Angry Moon death wish 4 (18)

Posted on July 27, 2026 by riwa


She’d been watching the marina all morning. Then she spied him heading out to a pleasure craft. ‘Him!’ she decided. She didn’t know why, but he was the one.

She followed him to his boat. “Excuse me,” she said as he was boarding.

He turned to see who was speaking. Then he frowned. “Excuse me,” she told him. “Could you take me out to sea?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I hadn’t planned on taking any guests out with me on a joyride.”

“This isn’t a joyride,” she informed him. “It’s a one-way trip. I was hoping you’d take me out and drown me.”

He blinked in surprise. “I beg your pardon?”

“You know about this angry moon business, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am; everybody knows.”

“Fine. Then I want you to take me out and drown me.”

He blinked again. “What?” she said indignantly. “You can’t do it?”

“It’s not that I can’t do it, ma’am…” he started to say.

“Fine – fine,” she told him with a dismissive wave. “Just take me out already.”

He started to say something. Then he shook his head before reluctantly motioning for her to come on board.”

He kept shaking his head as he motored out. “This’ll do!” she finally called out to him. Then she came up to him and put a hand on his shoulder as she hollered, “I SAID, THIS WILL DO! RIGHT HERE!”

He stopped the boat and let it drift. She motioned at the scuba gear he had in back. “You can put that on now,” she instructed.

He frowned at her demands. Then he decided whatever it took to get her off his boat. So he changed into his wetsuit before slipping into his scuba gear.

As he was changing, he watched her slip out of her clothes. His eyes bugged out as she stripped down to her dark blue thong bottoms. She caught him staring and told him, “You got a problem with this?”

“No, ma’am,” he replied with a shake of his head. Now he was starting to become aroused.

She waited at the back of his boat until he was ready. The regulator was in his mouth when she took it from him, purged it, and then showed him she could breathe from it. Afterwards, she gave it back to him.

“My drowning; my rules.” she declared. “You got that?”

“Fine with me, ma’am,” he replied. By now he was starting to look forward to drowning her.

They went over the side together. She came up to the surface and caught her breath. Then she turned and dove down toward the ocean floor.

He followed her down, wondering how he’d allowed himself to get involved in all this. But there were suicides occurring all the time these days. He enjoyed being in his scuba gear, so this wasn’t that much of a problem for him.

She motioned for his regulator. He took it from his mouth and gave it to her. She purged it before breathing deeply.

He drifted in place admiring the view as she breathed without wearing a dive mask. Her breasts were full, her nipples pointed. Her hair swirled around her face.

She got one last breath from his regulator. Then she gave it back to him. He put it into his mouth and gulped compressed air.

She took his hands and placed them upon her shoulders around her neck. It was time to put up or shut up. And this was how she wanted to go.

She’s always envisioned being drowned at sea by a murdering scuba diver. This one did not seem to be the murderous type. But she suspected he was going to enjoy the process nonetheless.

Instinctively, she held her breath as she heard him behind her breathing from his scuba tank. It was at that moment she began wondering what it was going to feel like. She would know in another minute or two, depending on how long it took.

She struggled a little. Then she felt him increase his grasp upon her neck and shoulders. Good; that’s exactly what she wanted him to do.

The strain grew stronger within her chest. Her lungs started to heave. It wouldn’t be much longer now.

She motioned at him to keep her submerged. Then her body began to react by wanting to go back to the surface. Would he comply with her demands?

Somehow, she knew he would. In fact, she was all but certain he was going to enjoy himself. But still, would she fight him instinctively?

She tried not to resist, tried not to put up a struggle. But her body wanted air. Only she’d indicated to him this was it. She was not supposed to get another hit off his regulator.

She was incredibly aroused as her chest heaved, her stomach rippling. She tried to remain calm. But now her body really wanted to breathe.

Her lungs heaved ominously in her chest. Her hands instinctively shot up, clawing for his regulator between his lips. But it wasn’t there. He’d popped it out of his mouth to hold his breath with her during her final moments.

Her lungs heaved again. That’s when she panicked, clawing at his hands holding her down. He just gripped her tighter until her lungs gave out.

She spewed her breath away. Then she opened her mouth and inhaled. That’s when she began hitching and gurgling.

She gulped water down her throat and into her lungs as her mind screamed at her. Then she felt it swell in her crotch. She bucked and shuddered as she climaxed while coughing up air and water. Gawd; her nipples felt painfully hard upon her chest!

She kept inhaling painfully, causing her to shudder again from another orgasm. She stopped struggling against him as her arms relaxed. It hurt like hell, yet she felt pleasure exploding outwardly from her crotch.

The pain was unlike anything she had ever endured before. But at least now she wouldn’t be here to see the very end. Then her consciousness ebbed away into nothingness.

He continued holding her down as her hair swirled about her. She hitched and trembled as stray muscles fired until he let her go. It surprised him how aroused he’d become at drowning her.

Stray bubbles dribbled out past her parted lips. He watched her body slowly descend toward the bottom of the ocean, indicating flooded lungs. Then he corralled his regulator and breathed from his scuba tank.

He watched her go until her body reached the ocean floor. An occasional bubble came swirling upward. Then he headed back to his boat, wondering who she had been and what had driven her to take this course of action.

9/26/25 Inspired by an Alasker AI creation

Bonus short story


She tries to free herself from her bonds. But they are too tight. She struggles in growing alarm as a fire burns in her chest.

Her stomach ripples as her lungs protest. She’s almost out of breath. But she can’t free herself. And she cannot get up off the bottom of the pool.

She tries to hold her breath as bubbles slip out through her clenched lips. Her stomach ripples as her chest heaves. Panic swells within her as her crotch throbs, signaling an approaching orgasm.

No – no – no – NO! Then she opens her mouth. That’s when she loses an explosive burst of bubbles as her breath gives out.

She inhales reflexively. She immediately begins spasming and convulsing as her flooding lungs cry out in agony. There’s an equally impressive explosion in her crotch as an intense orgasm overwhelms her.

She gulps water as she tries to inhale, gulping like a fish on dry land. She hitches painfully as her stomach ripples. Her body flushes with pleasure despite the agony of drowning.

She hitches less and less, continuing to inhale as her lungs finish flooding. Her mouth gapes open as she stares in lifeless shock. There’s one last gulp before she settles back against the pool wall behind her.

She tries to move, but her muscles will not function. She tries to breathe, but her lungs are fully flooded. Then the life winks out of her eyes as she sits there and stares with a vacant expression.

9/26/25 Inspired by the photo I found on the Internet.

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Miss Woodcock’s gallows (male hanging) 4.2 (18)

Posted on July 27, 2026 by riwa

I heard through the grapevine that Anita was having a gallows built in her home. A booster had offered the funds necessary to have one installed. Naturally, she had agreed to the proposition.

She was the only teacher I knew at City U who executed her students if they miserably failed one of her classes. And she loved hangings. I guess it gave her a thrill to see the condemned kicking up a dance as they strangled to death for her.

I really liked Anita. We even went out a few times. But it was clear from the very beginning that she was not into me.

Once, I got to watch a hanging after one of her classes had ended. I’d stopped by to see if she was busy. She was right in the middle of stringing up one of her male students.

His name was Aaron Jenks. He was standing naked underneath a noose. His hands were cuffed behind his back.

Anita smiled when I walked into the room. “Oh hi, Kevin. Give me a minute? Mr. Jenks and I were just going over his last test.”

Curiosity made me ask, “Mind if I stick around?”

“Fine with me. Mr. Jenks, I’m sure you don’t mind if Kevin watches me hang you; do you?” He just gulped and shook his head.

I’d seen Aaron Jenks around campus a few times. He was lean and lanky, always full of himself. Now he was naked, and a lot less confident.

Anita looped the noose around his throat. Then she cinched it up tight. “I warned you about this last test, Mr. Jenks. You simply refuse to apply yourself; don’t you.”

“M-Miss Woodcock; I swear I’ll do better next time.”

“First, let’s see how well you apply yourself to the rope, Mr. Jenks.”

She pulled on the free end of the nylon to the pulley attached to his noose. Aaron was lifted up onto his toes. It made his dick stiffen right up.

She reached out and caressed his erection. “You’ve certainly got the right idea, Mr. Jenks. You do have the aptitude. It’s a shame you simply cannot apply yourself.”

Anita rubbed a hand all over his trembling, naked body. His cock really stiffened up. Was it because a beautiful teacher was caressing him? Or was it because of the noose around his throat as he shuffled around upon his toes?

She paused to look right at me. “What can I help you with, Kevin?”

“There’s an exhibit opening up downtown this weekend. I was hoping you might join me?”

“Some other time, Kevin. Is that all?”

I sighed with disappointment. “Pretty much, Anita.”

She saw me glancing repeatedly at Mr. Jenks. She could not help smiling. “Care to stay and watch the execution?”

“I’d love to, Anita.”

She beamed with pleasure. Then she turned back to her student. “Oh, Mr. Jenks; I’m sorry. I’d totally forgotten about you. Let’s get this over with; shall we?”

She pulled on the rope to the pulley. Aaron was pulled up into the air. His feet were no more than six inches off the ground.

He rasped and gurgled as he started to kick and pedal. His dick seemed to stiffen and bounce. Anita smiled as she told him, “I do appreciate you enjoying yourself, Mr. Jenks. I just wish you would have enjoyed my class enough to apply yourself. A 33 out of a possible 100 on this last test indicates you’re dumb as a post… either that, or you simply don’t care… unless you deliberately failed all those tests so you could hang for me. Is that the real reason, Mr. Jenks?”

