Donna’s shore leave 7 4.2 (22)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gawd; maybe this really WAS all her fault!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohmygawd! Leiani?! NOOO!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No… please… not that… ohmygawd!”

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

Nooooooo! Ohmygawd!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shelly in Cancun 7 3.8 (15)

Chapter 7 – Mischief-makers

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

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

SHIT! WHERE THE HELL IS IT??

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Pat’s gasper-girls 4.5 (56)

End of the month bonus repost story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Inspired by the picture from sexandsubmission.com)

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Coming April rewards

The 6th chapter to Chloe.
The 6th chapter to Aravanna.
The 6th chapter to Katia.
The Mob wife.
The Executive secretary.
A Suzan Short.
I dreamed I drowned them 8.
Our encounter with the Badjao.
The noose ride.
The break-in.
The moment she’d been waiting for.
A special Valentine’s Day present (posted in April???).
And anything else I might come up with.

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

We are expecting more snow this weekend. We still have some piles left over that were created way back in November. We’re developing some really impressive potholes around here. I’m trying to remember the last time we had so much moisture in this neck of the woods. But it sounds like a lot of you have had similar experiences this year.

It is a challenge coming up with a mixture of “wet” and “dry” stories to post. I have a system where I check to see how many stories I have prepared. That lets me know if I need to develop a few more “wet” ones or “dry” ones. I do have some projects to finish or that I could work on. But sometimes the inspiration lags. And sometimes life gets in the way.

Like this month, for instance. I just finished working on my taxes. And I drove mom to the accountant to work on hers. We were in town three times this week. Thankfully, we are all taken care of. I hope all of you are not hit too hard with taxes this year.

Oh yeah; I also had a birthday this month. Mom took me out to eat. I wasn’t sure I would reach this age. Now I’m getting the aches and pains to show for it. Oh well. On the bright side, I’m getting REAL close to getting those senior discounts mom’s been getting for quite a while now. Wow; did I get old fast or what?

I’ll soon be uploading the stories for next month. That way they’ll be up and ready in case something happens. Thank you so much for being my patrons.

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The Seductress 4.4 (41)

I was not very popular in high school. I certainly did not know my way around girls. That left me inexperienced and vulnerable.

I was a member of the local church youth group. So I took my virginity seriously. But I was fully aware there were others who did not share my convictions.

Our youth group often went to the lake for barbecues and swimming parties. The females all wore revealing bikinis despite being church girls. Naturally they had guys swarming all around them.

I was pretty self-conscious when it came to matters of the opposite sex. So I spent much of my time in the water. It was much easier to ignore how attractive they looked when I was too busy going underwater.

I like submerging and holding my breath. It feels good from a sexual standpoint. But that means I do have to be careful coming out of the water in case I have a bulge that hasn’t softened and there are people present.

I felt like I was out of my depth around the girls in the church group. And I sensed I was the butt of more than a few discreet jokes. But I didn’t care all that much. It wasn’t important to me what other people thought of me so long as I stayed true to myself.

It caught me totally by surprise one day at the lake when Carly Walker came over and sat next to me on the ground during one of our church group swims. I noticed several people looking over at us as though wondering what she could possibly see in me. I was grateful she was showing any kind of interest.

She asked questions as though she was genuinely interested in me. I was flattered by the attention I was getting from her. I was also a bit distracted by the black bikini she was wearing, and I tried not to stare.

When she asked point-blank, I confirmed I hadn’t had sex yet, but that I wasn’t in any hurry. I tried to play it off as though it was no big deal. She seemed strangely curious.

She finally asked if I masturbated. I didn’t want to tell her, especially with the others watching. She sensed my discomfort, stood up, took my arm and led me away for a walk.

She asked again, saying she was really curious. She promised not to tell anyone. It was just that she knew I was a virgin and wanted to know more about whether or not I pleasured myself whenever I was alone.

I probably shouldn’t have trusted her. But we had walked far enough away so that we were well out of earshot. She seemed sincere, and I was flattered by her attention.

I revealed one particular manner in which I got myself off. I told her it was usually during a private swim. Being alone meant I could be free to indulge myself.

This intrigued her and she wanted to know more. I explained how the water has an effect on me, especially cooler lake water. She nodded as though she understood.

She told me it was no big deal because she knew I wasn’t the only one. There were others in our youth group who experienced a similar reaction. This made me feel better.

She asked where I swam and the kinds of things I did in the water. I told her I usually parked over by that little inlet near the head of the dam. The raft often blows into that shoreline from a west wind. So I would take it out so I could use it to get as close to the bottom as possible.

She wanted to know if I ever touched myself. She said she did that a lot whenever she was horny. Hearing her admit that made me open up even more, which in hindsight was probably another mistake.

I explained I often didn’t have to touch myself. Cool water usually makes me hard enough to cum without using my hands. I said I liked to swim down and see how long I could stay under before being forced back to surface.

She acted sincerely interested the entire time we walked and talked. She smiled as she told me she’d always thought there was more to me than the shyness I presented to everyone. She said she liked how honest I was about telling her how I liked to get myself off.

On our way back to the group, she surprised me by asking if I would like some company during my next private swim. I looked at her in surprise, wondering if she really meant it. After all, there were two or three other guys I knew who were really interested in her.

She saw my questioning look and waved dismissively. She told me the guys she sat with were just friends, although I wasn’t sure I believed her. Then she told me she was really curious because of the way I always like to go underwater a lot during our group swims.

I smiled as I told her I like to hold my breath. I was working on improving my times, and was getting close to two minutes underwater. That also seemed to impress her.

She wanted to know if I could teach her a trick or two about holding her breath longer. She wanted to come out with me during one of my private swims. So we set a date for next Tuesday evening after supper.

She said she would meet me over by that inlet in the lake. Then she went back to her group of admirers. It made me feel good knowing she’d given me some personal attention.

I was excited Carly wanted to come out and swim with me. I liked her, and she was quite attractive. A part of me still questioned her motives. But I figured I didn’t have all that much to lose.

After supper Tuesday night, I told my folks I was driving out to the lake for a swim. They didn’t question me about it, especially since I did it so often. They trusted me because I was pretty well behaved and seldom got into trouble.

I found myself looking forward to my swim as I drove out to the lake. A part of me wasn’t sure Carly was even going to show up. But I figured I would still enjoy myself. I knew I’d have my release underwater, and would be feeling pretty good once I headed home.

When I got there I was not surprised to find myself alone. But five minutes later, Carly came driving down the dirt road in her parent’s green Ford. She parked and then got out in her street clothes.

She told me she’d made up some excuse to her folks and that she’d promised she’d be back before the sun went down. I wasn’t sure I approved of her lying to her parents. But I quickly rationalized it away. Besides, I was glad she’d come out to swim with me.

She stripped out of her clothes, revealing a skimpy pink bikini I’d seen a couple times before. She’d couldn’t have picked a worse outfit to wear, especially with her full breasts and slender build. In no time at all I found myself gawking at her.

I immediately felt a stirring in my loins. So I tried to look away while thinking of something else. She grinned at me as though she was fully aware of the effect she was having on me.

I stripped down to my dark blue swim trunks. Then we waded into the water and retrieved the raft. I put a couple of dive masks on top, ones I’d brought with me in case she wanted to use one.

We pushed against the edge of the raft, kicking it out toward the middle of the inlet. It didn’t take long for my cock to harden right up. With Carly in her pink bikini and the water refreshingly cool, I was stiff in no time at all.

We kicked farther out until the bottom was fifteen or twenty feet below us. Carly asked if we were far enough out or if we needed to go farther. I said it was plenty deep enough. I was a decent swimmer, but I knew better than to test my limits.

As we clung to the edge of the raft, Carly asked me to show her how I held my breath. So I adjusted a dive mask over my face. I told her it helped keep water out of my nose so I could stay down longer.

I filled my lungs before slipping under the surface. I clung to the edge of the raft as I held my breath. A moment later Carly joined me, the other oval dive mask fitted to her face.

The water was pretty murky. But we were close enough for me to see her body, especially her cleavage. I kept trying to force my cock to soften. But the damned thing seemed to have a mind of its own.

Carly released bubbles out of her mouth as we held our breath together. Air fizzed out of my dive mask as I stayed down with her. Bubbles also fizzed out of her mask as she smiled at me with those lovely green eyes of hers.

She came up first before I did. When I surfaced, she said she wanted to try again. I had a waterproof watch, and she asked me to time her.

We filled our lungs and then went back down, reaching up to hold onto the side of the raft for stability. She released more bubbles as she smiled at me. I kept staring at her cleavage and then had to make myself look away.

We tried several breath-holds. Her times improved the more we went under. She finally began regularly breaking a minute while holding her breath. She seemed impressed she was improving her time underwater.

After we surfaced, Carly asked if I’d ever been kissed underwater while holding my breath. I told her no. That’s when I found myself becoming self-conscious all over again.

She asked if I wanted to try it. She thought it would be fun to kiss while breath-holding. I told her I was willing if she was.

We both filled our lungs before submerging. We wrapped our arms around each other. Then we kissed as we held our breath while I pushed against the underside of the raft to keep us under.

It was awkward at first, especially with the two of us wearing dive masks. It was also the second time I’d ever kissed a girl. The first time I’d actually panicked a little, wondering how long I was supposed to maintain the lip-lock.

This time it wasn’t nearly so awkward. I figured we were supposed to keep kissing for as long as we were underwater holding our breath. She finally broke away and surfaced ahead of me.

She pulled off her dive mask and thanked me. She said now she wanted to try kissing without wearing one on her face. I quickly removed mine as well, eager to please and to follow her lead.

We filled our lungs and submerged again. Her shoulder-length blond hair majestically flowed around her. I wanted to kick myself over how lucky I was that she was underwater with me.

As we kissed, I felt her press her body up against my bulge. She had to have known I was hard. But she did it anyway.

I was still a little self-conscious, although I was rapidly losing my shyness. I was constantly aroused from a mixture of holding my breath in cool water, her close proximity while wearing that bikini, and her aggressiveness. She wasn’t the least bit shy or anything.

We surfaced after a nice, long smooch underwater. It went even better without the dive masks. She told me how exciting it had been to kiss underwater while holding her breath.

She asked if we could do it again. This time she wanted to go deeper. Now she wanted to try kissing near the bottom of the lake.

She said kissing in really deep water while holding her breath sounded hot. She just wasn’t sure she could swim that far down. I told her I’d get us down near the bottom.

First, I told her to wrap her arms around me. She smiled as she grabbed on. I liked how enthusiastic she’d become.

We filled our lungs and submerged. She held on tight, which felt really good. I pulled us downward with my arms while kicking with my legs.

I didn’t find the bottom. But I decided we were probably deep enough. So we leveled out until we were drifting upright around fifteen to eighteen feet down.

Carly kissed me deeply. This time she gave me a lot of tongue. Sexy bubbles slipped out of her mouth and nose.

I threw myself into the kiss, giving her some tongue in return. I felt her press her crotch up against my bulge. She had to have known I was hard.

I’m pretty sure she did it deliberately. It was incredibly exciting. That’s when I felt my balls swell with anticipation.

She gave me some serious tongue action as bubbles dribbled out of our noses. It made my cock harden even more. I was self-conscious, yet incredibly aroused.

If anything, Carly humped me even harder. I felt us start to drift upward. So I used my arms to wave us back down as she kept kissing and humping me.

We finally split apart and shot up to the surface. We popped up, grabbed onto the raft, and then panted loudly for breath. “That was incredible!” she gasped.

She gave me a sly grin as though she knew the effect she’d had on me. Then she said, “I think you loved it too. Am I right?”

I blushed as I told her I did, but that it was a little embarrassing. She asked why. I told her it was because I felt like I was getting really close to creaming my suit.

She giggled as she asked if I minded what she was doing to me. I told her no, I didn’t mind. I just wanted to be careful because I didn’t want to offend her or anything. Once again I was feeling self-conscious.

She told me she wanted to go back down and kiss me again in deep water. She also said she wanted to hump me. Would it be ok if I humped her back until I creamed my trunks? She thought that would be super-hot.

I asked if she was sure about that. She said she could tell I really wanted to. But it felt as though I was holding something back.

I expressed my concerns about offending her. She repeated it was ok with her and to just go with it. Then she filled her lungs before wrapping her arms around me.

We submerged together. I angled us downward, pulling with my arms while kicking with my legs. Carly helped to kick us down until we got really deep.

The water was cold and murky. It made my cock stiffen right up, especially with her being so close. But Carly acted as though it was all right with her, even if I did become horny. So I tried not to think too much about it.

We leveled out without reaching the bottom before we started kissing again, bubbling as we used a lot of tongue. This time she humped me good and hard, grinding against the erection in my trunks. I kissed her hard as I humped her back.

I couldn’t believe it! There I was in deep water with Carly Walker, bubbling and kissing and humping her almost naked body. It was a dream come true.

I felt it swell within me. Instinctively I humped her harder, bubbles coming out of my nose as I groaned into her mouth. Her tongue deeply probed my oral cavity as I creamed myself.

Self-consciousness immediately set in after the event. I pulled away, releasing my breath. Then we both made the swim back to the surface.

She popped up gasping to refill her lungs. Then she looked at me, grinning triumphantly. “Did you cum? You came, didn’t you?”

I blushed as I told her I did. She replied, “Don’t be embarrassed. I loved it! It was fun!”

