from the shark. But his teeth remained clamped firmly onto her fin as he pulled her along. Her lungs heaved ominously in her chest.

Ziva grunted as she tried again to kick him away. But when he turned to avoid her other flapping fin, he simply ended up taking her along for the ride. Worse, he was taking her further into the depths of the hold, away from the only exit she was certain of.

She lost a few bubbles as her lungs heaved in her chest. Ziva caught sight of another doorway as the shark pulled her along. If she missed this one, she knew she would never get out of the hold alive.

With her lungs heaving in her chest, Ziva risked reaching down toward her dive fin, her hand dangerously close to those teeth. She frantically worked on getting her heel free of the footwear. She cried out as she pulled and pulled until her foot finally slipped free of her dive fin.

The shark went one way, while she turned and went in the opposite direction. Ziva frantically finned toward the open doorway she’d just passed. Her lungs were on fire, causing her to cover her mouth to keep the bubbles from escaping.

She strongly suspected the shark was still going to get his meal in the end. She was at the door, but her lungs were empty. She was trying hard not to panic, but she was almost certain she was not going to get to the surface in time.

She was becoming dizzy and disoriented. Her hand was still over her mouth. But she was spewing away the last of her breath as she emerged from the sunken vessel.

She swam right into a scuba diver. It startled them both, causing her to cry out. Her breath was gone.

She was so disoriented that it didn’t register it was the same diver she’d seen earlier. Her eyes were wide as her chest heaved. She was going to start drowning any second now.

He took in the situation and made a decision. She was just starting to claw instinctively for the surface when he grabbed her ankle and pulled her to him. She cried out in panic, her lungs heaving and screaming at her as she flailed with her arms.

He fished for his buddy regulator and forced it between her lips. Despite her disorientation, her mind registered what had just been put into her mouth. Somehow, Ziva managed to clear it before taking a deep breath.

She remained dizzy a few seconds longer until she got down a couple more breaths. Her dizziness passed as her head cleared from an infusion of compressed air. She settled down, breathing appreciatively from her benefactor’s scuba gear.

She finally signaled that she wanted to go topside. He pointed down at her foot and signaled back… “What happened to your fin?” She just pointed… “Topside, and I’ll tell you then.”

He nodded as she took another deep breath. She wanted to do this on her own. Then she gave him back the regulator.

They were on their way up, finning side by side, when a shark swam toward them. The diver stiffened protectively. Ziva noticed right away that it was the same damn shark. She could tell because he still had her fin in his mouth.

They both watched carefully as the shark approached. But seeing them together must have made him think twice. He turned and headed off in another direction before he’d gotten much closer.

Ziva and her lifesaving diver headed for the surface, Ziva slowly releasing the air in her lungs the entire time. The shark did not return. They finally popped up close to her boat where she gasped for breath.

They both pulled their dive masks up on top of their faces. He pulled his reg before asking, “Are you all right?” She just gasped and nodded.

He pointed downward before querying, “What was that all about?”

“I guess he wanted a taste of me,” she responded. “Thankfully, all he got was a little rubber for his efforts.” There was relief and gratitude in her voice.

He smiled as he helped her back onto her boat. She invited him to come aboard and join her. The thrill of such a close call had aroused her to the point that she was contemplating all the ways she could properly repay him for saving her life.

Oct 27, ’22 Inspired by JustPaul’s renders

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