He rasped as he began to thrust outwardly with his hips. It was as though he was air-fucking his teacher. Then his cock went off, spurting load after load in arcs that splattered her classroom floor.

“Why Mr. Jenks; I’m flattered. I’m also aroused.” Anita breathed heavily as she watched her student kick his life away.

He settled down and dangled quietly. His cock softened. Then his bladder gave way, adding his piss to the mess on the floor.

“Well done, Mr. Jenks. I believe you can rest now.” Then she turned toward me.

“So what did you think, Kevin?”

“Very impressive.”

“You’re so sweet. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to call someone to clean up the mess made by the late Mr. Jenks.”

“Thanks for the show, Miss Woodcock.”

“Anytime, Kevin.” But I left her classroom having been more affected than I’d anticipated.

—

I heard her gallows was in the process of being built. I asked around and found out the day it was supposed to be finished. Then I made preparations.

Seeing Aaron Jenks hang had really moved me. I was pretty sure Anita Woodcock was never going to take me seriously enough to date me. But there was one thing I wanted to do for her.

After the last class of the day, I stopped by to see her. She was alone in her classroom. She smiled at my entrance.

“Hello, Kevin. What can I do for you?”

“I hear your gallows back home is just about finished.”

“I’m told it’s ready to go. Why? Would you like to see it?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Why not? Come on by around 9?”

“9 will be fine, Anita.” She smiled as I turned and left.

—

I showed up promptly at 9. Anita let me in. I liked the black dress and high heeled boots she was wearing.

“So nice of you to come, Kevin. Here to see my gallows?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Right this way.”

She led me to a back room. In it was the framework for a gallows, trap and lever, and enough space for as many as three nooses. One was already dangling, ready and waiting.

“Excellent workmanship,” I observed as I caressed part of the frame.

“It is a lovely gallows. I can’t wait to try it out. It’s too bad Mr. Jenks failed that last test when he did. I could have invited him back here and executed him properly.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about Mr. Jenks and your gallows, Anita.”

“Oh?”

“I think I may have the solution.”

“And what is that, Kevin?”

“How’d you like to break in your gallows by hanging me?”

For the first time ever, I had caught Anita totally dumbfounded. “Kevin, you must be joking!”

“I’m quite serious, Anita. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I guess watching you hang Mr. Jenks had a… well, it had a profound effect on me.”

She looked at me for a long moment. Then she murmured, “You’re serious, aren’t you.”

I smiled as I nodded at her. “You’re certainly dressed for the occasion. Weren’t you sort of hoping you might get to hang me when I said I wanted to come over?”

“Oh Kevin, I… I…”

She blushed. Then I saw a tear in the corner of her eye. “Kevin, you’d really do this for me?”

“All my affairs have been put in order. I came over here fully expecting to be hauled away by a disposal unit from the university.”

“Kevin, I… I don’t know what to say.” Then she looked at me carefully before asking, “Are you sure?”

“Just say the word, Anita.”

“Oh, you dear man!” Then she embraced me. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever gotten out of her.

She pulled away and cleared her throat. “Right, let’s get down to it. Now I’ll want you to strip, Kevin.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

I undressed right in front of her. I put everything in a pile on a chair along the far well. She went over to a cabinet, opened it up, and retrieved a set of cuffs.

She came over, appearing a little flustered. “Oh, my. I’m so excited right now that I… I’d better get into my role.”

“You do what you have to do, Miss Woodcock. I don’t mind.”

She looked down and smiled at my developing erection. “Yes, I can see you don’t mind at all; do you Mr. Donaldson.” So now she was formally getting into her role, eh?

She cuffed my hands behind my back. Then she escorted me over to the gallows. My cock had hardened even more.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Mr. Donaldson. What do I blame this on? Was it your inability to pass a test? Or perhaps you secretly wanted me to hang you?”

“I believe it’s the latter, Miss Woodcock.”

“I see.”

She pulled the noose down and looped it around my neck. I could tell she was trying to be all serious. But she certainly seemed moved by my offer to be her first on her newly built gallows.

“Well, Mr. Donaldson. If your desire is to hang, I believe we can make those accommodations for you. As you can see, a booster recently built this structure for me. And you get to be lucky number one.”

“Glad I can help out, Miss Woodcock.”

“This is not going to be a pulley and lift, Mr. Donaldson. I hope you understand that.”

“Seeing the trap and that lever over there makes me think this is going to be similar to a real hanging, Miss Woodcock. I’m fully aware of the situation.”

“Oh, Mr. Donaldson. You have no idea what this means to me.”

She looked at me for a long moment. She appeared to hesitate about something. Then she muttered, “Oh hell; he deserves it.”

She came over and knelt in front of me. Then she took my erection into her mouth. It was her first time sucking me, and it was heavenly.

She got me so excited that I almost shot my load before she stopped. “Oh no, Mr. Donaldson. We’re going to save that for the hanging.”

She rose up and went over to the lever. She grabbed on and gave me a long look. “You are such a darling man. Enjoy the ride, Mr. Donaldson. After all, you asked for it.” Then she pulled the lever.

I wasn’t expecting the drop. It caught me totally by surprise. I just hung there in shock as she maintained her grip on the lever.

My senses finally caught up to me. Then I really started to kick. A moment later, the panic made my cock go off.

It hurt like hell. But it was incredibly erotic despite the pain. I could tell by the look in Anita’s eyes how much my sacrifice meant to her.

I must have fought for a couple of minutes at least. My cock remained hard and dripping. Then Anita came over again.

She knelt down, pulled me close and sucked on my erection. I was just conscious enough to feel it. This time I came in her mouth.

She rose up and showed me the mouthful she had. Then she gulped it down. I’ll always treasure this moment, Kevin.” Then my senses shut down as consciousness ebbed away.

2022 (written Nov 25 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by the renders by Noose Art.)

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Lovers’ Deep Endurance (Guest Author) 3.6 (28)

Posted on July 20, 2026 by riwa

Lovers’ Deep Endurance

By Akhi Luta

The sun hung low over the horizon, bleeding orange and purple across a placid, endless blue. The dive boat, a thirty-foot catamaran named *Wanderlust*, bobbed gently on the swell, its deck warm underfoot. Nate DeuPont stood at the stern, his movements economical and precise as he checked the twin tanks, the regulators, the pressure gauges. His reddish-blonde hair, cut short and neat, caught the last of the light like polished copper. A thin, pale scar traced the line of his jaw, another nicked his left eyebrow—quiet medals from a life spent in demanding service. His blue eyes, the color of a deep arctic ice, were fixed on his task, but a faint, private smile played on his lips.

Kiran Hayes leaned against the gunwale, watching him. The breeze off the water lifted strands of her hair, a cascade of dark, silky indigo that held a secret purple sheen in the right light. It fell over one shoulder, contrasting with her sun-kissed, golden-tan skin. A simple, thin-strapped sundress in a pattern of white and coral blossoms hugged the generous, stunning curves of her body—the kind of figure that turned heads on any beach, in any city. Her green eyes, vivid as sea glass, held a mixture of affection and simmering excitement.

“Final check,” Nate said, his voice a low, steady rumble. He handed her a custom-configured dive rig. “Air’s full. Comms are on a private channel. Depth’s about sixty feet here, sandy bottom, some nice coral heads. Current’s negligible.”

Kiran took the rig, her fingers brushing his. “Just a nice, relaxing dive,” she said, her tone dripping with playful irony.

“Exactly.” His smile widened, showing a flash of white teeth. “A standard recreational dive. Nothing to report.”

They helped each other into the neoprene. Nate’s wetsuit was a matte black, 5mm, covering him from neck to ankle. Kiran’s was a deep violet, a perfect match for her hair, and it zipped up the back with Nate’s help, the material stretching taut over the swell of her hips and the arch of her back. They sat on the dive platform, fins on, masks adjusted. Nate gave the signal—a tap to his temple, then a pointed finger down into the blue. Kiran nodded, placed her regulator in her mouth, and let herself fall backwards into the embrace of the ocean.

The world muted into a bubble-filled sigh. Sunlight speared down in wavering columns, illuminating drifting motes of plankton. They descended side-by-side, equalizing pressure, a stream of silver bubbles rising from their regulators. Nate moved with a fluid, powerful grace, every kick efficient. Kiran swam like a natural extension of the sea, her long hair fanning out like a dark nebula.

The sandy bottom rose to meet them, dotted with brain coral and sea fans that waved in a slow, hypnotic dance. A school of silver jack flitted past, ignoring the intruders. Nate hovered, checking his dive computer, then turned to Kiran. He unclipped the knife from his calf sheath. It was a serious piece of gear: a seven-inch titanium blade with a serrated spine. He held it up, the metal glinting. Kiran’s eyes crinkled above her mask. She unclipped her own, a slightly smaller but no less sharp blade.

This was the unspoken ritual. The pretense of the dive melted away.

Nate swam close, the water slowing their movements to a sensual, weightless ballet. He put a hand on her waist, feeling the neoprene give under his grip. With deliberate slowness, he brought the tip of his knife to the shoulder of her wetsuit. The sharp point caught, then he drew the blade down, a clean, tearing sound muffled by the water. The violet neoprene parted like a peel, revealing a strip of her tanned shoulder, then the curve of her collarbone.

Kiran shivered, a stream of bubbles bursting from her regulator in a quick burst. She returned the favor. Reaching for him, she placed her knife at the center of his chest and dragged it downward. The black material split, exposing the pale, scarred skin of his sternum, the hard plane of his abdomen. They worked in a silent, focused tandem, cutting away the constraints. His knife traced the line of her spine through the back zip, peeling the suit from her like a second skin. Her blade circled his arms, slit the legs open.