At that point I became extremely self-conscious. I rationalized how I was feeling by focusing on worrying about her being out too late. So I told her we needed to be going.

We clung to the edge of the raft as we kicked it back to shore. She seemed a little disappointed about something. I just explained it was getting late and that we shouldn’t stay out any longer.

She asked if my decision to call it a night had anything to do with what we’d done in the water. I shamefully admitted it probably played a small role. She told me not to feel bad about it. Besides, she loved making me cum in deep water like that.

When we got to shore, she asked if I always spurted my cream whenever I came out here. I told her I often liked to come out and dive naked. I explained how cool water always helps to give me an erection, and that I usually experience a release or two before I go home.

She told me it was so damned hot to hear me say that. She thanked me again for the swim before she got dressed and headed to her parents’ car. Then she paused and asked if we could come out to the lake again.

I told her I’d swim with her anytime. She smiled warmly at me. Then she got into her parents car, started it up, turned it around and drove away.

Apparently Carly wanted to go back out to the lake with me. She must have enjoyed our time on the raft. She called and said she wanted to go do it again.

I said it was fine with me. She asked if the following Monday night would work for me. I told her it was a good night because there wouldn’t be many people out on the lake.

That evening I ended up picking her up at her house. She came out the door in her street clothes. That way I didn’t have to go inside, see her family, and answer any embarrassing questions.

After climbing into the passenger seat, she told me how much fun she’d had at the lake with me the other day. She was hoping we could repeat some of our breath-holding experiments. The way she seemed eager about it really excited me.

When we got to the lake, we quickly slipped out of our street clothes. I’d worn my baggy green swim trunks underneath. Carly was wearing a skimpy white bikini.

Right then, I knew I was in big trouble. I’d seen her in it once before at a youth group swim party. The guys all loved her in it, especially since it had the effect of almost becoming transparent once it got wet.

I was horny before we even retrieved the raft. Soon we were kicking it out to the middle of the inlet. I offered to bring out the dive masks, but she didn’t want them to interfere with kissing me underwater. So I left them in my car.

She wanted to go underwater right away and hold her breath. So we started off by holding onto the raft while seeing how long we could stay down. Watching her breath-hold while bubbles trickled out of her mouth and nose was incredibly erotic.

I ended up beating her every time we had a contest. But she got better and better each time we went under. Then she decided she wanted to go deeper so we could kiss and make out.

We submerged with her arms wrapped around me. I took us down until we got about fifteen feet down. The bottom was still out of reach, but she didn’t seem to care once she started kissing me deeply.

Once more, she began to hump me as her tongue explored my oral cavity. In no time at all, I was hard as a rock. Carly was as aggressive as ever. It was a real turn-on, although I still felt a little out of my depth with her.

We surfaced after a couple of long, lip-lock breath-holds. That’s when Carly wanted to try something different. She wanted each of us to go down and hold our breath while the other one “had fun” as she put it.

I asked her what she meant by that. She just smiled and said I’d have to play along to find out. Besides, she wanted to explore how many ways we could have all sorts of underwater fun.

She said I should submerge first because I could stay under longer. So I filled my lungs with air before slipping under the raft. Carly came down a few seconds later.

It was murky and a little hard to see each other. But she found me right away with no trouble. Then she started touching and caressing me.

Her hands were all over me. Worse, she kept getting closer and closer to my bulge. She finally put a hand on it, rubbing me while I bubbled self-consciously.

We both finally came up panting for breath. She asked if what she’d done was all right. I told her it had made me horny. Her response was simply to grin and say, “Good; I’m glad.”

Now it was her turn to hold her breath. She filled her lungs and went under the raft. I followed her right down.

I was a lot more hesitant about groping her the way she’d groped me. I carefully touched her all over. But I made sure to avoid her breasts and crotch as I didn’t want to get into any kind of trouble.

She finally headed back to the surface. I followed her up until we both came up panting for breath. I got the impression she was a bit disappointed about something.

She challenged me by saying, “I think I can beat you this time. So I say we should make a bet.”

I was dubious. “What kind of bet do you want to make?”

“If I win, you have to remove your swim trunks.” She grinned knowingly at me.

“And if I win?”

“Then I have to remove my bikini top and we go again. What do you say?”

I was excited about the prospect seeing her topless, so I agreed. I counted us down. Then we submerged, bracing ourselves underwater by using the edge of the raft with our hands.

She looked like she was serious about our little wager. I was worried she might end up seeing my junk if I lost. So I really pushed myself.

She gave it a good effort. But I beat her by several seconds. She finally surfaced and dutifully removed her top as I was surfacing.

She tossed it up onto the raft. Then she grinned at me. “This time the loser loses their bottoms, ok? Think you can beat me again?”

I was so self-conscious that I almost backed out. But I didn’t want to spoil anything. Besides, I was having way too much fun.

I nodded and counted us down. Then we submerged again. This time she used a free hand to caress and play with her tits right in front of me. I think she was trying to distract me.

Her chest eventually started to heave as her stomach rippled. I really pushed it, unsure I wanted to get naked in front of her. She finally blew her breath away as she shot up to the surface.

I followed her up, watching as she dutifully removed her bottoms. She tossed them up onto the raft. Then she told me, “To the victor go the spoils. Now I have to kiss you while holding my breath.”

I was incredibly horny when we filled our lungs and submerged. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I took us down toward the bottom. She kissed me deeply once we leveled off, pressing her boobs up against my chest as she humped my bulge.

We were down for quite a while, kissing and making out until we finally had to surface. We both came up panting for breath from a long session underwater. Then she grinned at me.

“I want to play that breath-holding game again; ok? It’s the one where you hold your breath and I get to touch you all over. Then it will be your turn to touch me. Can we do that?”

I wanted to say something about my embarrassing erection. But she seemed more than a little eager. I didn’t want to offend or upset her, especially since she seemed fully aware of the effect she was having on me.

I filled my lungs and submerged. Carly came right down a few seconds later. She wasted no time pulling down my swim trunks.

I almost stopped her, but decided not to. A moment later my erection sprang free. It curved upward like it always does, embarrassing me yet again.

She gleefully tossed my trunks up onto the raft. Then she grabbed my cock and started tugging on it. She cupped my balls until they were aching for a release.

I finally surfaced, embarrassed as hell. She laughed as she blurted out, “Damn, your face is red! Now it’s your turn to touch me all over.”

She paused to give me a serious look. Then she told me, “Now don’t get all shy on me; ok? I want you to touch and fondle me ALL OVER! There’s no part of my body that’s off-limits. Understand?”

I nodded as I told her I understood. She really filled her lungs as though she wanted to hold her breath for a long time. Then she submerged.

I went under and immediately started caressing her mounds. They were nice and warm, her nipples really hard. I couldn’t believe how stiff my cock had become.

She moaned and bubbled as she moved my hand down to her crotch. So I rubbed her pussy. She groaned and wriggled as she released more bubbles.

We finally surfaced together. She came up gasping, “Fuck, that was hot!” That’s when I self-consciously looked at my watch, feeling things were going to get out of hand if I didn’t do something.

“It’s getting late. Maybe we’d better be going. I don’t want to get you home too late and get into trouble.”

She gave me a look of disappointment. But I didn’t want to take any chances. Besides, I felt like I was really getting in over my head, so to speak.

She nodded and sighed, “All right. But I want to do one last breath-hold; ok? This time I want to thank you for bringing me out here and holding your breath with me. I can’t believe how much fun I’ve had out here with you!”

I agreed to do one more breath-hold. She got this huge grin on her face. Then we filled our lungs and submerged.

I had barely settled under the raft when Carly grabbed my cock and started stroking me. I got the impression she wanted to give me a handjob. That’s when she got closer and kissed the tip of my dick before taking it in past her lips.

I groaned and bubbled, amazed how good it felt. She took me further into her mouth as bubbles came out of her nose. For a moment I was afraid she was swallowing water. But she just kept vacuuming me as though she was eager to suck the cum right out of my balls.

She took me deeper until I nearly hit the back of her throat. That’s when I felt that familiar sensation in my balls as my cock stiffened. I was going to cum any second now.

I tried to warn her by tapping her on the shoulder. She just grunted as she swallowed me whole. A moment later I began spurting into her mouth.

The experience was incredible. I’d never had a blowjob before, much less one underwater. It certainly wasn’t the same as me coming out to the lake and masturbating in the depths like I normally did.

She kept me in her mouth until I stopped spurting. She sucked a little more until I had nothing left to give. Then we both headed for the surface, the two of us losing air out of our mouths.

She had this big, stupid grin on her face when we popped up near the raft. She grinned as she happily declared, “I got to swallow your cum!” I blushed a deep crimson.

She noticed my expression and tried to sound apologetic. “I hope you don’t mind. I wanted to find some way of thanking you for letting me have such a hot time in the water with you. It’s ok; isn’t it?”

I told her it was all right. Besides, I’d really enjoyed it. But that’s when I became all self-conscious again.

She saw the look in my face and waved dismissively. “Oh, don’t worry about it,” she said with a smile. “I just wanted to see if I could suck your cock underwater. I even swallowed it all. Take a look” and she opened her mouth.

I smiled and thanked her before we worked the raft back to shore. I had a couple towels in my car. So we used them to dry off.

She put on her bikini and street clothes. Then I drove her home. But I was quiet the entire trip.

She asked if I was upset with her. I told her no. I explained it had been my first time receiving a blowjob, although I’d certainly enjoyed it occurring underwater. She just grinned.

We pulled up to her house. She thanked me again for a really hot evening. She asked if we could go out to the lake again. I told her it would be all right with me.

She grinned as she told me she wanted to try sucking my cock in deeper water. Would I allow her to do that? My face went red as I nodded and told her yes.

She laughed as her eyes twinkled. Then she kissed me hard. Carly thanked me one last time before climbing out of my car and heading into her house. All I could do was shake my head, amazed at my experience out at the lake with Carly Walker.

2021 (written Apr 12 ’21 by riwa)

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Girl’s night out 1 4.4 (90)

Chapter 1

I have misgivings as my sister Cassandra drives us out of town. Her daughter Carrie and her daughter’s lover Hilary sit in the back seat making out. They can’t keep their hands off each other.

“You really didn’t have to bring me along, Cassie. You, Carrie and Hilary could have come by yourself.”

“Nonsense. You’re more than welcome. Besides, this is a girl’s-only night out. You’ll love it!”

“I’m not so certain. The way you described it…”

“Relax, Amanda. You’ll be safe. You won’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

But you said they spend a lot of the evening hanging all sorts of women!”

“I promise you won’t be doing a noose jig… at least not tonight.” She gives me a look that makes me question whether or not I should trust her.

“What about Carrie and her friend Hilary in the back seat?”

“I didn’t make any promises about them, sis.” Then she turns and grins at me.

“Will you relax? Nothing’s going to happen to us!”

“But you told me this is a place where people can get killed!”

“That happens sometimes when you play asphyxiation games, Amanda. People can get a little carried away. But not to worry. A company comes in and collects all the dead bodies and processes them into tasty cuts of meat.”

That doesn’t reassure me in the slightest. I’m not eager to end up on someone else’s plate. I shake my head as I give it some more thought.

“Cassie, I’m still not sure I see the appeal in all this. I know you told me what you and Carrie do sometimes in your private time. I’m just not sure I understand it all.”

“It’s just a little sexy, breathless fun, sis! Will you chill out already? I promise nothing is going to happen to you! We’re just going to have a little fun on girl’s night out.”

Carrie’s voice drifts up from the back seat, interrupting our conversation. “I don’t know about you, Aunt Amanda! But I plan on having a ton of orgasms before we head home!”

“I do too!” Hilary eagerly chimes in. When I turn to look back at them I see they’ve gone right back to making out with each other.

The lot is almost full when we pull in. “See?” Cassandra assures me with a wave of her hand. “There are still places to park. It’s not completely full tonight. This place is not for everybody.”

“Maybe it’s not for me either,” I mutter uncomfortably.

“Will you relax already? This is why we brought you here in the first place! Carrie and I want you to understand what we like to get off on sometimes. Right, honey?”

I hear a giggle from the back seat. I turn to see Carrie with her hands around her lover’s neck. Hilary’s eyes bug out as she starts to rasp and choke.

Cassandra looks in the rear-view mirror and smiles. “Save it until we get inside, girls.”

“Aw, mom.” Then Carrie lets go. Hilary pants for breath, looking extremely flushed. Strangely she does not protest.

We find a spot and pile out of the car. The four of us make the long walk to the entrance. It looks like a huge building.

We catch up to a couple of young women walking toward the entrance. They see us and grin. The big-breasted Latina in the skimpy skirt and blouse asks, “Are you here to watch all the sexy hangings just like we are? Or are you here to do a little noose-dancing yourselves?”

“We’re here to watch,” Cassie tells her. Then she motions at me as she adds, “This is my sister Amanda. This is her first time. I brought her along to see what it’s all about.”

“Speak for yourself, mom,” Carrie laughs. “Tonight I might want to do a little more than just watch!”

“Maybe I’ll hang you,” her female lover tells her with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Or maybe I’ll hang you instead!” Carrie laughs. I just shake my head, still not fully understanding the appeal of all this.

When we open the door my ears are battered by the loud rhythm of a heavy drumbeat. I wince as I call out, “Does it have to be this loud?”

Cassie smiles as she tells me, “They’re probably dancing in the main room waiting for the hangings to begin. You’re going to love it once you see all those naked bodies inside swaying to the rhythm! It’s one big orgasmic buffet of sexy, naked female flesh!”

“No men allowed!” that big-breasted Latina says with a grin upon overhearing us. “It’s just for us kinky bitches!” Her friend pauses to give her a passionate kiss in response.

A woman inside the door directs the six of us toward the locker room. We go down a hall and enter a huge room with a ton of lockers. There are some women inside in a partial state of undress as they remove all their clothes.

“What’s this?” I ask as Carrie and Hilary search for empty lockers.

“Nudity, sis,” Cassandra tells me as she finds an empty one.

She locates another right next to it and motions. “Strip out of your clothes and dump them in here. The keypad will ask for a 4 digit combination to lock up. Plug in any number you can remember. Then off we go.”

I look around and am surprised to see women everywhere stripping out of their clothes. I discover Carrie and Hilary wasting no time getting naked. I can’t help pausing to admire my niece’s naked body with those full breasts of hers. It amazes me how quickly she’s grown up… and how much she’s filled out like her mother.

“See ya, mom!” she calls out with a wave.

Cassandra tells her to hold up a second before giving her instructions. “Now don’t get yourself into any trouble, honey. If it’s going to get dangerous, make sure I’m there. If you’re going to snuff yourself, I want to watch.” She grins lewdly as her daughter smiles back at her.

“Cassie??” I’m incredulous! My sister just laughs as Carrie and Hilary rush out the other end of the locker room and disappear from sight.

I motion in the direction they went. “Are you sure that’s wise?”

“Don’t worry, Amanda. They’ll be all right. Or not.” She gives me a sly smile as she nudges me.

I finish removing all my clothes, tucking them into the locker I’ve chosen. I plug in a combination I think I’ll be able to remember. The locker chirps before making a locking sound.

I look at Cassandra who is already nude. Her nipples protrude out of her large breasts as though she’s excited about something. She shows no inhibitions whatsoever. It’s obvious she’s been here before.

I can’t help being a little self-conscious. All this nudity has me a little unnerved. But I force myself not to instinctively cover my privates.

“C’mon, sis,” Cassie says with a laugh as she leads me out. “I know a couple of rooms you’re gonna love. We’ve got a little time before the main event.”

“ ’The main event’? You mean the hangings, don’t you?” She just grins mischievously at me before leading me out of the locker room.

There are naked women everywhere. I’m surprised by how many I see as well as the ages displayed. Some look to be as young as 18 or 19. Others could easily be in their 40’s or 50’s. None of them seem to be the least bit inhibited at the sight of all this naked, female flesh.

Someone comes up behind me, catching me by surprise. Hands reach around and grab my boobs, fondling and caressing them. “Fresh meat,” I hear a breathy voice whisper into my ear before the hands withdraw.

I turn to see who groped me. Two brunettes smile mischievously at me, their hands at their sides. Neither one admits who the guilty culprit was. Maybe it doesn’t matter.

I follow Cassandra into a large room. There are women everywhere lying on what looks like a huge mattress of some kind. Pillows are scattered everywhere.

Several women are wrapped around each other in lewd poses. Some are feverishly 69ing each other. Others appear to be masturbating while watching the orgy.

“Help yourself,” Cassie motions with a lewd grin.

“Help myself to what?”

About that time a blonde and brunette come up to me. The blonde has bigger boobs than mine. Tattoos on both arms run from her shoulders down to her elbows.

Next to her is a brunette with wavy hair down past her breasts. She gazes at me like a panther sizing up its prey. “Wanna play?” she asks seductively.

“Sure she does!” the blonde gasps with a grin as she reaches out and gropes my boobs. “She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want to play; right?”

Before I can react, they’re all over me; kissing, touching and caressing my quivering, naked body. Instinctively I hesitate, feeling well out of my depth. This wasn’t at all what I’d anticipated. The place smells of sex and orgasms.

I look around for my sister Cassandra. But she’s nowhere in sight; she’s just disappeared! I’ve been left to my own devices with a couple of barracuda.

I give in as I end up kissing them both. They grope my crotch, and I end up groping theirs in return. That’s when my lady-parts start to tingle. When in Rome; right?

In no time at all I end up flat on the mattress floor on my back. The blonde immediately goes to work licking my snatch. Her aggressive tongue is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

The brunette smiles as she asks, “Do you mind?” Before I can reply she sits on my face, mashing her cunt against my lips.

There’s no time to think, much less react. And since the blonde already has me writhing I decide to apply my oral talents to her friend straddling my face.

It isn’t quite what I expected. The brunette seems to know just how to cut off my breath. It alarms me greatly.

Instinctively I struggle to throw her off. She just bends down and grabs my wrists, holding on tight as she rides my face. Her friend continues to lick until I’m writhing like a snake.

The brunette rises up and I gasp for breath. But she sits right back down, totally cutting off my air. The blonde keeps feasting on my quivering muff as though she hasn’t eaten clam in months.

I don’t understand the appeal of being smothered like this. It certainly scares the hell out of me. I’m almost to the point of passing out when it hits.

I shudder from a monstrous orgasm. My body struggles in vain for a breath of air as I cry out into the muff on my face. That’s when I hear the brunette gasp, “Fuck, this sexy bitch just climaxed! We’ve got us a real live gasper here!”

She climbs off my head, giving me a breather as I struggle to catch my breath. Then they change places. The brunette feasts on my cunt as the blonde mashes her dripping snatch against my lips.

Once more I struggle to get a decent breath down my windpipe. They seem to know just how to play my body. They take me right to the point where I think I’m going to pass out. Then I climax all over again.

All around me I hear the sound of women all caught up in sexual arousal and orgasms. It’s a little hard to digest. But I love the orgasms they’re giving me to the point where I find myself starting to adapt.

Cumming while being smothered isn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. It’s certainly frightening as hell when you can’t breathe and you think you’re going to pass out. Then the orgasm hits, and you find yourself on this sexual high right before you think you’re going to die. Then they rise up and you can breathe again.

I know from past experience this is the type of thing my sister Cassandra and her daughter Carrie do with each other. Hell, I’ve even heard rumors my mother Janine is a little kinky when it comes to asphyxia. I’m still a little hesitant about it, but at least I understand it better.

We all switch places again. This time I’m allowed to do a little servicing with my tongue. I eat out the blonde while the brunette sits on her face and smothers her.

I use my tongue as I try doing to her what she did to me. I lick and tongue until I really have her squirming. It turns me on to see her react to my sexual aggressiveness.

The brunette sits hard on her face until the blonde starts pounding on her naked body with her fists, desperate for another breath. I want to tell the brunette to get the hell off her. But I remember what they did to me, so I figure the bitch fucking deserves what she’s getting.

The blonde struggles as though she’s panicked about never being able to breathe again. It’s an incredible turn-on seeing her like that. I apply my tongue in the hopes of seeing if I can help get her to pop off.

She suddenly arches her back as she shudders hard. My face gets drenched with her fluids. Damn; she came hard! It gives me the erotic shivers something fierce.

“That got her good!” the brunette observes as she rises up and lets her breathe again. The big-breasted bitch pants in an effort to catch her breath. “Fucking intense!” she tells us, not sounding the least bit upset. It’s as though she expected to be smothered just like I was.

“You’re really talented, honey,” the brunette tells me with admiration. “My turn now!” Then she lies flat on her back, almost getting kicked by two women 69ing nearby.

I’m surprised at her eagerness. “You want to be smothered too?”

“Cut off my breath and make me eat your cunt, honey!” The blonde just grins at me as she eagerly tells me, “Do it, smother the bitch! Play with her boobs while you shut off her breath!”

I straddle her head, aiming my dripping crotch directly over her face. She begins licking me as the blonde dives into her soaked crotch. We’re putting out quite an aroma, but to be honest the smell of sex is everywhere and is almost overpowering.

I lower myself until I’m sitting squarely on her mouth. Then I reach down and grope her boobs. I watch the blonde feast on her cunt as an erotic jolt hit me hard. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect to encounter a place like this!

I wriggle and squirm as I mash my dripping twat on the mouth beneath me. It isn’t long until the brunette beneath me starts grunting for breath. I don’t know why it turns me on to cut off her air like this.

I grope and fondle her boobs as she writhes underneath me. Her chest begins to heave as she tries to get another breath. Instinctively I lift myself up, allowing her to gasp for air.

She moans and whimpers as the blonde eats her out. Our tattooed playmate gives me a dirty look as she tells me, “Don’t let her breathe!” Then she goes right back to licking and slurping.

I lower myself back down onto the brunette’s face. There’s a muffled moan as she really tongues my twat. I feel like I’m going to cum all over again.

Once more the sexy bitch beneath me starts to struggle. This time I keep my cunt mashed against her face. Soon she’s trying to push me off.

The blonde looks up from her feast and grins at me. I maul the brunette’s tits as I sit down hard upon her face. Soon she begins beating on me with her fists as though wanting up in the worst way.

She suddenly arches her back as she begins to buck. I detect the aroma of an orgasm as the blonde licks and moans. Then the brunette goes limp underneath me.

I rise up and let her breathe. Her eyes are all glazed over as she pants weakly for breath. I’m not sure who had the bigger part to play in her climax. Cutting her air off while having her struggle beneath me turns out to be far more erotic than I could have possibly imagined.

The blonde suddenly looks off in another direction. “Hey, there’s someone here I gotta go see!” Then she gets up and goes off, leaving me alone with the brunette.

“Are you all right?” I ask, the concern evident in my voice.

“Never better. That was intense! I came so fucking hard! How was yours?”

I pause for a moment to think back, trying to remember past sexual experiences. Then I tell her, “I’m trying to remember if I’ve ever cum as hard as I did just a few minutes ago.”

She smiles as she tells me, “That’s the fun of breathless orgasms. I’ll bet the bitches who end up swinging tonight have them one right after the other.”

“Bitches who swing? You mean the hangings?”

“Unh – hunh.” And once more I get the uneasy feeling that a predator is sizing me up.

“Oh hey, Aunt Amanda!”

I look up and smile at the sudden appearance of my niece. “Oh hi, Carrie.” Then I look all around.

“Where’s Hilary?”

“She’s off having fun. What about you?”

“I just had my first breathless orgasm. Actually, I think I had two.”

“I’ll bet they were great, weren’t they? Damn! I wish I would have been here to see them!”

“You still can,” the brunette says with a dangerous glint in her eye.

I’m suddenly pushed flat onto my back again. The brunette eagerly climbs my head and straddles my face. Then she sits on my mouth, cutting off my breath.

She doesn’t even worry whether or not I can lick her. I try to breathe, but she’s totally cut off my breath. My lungs begin to protest as my chest heaves.

I struggle to push her up off my face. But I can’t get any leverage. “That is so hot!” I hear my niece gasp enthusiastically.

I start beating on the brunette, begging to be let back up. She doesn’t even touch my breasts or anything. She just smothers me until I can’t breathe. That’s when my mind screams, ‘Carrie, HELP!’

I kick haphazardly as I beat upon the brunette. She rises up and I gasp wildly for breath. Then I hear, “You should make your aunt cum.”

I start to push myself up, only for the brunette to push me right back down. She straddles my head once more. Then she mashes her cunt hard against my face, cutting off my breath.

I suddenly feel a tongue up my twat. Gawd; is that my niece?? I can’t believe it!

I struggle trying to get another breath. The fear rises within me until I’m scared out of my wits. I try to buck the brunette off, but I can’t shake her!

It swells within me until I buck and shudder as it surges through my body. I swoon as I struggle to catch a breath that isn’t there. Then the brunette rises up, allowing me to pant tiredly.

My eyes are all glazed over as Carrie comes up and kisses me deeply. I’m too weak to resist. It’s a shameful turn-on, being macked on by my own sister’s daughter.

“Gawd, that was hot! Now I want to have a turn at smothering my aunt!”

The brunette smiles evilly as she tells her, “Go right ahead!”

Scared and exhausted, I blurt out, “No, Carrie; WAIT!”

I end up flat on my back again. Then my niece mashes her cunt against my lips. Once more I find myself struggling to get the faintest whispers of air down my windpipe.

I feel a mouth in my crotch, a tongue licking and probing. That wonderful panic rises up within me, as does the cresting of another climax. Then I’m bucking and shuddering again as I struggle to breathe.

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

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

2020 (written for Carrie Aug 11 ’20 by riwa)

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Midnight Swim 4.3 (59)

It had been a long day’s drive when we finally got in. I was exhausted from sitting behind the wheel, and Stephanie was worn out from the long trip. Our 18 year old daughter Kristen appeared to be nodding off in the back seat.

I checked us in, and we all dragged ourselves to our room. I turned on the TV. My wife soon nodded off in bed while lying next to me.

Kristen sat in her bed next to us. She opened up her laptop long enough to connect with her friends. She seemed awake, appearing to have regained a bit of a second wind.

After a while, she got bored and left the room to wander around the motel. It was late, and I didn’t know where she had run off to. I was just about to go track her down when she came back into the room.

“The pool’s open, daddy,” she told me with a smile. She had never stopped calling me daddy. Apparently she enjoyed using that particular term of endearment, even though she was a senior at school.

She gave me a knowing wink as she added, “It’s open all night, daddy. Come down and swim with me?”

I made mention of the lateness of the hour. But she told me she already knew it was well after midnight. Besides, she added, a swim would tire her out and make her ready for bed.

She changed in the bathroom as I changed in a corner of the room. When she came out, she was sporting her sexy, white string bikini. I noticed she was wearing the one that seemed to go semi-transparent whenever she got it wet.