Great, floating shrouds of neoprene drifted away, caught by the mild current and beginning their slow sink toward the sand. They were exposed now, their bodies pale where the suits had been, the rest kissed by the sun. The water was cool, a constant, intimate caress over every inch of them. Kiran’s breasts, full and heavy, bobbed gently in the buoyancy. Nate’s physique was all corded muscle and functional strength, and between his legs, already stirred by the spectacle and the cold water, his cock began to thicken, rising to its full, imposing length—a thick, veined nine inches that stood out starkly against his fair skin.

Kiran stared at it, her green eyes darkening with hunger behind the mask. She swam closer, her hands coming to rest on his hips. She looked up at him, a question in her gaze. Nate gave a single, slow nod.

She let her regulator fall from her mouth, letting it dangle. Taking a final, deep breath from the tank, she held it. Then she sank down in the water, her body arcing gracefully. Her hair floated up around her face like a dark halo. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth.

The sensation was surreal, electric. The warm, wet suction of her mouth contrasted violently with the cool ocean. Nate’s head tipped back, a torrent of bubbles exploding from his regulator as a guttural, soundless groan was torn from him. He could see her below, her cheeks hollowed, her eyes closed in concentration. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft, her head bobbing with the rhythm of the water around them. One of her hands wrapped around the base of him, the other braced against his thigh. It was breathtakingly lewd, a scene of pure, underwater debauchery. The sounds were the muffled slosh of water, the click of her knife against his belt as she moved, the constant hum of blood in his own ears.

He could feel the pressure building, a tight, urgent coil low in his gut. His balls drew up. *So good. Too good.* He was seconds from losing it, from emptying himself down her throat in a burst of salt and spent air. But that wasn’t the plan.

With a force of will that felt like bending steel, he reached down and tapped her shoulder twice—their signal for *stop*.

Kiran’s eyes flew open, meeting his. She released him with a soft, watery pop, a string of saliva and seawater connecting her lips to his tip for a second before dissipating. She looked frustrated, needy. She grabbed for her regulator, took two quick, sharp breaths, and expelled them in a cloud of frustration.

Nate didn’t let her recover. His own need was a live wire. He ripped his regulator from his mouth and let it go. The world became utterly silent save for the thump of his own heartbeat. He surged forward, his hands gripping her hips, turning her in the water. She understood, kicking slightly to align herself. He pulled her close, her back to his chest for a moment, his erection pressing against the cleft of her ass. Then he guided her around, face to face.

He saw the flash of anticipation in her wide green eyes. He hooked an arm under her thigh, lifting her leg. The water made her weightless. He notched the broad, leaking head of his cock against her entrance. Even through the water, she was hot. He pushed.

*Uunnnhhh.*

The moan was silent, but he saw it shape her lips. Her head fell back, her hair streaming upward. He slid into her in one slow, relentless, water-assisted glide. She was incredibly tight, the ocean doing nothing to lessen the delicious, clenching friction. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms locking around his neck, her body clinging to his.

There was no finesse now, no slow build. It was a race against their own lungs. Nate drove into her, hard and deep, each thrust a powerful kick of his legs that sent them drifting backward through the water column. Kiran met every one, rolling her hips, taking him to the hilt. Her breasts pressed against his scarred chest, their nipples hard pebbles. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Bubbles escaped from both their lips—tiny, desperate exhalations of their dwindling air.

The sensations were overwhelming, amplified by the peril. The cool water swirling around their joined heat, the silent, frantic intensity of their movement, the absolute privacy of the deep blue world. Nate could feel her inner muscles fluttering around him, a frantic, rhythmic pulse. His own release was a tsunami building behind a crumbling dam. His vision started to sparkle at the edges—not from pleasure, but from oxygen deprivation. He could see Kiran’s body beginning to tremble with the same need for air.

It was time.

He hammered into her one last, final time, burying himself to the root. He felt her convulse around him, a series of violent, milking spasms. That was the trigger. His climax erupted, a hot, liquid jetting that seemed to go on and on, pumping into her depths, a private offering lost in the sea. The pleasure was blinding, white-hot, merging with the burning fire in his lungs.

Together, as one, they kicked.

They abandoned the embrace, pushing away from each other, their bodies angled toward the distant, shimmering surface. They shot upward, legs pumping, a frantic ascent. The pressure changed in their ears. The light grew brighter, sharper.

They broke the surface with twin, gasping roars, sucking in huge, ragged lungfuls of sweet, salty air. The world rushed back in—the sound of waves slapping the hull of the *Wanderlust*, the cry of a distant gull, the hum of the boat’s generator.

Nate tread water, heaving, his heart slamming against his ribs. Kiran was a few feet away, doing the same, her beautiful face flushed, her purple hair plastered to her skin and shoulders. They stared at each other, chests heaving, the aftermath of their shared, breathless climax still vibrating through their bodies.

Slowly, he swam to her. She met him halfway. He cupped her face in his wet hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. She smiled, a tired, sated, radiant smile. He lowered his mouth to hers.

The kiss was not hungry or desperate. It was deep, slow, and profoundly romantic. A mingling of salt and shared breath, a tender seal on the explosive intimacy they’d just shared sixty feet below. Her lips were soft and yielding under his. He could taste the ocean, and underneath it, the unique, warm taste of her.

When they finally parted, they rested their foreheads together, floating in the gentle swell, wrapped in the quiet afterglow and the vast, forgiving sea.

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My visit to St. Fellat 3 4.2 (22)

Posted on July 13, 2026 by riwa

After dinner, I took a walk around the island. But I was invariably drawn back to the many pools of the resort. I guess I was thinking about getting my cock sucked again.

Imagine my surprise when I came across a pool with one side made entirely of some sort of glass or Plexiglas. You could see anyone and everything in the water. It made me wonder who the hell would want to swim in there while being ogled by any voyeurs who just happened to be passing by.

About that time, I saw an island girl get into the water. She immediately began swimming around. She wore a bikini that was kind of blue in color, with lines running across the cups of her top as well as her bottoms.

She caught me watching her as she swam underwater. She got this huge grin on her face as she looked in my direction. I got the distinct impression she was showing off, and that she loved the way I was observing her swim.


It wasn’t long until I saw someone get into the water with her. It was some guy in a set of blue trunks. There were designs printed on it, some type of flowers perhaps.

He did very little swimming around. In fact, I think he just stood there for the most part. But this island girl took an immediate shine to him.

She occasionally surfaced to catch her breath. Then she would go right back down underwater. She spent a lot of time touching his trunks; pulling on the material, rubbing his bulge or playing with his balls through the fabric.


Was this my cue to leave? I was pretty sure they could both see me watching all the action. But he didn’t say a word in my direction.

The girl spent a lot of time underwater, playing with his trunks and rubbing his cock through his suit. Whenever she ran out of air, she would surface for her next breath. Then she would go back down below the surface where she returned to her groping and fondling. She really seemed to be enjoying herself.


At one point, she pulled her top off. That’s when he reached down and groped her breasts. I found myself becoming quite aroused as I watched the action taking place in the pool.


She spent a lot of time underwater letting him grope and fondle her. Occasionally she would go back up for another breath. But she would always come back down.

She finally went to work on his suit. She pulled it down his legs and got it off. Then she began stroking his erection. By then, he was quite hard.


She really teased the hell out of him. And she mostly stayed below the surface, holding her breath and playing with his cock while he stood there with his head above water, getting all the air he needed. I could tell she was having fun with him.

She pressed her boobs up against his dick. And she caressed his erection with her hands while occasionally licking his balls. I couldn’t believe she was being so brazen while I was looking in on them!

At one point, she turned and looked right at me. She had his cock in her hand, and she had this huge grin on her face. It was as though she was telling me, “Look what I’ve got to play with!”


They both knew I was standing there watching through the glass. But neither one said so much as a word to me. Clearly she was enjoying being observed as she played with him.

She went up to get another breath. This time, she kept her head up as she turned and backed up against him. She even pulled down her bottoms so she could tease his erection with her bare ass.


A part of me thought I should just leave them alone. But I strongly suspected she was doing everything in that pool to that guy for my benefit as well as his. It was as though she was playing to me while I was watching them.

She finally submerged and took him into her mouth. She really loved on his erection. I could tell how much she enjoyed having him between her lips.

At one point, she turned and looked right at me while she was all stretched out. The lust was evident in her expression. The way she sucked him as she eyed me made it seem as though she wished I was the one she was sucking!


She went up for another breath. Then she came back down. That’s when she really sucked on him. She gave me a knowing look before she really went to work blowing him while holding her breath.


Bubbles came up until I saw something else. Cream began seeping out around the seal her lips made around his dick. Then she turned and grinned at me, showing a mouthful of his cum before slurping it back into her mouth and swallowing it down.

She went back to sucking until it looked as though she’d drained his balls. Then she rose up and kissed him. He kissed her back before retrieving his suit, putting it back on, and then walking to the shallow end and climbing out of the pool as though that was all he needed from her.

He had barely rounded a corner and disappeared from sight before the island girl turned in my direction. I was about to walk away when she waved at me to come join her. By now, my cock was hard as a rock in my white trunks.

I went around to the shallow end where she stood naked, smiling at me as she said, “Hi. My name is Mimi. Did you enjoy the show?”

Before I could answer, she grabbed my hand and pulled me down into the pool with her. Then she reached down and found my bulge, groping it with her hand. “Yeah,” she giggled. “You enjoyed the show all right. Let me see what I can do for an encore.”