She giggled at me for looking her up and down a little too long. Then she chastised me for wearing my baggy trunks. She begged me to get into my red Speedos that I usually wore for her mother because she loved how I looked in them.

I noticed she had her weight belt and dive mask in her hands. I asked, “Plan on doing a little breath-holding, honey?”

“I sure hope so, daddy,” she giggled back. “See you down at the pool.” Then she stepped out of the room.

I dutifully changed out of my baggy trunks into the requested red Speedos. Then I headed down after her. My wife was left asleep on the bed with the TV turned down.

Kristen was already in the water when I got there. She was sitting on the bottom holding her breath and bubbling when I arrived. I looked down at her and admired her sexy young body, along with all those bubbles she was blowing.

I got into the water and did a little swimming back and forth, watching her sitting in the deep end. She went up for a breath and then submerged again, ending up on the bottom in a sitting position. Then she began to touch herself while I was watching.

Her suit promptly become semi-transparent. I could see flesh beneath it. Her nipples were hard, and her labia were plainly visible through her bottoms. I couldn’t help myself, and I started to get hard.

She waved me to come closer as I swam back and forth, so I did as she wished. She reached out and touched my bulging Speedos as I swam on by. She grinned and bubbled at me when I gave her a “naughty-naughty” finger-wave. Then she went back to touching herself.

When I made my turn and came back toward the deep end, Kristen had popped the strings to her bikini top. She let it fall away as I approached, motioning for me to come closer. Then she reached out and touched my bulge again, grinning and bubbling.

She surfaced and swam over with me to the end of the pool. “I’m really horny now, daddy,” she giggled into my ear. “But I see you’re horny too.”

She reached out and touched my bulge again. Then she took a deep breath and went back down. The weight belt took her right down.

She sat on the bottom and rubbed her tits all over while I was watching her. I could hear her moan as though she was really enjoying herself. Then she reached down and started rubbing the crotch in her bottoms. I could see how hard her nipples had become.

I swam to the other end of the pool, turned around and came back. Kristen saw me approaching, and she rose up onto her knees. Then she tucked her thumbs in her bottoms.

My daughter slowly peeled them partway down as though giving me a strip-show. She grinned at me as she finally popped the strings. Her bottoms fell away, leaving her quite naked.

She waved me to come closer again, so I did as she wanted. This time, she grabbed my bulge and gave it several strokes. She came up with me as I headed up, spewing air out of her nose as she surfaced.

We swam to the edge of the pool. “You sure are getting hard, daddy,” she giggled playfully. “Here; let me take care of that!”

She took a deep breath and went under. She slipped her fingers in my Speedos around my waist. Then she slowly peeled them down, causing my rock hard cock to spring forth.

She reached out and touched it as though excited to see it make an appearance, admiring how hard I’d become. She blew bubbles against it while caressing it lovingly. Then she rose up to the surface, panting quietly once her head popped up.

“Wow, daddy; you’re really hard! It wouldn’t be right of me to let you go back to the room without doing something about it; would it? Besides, mom is trying to sleep. We wouldn’t want you to wake her up just because you need a release; would we?”

She giggled as she took a deep breath. Then she slipped back under the surface. She grabbed onto my legs for support before she took me into her mouth.

The belt around her waist took us down as she went over onto her back, pulling me down on top of her. She grabbed my ass and gave it a good squeeze as she gulped me down. I felt her take me deep into her throat, and I heard her moan as her humming gave my cock a delicious vibration.

We were down quite a while. I couldn’t help thrusting into her mouth. She made a move like she wanted another breath. But I wouldn’t let her up just yet.

She grunted and struggled against me a little before I let her surface. Then I came up with her. “Daddy, you RAT!” she gasped playfully as she hit my shoulder with her fist in kind of a love-tap.

She seemed to like it though as she added, “Let’s stay down longer; ok?” I gave her a head start as she took a deep breath and submerged. She sank to the bottom and settled onto her back.

I inhaled deeply, and then swam down after her. When she spread her legs, I swam in and grabbed her ass from underneath. I gave it a sexy squeeze as I shoved my face into her muff.

My tongue lashed out as I gave her quite a few licks. Then I proceeded to probe her pussy, pushing my tongue between her labia. I lapped up her dripping treasure as I explored the entrance to her quivering hole.

She bubbled with delight. But she really wriggled and squirmed once I pushed it right in and gave her a gentle tongue-fucking. “OH DADDY!” she squealed in a flurry of bubbles.

I got her all worked up. Then I headed for the surface. She came up a couple seconds later, bursting up and panting like crazy.

“Oh daddy; you’re wonderful!” she gushed. “Do it again! Only this time, let me have your cock! I just love having my mouth filled with daddy’s cock!”

She inhaled deeply before heading back down. I went down after her, stretching out on top of her in a 69 position. She grabbed my butt and pulled me close so she could pull my cock down into her mouth.

I grabbed her ass to keep from floating up. Then I mashed my lips against her wet opening. We went to town on each other, moaning and bubbling like crazy.

The harder I licked and sucked and blew little bubbles, the deeper she tried to take me down her throat. It was like we were trying to outdo each other. Then we both had to surface again.

When we came up for air, she told me she wanted to suck my cock again. Only this time, she wanted me to get a little rough with her. She said she loved it when her daddy used her for his enjoyment. So I pushed her head under, and she took my cock into her mouth.

I was facing the door to keep watch when it suddenly opened. I thought for sure we were in trouble. Then my wife walked in, wearing her sexy pink bikini.

She immediately saw who was in the water with me. She came right over to watch. She had this great big smile on her face.

I kept Kristen down a long time. My cock twitched in her mouth each time she groaned and bubbled as she sucked me deep. But when she wanted up, I forced her to stay down a bit longer.

I finally let her up, careful to make sure she was facing me. That way, she couldn’t see that her mother was now sitting on the edge of the pool right behind her. “Oh daddy!” she gushed excitedly.

I pushed her down again. She let up a sexy burst of bubbles as I speared her mouth with my cock for a second time. Then she was at it once more, grunting and gurgling as I forced my cock down her throat.

She didn’t act the least bit upset. In fact, she acted as though she was enjoying herself.

When I looked over at Stephanie, I noticed she was rubbing herself from the eroticism of the moment as I skull-fucked our daughter. “I woke up and you were gone,” she mouthed at me with a smile. Then she pointed at Kristen and nodded as she mouthed “Just keep going.”

I nodded as I gave our daughter a pretty good face-fucking. But Kristen didn’t seem to mind one bit. On the contrary, she kept moaning and groaning and bubbling each time I thrust hard into her mouth.

I let Kristen up for another quick breath before shoving her right back down. My wife let out a gasp of pleasure. Then she popped the strings to her top so she could grope her gorgeous tits. She was all turned on; I could tell her nipples were really hard.

I thrust in and out of Kristen’s mouth before letting her up for another breath. Then I shoved her right back down again. She groaned and sucked like a hungry little slut who hadn’t had her cum shake in a while. It was quite a turn-on!

By now, Stephanie had her bottoms off. She was busy fingering her dripping snatch with one hand while groping her tits with the other. Then I let Kristen back up.

She panted heavily, but she hadn’t yet noticed the presence of her mother. “Wow, daddy!” she panted. “Now I’m REALLY horny!! Can I sit in your lap?”

Without waiting for a reply, she climbed aboard. My daughter slowly impaled herself on my hard, quivering dick. She moaned with pleasure, and her eyes rolled.

“Take me down, daddy!” she begged. “I want to ride you as you fuck me!!” But I figured I pretty much had to go down with her anyway, being as how the weight belt around her waist was trying to pull us down the entire time.

Down we went into the deep end, my daughter bouncing up and down on my cock. Her pussy felt warm and tight. I could feel it spasm as she hungrily milked me with her vaginal muscles.

She groaned and bubbled her pleasure. Then she kissed me deeply. Her tongue even probed my mouth.

As our lungs began to heave, she helped me kick ourselves up to the surface for another breath. “Mom is really missing out, daddy; isn’t she?” Kristen gushed with a giggle. I smiled and nodded as I looked over her shoulder to see my wife rubbing herself up a storm.

Stephanie pointed at her and then motioned… “Take her down.” But Kristen wanted to go down anyway. “Down we go, daddy!” she declared enthusiastically. “Now fuck me hard the way you like to fuck mom sometimes!”

We both inhaled as we stopped kicking, allowing the weight belt to take us down. In no time at all, I saw my wife slip off the edge of the pool and come down to join us. She caught Kristen by surprise when she pulled her over backward, causing our daughter to bubble in alarm.

Stephanie straddled her head before sitting on her face, wedging her into place with her thighs. She looked at me with a look of rapture in her eyes. “Fuck her hard, baby!” she mouthed at me, bubbles slipping out past her lips. Then she began riding our daughter’s face as she reached down to grope those sexy teen tits.

Kristen’s pussy clamped even tighter around my cock as I started fucking her harder. Bubbles exploded up out of her mouth into my wife’s crotch. They caused Stephanie to wince and then moan with pleasure.

My wife rode our daughter’s face even harder. It was as though she was determined to make sure the teenager was going to get her off.

At first, I saw Kristen grab her mother’s ass as though holding on tight. She appeared to go after her mom’s pussy with great gusto. That’s when I saw Stephanie tip her head back, moaning and bubbling with pleasure.

I gave my seductive daughter a good, hard fucking. At the same time, I reached forward, pulled her close and kissed my wife deeply. The two of us groped our daughter’s boobs together as we enjoyed her sexy, naked body.

It wasn’t long until Kristen began to struggle a little. Her chest started to heave, her breasts swaying and jerking from contractions originating in her stomach. Stephanie just clamped onto her head tighter with her thighs so that she couldn’t get away.

I thrust good and hard as Kristen’s pussy began to spasm deliciously from her breathless agony. There were a bunch of sexy bubbles, followed by a gurgly cry. My wife became doubly excited, and as she savagely groped our daughter’s tits, I reached out and groped hers.

Kristen suddenly started thrashing about. She was grunting, bubbling and gurgling as her arms flailed wildly. At the same time, I felt her pussy furiously milking my cock as though she couldn’t help herself.

A moment later I heard my wife bubble, “OH FUCK; SHE’S DROWNING!” Stephanie let out a bubbly scream as she humped our daughter’s face hard with her pussy. At the same time, I gave Kristen the fucking of her life until her pussy seemed to go into spasms.

My cock emptied itself into her. But that seemed to intensify her contractions and convulsions even more. It was as though her naked body was reacting to her father’s seed being pumped inside her.

The life seemed to drain right out of our daughter. She became virtually lifeless between us, save for an occasional muscle spasm.

Stephanie continued to grind her pussy into Kristen’s face as I thrust nice and slow into our daughter’s warm, wet snatch. We kissed each other deeply in the afterglow of our sexual release. Then we headed for the surface with the limp body of our daughter in tow.

We pulled her out of the water and laid her out on the floor. Stephanie began pumping her stomach before doing mouth to mouth. Within a few short seconds, Kristen coughed up some water and then started breathing on her own.

At first she seemed to be in a bit of a daze. “Oh, mom…” she finally sputtered when she saw Stephanie was bending over her. “I should have known that was you!” Then she saw me kneeling nearby.

“Daddy, I felt you cum inside me!” she blurted out enthusiastically. “Then I couldn’t stop cumming and cumming and cumming! WOW!”

I smiled at my wife and daughter. “Think you two are tired enough now to get a little shut-eye?” Kristen just giggled as Stephanie kissed me deeply. Then the three of us dried ourselves off before heading back to the room, happily exhausted…

2014; 2022 (Written for “Stephanie and Kristen” Sep 10 ’14; ed. Jul 20 ‘22 by riwa)

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Donna’s shore leave 6 4.3 (14)

Personal log, supplemental: After reluctantly beaming down to the planet for a few hours of R & R, something I probably needed more than I realized, I find myself in the middle of an erotic nightmare. What’s disturbing about the whole thing is that it might be one of my own making. On this deceptively idyllic planet, my thoughts and fantasies have somehow become reality to the point where I’m seeing things I would have never thought possible.

There are two feminine-like creatures running around down here in the forest, beings I can only describe as some kind of wood nymph. They seem to have this murderous urge to hang innocent young women. I say this because they’ve already hanged me and Yeoman Rand. Amazingly, we were both rescued by Leiani. She was my best friend and former lover. But I haven’t seen since she was transferred to Earth over nine months ago. I still have no idea how she got here.

Now she’s dead, strung up by those two damned creatures. What’s more, Janice is missing. I’m concerned the many erotic thoughts and fantasies I’ve entertained while I’ve been down here on the planet have only succeeded in putting yeoman Rand in grave peril. I’m afraid those two beings are going to hang her unless I can find her first.

I’m on my own. My communicator and tricorder have been taken by those creatures. Thus, I’m unable to make contact with the ship or anyone else on the planet. All I can do is continue my search for yeoman Rand until I locate her.

I can’t shake the feeling that once I find her, those two nymphs will capture me. I sense I’m going to suffer the same fate as the one they intend for Janice. What really disturbs me is the terrible arousal factor I’m feeling at the thought of being hanged side by side with the lovely Janice Rand.

Gawd! What the hell is WRONG with me…???
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It took several minutes of gut-wrenching anguish and grief over the loss of Leiani before she finally remembered Janice was still missing. Reminded of her duty to locate her missing shipmate, yeoman Donna Dangling numbly got to her feet.

She looked up at the nude, unmoving body of her former lover. It only brought the tears back to her eyes. She realized she couldn’t even reach her to bring her down from the tree and cover her nakedness.

It was humiliating being forced to walk away and leave Leiani’s corpse dangling from the tree like that. But she had to find Janice before the pretty young yeoman met the same fate as that of her former lover.

Donna carefully made her way through the woods, her senses on high alert. The limb was back in her hands. She harbored no hesitations about using it on those two damned things. After all, they’d just murdered her former best friend and lover in a rather gruesomely erotic hanging.

Now she was out for revenge, Prime Directive be damned. It didn’t matter a whit to her that they loved to hang young females, or that she and her friends had innocently stumbled into their realm. If she ever ran into them again, they were going to feel her wrath.

“JANICE??” she called out as she moved through the woods. “JANICE? IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, CALL OUT, OK? I’M COMING FOR YOU!” But there was no response.

Donna no longer worried about the possibility of the nymphs hearing her and coming after her. It occurred to her that if she allowed them to find her, perhaps they might lead her to where they were holding poor Janice… that is, if the yeoman was still alive and if she didn’t club them both to death first.

For some reason, she found herself believing – or maybe it was hoping – they were going to wait until she was in their clutches before hanging yeoman Rand. It gave her an erotic shiver to think the two beings might be sadistic enough to capture her and make her watch as they hung her shipmate. Worse, maybe they would hang the two of them together.

Gawd – what a horrible thought, even if it was terribly erotic to contemplate. At least it gave her the hope that Janice was still alive out there somewhere.

The yeoman carefully searched the woods. She did meander off what might have served as a trail. But eventually she came back to it. The yeoman was fully aware her search was taking her farther away from the beam-down point back at the clearing.

Every now and then she called out for Janice. But there was no answer. Sometimes she even called out for the two nymphs to show themselves. But her ears never picked up that familiar chittering sound they made, nor that devilish giggling they delighted in whenever they were doing something particularly nasty.

Her search took her up a small incline. As the trees parted, she saw cliffs off to her left running parallel to the forest she was in. An instant later she spotted it: an opening up in the cliff face.

It looked like a large cave up there. But what drew her attention to it was the two long, parallel poles that seemed to emerge out of the top of the cavern. They looked like they were designed for hanging something off them.

…like unsuspecting young females perhaps?

Donna’s eyes went wide. Her hand instinctively covered her mouth as feelings of arousal tingled wildly throughout her body. ‘GAWD – what a HORRIBLE place to die!’ she thought. ‘To hang helplessly above the forest floor like that? …dangling from the end of one of those poles??’

“JANICE??” she called out anxiously. “JANICE? …YOU UP THERE??” Gawd, she had to be sure!

Heart thumping wildly in her chest, Donna set out toward the cliffs. She had to find the best path she could among the trees and shrubs. She used the limb in her hands to help steady her balance as she moved in that direction.

The trees finally thinned out as the ground became rocky. She carefully made her way to the edge of the cliff. For the moment the cave and the poles were out of sight, somewhere around the next bend.

Donna moved along as quickly as she could among the boulders, the edge of the forest just off to her right. Then she rounded the bend in the cliff face. That’s when she got a much better look at the cave opening.

She saw the two poles that jutted out a few hundred meters above and beyond her current position. Then she gasped in horror at what else she saw. Dangling from the end of each pole was a length of rope about 4 meters or so in length.

The ends of both ropes had been tied into hangman’s nooses. She was sure she hadn’t seen them there before. She supposed it was possible she’d been too far away to detect the nooses from her previous vantage point.

Donna instinctively threw herself back against the cliff face. She did not want to be spotted, certainly not with what appeared to be waiting for her. The yeoman’s heart hammered in her chest.

“Two nooses?!” she gasped quietly to herself in alarm. Her chest heaved as her body tingled like mad.

“Two nooses? They’re gonna hang the two of us??” Now she had a dilemma. What if pressing on meant the strong possibility of getting caught and being strung up right along with her friend??

Donna took several deep breaths to steady her nerves. There was no use fretting over her totally soaked undergarments. There was nothing she could do about them now.

‘I gotta find her!’ she told herself despite the fact she was trembling all over. ‘I just can’t leave without Janice!’

There was simply no way she could live with herself by abandoning her shipmate to those two sadistic creatures despite the risk to herself. So she began moving forward along the base of the cliffs in an effort to find a path up to the cave. But as Donna picked her way along the rocky base of the cliffs, she found herself seriously questioning her motives.

Was she searching because she really wanted to find Janice and make sure her friend remained unharmed? Or was it because deep down she wanted to be there when they hung the pretty yeoman, especially if they were going to hang her nude? Gawd – what a horrible thought!

‘Or was it something even darker?’ she had to ask herself. What if she was hoping for a double hanging? Was she being irresistibly drawn toward a destiny she secretly wanted for herself, a destiny she’d fantasized about for many years?

What if a part of her WANTED to be hanged? What’s more, what if she wanted to be hung next to the helpless, naked form of a woman she’d been starting to lust after?

GAWD – WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE THINKING??

Donna paused and took a deep breath to clear her head. She forced herself to drive the terribly arousing thoughts and images out of her mind. Then she pressed on, trying to ignore how terribly excited she was starting to become…

The path abruptly ended. Donna found herself unable to progress any farther forward. She was about 20 meters below and to the side of the cave, with no visible means of accessing the opening in the cliff face.

The poles were clearly visible now, running parallel to each other and about a meter apart. The nooses were also ominously visible, dangling there as though calling out to her. Looking down, she could see the rocks below that bordered the edge of the woods.

Donna shivered from an arousal she just couldn’t seem to get under control. This was crazy! What if Janice wasn’t up there after all?

What if she was subconsciously putting herself in harm’s way for the express purpose of hoping to experience her deepest, darkest desires? What the hell was she thinking?? Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

She suddenly heard the faint sound of a familiar voice originating from somewhere above her… “No… please… don’t do this to me… it isn’t right!”

Yeoman Dangling’s breath caught in her throat. My gawd; that sounded like Janice! Worse, it was coming from the cave. They really DID have her up there! She had to do something before they hung her from the end of one of those damn poles!

Looking up, Donna noticed an opening in the cliff face a couple of meters directly above her. It seemed like a potential opening to a passage that might lead inside. The voice had actually echoed faintly up there as well, almost as though there might be a tunnel connecting it to the big cave several meters over. But how was she going to get up there??

“…no… please don’t do this to me… you can’t… ”

It was Janice again. She sounded terrified! There probably wasn’t much time left. If she was going to go help her friend and shipmate, she had to do it now!

Looking up, Donna saw some potential handholds, places where she thought she could put her hands and feet. If she was going to reach Janice, this might be her best bet. But she was going to have to leave the limb behind, the one she’d brought along as a weapon. She would need her hands free if she was going to climb up the side of the cliff face.

Yeoman Dangling propped the limb up out of her way against the rock face. She reached up, found the first handhold and began climbing… her left hand there… right hand over there… got it!

Now the left foot… up… don’t lose your grip, girl… left hand higher up… right hand… gawd; don’t fall! …slow but sure… right foot there… left foot… left hand… easy… remember, Janice is counting on you… hand up… almost there… just a little more…

Donna slowly climbed the two meters up until she could pull herself up into the small opening. Sure enough, there seemed to be some sort of a passageway that went back into the cliff face. She stretched out on the rocky floor and panted for breath, trembling at the climb she’d just made.

She had no idea how the hell she and Janice were going to get back down. There would have to be time to figure that out later. Right now she had to –

“No… ohmygawd – please don’t hang m – MMMMPHPHFFF!”

Oh, NO! That sounded like it was coming from the passageway in front of her! The sound must be carrying from the big cave with the poles.

Donna quickly got to her feet. She dove headlong into the darkened tunnel. Her heart pounded anxiously in her chest.

There was just enough light in the passageway for Donna to scoot through. She weaved her way around outcroppings while wiggling through narrow sections of rock. The muffled cries grew louder.

The tunnel went upward. As she got closer, her heart rate increased dramatically. Then it began to get lighter.

She knew she was almost there. But what would she do once she got there? What could she use as a weapon??

Donna looked around until she found a rock lying on the floor of the passageway. It was big enough to cause some serious damage were it to come in contact with the skull of a particular creature she was thinking about.

She hefted it in her right hand as she cautiously drew closer to what appeared to be an opening into the larger cave. The passageway angled to her right and toward the opening to the main cavern itself. She cautiously stepped though, emerging into the back of a rather large cave.

What she saw made her eyes go wide in horror…

At the front of the cave, the rocky floor sloped upward into something that served as some sort of rounded platform. Standing on it and facing into the cavern was an obviously terrified Janice Rand.

Her back was to the forest floor below and beyond. Any further footing dropped away sharply behind her. One false step backward and she would fall.

The yeoman was completely naked. Her mouth was stuffed with something black, an object Donna could only assume were the bottoms to Rand’s undergarments. The boots and red outfit had been casually tossed into a corner of the cavern.

There was no sign of her nylons or bra. Donna could only surmise they were being used to secure the young woman’s wrists behind her back.

Yeoman Rand was standing directly under the left one of two round, wooden poles that jutted out from the roof of the cave, shooting straight out. A noose was around her slender neck, attached to a rope that arced its way out to the end of the pole on the left. Her long, blond hair was pulled clear of the rope, only to cascade down the shoulders of the poor woman’s trembling body.

The two creatures were inspecting their victim carefully. Their backs were to her would-be rescuer. Donna could hear Rand’s muffled cries and whimpers.

Down between the poor woman’s legs was a small tuft of blond, pubic hair. Her slit which lay further down appeared to glisten with moisture. Donna was appalled to realize it would only take a gentle push to send yeoman Rand falling backward to her doom, the noose grabbing her by the neck and setting her to swinging wildly as she hung to death.

Yeoman Dangling trembled like mad. An incredible wave of shameful arousal coursed through her body at the horribly erotic scene before her. A moment later she went red with shame over how much it was affecting her in such a blatantly sexual manner.

The whole thing seemed so damned unreal! And yet there Janice was, on the verge of being pushed backward and sent to a terrifying end, swinging at the end of a rope.

Donna caught her breath to calm herself down. Now was the time to act. Thus, she hefted the rock menacingly in her hands, determined to spare her shipmate a horrible fate as she stepped forward…

“All right, you two – back away from her!”

Janice heard her voice and turned toward her. Donna saw the yeoman’s eyes go wide. A moment later the poor thing began shaking her head at her, the gag in her mouth muffling her cries of alarm.

Strangely, Donna got the impression Rand was trying to warn her away about something. That’s when the two nymphs turned toward her as well. For a horrifying moment Donna was afraid they were going to push Janice backward to her death before she could stop them.

“I SAID STEP AWAY FROM HER, DAMN YOU!”

Donna tried to use her best authoritative voice, wanting to make it sound as though she was in charge. Then she tried to reassure her shipmate. “Hang on, Janice! I’m gonna get you down from there!”

The two nymphs stepped off the rocky incline away from Rand. They chittered at Donna with a smile on their faces as they both gazed at her. Neither seemed particularly alarmed at seeing her there. On the contrary, they almost seemed… pleased?

Gawd – she was trembling like mad! The whole damned thing was too terribly erotic for her frame of mind!

She could see the noose dangling from the other pole. Deep down, she suspected it was meant for her. Donna had to keep swallowing down the lump that kept rising in her throat.

Damn! She had to get them both out of there quickly! But Janice kept shaking her head at her.

It was as though she was trying to cry out to her through the gag in her mouth. Was she trying to warn her? Of what… the two nymphs??

No problem! If either one of them got too close, she would brain them in the head with the rock. That ought to make the other one think twice about grabbing for her.

As she hefted the rock in a warning gesture, they took a couple steps toward her. “Stay back!” Donna warned them, raising the rock a little higher in her hand. “I’m WARNING you!”

They paused when she lifted the rock. A moment later, they proceeded to take a couple more steps forward. They looked at her curiously, as if to say “You’re not really planning on doing anything serious with THAT, are you?”

They paused again before taking another couple of tentative steps forward. For some reason, poor Janice was almost freaking out. She kept shaking her head while letting out muffled cries of alarm.

“STAY BACK, I’M TELLING YOU!”

Donna instinctively took a step backward, her body tingling like crazy. She didn’t want them getting much closer. What was she going to do if they kept approaching her? Was she really going to initiate an attack against a native species of this planet… with a rock??

“STAY BACK – AAUUGGHH!”

Donna cried out in alarm as she backed into someone standing directly behind her. A moment later she heard a familiar voice whisper into her ear, “Now where do you think you’re going, baby?”

LEIANI?? OHMYGAWD – IT COULDN’T BE!!

An instant later, she felt a hand grasp firmly onto one arm. The other reached out and grabbed the wrist that was supporting the rock in her hand. Donna inhaled sharply as she turned around to see…

“Leiani??” she gasped, her eyes wide in shock as her breath caught in her throat. “My gawd, baby; you’re supposed to be dead!”

The Asian woman giggled with strangely wicked amusement. Donna realized to her utter astonishment that her former lover was completely naked. What’s more, there appeared to be no mark of any kind around her neck where a noose had supposedly squeezed the very life out of her.

“Things aren’t always what they appear to be down here, baby,” her former Asian lover murmured seductively. “Now why don’t you put that thing down before you hurt yourself?”