She worked us into deeper water. Then she submerged. That’s when she began playing with my bulge through my trunks.


She held her breath as she groped and pawed me. She was quite the tease. Then she came up to the surface to get a breath.

She playfully floated at the surface. Her legs were parted so I could get a good look at her snatch. It was obvious what she was looking for.

I dutifully went in and started licking and tonguing her. She really seemed to like it. It turned me on the way she gasped and moaned.

She took a breath and submerged. Then she moaned and bubbled as I continued licking. She apparently liked oral both ways while holding her breath.

I’d been serviced a few times during my stay on the island. So I figured it was my turn to return the favor. So I really gave it my all, using my tongue on her juicy twat.

She wriggled and bubbled until she came up gasping for breath. She moaned over how good it felt. Then she submerged herself again.

She went lower and lower into the water until she’d all but bent over backwards. She groped her boobs as I tongued her. The occasional bubble came up out of her mouth as she moaned and clenched around my thrusting tongue.


I held onto her ass as she writhed and groaned. Then I heard a bubbly cry. A moment later she was cumming with my tongue inside her.

She finally came up gasping quietly. Then she stood upright. “That deserves a special reward,” she panted with a lewd grin.

She took a deep breath. Then she submerged. She immediately went right to work on my cock, licking and sucking.


She stayed down for a long time, holding her breath as she blew me underwater. I couldn’t help wondering if all the ladies on this island were so talented. It felt incredible!

When she came up for air, she asked how long I could hold my breath. I told her I was more than willing to find out. She just smiled as she led me out into deeper water.

We inhaled together before going down. She went right back to work sucking on my dick. It felt even better holding my breath with her.


She stretched out horizontally as she worked on my cock. She acted as though she wanted to swallow the whole thing. She was a real pro!

We held our breath a couple times as she sucked me at the bottom of the pool. When we surfaced, she panted, “Gawd; I want you inside me.”

“No problem,” I replied as I worked my dick into her hole.


We went back down while holding our breath. She really rode me while groaning and bubbling. I worked on holding my breath so I could stay down with her for as long as possible. But I just couldn’t hold it that long.

We were in about five feet of water as I fucked her with my head at the surface. She got a big breath and submerged. Then she turned toward the glass wall. That’s when I turned and noticed a couple watching us.


Mimi stayed down and held her breath for quite a while. Then she came up gasping. I held her in my lap as she whispered in my ear, “Let’s give ‘em a show.”

I nodded as she got a big breath. Then she went over backwards. I bent my knees and submerged to hold my breath as I fucked her.

She really groaned and bubbled as she groped her breasts. I could tell she was enjoying herself. Frankly, so was I. I wasn’t even thinking about our private audience!


We fucked like that for as long as she could hold her breath. Then she came up and gasped deeply. She switched around on me until I was behind her. Then she submerged again.

I submerged with her so I could hold my breath. She loved fucking me underwater. And I could tell she was really playing to our audience.


I couldn’t hold my breath like she could. So I rose up to breathe. She just stayed down as I kept thrusting into her.

I suddenly heard her cry out as she grabbed her boobs. Then she started cumming like crazy. I could feel her clenching around my erection as I thrust in and out of her.


She came up for a breath before going right back down. She looked right at that couple while she had another orgasm underwater. By then, I was about ready to pop.

She suddenly came off my cock and started jerking me. That’s when I shot a load into the water. She grinned at that couple the entire time she was squeezing all that juice out of me.


She came up and thanked me for all the cums I’d given her. I thanked her for the one she’d given me. She told me it was her pleasure.

I turned to look. But that couple watching us had already vanished. “I wonder if I started something with them,” Mimi chuckled at me as I pulled my trunks back on before climbing out of the pool.

6/17/25 Inspired by pics from Sexunderwater.com

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Asami’s nice day on Santamos Island 4.3 (25)

Posted on July 6, 2026 by riwa

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

Asami was thrilled when Master took her on a trip. She loved the ride on the boat to the island. She didn’t know anything about where they were going, but she didn’t care.

At the hotel, she signed some paperwork for the concierge. Then she and her Master went back to the boat. That’s when he retrieved a noose.

She asked him who it was for. He smiled as he told her it was for her. “Really?” she replied as her eyes widened.

“You signed the paperwork,” he told her. Then he showed a copy to her.

She studied it for the first time. “Is this for real?” she finally asked.

“It is,” he replied. “What; you didn’t fully understand it?”

“You know me, Master,” she replied cheerfully. “I’m willing to sign anything you want me to.”

“Do you have a problem with this?”

“No, Master,” she said without hesitation. “If this is what you want for me, then this is what I want to do for you.”

“Good girl,” he told her with a smile. Seeing him happy made her feel good.

They found a nice-looking tree on the shore overlooking the ocean. “What about there?” he asked, pointing it out to her.

“Anything for you, Master.”

He moved the craft in close, dropped anchor and then tied off the boat. Then they swam ashore. She obediently followed him over to the tree.

He climbed the tree to a promising branch where he tied off the noose. When he climbed down, Asami noticed it was set a little high for her. “How do we reach it, Master?” she asked out of curiosity.

“I’ll lift you up,” he replied with a smile. “You grab the noose and loop it around your throat. Then I’ll let you go.”

She brightened as she told him, “Ok. That should work.” Then she asked, “How do you want me to hang, Master?”

“Naked, of course.”

“Ooo, I was hoping you’d say that.” Then she quickly stripped out of her clothes.

When she was fully undressed she asked, “Can I see your cock, Master?”

“Certainly,” he told her before removing all his clothes.

She immediately noticed his erection. It made her lick her lips. “Are you excited to hang me, Master?”

He couldn’t lie to her. “Yes I am, Asami.”

“May I taste your cum one last time before I hang?”

“Certainly!”

This thrilled the young woman. “Oh thank you, Master!”

She got down on her knees and eagerly sucked him off. She didn’t even try to delay the inevitable. She quickly got him hard before she ended up getting a mouthful of his spunk.

“I’m ready, Master,” she finally told him. “I haven’t swallowed it all though. I hope it’s ok with you that I die with your cum on my tongue and lips.”

“Permission granted,” he replied with a smile, causing her to beam with pride.

She took one last look around. It really was a lovely location. She loved the tree and the ocean. The blue skies made it all so doubly enjoyable.

He grabbed her legs and hefted her up into the air. She grabbed the noose and swiftly looped it around her head. That’s when she told him, “Got it, Master!”

He gently lowered her until the noose took her full weight. She wasn’t expecting constricting pain around her throat, although she attempted to bear it well. She also wasn’t expecting Master’s cock to get stiff again so soon. But it was a welcome sight.

Other than the strain around her throat, it really was a lovely experience. And it was such a wonderful location. With the sun warming her naked body, the last breath of salty sea air still filling her lungs, Asami realized her Master couldn’t have picked a nicer day to string her up like this.

He smiled at her as he told her, “Can you masturbate for me, honey?” Asami smiled back at him despite the pain around her neck. That’s when she started rubbing her crotch while fingering herself.

She vigorously played with her pussy. But she could not help it as she fucked the air in the direction of Master. It was as if her body had taken on a life of its own. But she didn’t mind, as his cock was really hard. It thrilled her to know he was sexually aroused while enjoying her dance.

It wasn’t long until she climaxed for Master, thrusting her hips outward as she fingered herself. But she soon she exhausted herself. That’s when Master stepped forward.

He pressed his face into her crotch, licking her slit and nibbling on her nub. She rasped and moaned as she humped his face in the noose. Ooooh, Master was making her feel so good!

She ground her crotch against Master’s face and mouth before shuddering in orgasm. But he just kept on licking. Oooooh, Master was REALLY being nice to her!

Perhaps that was why he hadn’t fucked her. Maybe he didn’t want to taste his own cum. But that was ok. She didn’t mind.

She humped against his face until she climaxed again. Then he slowly stepped away. That meant the noose took her full weight once more.

Asami had the presence of mind to find just enough energy to go back to masturbating again. This time, she consciously humped in Master’s direction. When she saw him stroking, it triggered another orgasm within her.

She panicked when she finally reached the point where she could hardly breathe. So she began jerking, struggling and dancing in the noose. She noticed Master stroking even harder at her efforts, causing her to kick and thrash about even more.

She ferociously fought her noose, clawing at it while simultaneously masturbating. She managed one more cum before she hung limp. Asami gently twisted and turned in the noose as she swayed back and forth, stray spasms and convulsions rippling through her nerves and muscles.

Master came up to her and used her feet on his cock. He used them until he came all over her toes. Then he got real close.

She was still conscious when he licked her crotch again. She happily experienced one last little orgasm from his tongue. Then consciousness spiraled away into oblivion.


Written 1/4/25; ed. 6/10/2025. Inspired by Tomomaru’s drawing.

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Santamos Island birthday 4.5 (24)

Posted on July 6, 2026 by riwa

An impoverished Caribbean island nation nears bankruptcy. In order to raise cash income from “tourists”, the nation’s leaders in desperation pass a law — consensual executions of sane and un-coerced foreigners by other foreigners will be legal in public execution areas on the island. Arachnid’s Santamos Island universe

What do you get for a guy on his birthday? Well, if he lives on Santamos Island, that means you want to give him something special. And since he charters guests out to drown in the waters off the island, you want to give him not just any ordinary gift. You want to give him the gift of your life.

I secretly made all the arrangements. I got the paperwork in the mail, filled it out, and then sent it back. Then I flew out the morning of his birthday.

Once I arrived, I checked in with the hotel concierge. She doubled checked all her records. They showed the birthday boy Don Dapperlee had a client scheduled for 1pm. I thanked her before heading down to the marina.

Don wasn’t there. He was attending some sort of meeting. That gave me plenty of time to get on board his boat.

I went below and waited until he returned. He was back by 12:30. I was hiding down in his cabin, giggling like a naughty schoolgirl.

He waited until 1pm. Then I heard him unhappily mutter, “I wonder where my client is. She’s late.”

“No I’m not,” I said as I emerged up from the cabin in my birthday suit.

He looked at me in shock. “When did you get on board?” I told him I’d been on his boat for an hour, but that I hadn’t touched much of anything.

He looked at me kind of funny. “Sandy?” he finally said as he stared incredulously. “What are you doing all the way down here from New York?”

“Happy birthday, Don.” Then I walked up and gave him my deepest, most passionate kiss. His cock instantly hardened in his shorts as he pressed up against me.

“Shall we go?” I told him as I motioned out toward the sea. “Can’t keep our birthday boy waiting now, can we?”

“You came all the way down here from New York… for my birthday?”

“It’s a special treat for the both of us,” I replied as I deliberately rubbed his bulge with my hand.

—

The last time I saw Don Dapperlee was on a Saturday night several months ago back in New York. He wined and dined me. Afterwards, I gave him the best fuck of his life in a luxury hotel room… or so I told myself.

Life got a little boring after that. The clients were all the same. Then I learned Don was taking guests out to be drowned on Santamos Island. That sounded thrilling to me. And since I didn’t think I had that much to live for, I decided to give him a visit I hoped he would not soon forget.

Anyway, I wandered around naked on his boat as he took us out. At one point, I got involved with some rope as I showed him my best featuree. I could tell he was practically drooling over me. It gave me the erotic shivers something fierce.


I didn’t tell him where to take me. I just told him to go where the mood took him. It gave me a thrill imagining what he was going to do to me.

He finally stopped the boat. Then he waved me over. “C’mere, you.”

I slunk over to him on my hands and knees. He pulled me up to my feet and bent me over the pilot’s wheel. Then he pulled down his shorts and fucked me right there. Gawd, it was glorious!

Afterwards, he stripped out of all his clothes. Then we both dove over the side for a naked swim. He was all over me, pawing and groping me everywhere.

I finally submerged to suck his cock underwater while holding my breath. I’d practiced back home in the bathtub a few times for this moment. I didn’t want to disappoint either him or myself.

I needn’t have worried. I got a nice mouthful for my efforts. Then we climbed back on board his boat.

He got us both a drink. Then he asked me how I wanted to do this. I told him it was his birthday and to surprise me. I wanted him to have the best birthday ever.

I explained that we both knew how this was going to end. I suggested he treat me as such. So he got some rope and tied my arms behind my back.

He made me suck his cock. Then I climbed aboard his lap. I sat on his tool and rode him as he groped and squeezed my melons.

“I can’t believe you remembered my birthday, Sandy. Are you serious? Is this really the present you want to give me?”

I told him that life had gotten pretty boring back in New York. Then I’d heard about what he was doing down here on Santamos Island. I explained I didn’t know why, but I just had to come down here and see him one last time.


He let me do all the work as I rode him. But I didn’t mind. It was his birthday, and I was there to please.

I got him to cum inside me. But I hadn’t cum yet. He wanted me to enjoy myself, but I told him I was strictly out here for his pleasure.

I finally asked him, “So how do you want to drown me, Don? How do you want to remember me by?”

“You mean it, Sandy?”

“I mean it, Don. How would you like to do me? I mean REALLY do me?”

“To be honest, I’d like to fuck you underwater, Sandy. I’d like to have my cock inside you when you start to drown. Your drowning body would squeeze all the cum right out of me as you hitched, gurgled and bubbled your last. Then I think I’d just like to let you go, your body disappearing out of sight toward the ocean depths.”

His words really turned me on as I gasped, “Gawd, Don; let’s do it now!”

“Ok, Sandy,” he said with a grin as he lifted me up off his dick. I was disappointed when he came out of me. But I knew he would be right back inside within a very short time.

He tied some weights to my ankles. Then he tied me to all that rope I’d been playing with earlier. Afterwards, he got his scuba gear ready.

He had it on and was breathing from it when he pushed me off his boat. I got a big breath before I hit the water with a splash. Then the weights pulled me right down until the rope I was tethered to jerked me up short.

Don came right down to me buck-naked except for the gear on his back. He didn’t waste a moment. He just slipped right into me and started fucking me.

He was nice and hard, and I was horny as hell. It must have been a couple of minutes before my lungs started heaving. But I vowed to hold out for as long as I could.

He groped my boobs as he fucked me. Then the breath burst out of my body. I just couldn’t hold it any longer.

I started spasming and convulsing while impaled upon his shaft. I could feel how hard he was. Then I suddenly felt him start to shoot a hot load up inside me.

I had a glorious cum in the midst of my drowning. He groped my boobs as I quivered and shuddered. The last thing I was aware of was his cock inside me before consciousness faded away.

I don’t know how long he was there inside me. But he finally released me from all that rope. Then my naked body headed down to the depths, a stray bubble coming out of my flooded lungs. All I could do was hope I would end up being the best birthday present of his entire life.

4/4/25 Inspired by the pictures I found on the internet.

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Satisfying his last client (male victim) 4.1 (24)

Posted on June 29, 2026 by riwa

A bonus story to make up for my tardiness at posting today.

Stella and Morgana were getting complaints again. It seemed Melvin was not living up to expectations. He was supposed to be making their clients happy.

They sought him out until they found him in room 206 with a client. They sent an electronic message to his room to report to them as soon as he was finished. Then they spent some time looking through the feedback on Melvin’s performances on their laptops.

He reported to their office twenty minutes later. By then, another complaint had been lodged. It had come to them less than five minutes ago.

He was instructed to sit down. Morgana icily asked him how his performance had been lately. “I’ve been getting no complaints,” he replied. “Why?”

“Well, that’s not the way we’ve been hearing it,” Stella told him. “We just got one five minutes ago. She says you were not attentive to her needs.”

“What do you ladies want from me?” he asked indignantly. “I lick ‘em and I fuck ‘em. Isn’t that why I’m here?”

“We want happy clients when they leave,” Morgana told him. “If they’re not happy, they might not come back. And if they do, they seem to ask for someone else.”

“I can’t help it if I don’t look like Brad Pitt or Robert Redford.”

“Looks are not as critical as performance,” Stella told him. “Our clients want the complete package. They want you to wine and dine them before taking them to bed. They want your undivided attention.”

“Have you listened to some of these woman?” Melvin protested. “It’s no wonder they can’t get a date out in the real world! And have you seen some of the women that come in here?”

“That’s not our problem,” Morgana told him, an angry tone in her voice. “Their private lives are none of our affair. Our only purpose is to give them a pleasant experience that will bring them back again and again.”

“Well, I don’t know how those other guys do it. Some of those bitches are crazy.”

Stella slammed her fist down on the desk, causing him to jump with a start. “I don’t care what shape they’re in when they come here to see us. I only care about what shape they’re in when they leave. You were hired to make sure they leave happy and fulfilled.”

“But I tell you, you can’t please these women! They’re expectations are off the charts, even for a place like this!”

“We’re not getting complaints directed toward any of the other gigolos, Melvin. We’re only getting complaints directed toward you.”

“It’s not my fault you keep sending me bitches who can’t be satisfied no matter what you do for them.”

Now it was Morgana’s turn to slam a fist down on the desk. The black-haired manager eyed him coldly as she told him, “You will not use that word again to describe our clients. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Melvin replied emotionlessly. “I won’t ever use that word in your presence again.”

“You’d better not,” Stella warned him. Then the blonde looked at Morgana who nodded back at her.

“You seem to be having an off-day today, Melvin.” Then Morgana looked at the screen on her laptop before adding, “I think we’re going to call it a day for you. Maybe a good night’s sleep will clear your head and help you perform better.”

“As you wish,” Melvin replied unhappily as he stood up to go. “Is there anything else?”

Morgana started typing something. That’s when Stella looked at her laptop screen. “Just a minute, Melvin. We’ve got a last minute client who just came in.” Then she looked up at him and smiled.

“This will be an easy one, Melvin. Don’t fuck it up, and maybe we’ll keep you on a little while longer. Now get the fuck out of here and go get ready.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied irritably as he headed for the door.

—

Melvin went back to his room and checked his laptop. There was one more client he was supposed to meet up with. But they wanted him clean. So he took a quick shower.

He applied a little cologne. Then he pulled up the screen to the laptop and read the instructions for his last client of the day. This one was a little odd.

He was wanted up on the penthouse floor. That was where Stella and Morgana lived. What the hell was this? Was he supposed to entertain one of their personal friends?

He was supposed to arrive naked, a robe draped around his shoulders. He was also supposed to be wearing a set of handcuffs. Some of these crazy requirements were a bit much. The pay was good, but he was starting to wonder if he should consider another line of work.

—

He emerged out of the elevator onto the penthouse floor. He walked straight down the hallway. Then he turned the corner.

He inhaled sharply when he saw Morgana standing there in her sleek black outfit. She smiled as she waved him over. What the hell was this?

“Who’s my client?” he asked in confusion. She just smiled as she removed his robe, allowing it to drop from his shoulders. Then she escorted him naked down another hallway.

“Are these satisfactory?” he asked, holding his cuffed wrists up before her.

“They’ll do,” she replied with a smile.

“Who’s my client?” he asked again.