Donna sensed movement behind her. She turned to see the two woodland creatures approaching without any sort of concern. They did not seem the least bit frightened or alarmed, either of her OR her former friend and lover.

Donna anxiously gasped, “Gawd, baby; you gotta help me! They’re… they’re gonna hang Janice!”

“Don’t worry, baby; I’m here!” Leiani assured her. “And I’m certainly gonna help you, all right!”

The oriental woman suddenly grinned wickedly at her. “I’m gonna help you realize your greatest fantasy, baby. I’m gonna help the wonder twins here hang you and Janice together.”

Yeoman Dangling was horrified. “Leiani?? You can’t be serious?!”

“They’re coming for you,” Leiani purred seductively.
Donna whirled to see the two creatures advancing on her. She began to wiggle in her former lover’s grasp, trying to back away from them. But she was up against the Asian woman’s naked body. Strangely, Leiani wasn’t giving any ground.

“No; let me go! What are you DOING?”

“Being what you want me to be, baby! I’m here to give you your heart’s desire.”

“No! Ohmygawd; wh… what about Janice?”

“She’s gonna look so hot when she hangs next to you, baby.”

Leiani sensuously nibbled on Donna’s ear. Yeoman Dangling shivered from a perverse arousal. She whimpered as her former best friend cheerfully addressed her next comments to the two advancing wood nymphs…

“Come and get her; she’s all yours. Don’t worry; she won’t bite.”

“LEIANI??!!”

“You can’t resist them, baby. You should know that by now.”

Donna stared at them in horror as they got closer. Her lover kept purring dangerous words into her ears… “After all… they’re wood nymphs; right? They’re enchanted, just like you always told me how you expected them to be; isn’t that right, baby? You ought to know by now… the closer they get to you, the harder it is for you to resist their power over you”

Yeoman Dangling swallowed hard. Was it possible?? Then the Asian softly breathed into her ear, “I’m gonna help ’em, baby. I’m gonna help ’em hang you and Janice. Trust me, baby; you’re gonna LOVE it!”

Donna’s eyes flew open in horror. “NO! You can’t DO this to us!”

“Oh, but I can, baby!” It was the devil whispering into her ear…

Her body was trembling like crazy. Donna looked over and saw poor Janice shaking her head in sorrow. There were tears in the young woman’s eyes.

The poor thing whimpered helplessly. Now it became all too clear, although a bit too late. Rand had been trying to warn her.

Had she tried to alert her to the enchanting powers of the two nymphs? Or had she been trying to warn her of the presence of her traitorous lover who’d been standing behind her all along? How the hell had she gotten down from that tree??

Donna whimpered as her legs became all rubbery. The nymphs were almost to her. Her mind screamed at her to do something… screamed at them not to come any closer… screamed at Leiani to do something. But she couldn’t make a sound other than a pitiful whimper.

Her muscles felt like lead as her arms fell weakly to her sides. She tried to raise the rock in a defensive gesture. But it felt like it weighed a ton in her hand.

The two creatures reached out to take her. As they touched her, she felt a jolt of shamefully intense arousal coursing through her body. Yeoman Dangling shivered as her hand opened of its own accord.

The rock fell harmlessly onto the stone floor of the cavern with a clatter. It rolled a couple of meters before coming to rest all by itself. Then she felt Leiani shove her from behind into their waiting arms.

Donna moaned helplessly. Her body was on fire with a terrible arousal despite the fear she was experiencing. There was nothing but dreadfully exciting anticipation over what was now going to be done both to her as well as her shipmate.

She and Janice were going to hang to death… and she was absolutely powerless to do anything about it…

2008; 2022 (written for Donna May 9 ’08; ed. Jan 2 ’22 by riwa)

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Shelly in Cancun 6 3.6 (16)

Chapter 6 – Breath-holding games

Andria motions at the four of us. I can tell she wants to go again. I’m not at all surprised, being as how she’s so competitive. She doesn’t like finishing in last place.

My dive buddy nods agreeably. She starts taking deep breaths from her regulator in order to prepare. Then she grabs her mouthpiece and starts counting down from 5 with her fingers, folding each one in.

Andria and her friend grab their regs and get ready as they drift closer to us. I take several deep breaths to get ready as well. I don’t mind partaking in another contest.

At “one” I hear an audible intake of air from several regulators. 4 mouthpieces are removed. Once again there’s that eerie sea bottom quiet as exhalation bubbles are silenced.

We all look at each other for several moments. I suspect this one is going to be much more competitive. Then I see Andria’s dive buddy allow her mouthpiece to fall from her hand.

A smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she slowly starts rubbing her fabric-covered breasts. Andria looks on with amusement. A moment later she grins as she starts to do the same thing to herself.

Damn! Are those two over-sexed or what?!

I look at Andria and shake my head in amusement. My scuba partner looks at her friend and rolls her eyes. A moment later the tingle I’d lost when Andria and her friend showed up and interrupted the “attention” I was receiving returns in a rush.

An erotic thought flickers through my head. It’s possible we’re about to break out in a breath-holding orgy. The next thing I know my pussy is tingling again.

I’m a little embarrassed with myself. I find myself longing to have my dive partner start touching me again. This is crazy; we’re at the bottom of the ocean here!

I’m not surprised to see Andria and her friend abruptly stop touching themselves. They simply exchange targets as they reach out and touch each other. They caress each other’s breasts, giving each other a good grope as they bubble at each other.

They’re being rather informal with each other. Maybe my dive partner and I shouldn’t have allowed them to trail behind us all by themselves. Apparently we neglected our chaperoning duties with those two.

I turn to my diving partner and give her a wry smile. I shake my head, pointing at them. I motion as if to say, “Those two!”

She returns my smile before looking at them for a long moment. Then she shakes her head with amusement. Maybe she’s wondering which one is worse: hers or mine.

Her hand reaches out toward me. I feel her caress the inside of my thigh as her other hand hangs onto her reg. That’s no fair!

I feel her touch the fabric to my pussy. She slowly runs her hand up and down over my sensitive area. I close my eyes for a moment as I shiver with a burble.

I hear a grunt and a moan. I open my eyes and glance over at our other two competitors. Andria and her friend are going at it, fondling and caressing each other.

Both bodies appear to spasm a little. Air slips out past their lips in little dribbles. They motion at each other as if to say, “YOU give up first!” before going back to groping each other.

My naughty dive buddy rubs my crotch through the fabric. I involuntarily hump against her hand. It feels good.

I’d better fight back or I’m going to lose this one. I can feel my lungs begin their slow burn. It’s got to be close to two minutes by now.

I reach out and caress her breasts though her bikini top with my free hand. Her reaction is immediate. A look of ecstasy blossoms all over her face.

She closes her eyes as though she’s been waiting for me to do this ever since she first saw me. But she doesn’t stop touching me. I hump against her probing even more as my lungs begin to burn.

I’m determined to outlast her despite what she’s doing to me. I caress her breasts more aggressively as I lose bubbles. That’s when I release the reg in my hand, freeing it up so I can put both of them to good use. I’m rewarded the moment I force a moan out of her as she loses a few dribbles of air.

I glance over to see that Andria and her partner are spasming significantly. They’re desperately trying to outlast each other. They continue caressing each other as they squirm and bubble.

I watch them both spasm hard before they fumble to retrieve their regulators. At the same time I feel fingers press against my opening. It causes me to shiver and moan.

It’s hard to watch them and pay attention because of the sensations I’m receiving. I see Andria’s Asian friend hold onto her reg without taking a breath. She stubbornly holds out, even though her chest is spasming while her breasts heave.

Andria finally loses a big burst of air. She slams her reg home between her lips in disgust. She’s only a moment behind her friend who frantically places her own reg between her lips.

Andria glares at her for a long moment. Then a big smile crosses her face. The two are friends again as they wrap themselves in each other’s arms, their bodies pressing hard into each other.

I shudder while losing a burst of air. My dive buddy slips her fingers under the fabric of my suit, finding my sensitive nub. I can see she’s starting to spasm as well.

If only I can hold out and beat her. I also have a little competitive streak. So I desperately try to finger her erect nipples through her suit as my lungs start to spasm.

Her fingers work their way to my opening. They start to wiggle their way inside…

SHIT!

I spasm hard, moments away from an embarrassing orgasm if I don’t drown first. I can see her chest heaving noticeably. But I give up as I fumble frantically for the buddy regulator.

I cram it between my lips and suck hard as I glare at her. She just grins at me while still wiggling her fingers inside me. Then she pulls them out.

She makes a brief show of sucking on them. Her eyes close as though it’s the tastiest thing she’s ever sucked on. Then she pulls her fingers out of her mouth.

I watch her stuff her reg between her lips before breathing deeply. Watching her is so damned erotic. For some reason it gives me erotic tingles.

I struggle to compose myself. The four of us breathe deeply. All that can be heard inside the shack is the sound of 4 females sucking on their regulators and then exhaling heavily.

I look at my Asian dive buddy for a long, lustful moment, I turn toward Andria and her friend, only to see them grinning at us. That’s when it dawns on me they’ve been watching us the entire time.

They saw us molesting each other. They watched my dive partner slip her fingers under my silvery thong. My face goes crimson again, and I swear they’re giggling at the two of us.

I see my dive buddy exchange knowing looks with her companion. Then she nods and motions to her as though waving her out the door. Her friend nods with some sort of understanding.

She gets Andria’s attention. They she motions for them both to leave. Andria takes one last look at the two of us.

The way she grins at me makes me wonder if some sort of signal has been passed back and forth between our two Japanese friends. A moment later Andria and her dive partner fin their way out of the room. I watch as they make their way forward along the length of the wreck toward the bow.

Where the hell are they off to? Why are they leaving? Then I look at my dive buddy.

An erotic shiver ripples through me. She’s not going to take advantage of me while we’re alone, is she? I want to call out to Andria not to leave me alone with this barracuda. But she’s already gone.

My heart starts to race as my body tingles like crazy. I’m half expecting to end up on the receiving end of a sexual assault I’m partially hoping to receive. Instead, she simply smiles at me as though she knows something I don’t.

She motions for me to come along with her. I can’t go anywhere without losing the buddy regulator. And since I don’t want to head to the surface without Andria, I willingly go along with her.

We fin side by side. But I can’t help wondering what she’s up to now. Is she going to come up with more delicious ways to molest me?

We fin our way out the door. Instead of heading off after our friends, we circle around until we make our way to the stern of the wreck. We follow the deck and the railing until we’re on the starboard corner with a view up the length of the wreck.

My sexy Asian dive partner catches me off-guard when she starts to remove her dive gear. She unstraps it from around her waist, taking it off her shoulders. I nervously tap her on the shoulder… “Uh, what are you doing?”

She motions to me, indicating we’re about to leave the tank behind. I should make sure I get a good breath. Then she points toward the other end of the wreck as though that’s where we’re headed.

I’m understandably alarmed. She wants us to leave the gear behind? Are we heading back to the surface?

I gesture as though wanting to confirm her plans. She nods her head “Yes”. But I notice she keeps a careful eye toward the bow.

I look in that direction. I remember how Andria and I managed to work ourselves all the way around the wreck before swimming back up to the surface. Maybe my Oriental friend here is planning on us swimming to the end and back before refilling our lungs.

I figure if Andria and I did it and managed to reach the surface before running out of air, I should easily be able to swim to the other end and back on one breath. Besides, we just got done having a little breath-holding practice a few moments ago. If my dive partner here thinks she can make it, I know I sure as hell can!

That’s when I suddenly see it. There’s a burst of bubbles from somewhere up near the bow, coming up from somewhere in front of the pilot shack. A moment later I see another burst.

Anxiety fills me as I grab my dive partner’s arm. I point… “There’s something wrong! Shouldn’t we take the gear and go HELP them?”

She shakes her head. My companion calmly removes her reg. Then she purges it, sending up a single burst of air.

It suddenly occurs to me Andria and her friend may have purged their regulators. Is my dive buddy responding? Then she places it back between her lips.

She motions with her fingers… “Three… two… one” before taking a deep breath. Then she removes her reg and places it next to the tank. She motions for me to do the same.

Reluctantly I fill my lungs before removing the reg from my mouth. I place it near hers next to the tank. Then I follow after her as she fins her way forward.

She moves forward slowly and calmly. Her legs propel her with long, easy strokes as she fins along the starboard railing. She must know what she’s doing.

When I catch up to her she senses my presence. She smiles as she turns and offers her hand to me. I gladly accept it to the point where I’m not so anxious anymore.

I settle in right next to her as we fin our way forward side by side. I’m not totally certain what’s going on. But she seems to know what’s she’s doing, and I feel I can trust her.

I suddenly see Andria and her friend emerge from the other side of the pilot shack. They’re finning their way toward the stern as they swim above the railing on the port side of the wreck. Neither one of them is wearing any dive gear.

Andria sees us and points in our direction. She’s just as surprised at seeing us as I am at seeing them. The ladies we’re with don’t seem to be too concerned we’re off the scuba gear.

She and I stare at each other as we pass by on opposite sides of the wreck. She looks totally confused as to what’s going on. I wonder if she’s thinking about us the same thing I’m thinking about them… “What the hell happened to your scuba gear??”

We slowly fin onwards, my Asian companion kicking gracefully. She turns to me and smiles. I can’t help smiling back.

Her grip is reassuring. I can’t help feeling that no matter what she and her friend are up to, Andria and I are safe in their company. Have they done something like this before?