“You’re looking at her.”

“You??” Morgana just smiled at him as she nodded her head with a faint giggle.

“You… you want me to…”

“…to satisfy me,” she finished for him.

“Gawd!” he panted with growing excitement as his cock began to stir. “I never dreamed…”

“…you’d get the chance to please me?”

They rounded a corner and saw a door. Outside the door was some sort of structure. There was a noose dangling downward from it.

Morgana walked him right up to it. He looked confused as she put him in place before looping the coil around his throat. He didn’t even think to move or react until after she’d already tightened it around his neck.

“I don’t understand,” he murmured uncomfortably. Then he heard a door open. A moment later, Stella emerged.

“Allow me to explain things to you,” the blonde told him as she stepped up to the controls. “Morgana is your last client of the day. Let’s see if you can satisfy her, shall we?”

“Satisfy?” he asked in growing alarm. That’s when Stella pushed a button. Slack was taken out of the rope until he was lifted up onto his toes.

Morgana began caressing his naked body as he rasped for breath. Then she reached down and grasped onto his growing erection. “Mmmm… nice and hard, I see. I like that in a man.”

He shuffled around upon his toes as he looked at her in disbelief. His cock stiffened in her hand as she touched him all over. Then he turned to look at Stella as though begging her to do something.

She just stood there by the controls, a knowing smile on her face. “You want to satisfy her; don’t you, Melvin?” He wasn’t sure how he should respond to that.

Morgana grabbed his head and turned his face toward her as she jerked his cock. “Look over here, Melvin. This is all about me; understand? You DO want to satisfy me, don’t you?”

Melvin quickly thought it over as he shuffled around upon his toes. Perhaps this was their last ditch attempt to get him to do their bidding. And since he didn’t want to hang, he certainly wanted to please Morgana, if not the both of them. So he nodded his head.

“You see, Stella?” the black-haired beauty told her companion. “He can be reasonable. You just have to give him the proper motivation.” Then she addressed Melvin as she told him, “Now stroke your cock for me. I want to watch you masturbate.”

Melvin reached down with his cuffed hands and began stroking himself. It was hard to breathe, and he kept shuffling around upon his toes. Why the hell didn’t they just take the noose off so he could do a proper job of it?

Morgana told him, “Ok, Melvin. Now let’s see you stroke your cock for me in midair.” And with that, Stella pushed a button.

Melvin was abruptly pulled a foot up into the air. The strain around his neck was incredible. Instinctively he brought his hands up to claw at the noose around his throat as his legs started to pedal.

“No, Melvin,” Morgana chastised him. “I want you to stroke yourself in midair. Aren’t you listening?”


“Better do as she says, Melvin,” Stella warned him. “You want to satisfy her, don’t you?”

He tried to obey, tried to lower his wrists. But the agony around his throat made his hands instinctively jerk back upward. He kicked and twisted as he fought the urge to reach for his neck, but to no avail.

“No, Melvin! I said ‘STROKE YOURSELF’, damn you! Like this!” And with that, Morgana reached out, grabbed his erection and jerked him.

His cock twitched in her hand as he tried to reach down. But each time, instinct made him reach back up. That’s when Morgana grabbed his hands, pulled them down and forcibly wrapped his fingers around his erection… “STROKE, DAMN YOU!”

“Careful, Melvin,” Stella warned. “She wants you to make yourself cum while you’re in midair. Better get to stroking now if you want to satisfy her.”

Morgana forced him to jerk his cock. But when she let go, his hands instinctively shot back up to claw at the rope around his throat. He rasped as he struggled to get air down his windpipe.

“Still can’t satisfy a woman; eh, Melvin? Guess I’ll have to do this myself.” Then Morgana gently stroked him while cupping his balls.

His cock twitched in her hand. Then he started to thrust as he humped and shimmied. He was still humping when his cock shot a huge load into the air, arcing onto the floor in front of him.

His lips turned blue as his face went red. He gawked and humped until he suddenly seemed to run out of steam. A moment later, his cuffed hands fell in front of him.

“That’s better, Melvin,” Morgana affectionately told him. “Stroke that dick. Here, let me help you. We’ll teach you yet how to satisfy a woman.”

She wrapped his fingers around his dick. Melvin gently humped as though he was fucking his hand. Then he quivered before he stopped resisting.

He twisted as he gently swung in place. His fingers stayed wrapped around his dick. He looked like he was stroking himself as cum oozed out of the tip. It trickled down his hands, slithered down to his balls, and then dripped onto the floor.

“What do you think?” Stella wanted to know. “Are you satisfied, Morgana?”

“Not bad,” her companion replied. “But I think we should leave him here with his hand on his cock so he can grasp the point we were trying to make to him back in the office.”

“Agreed.” And with that, the two managers walked away, leaving Melvin dangling quietly, his hands on his cock as his tongue poked out past his lips.

4/3/25 Inspired by the render I found.

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Shark Lagoon 4 (21)

Posted on June 29, 2026 by riwa

Sorry I posted this so late.

The pickings were slim. The area was getting harvested by the others. There was little point in returning day after day.

Kailani kept going farther and farther out. As a result, she was forced to dive to ever greater depths. But her desire to feed herself and her parents drove her to even greater risks.

A black pearl would provide the income necessary for food and necessities for a few days. Larger ones would provide even more. But the black pearl oysters were becoming harder and harder to find.

There was one other option. Rumor had it that Shark Lagoon had many such oysters. But there were many complications to that scenario.

The first was that the lagoon was aptly named. Sharks cruised throughout the waters. They fed on virtually anything that moved… or so the story went. Very few girls would risk going to Shark Lagoon to search for the black pearl oysters.

The best time to hunt for the pearls was in the evening under the moonlight. But it was hazardous diving after dark. However, it gave one a chance to hide in the shadows in case of the presence of a shark.

Most daunting was the depth of Shark Lagoon. Divers in scuba gear had found the oysters, but at a depth greater than 15 fathoms. It was quite the challenge for a girl who could not afford to purchase dive fins. Kailani had barely managed to acquire the oval dive mask she now used.

Most of all, her parents would forbid it. She dared not ask them. They would promptly turn her down flat, making her promise them she would never dive in Shark Lagoon. And as an obedient daughter, even though she had long since come of age, she would feel compelled to obey them.

She felt she had no other options available to her. She dared not ask the other divers for help. They had others depending upon them for survival, just like she did. So she made her own secretive plans.

On the night of a full moon, she waited until her parents had gone to sleep. Then she crept out of their hut. She made her way down to the shore where she set out in her wooden boat.

There was no one else out on the water. It was just her. Kailani felt isolated, yet invigorated and hopeful.

It took her an hour to reach the lonely lagoon. She rowed out to what looked like a promising spot. Then she slipped on her dive mask.

She attached her blade to her thong. It barely covered her crotch. She was already topless, as she always dove without a top that might prove to be an obstruction.

She looked down into the water. She saw nothing in the immediate vicinity. But that could change in an instant.

She picked up her anchor, making sure it was secured to the boat. She’d recently added an extra length of rope to it. She hoped it would be enough to reach the floor of the deep lagoon.

She took several deep breaths. Then she leaned over the side and held her breath. She hit the water with a splash, the anchor in her grasp.

She tried to equalize as the anchor pulled her deeper. She felt the pressure increase against her naked body. It caused her nub to stiffen, stirring feelings of sexual arousal.

She bottomed out and immediately took stock of her surroundings. She would have to work fast. At this depth, she would not be able to hold her breath and stay down for very long.

She searched all along the bottom until she found an oyster. Hope sprang within her as she pried it loose with her knife. She put it into a small pouch she was carrying, which dangled on the opposite side of her body from her blade.

She looked around until she felt that familiar warning stir in her lungs. She went back to the anchor line and grabbed on. It was time to head up. Reluctantly, she headed back to the surface, knowing it was best not to tempt fate.

She pulled herself hand over hand up her anchor line. She anxiously looked all around as she ascended, releasing the occasional bubble. So far so good.

It got lighter as she approached the surface. She pulled harder, releasing more bubbles as her lungs burned, her lady parts tingling. Then she burst up in the moonlight, gasping for breath.

Kailani quickly climbed back into her boat. She was not about to tempt anything in the water by brandishing a tasty leg. She could not afford to take chances.

Hopeful, she took her knife and pried the oyster open. There was nothing inside but flesh. Good eating, but nothing of greater value. It would only take one large one to make it a worthy outing… perhaps two. Three would even be better.

She pulled the anchor back up until she got it to the boat. She did not want to make the long swim down while following the line. It would use up most of her breath and energy. So she would drop it again, with her clinging to it.

She let the boat drift a little as she got her breath back. Then she looked down over the side. Nothing so far.

She leaned over the side and allowed the anchor to take her right down with a splash. She tried to equalize as the pressure increased all over her body. Her nub thrummed, her lady parts quivering as they always did in the depths.

She grunted as the anchor hit bottom. She looked around in the dim moonlight penetrating the depths until she located something. She pulled out her blade and pried it loose.

She tucked it into her pouch before looking around. Over there… there was another! She swam over to it and worked it free with her knife. Into the pouch it went.

She was feeling the urge to return to the surface when she spotted one more. A haul of three sounded promising. Perhaps the gods were with her this night.

She worked it loose and put it into her pouch. Then she swam back to the line. She grabbed it and started up, feeling hopeful.

She had barely gotten started when she felt the line vibrate in her hand. Kailani looked upward. Her heart skipped a beat as an ominous shadow passed by about halfway up.


No! Not now?? Not when she might have something of value in her pouch? Go away – shoo!