We’re next to the pilot shack as we head for the bow. The front railing abruptly comes into view. That’s when I see the other scuba tank resting serenely against the railing at the forward most point of the wreck.

My eyes widen in surprise; I’m utterly astonished. I also realize I’m nowhere near needing any air right now. But my Japanese dive buddy fins us right over to the tank.

We both reach down and pick up the regulators. Then we place them in our mouths. There’s plenty of air, and we breathe easily.

My new friend grins at me as she fills her lungs. Then she points back in the direction we’ve come. She motions as though seeing if I’m ready to return.

I suddenly figure it out. I smile at her, nodding my head. That’s when she removes her reg from her mouth.

She purges it briefly, and then once more. Instantly I recognize the signal we saw when we were at the stern: two small bursts of air. I smile with understanding as she puts the reg back in her mouth.

She turns toward the rear of the wreck. Together we look back, waiting patiently. We see one small burst of bubbles, dribbling up from behind the structure at the stern of the vessel, just the way my sexy scuba friend did before we left.

Is that the return signal? Are they indicating they’re ready? Now I get the definite feeling these two have played this game before.

I look at my dive buddy with newfound respect and admiration. A smile crosses her face. She knows I’ve just figured it out.

She gives me the ‘OK’ sign. Then she starts to count from three by using her fingers. I smile and nod as I fill my lungs.

At “zero” we remove the regs from our mouths. We gently place them down next to the tank. Then we start finning our way back along the port side of the wreck, the same way Andria and her dive buddy did.

This time we arc over toward the reef, moving farther away from the wreck as we fin our way back hand in hand. It’s as though we’re in no hurry to get back. I don’t mind at all.

I didn’t really need the scuba tank when we arrived at the bow. So I allow her to lead us in a rather large half-circle. Our path slowly works us toward the reef and then back toward the stern of the wreck.

Across from us I can see Andria and her friend taking their time as they head back in the general direction of the bow. They fin themselves up and down like a couple of playful dolphins. I can’t help smiling at them.

My dive buddy looks over at them. Then she turns and smiles at me as she motions toward them. I nod and bubble, thinking to myself this is kind of a fun little game.

We fin our way back to the stern and the scuba tank that awaits us. Hovering just outside the railing, we reach through and scoop up the regulators. I’m not out of breath yet, but that’s ok.

As we refill our lungs, my Oriental dive partner smiles at me. She nods her head as she gestures, “Having fun yet?” I nod that I am.

She motions toward the bow and back again. Then she raises one finger. Is she asking if we should go up and back on one breath?

My eyes light up with excitement. I like the idea of being off the regs for a longer period of time. So I nod eagerly.

Unexpectedly she removes her regulator. Then she puts her hand out, asking for mine as well. What’s she doing now?

I willingly oblige. A moment later she stretches her arms out at her sides. Then she purges both of them briefly, sending two brief streams of air bubbling toward the surface.

She smiles as she hands mine back to me. She puts hers between her lips before motioning toward the bow. I guess we’re waiting for some sort of signal.

Does her friend know about this too? Will she understand by the parallel bursts? Will we get that “one-burst” reply?

As I suck on my regulator, we both turn toward the bow, waiting patiently. Sure enough, we soon see one brief spurt in reply. I assume that’s the signal for “OK”.

I find myself becoming a little more excited. We’re going to be off the tanks for a longer period of time. But I’m certain we can both handle it.

My dive partner turns to me and starts counting down with her fingers from 3. At 1 we both inhale deeply before removing our regs. Then we place them down next to the tank.

I’m astonished when she grandly gestures… “After you!” I look at her in surprise as I motion at myself… “What? You want ME to lead?”

My eyes light up with delight. I smile at her, trembling with excitement once again. She smiles back at me before motioning for me to get started

I start by finning myself down toward the sandy bottom. I like the idea of swimming along the base of the wreck, having it loom right next to us. Damn; I’m really enjoying myself!

It isn’t long until she catches up to me. Once more she grabs my right hand. She ends up finning right next to me with those long, smooth kicks of hers.

I have an incredible sense of joy as we move along the bottom together. Cool water caresses my body, making me tingle all over. I certainly didn’t expect to be using any scuba gear today. And I certainly didn’t expect to be in the company of anyone other than Andria, much less a couple of sexy Asian chicks.

I bubble pleasantly, giving my new-found friend a smile as I squeeze her hand. She promptly returns the gesture. Our shared swim is so wonderful that it threatens to take my breath away.

It isn’t long before we come to the bow. But instead of making a sharp turn and heading right back, I take us on a long, graceful arc that once more takes us over toward the reef. For some reason I just want to hold my breath longer. Thankfully my companion doesn’t seem to mind.

Together we fin our way over until we come to the edge of the reef. We follow the reef line for several yards. It’s beautiful, but after a few moments I feel that urge in my lungs telling me I’d better be thinking about my next breath.

I angle our direction back toward the stern and our awaiting tank. My reef partner does not put up any resistance. This trip is mine to do with as I please, and it gives me a thrill of excitement. It’s almost as though we can anticipate each other.

As we approach the base of the wreck, I feel them in my chest: gentle, nudging spasms of breathlessness. My lungs will be needing air soon. I welcome the thought of putting the reg between my lips and tasting compressed air. But I’m also thinking of our next run.

I find myself wondering if it will be her turn to lead us again. Where is she going to take us? Will we be away from her scuba gear even longer? I find myself looking forward to it.

I glance toward the bow as we approach, wondering if I can see our counterparts. They’re nowhere in sight. I assume they’re somewhere out of view, perhaps on the other side of the wreck heading back to their scuba tank just like we are.

A part of me feels a faint flutter of anxiety as my lungs begin to burn. But I trust Andria implicitly. I know she won’t do anything foolish… well, maybe nothing TOO foolish anyway.

I also trust her new friend. I suspect they’re both wise enough to know their limits. They’re probably enjoying their swim just like we are.

The wreck looms as we fin up to the base of the stern, directly over the buried propellers. I feel my lungs spasm a little more intently. But I don’t panic.

It feels exhilarating to have pushed it a little. Next time I’d like to push it even more, especially if my dive partner is up for it. I suspect she is, as we both seem so alike.

Then the railing comes into view. That’s when my heart skips a beat. I have to fight down a sudden surge of panic.

I break away from my companion and fin up quickly. My heart leaps into my throat as I grab the railing, looking around frantically. A moment later I hear a bubbly cry of alarm as my dive partner comes up right next to me.

Both of us look stare incredulously. Then as one, we begin looking all around…

Where the hell did our scuba gear go??

2007; 2020 (written Jul 27 ’07; ed. Oct 4 ‘20 by riwa)

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Premonitions 3.3 (19)

When Mari didn’t surface, I tried pulling on the rope to her bucket. But it would not give way. It must have been caught on something down below.

With concern in my heart for another of my Ama sisters, I filled my lungs. Then I dove downward with concern, fearing the worst. It would not be the first time something bad had happened to one of us.

She was true to her name: “the obstinate one”. I told her diving to 40 meters to find pearls was a great risk. She just scoffed at me.

She told me I lacked ambition. She said I did not have the will to go where the oysters would be plentiful. What good was a bed of plentiful oysters, I’d replied, if one cannot get them back to the surface without perishing?

I followed the rope down from her bucket, making sure not to lose it in the growing darkness. It remained tight, refusing to give. And still, there was no Mari.

She may have been stubborn and rebellious. But none of us wanted anything bad to happen to her. After all, we are all sisters of the sea, diving for pearls to provide a life for ourselves and for our families.

I felt the pressure and chill of depth as I went ever deeper. I descended to 20 meters, and then 25. Surely she had not been foolish enough to go deeper, had she? But her rope disappeared below me. I feared of what I would discover.

It got darker until my eyes had to adjust to limited illumination through my oval dive mask. But I finally encountered her body at right around 35 meters. There were three impressive oyster shells in her net bag. But she would never live to see the contents sold to bring food to her aging grandmother.

Her foot was wedged in a crevice between some coral. She had gotten stuck. Now her lifeless body appeared to be swaying ever so softly.

Her nipples were hard on her bare chest. It was residual evidence of that final excitement of peril. I know of the excitement one gets when you are not sure you will be able to reach the surface in time.

There was just enough illumination for me to see a horrible expression of shock in her eyes through her dive mask. Her mouth gaped open from her failed attempts at breath. Then I caught sight of a couple of bubbles slipping past her lips to scurry to the surface.

I was too late. She must have drowned only a short time ago.

I paused for a long moment to look into her eyes, to look at that expression in her face that had now softened in death. Surely, she must have known in those last, breathless moments that she was stuck and was about to drown. I could not help shuddering at the thought.

How horrible it must have been. What did it feel like during those last agonizing moments when she knew her breath was about to go? What thoughts did she have, knowing she was on the verge of drowning?

Did she think of her grandmother? Did she wonder how the rest of us would feel at her loss? Did she plead with the gods of the sea to free her ankle and allow her to live? And most of all: did she happen to see the ghost of one of our own who had gone before her?

These are questions that come to mind whenever I find myself in a tenuous situation. I suspect my sisters have also had similar thoughts. But we never share them aloud with each other.

That would be considered bad form, a bad omen. Many see it as a premonition of things to come. We never discuss death amongst ourselves, not when we work so close to it each and every day.

I suddenly felt it in my lungs, a reminder of how deep I was and how I could not tarry long. While I was here, I needed to work quickly in order to free Mari from the coral and get her to the surface before my own breath gave out. I would want her to do the same for me if our roles were reversed.

The rope from her bucket was still attached to her body. That was good. I tried to pull her free, but she was wedged in tightly. The reef did not wish to relinquish its prize.

I grabbed her leg and pulled hard, knowing I would want someone to pull my body up if I had drowned. I would want my family to have something to bury, at least giving them a sense of closure. But I could feel the strain building in my lungs. This was proving difficult, and I was much deeper than I normally would have been.

I struggled to work her foot loose from the coral, not wanting her body to serve as food for the creatures of the deep. But the strain was growing in my chest. If I didn’t free her soon, I would have to abandon her and return to the surface.

I braced my feet and pulled hard against the coral, grunting and bubbling. It shifted a little until her body floated free. But I knew in a heartbeat I could never make it back to the surface with her in tow.

Realizing I was nearly out of breath, I reluctantly left her behind. I started pulling on her rope hand over hand, anxious to reach the surface and the air I so desperately needed. Then I released the rope altogether as I started kicking hard for the surface.

Panic started to well up within me as I raced my expelled breath. Mari’s drowned image was on my mind the entire time. It was disturbing having found her like that. But I knew my fate would be the same if I did not reach the surface in time.

I released the last of my air during my frantic ascent, pondering her sad fate the entire journey upwards. It was the fate of a careless Ama, a fate that could very easily prove to be mine as well. But the water was getting lighter, the surface drawing nearer. If only I could reach it in time!

My chest really began to heave; I had been down at great depth. My lungs were empty, and I felt heavy. It was as though the sea wanted to claim me as well.

Maybe it was Mari’s spirit not wanting to pass into the afterlife alone. Maybe she wanted to take me with her!

For a heart-stopping moment, I didn’t think I was going to make it. Then I burst up out of the water, gasping loudly for breath. I desperately clung to Mari’s bucket, panting heavily.

I hoped in those moments I would not suddenly pass out and slip back under the surface as Keiko had done two weeks ago. She was lucky another Ama had been nearby to see her and quickly bring her back up. The risk of passing out at the surface is just as great as drowning at the bottom of the sea.

My breath finally returned as the sadness of what lay below me set in. I began calling out to the nearby divers… “MARI HAS DROWNED! MARI HAS DROWNED! COME HELP ME!”

In no time at all, Chika and Haruki swam over to me. “What has happened?” they clamored anxiously.

With tears in my eyes, I told them my tale: I had gone down and found Mari on the bottom and that she had gotten her foot wedged and had drowned. “Help me bring her body up for her grandmother,” I said to them amidst my sobs of grief.

Together, they started pulling on her rope until they were able to pull her up. I told them that since I had found her, I would be the one to go down and make sure her body remained tethered to it and was indeed coming up. Then I took a deep breath and slipped back under the surface.

I could see the rope coming up as I swam back down. I detected many knots where it had been severed and retied. As long as her body remained attached to it, she would be returned to the surface world. Besides, I was hoping there would be no need for me to go all the way down for a second time.

Within moments, I saw her being pulled up from the depths. Her body jerked upward with each tug of the rope still attached to her waist. Little bubbles slipped out of her parted lips as though the remaining air in her lungs was being forcibly expelled with each jerk of the rope. Her eyes still had that horrible look of shock; her nipples still erect.

Thankfully, her net bag clung to her waist, the oysters still inside. I vowed I would make sure those oysters made it to her grandmother. After all, it was the least I could do.

When her body went jerking past me, I followed it back up with great sadness. Together, the three of us got her to the surface. Then we worked her and her bucket back to shore.

There were two more Amas waiting there, Tamiko and Hitomi. They had yet to get out and begin their work. They joined us in our grief as we mourned the loss of one of our own.

Chika respectfully removed Mari’s dive mask from her face. Then she used her fingers to tenderly close the eyes of our departed sister. Together, the five of us solemnly carried Mari’s body, her bucket and her collected shells off to her grandmother.

The poor woman was grief stricken when we arrived. Our hearts broke for her loss. We stayed with her for an hour to mourn with her as Chika went to town to fetch the embalmer. Then I presented her the three oysters Mari had found and put in her net bag.

“These are yours,” I told her solemnly. She nodded and then went to the kitchen to retrieve the proper knife for opening them.

We stood quietly and respectfully, watching her cut the shells open. Then we gasped in astonishment. Amazingly, each one had a pearl of great value.

Thankfully, Mari’s grandmother was comforted at the sight, bringing tears to her eyes as well as our own…

Chika returned with the embalmer. Then my Ama sisters and I headed back to shore. There was still daylight, still time to go diving.

Mari’s drowning was heavy on our hearts. But our minds were on the oysters with the pearls that had come up with her body. We all wanted to find a similar treasure.

“Where did you find her?” Haruki wanted to know. “How deep was it?” I told her it must have been close to 35 meters.

“Dangerous,” Chika observed, solemnly shaking her head. “She should not have dived so deep.”

“Mari was always obstinate and foolish,” Hitomi spoke up. “She would have gone down anyway. None of us could have stopped her.”

“She would have been fine if she had not gotten her foot caught,” I spoke up. “Slow and steady, and she would have made it.”

“The philosophy of the tortoise,” Tamiko laughed. “You are indeed well named, Kameyo.”

“Well, she would have,” I replied indignantly. My head was swimming with visions of those three great pearls.

“Don’t you believe in premonitions?” Chika told me with dismay. “She went too deep!”

“She was careless!” I countered. “She got her foot stuck, and that was it!”

“Surely you’re not thinking of going down that deep!” Hitomi said with concern in her voice.

“I have already been down there once before,” I proudly told them all. “In fact, I was the one who stayed down long enough to free her from the coral or she would still be down there. Besides, I would not have to be down long… just long enough to retrieve a few oysters for me and my family.”

Chika was not so convinced. “There is no guarantee more oysters from that depth will yield such prizes as what we saw at Mari’s grandmother’s house.”

“And there is no guarantee they won’t!” I shot back. Then I looked at their anxious faces.

“You are concerned about my safety. I am honored. Rest assured; I will be careful down there… that is, if I even decide to go down that deep.” They looked at me with relief, as though my hesitation meant wisdom would trump risk.

We reached the shore, gathered up our buckets and then swam out to sea in different directions. I went back to my traditional spot and dove downward. I was determined to put the morning’s events out of my head. But at 15 meters down, I had the same luck as before.

I surfaced, and then moved my bucket a little farther out. Then I dove down, where I began my search anew. This time, I was able to track down two oysters of modest appearance.

I surfaced and deposited them into my bucket. Then I looked out in the direction Mari had been diving. She had met with great success.

It was too bad she had been so careless. The site of those pearls on the kitchen table of Mari’s grandmother spurred me to move a little farther out.

When I looked down, I concluded I would be at a depth of around 25 meters. That depth was easy enough for me on one breath. I would be able to go down and remain on the bottom long enough to look around. Perhaps Mari’s death would prove to be fortuitous for me and my family. It would be good if she had not died in vain.

I was about to go down when a large shadow crossed over me. I looked up to see a small cloud passing across the face of the sun. If I would have been superstitious, I might have seen it as a premonition, occurring quite soon after discovering Mari’s drowned body. But I do not believe in premonitions.

I took a deep breath and then submerged, kicking smoothly with my legs as I pulled with my arms. I felt a burst of exhilaration as I went down. I was excited at the belief that a new location would mean greater success.

I made my way down, feeling the cold of the depths all around me. This was deeper than I usually dived – deeper and colder. But the hope of a good catch brushed the worries out of my head.

I reached the bottom and felt my way around, peering at the shadows. With less sun penetrating to the bottom, it meant I had to search a little harder until my eyes adjusted. Thus, I stayed down longer than I normally would have.

I finally found a single oyster shell. I pulled my knife and worked it loose, aware of the growing need in my chest. Then I tucked the shell into my net bag before making my ascent. I had been under a good two minutes, and I could feel my chest protesting.

I pulled on the rope to my bucket, chasing the bubbles I had released until I burst up panting heavily. I clung to my bucket, trying to avoid the danger of passing out and slipping back under the surface. Then I pulled out my shell and tossed it into the bucket.

I became impatient to the point where I took my knife and opened it up right then and there. My heart sank when I found no pearl. The meat would serve us well, but otherwise there was nothing more.

I thought of Mari and her three shells producing those great pearls. I looked in the direction she had been diving. Clearly, I was drifting a little farther away from my Ama sisters.

I almost paused. But I went farther out. Perhaps it was my greed.

Or was it something more…

I always did enjoy diving: the thrill of the deep, the silence at depth and the strain in my lungs. I never really paid it much attention until recently. But there was something else about being down at 35 meters trying to pull Mari free that I’d found to be exhilarating. It was almost as though I was being drawn back to her location.

I reached what I thought was close to her spot. Then I prepared for my descent. I was strangely excited, consciously aware of how hard my nipples had become. It had to be a good omen; surely this would be a good dive location!

I took a deep breath and then started down, trailing the rope to my bucket behind me. I felt confident, full of myself and my abilities. Then I jerked to a halt at only 6 meters as I saw a shark pass another two meters below me.

I carefully swam back up so as not to draw attention to myself. Perhaps a more superstitious person such as Chika would have decided she was pushing her luck and would have moved closer to shore. But sharks pass through these waters all the time. I saw it as nothing more than a chance encounter, and not some omen or premonition to cause me to consider aborting my dive.

I waited patiently, peering down into the water every few seconds. But the shark did not reappear. So I filled my lungs and then started my journey downward once again.

I released a small trickle of bubbles to ease the pressure in my head as I descended. As the water got colder, my nipples grew harder. I wondered if perhaps Mari had been lured here as well, seduced by the excitement of depth and the chance at a great find.

It got colder and darker as I went down, although my eyes slowly adjusted. There was a certain nervousness I felt as I went deeper. For a moment I wondered if Chika had been right.

I angrily brushed the thought aside. She was not nearly as adventurous as Mari had been, or as I was now being.

I finally reached bottom; it had not taken that long. I felt excitement and exhilaration. Confident in my abilities, I began feeling my way along the bottom, searching for those elusive oysters.

Almost immediately, I found a large one. My excitement increased a hundred-fold. Mari had been wise to search this part of the sea!

I retrieved the knife from the calf of my leg and cut the shell free. Then I deposited it into my net bag. Already, my adventure was paying off.

I was exuberant as I felt around for more, my eyes slowly adapting to my surroundings. My lungs felt no strain whatsoever. The feeling was incredible… and strangely seductive.

I quickly found a second one, working it loose with my dive knife. It soon joined the one in my net bag. Already, I had found two… and I had still plenty of air left!

The coral was sharp, with many cracks and crevices. I had to be careful. But it was rich with oysters.

Mari had indeed found treasure! I told myself to be sure and say a special prayer of thanks for her when I returned. I would even make a brief pilgrimage to the holy shrine outside the village in appreciation of my fruitful quest.

I could feel it starting in my lungs when I found a third shell. I eagerly sawed it free from its growth to the coral. Then I went to put it in my…

No! It was gone! My net bag was gone!

I bubbled as I anxiously fumbled around for it. Where had it gone?? It was right here with me! Then I felt the frayed edge of the rope that should have been holding it to my waist.

Had I brushed up against a section of coral and sawed it off? Had it come loose and fallen away? It was a bad sign, what Chika would have called another omen or premonition. But I refused to believe in such things.

I felt those familiar stirring in my lungs, telling me I should return to the surface. But I could not leave without my net bag. What it contained might reveal pearls of great value.

If I left now, I could lost track of this location. I might never succeed in returning to this exact spot to conduct a search. My net bag and its contents might be lost forever.

I could feel it in my lungs as I anxiously looked all around. My breath was giving out; I needed to return to the surface soon. This was not good… not good at all.

A portion of the ocean suddenly seemed to become illuminated before me. It was as though a shaft of sunlight had somehow penetrated to the depths. I could actually see someone down here with me. But who could it be? Who would be diving this deep near my location?

For a moment, I thought it was one of my Ama sisters, intent on searching the very area I was now diving. Then the image came into focus. I bubbled in shock.

It was Mari! How had she gotten clear back here?? I thought her body was in the care of the embalmer! Surely I was seeing things!

They say the most ominous premonition of all is when you see another dead Ama diver, especially when you are on the bottom of the sea. It is supposed to indicate death is coming for you. It gave me a terrible jolt, and I stared in utter disbelief.

My lungs were burning. But I was distracted by the vision before me and did not immediately set out for the surface. Besides, she seemed hung up in the coral in the exact manner I had first found her.

Her eyes were wide in that shocked expression of horror. Bubbles trickled out past her parted lips. I could see her nipples were hard and pointed, the same condition my nipples had become.

Was this a premonition of my impending death? But I did not believe in premonitions! Then I thought I saw…

Wait; was she waving at me? Did she need my assistance? Or was she waving for me to come join her?

I became aware of my lungs heaving in my chest. I had been down too long. My mind told me to forget the bag and head for the surface immediately.

I grabbed for my rope to the bucket, only to feel a sharp pain in my ankle. I looked down in horror. Somehow, the coral had grabbed me!

I was incredulous! The coral had actually grabbed me, just as it had grabbed Mari! Gods; no!

I frantically jerked on the rope as I fought to pull my foot clear. It did not matter if I injured myself or made myself bleed. My lungs were burning. I had to get clear and reach the surface. Otherwise, I would drown!

Horrors! This was becoming a situation just like poor Mari! Had she also seen something before her death, just as I had seen her? Was I also doomed to drown??

I looked up and saw movement above me… a shadow of some sort. Then I felt a jerk on the line. Was someone coming down to rescue me?

At first, I felt relief despite the fire in my lungs. All I would have to do now is just hold my breath a little longer, and then I would be saved. Then I felt another jerk on the line before the tension unexpectedly gave way…

What?? Oh, NO!

I frantically pulled hand over hand as the rope came rushing down. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. This was not good; not good at all!

…and then the end of the rope was in my hand, the knot severed by something sharp…

A set of teeth perhaps? Had that shark returned and been attracted to the jerking knot in my line? Had it bitten clean through my lifeline?

An explanation no longer mattered. The rope was useless now. I was almost out of breath.

I pulled anxiously against my ankle, the coral cutting into my flesh. I had no idea how I’d stepped into such a crevice. But now my carelessness would prove to be my undoing.

I started thrashing about, my lungs on fire. Even if I were to be miraculously released at this very moment, I did not have the necessary breath. I would not make it back to the surface in time before I drowned. 35 meters was too far down in my breathless condition.

I thrashed and bubbled as panic set in. A terrible excitement filled me to overflowing. I twisted and bubbled, my precious air billowing away until very little remained in my lungs.

I so wanted to inhale. My body desperately needed to be refilled. I knew I did not dare, but the urge was overwhelming.

My eyes were open wide, my cheeks bulging as I fought to keep what little air I had left inside me. If I could just hang on a few precious seconds longer. Surely someone would come down here and locate me.

But I already knew it was a hopeless fantasy. The rope had been severed. Surely, my bucket was drifting away from my position. They would never be able to locate me down here at depth in the near darkness.

It was that terrible thought of never being discovered that made me scream in horror. Now my family would have no body to bury, unlike Mari’s grandmother.

It was often like that with the Ama. I had vowed it would never happen to me. Now I was about to break that vow.

My chest heaved in agony, my body thrumming like a plucked string. Any moment now, my lungs would give out. I clamped my lips shut in a futile gesture as my cheeks bulged prominently. Then my last breath exploded out of my body.

The desire to inhale was so strong that I nearly doubled over. Then I felt water go down my throat. Immediately I began to cough and convulse.

My body jerked and shuddered. I nearly bent over at the waist each time a powerful spasm shook me. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water, trying to pull a life-sustaining breath inside me. But there was nothing all around me to inhale except the sea. It was a violent, savage attack by the depths against my mortal body.

I had not responded accordingly to the premonitions I had experienced and dismissed. Now I was to pay the ultimate price. I bucked and shuddered until I lost the strength to fight.

A sudden burst of air escaped my lungs. Scattered bubbles slipped out past my parted lips to scurry to the surface. I was all alone, drowning in the near darkness with no one to witness my fate.

For a moment I felt better, and I had a brief clarity of thought. Strangely, it felt like I could actually breathe somehow, although I knew I could not. Then I felt a terrible agony inside my body, as though I could actually feel organs starting to shut down one by one. It was horrible!

I tried to scream. But nothing would come out of my mouth other than a couple of stray bubbles.

I thought of Chika and how right she had been. I had been so foolish. And now here I was, tethered to the bottom of the sea where no one would ever find me.

My last, agonizing thought was how much my family would miss me. Then I faded away into oblivion. My body softly swayed back and forth unmolested… at least until the creatures of the deep discovered that a special feast had been delivered to them by the gods… prepared for them by the actions of a rather foolish mortal.

My Ama companions found my drifting bucket a couple hours later. Naturally, they began a frantic search for me. Then they found the rope had been severed.

At that point, they gave up the hunt for my body. There was no way of knowing where I had gone down. They understandably surmised that a shark had probably gotten me.

Unlike Mari’s grandmother, my family would be forced to put up a sad memorial. My body would never be found. And it was all because of a few timely premonitions I had chosen to ignore…

2012; 2022 (written for thefoe Sep 28 ’12; ed. Mar 19 ‘22 by riwa)

(Picture found on the Internet and provided for illustration purposes.)

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