She saw a second one. It must have bumped her line because she felt it vibrate in her hands again. No; not two of them??

They were prowling, looking for something. Wait; now there was a third one?? Go away; I’m not down here! I taste awful; shoo!

Holding her breath in silent desperation, Kailani watched as another shark joined them… and then another. Her lungs were beginning a slow burn in her chest. She had to get to the surface or she would drown. But she might be torn to pieces if she tried to go up now. Did she dare risk it??

The Polynesian diver girl held her breath with determined resolve, hoping the sharks would swim away. They hadn’t been there before. So there was no reason for them to stick around now; was there?

Oh, no. Her boat. Had her boat attracted them?

Her lungs ached as she fought to ignore the relentless urge to breathe. She’d been in a situation before where she’d stayed down a little too long. So she did now what she did back then by swallowing hard to suppress that urgent demand in her chest for air.

Another shark appeared, another vibration of the rope in her hands. They were hitting the anchor line now. Were they curious; did they sense a meal somewhere nearby?

The sharks circled endlessly, disappearing from view only to return. The pretty Polynesian girl was losing her struggle to hold her breath. Kailani realized in quiet despair that her time was running out.

She had to go now. If she didn’t, it might only be a matter of seconds before that awful moment came. Then, unable to hold her breath any longer, she’d have to give up the remaining air in her lungs and gulp down that fatal lungful of seawater. She would drown… alone… fathoms deep in the silent blue depths of this lonely lagoon full of oysters… and sharks.

She frantically looked upward. Then her lungs heaved in her chest. Instinctively, she began clawing her way up the rope, instantly regretting her decision to come and hunt for oysters in Shark Lagoon.

Would the gods allow her to live? Would they be merciful? To drown or to risk being eaten alive? It was not much of a choice.

She pulled her way up the rope, losing bubbles out of her mouth. That’s when she suspected she’d stayed down too long. She was not going to make it up in time.

She saw a shark hit the anchor line well above her. Then another one swam by, this one much closer. She could see a third one curiously checking out her boat.

She pulled hard, losing more bubbles out of her mouth. Something bumped into her foot. That’s when terror opened up her lungs in a bubbly cry.

She hitched and gurgled as she inhaled seawater. She immediately lost all muscle coordination. Worse, the pressure at her depth took away any buoyancy she might possibly have had.

She went into spasms and convulsions as she began to sink. Legs kicked feebly as hands haphazardly clawed upward. It hurt worse than she could possibly have imagined.

Kailani kept inhaling seawater. She couldn’t believe she was still conscious. Then she saw a shark coming toward her and prayed she would not feel the bite of its jaws.

On this night, the gods were merciless. She felt knives bite down into her right leg. She grunted and shuddered as the shark rolled its eyes, shaking her in its mouth.

Unfortunately, Kailani was conscious long enough to feel the second one bite into her shoulder…

1-18-25 Inspired by a JustPaul render and his story idea.

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I was there (when she was beheaded) 4.4 (31)

Posted on June 22, 2026 by riwa

I was there when Raashii Khanna was beheaded.

It was not a very noble action she took. She was not protesting anything, or making any kind of statement to all of mankind. She had just decided to allow herself to be beheaded.

I told her I was a journalist, and asked if I could stay and watch. She did not care who was present with her. It was a personal choice she was making.

She removed all of her clothing right in front of me. Then the executioner assisted her into the guillotine. I was surprised the way she permitted me to stay and observe.

The device was rather unique. She stretched out on top of some sort of small, cushioned ottoman. Her breasts hung freely in front of it. I thought that an odd choice as opposed to lying upon a full bench.

Her legs hung off the end, her toes almost touching the floor. I thought the cushion supporting her lower chest and abdomen was a bit uncomfortable. Wouldn’t she prefer a full bench to lie upon? It was the most unique form of guillotine I had ever seen. I was soon to learn the purpose of the arrangements.

Her arms were left unsecured. I also thought that odd. I thought those who were being executed would have their wrists tied behind their back.

Her neck was locked into the lunette. Her head hung directly above a wicker basket. She told me she preferred to use a basket rather than allowing her head to roll all over the floor.

What the executioner brought in next totally shocked me. It was some sort of machine, with projections sticking out of the front. These were used to attach rubber phalluses onto the end of each one.

One phallus was pushed into her pussy. From my vantage point, I could tell she was wet. I can only surmise that was due to some sort of sexual excitement on her part.

The other phallus was slowly inserted into her anal passage. I asked if it hurt. She told me there was a certain level of discomfort, but that she expected it would soon pass.

Some sort of controls were activated. The phalluses began pushing in and out of her holes. Their thrusts were varied and were not in unison.

There was a little red display on the machine. For the moment, it read “0”. I wondered what purpose it served.

The executioner came up to the guillotine and activated some sort of control. “Farewell, Raashii,” the executioner told her. “I hope you enjoy yourself.” Then he left the room. I was the only one in there with her.

She grunted and panted for breath. “I am about to lose my dignity,” she explained. “This is very humbling.” Then she startled me by letting out a cry of “Fuck; why am I doing this?”

Alarmed, I asked, “Do you need assistance?”

She panted as she shook her head. “There is nothing you can do for me now. I have asked for this procedure, and thus, it is now in progress. You can stay, or you can depart. I will not make you linger, as this may take a while. On the other hand…”

She panted as she reached under and felt up her dangling breasts. Then she reached back between her legs. Was she fingering herself?

I looked at her as I said, “You mentioned something about ‘on the other hand’.”

“Yes,” she panted. “I was willing to do this alone. But now that you’re here…”

“Do you want me to depart?”

“On the contrary. I’d like you to stay… that is, if you don’t mind. However, I must warn you: things could get a little messy.”

She began to pant for breath. Then she let out a cry of “FUCK!” She appeared to stiffen before relaxing.

On the fucking machine display, I saw a red 1 appear. Raashii panted heavily. “I’m not sure I can get through 19 more of these.”

“19 more?” I repeated in confusion.

“I did not expect the first one so soon. It must be the knowledge of the blade hanging above me. Maybe I can settle down a little.”

“I don’t understand.”

“If I remember the way he explained things to me, both machines are… calibrated is the word he used. The machine thrusting into me records how many times I cum. When I reach 20, it tells the guillotine.”

“And…”

“And that is when I lose my head.”

I stiffened in alarm. “You mean I’m actually going to watch your beheading?”

“Only if you wish to stay. I do not know how long it will take. But I did not expect that first climax so soon. It may… it may not… oh… ooohhhhh…”

She appeared to stiffen. Then she cried out, “FUCK!” The red number on the fucking machine went from 1 to 2.

I thought about it. Then I asked, “What should I share with my readers about your experience?”

“Tell them anything. Tell them nothing. This is simply my choice. And since I had the funds necessary, I had everything arranged.”

She paused for a moment and chuckled to herself. “If you report this, I wonder how many others may be inspired to ride a machine similar to this one.”

“Then maybe I should not report it.”

“And why not? It will make me famous, if only for a short time… until someone else does something similar. Fame is so fleeting… here… and then gone.

“Indeed. Pardon me, but would you mind if I examined the machine more closely?”

“Be my guest.”

I slowly walked around, seeking to understand how the damned thing operated. She had given me no real reason why she had chosen this for herself. I did not want to pry. But she had a very short time, especially if the blade was to fall after 20 of her orgasms.

She began to pant again as I was halfway through my investigation. Then she cried out. The number on the fucking machine duly went from 2 to 3.

“I am not much longer for this world,” she panted. “I am so much more aroused than I had anticipated. Normally it takes me a long time to cum. So I thought this would take the greater part of the afternoon… maybe well into the evening.” She paused before chuckling, “it seems you will not have to be in my presence all that long.”

I completed my tour all the way around her. I knelt in front of her head so she would not have to crane her neck to see me.

She began panting for breath again as I looked at her. Then she asked, “So will you stay with me?”

“I see no reason why not. You mentioned you would like me to stay.”

“Yes I would.” Then she began to hyperventilate before stiffening again and crying out, “FUCK!” A red 4 immediately took the place of the 3.

“So soon?” I asked curiously.

“I was… I was imagining you staying here and… and watching me lose my head. I guess I was… was overcome with… gawd…”

She winced and cried out. The 4 went to 5. Then she panted hard to catch her breath.

“I was the reason for that? Maybe I should go to prolong your existence.”

“No!” she panted anxiously. “Forgive me. Your presence here is… most welcome.”

“Then I guess I will stay.”

“And for that, I am grateful.”

She panted heavily. Then she appeared to look at my crotch. “Are you aroused?”

I had not anticipated the question. “Why do you ask?”

“There appears to be… some sort of bulge…” Then she winced. The 5 went to 6.

I blushed as I lowered my face in shame. “Maybe I should go.”

“No! Please stay. I mean… if you are willing…”

“Well… I am willing, I suppose. It’s just that… I had not expected having this type of reaction to your situation.”

“You are hard?”

“Yes.”

“You are aroused?”

I answered truthfully… “Yes.”

She winced… “FUCK!” The 6 went to 7.

“There may be so little time. So I must ask you this one favor. May I… may I see it?”

“See what?”

“Your erection?”

“You wish to see it?”

“Please, if you will.”

I was embarrassed. But it was just the two of us. So I pulled down my pants and briefs and showed her the effect her situation was having on me.

She winced again. The 7 went to 8. “My gawd; I think I’m almost halfway there!”

“I can go if you wish.”

“I wish you to stay to the very end. Please say you’ll stay.”

“Very well. I’ll stay.”

She stared at my erection. Then she winced. She finally let out a… “FUCK!” The 8 went to 9.

My cock twitched. I think I was aroused the way she was cumming. Or maybe I was aroused by her impending beheading.

She gave me a knowing look. “You are turned on; are you not? You wish to watch my beheading, don’t you!”

“The truth? Yes I do.”

She panted heavily for breath. Then she winced. The 9 went to 10.

“So little time,” she panted as she tried to catch her breath. “My humiliation is turning me on. I am being fucked to a death by beheading. And you are… you are turned on by my… by my impending… FUCK!”

The 10 went to 11. She panted heavily for breath. Then she gasped, “Put it in my mouth! Quickly!”

I don’t know why I did as she asked. But she had so little time. I guess I wanted to honor every request she made of me.

I stepped forward until my erection was within reach. She took it into her mouth, moaning as she did so. It was incredibly erotic.

I stepped closer, pushing more of it deeper. She moaned and then cried out. Her cry was muffled. But it did not stop the number from going to 12.

I pulled out. She panted for breath. Then she gasped, “Raashii Khanna, humiliated and beheaded. Makes for a great headline, wouldn’t you agree?”

“An interesting headline, to be sure.”

“And you are so aroused. You wish to see me fucked to death by beheading. It is so humiliating that I… that I… can’t… stop….. FUCK!”

…from 12 to 13…

“Fuck my face! Fuck it hard and humiliate me! I am so shamefully aroused right now!”

I thrust hard between her lips. But I think I was a little too aggressive. She cried out into the cock between her lips until the number went from 13 to 14.

I pulled out. She panted heavily as she looked up at me. “A last request?”

I did not feel I could deny her. “Name it.”

“Cum on my face at around 19. Can you do that for me?”

“I just might be able to do that.”

“Oh fuck! That is so hot… FUCK!”

…14 to 15…

I thrust hard between her lips. I was incredibly aroused. There was no doubt I would be cumming soon. But could I carry out her last request of me?

She really suctioned my dick. Then she winced and let out a muffled cry. The numbers went from 15 to 16. Indeed, she had very little time left.

Would the blade actually fall at 20? I did not know for sure. I suspected it might. But I had no way of knowing for certain.

I pulled out of her mouth. She panted as she told me, “I just thought of something. The head is conscious for a few moments after the blade falls. Would you please pick mine up and stick your cock in my mouth one last time? For me?”

“If you wish it.”

“I do – I do! Ohmygawd… to have my head used as a masturbation device… oh FUUUCCCKKK!”

The numbers went from 16 to 17…

I thrust back between her lips. She hungrily suctioned me as though I was the last cock she would ever taste. I suppose that was true indeed.

The toys just kept fucking her. She let out another muffled grunt. The numbers went from 17 to 18. Only two more to go.

I fucked her face hard and deep. I was shamefully aroused. She was cumming so fast she was about to lose her head at any moment.

I think she tried to hold it back. But it must have been too shamefully humiliating for her to keep it at bay. Then she let out a muffled cry.

I saw the number 19 on the fucking machine. I could feel myself on the cusp of ejaculation. So I pulled out.

I stroked myself until I started shooting my load. It splattered all over her face. That’s when her eyes opened up in erotic horror.

“OHMYGAWD! I’M GONNA CUM!”

The blade dropped with astonishing speed. One moment, her head was right there. The next, it was in the wicker basket as blood pumped out of her severed neck.

I was caught off-guard for a couple of seconds. Then I reached down and pulled her up by a handful of hair. That’s when inspiration struck.

I wiped my cock all over her face, accumulating cum upon it. Then I shoved it between her parted lips. At least she got to taste my cum upon my erection.

I thrust between her lips for a good 10 or 12 seconds. Then her expression sagged tiredly as blood dripped off her severed neck stump. Her arms hung limp as the fucking machine continued abusing her headless corpse.

Her body appeared to tense up. Was she cumming in death? Was it even possible?

I did not have any scientific answer to such a strange question. But the number went from 20 to 21. How very odd.

The machine continued. Her body stiffened a second time. The number changed to 22.

I stood there not knowing what to do with myself. Her body appeared to stiffen again. The number went to 23.

It did not advance any further.

The executioner came in. He shut off the machine. Then he cleaned up the head. I was permitted to take a picture of it sitting on a pike. Despite her eyes being closed, the look on her face indicates she is rapturous over something.

To this day, my dick gets hard every time I pull up her picture and gaze upon it.

2023 (written Jul 5 ’23 by riwa. Inspired by Thor’s manip.)

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“I think your mom likes me” 3.8 (36)

Posted on June 15, 2026 by riwa

Mom and I went on a trip together to Jamaica. She was looking for a little sexual action. And since I’d become pretty sexually active myself, I guess she figured it wouldn’t hurt if I tagged along. Besides, it got us away from the Rat Race for a while.

Mom went all out and got us a bungalow with an outdoor spa. We spent time soaking in it in our bikinis as she talked about what she was going to do to the first man who presented himself to her. I told her I was looking forward to getting my rocks off without developing any relationship entanglements.

The first couple of days, we did stuff together. But mom got horny and met a guy at the resort lounge who was more than willing to help her scratch that itch. She left with him that evening, telling me not to wait up for her back at the bungalow. That was the last I saw of her for the rest of the night.

Meanwhile, I met a guy at a lounge on the beach. We hit it off, so we went for a walk down the beach. When we were out of sight of the lounge and the locals, we stripped out of our clothes and went for a nude swim.

It felt good being naked in the water with a perfect stranger. While we were treading water, we got to talking about the hottest thing we’d ever done while going swimming. I boldly told him I’d once held my breath while giving my former boyfriend a submerged blowjob.

We were close enough to each other that I reached out and playfully grabbed his erection. I asked him if he liked my story and wanted me to prove myself. When he said yes, I took a deep breath and submerged.

My feet touched the sandy bottom as I grabbed his dick. I licked and bubbled all along the shaft until he was twitching in my grasp. Then I took him between my lips.

I was down only a minute when he came in my mouth. I dutifully swallowed his load. Then I came up and smiled at him.

He told me he loved it, but that I hadn’t been under very long. “Well, you didn’t last very long,” I countered.

“Care to try again?” he asked with a smile. My reply was to take a deep breath and submerge again.

My feet hit the bottom again as I took him into my mouth once more. This time, I went slow, trying to drag things out. I also wanted to prove I could hold my breath a long time.

My pussy throbbed as I sucked on his manhood. He was easy to swallow, and I couldn’t help imagining what he would feel like inside me. I groped and mauled my tits as I gobbled him down.

I gasped like crazy once I came back up for air. He told me it was even better the second time around. And he told me he wasn’t sure, but it certainly seemed like I’d been down for about three minutes.

I asked him how long he could hold his breath. He told me he wasn’t sure. So I climbed into his lap, impaling myself upon his erection as I seductively remarked, “Shall we find out?”

I wrapped my legs around him as our combined weight took us below the surface. We just drifted like that, me impaled on his dick. We embraced as we passionately kissed each other, bubbles coming out of our noses.

We weren’t down long before we kicked up to the surface to catch our breath. We tread water for a bit as he told me he’d never had sex underwater before. So I told him he was in for a real treat. Then we both inhaled before slipping below the surface again.

We bobbed up and down like that as we kissed passionately. Then I began riding him, trying to go up and down on his shaft. He responded by thrusting up into me.

We finally surfaced after about two minutes or so of holding our breath. “You do this often with that boyfriend?” he panted.

“Not the sex part,” I told him, my arms and legs still wrapped around him as we tried to stay at the surface. “He just liked the underwater blowjobs, which was ok by me. But as for me? I like holding my breath while fucking underwater.”

“Is that so?” he asked with a knowing smile. Then we both inhaled and submerged again.

I rode him harder as he thrust up into me more aggressively. It felt heavenly. Holding my breath made it even better.

It wasn’t long until he couldn’t control himself. He let out a bubbly cry as he thrust up into me, pumping his load into my throbbing box. It was enough to set me off.

We surfaced together, panting like crazy. Then we swam back to shore. We waded out of the water and went over to our clothes.

We didn’t say much as we got dressed. But I didn’t think we needed to. We kissed each other passionately right there on the sand. Then we each went our separate ways.

—

I caught up with mom the next morning in our bungalow. She had quite the hangover. She said she had a wild night, but much of it was still a blur. Still, she told me she remembered orgasming several times.

I told her I went skinny-dipping with a guy on the beach. I relayed how I’d sucked him underwater to prove how long I could stay submerged. Then I explained how we fucked each other underwater before we said our goodbyes.

Mom asked if he was any good. I told her I’d certainly enjoyed our encounter. “Maybe I’ll run into him before we leave,” she replied with a knowing smile.

I told her what he looked like. Then I explained where I’d met him in case she wanted to have a turn at him. It didn’t really matter to me if she ended up fucking the same guys I did during our trip.

We had lunch together, where we went into more detail on our sexual encounters from the night before. Then we parted ways. Mom said she’d met another guy she wanted to hang out with for a while and to not wait up for her.

That afternoon down at the marina I met up with an islander named Arturo. He was dark-skinned and was really attractive. He made my pussy wet just looking at him.

He took me for a ride out on his sailboat, just the two of us. He dropped anchor just offshore in a cove that looked mostly deserted. Then he asked me if I wanted to go for a swim.

I responded by taking all my clothes off. Then I jumped naked off the side of the boat head first into the water. I splashed around before waving at him, asking if he was going to come join me.

He shed his clothes in record time. Then he dove in after me. He went quite a ways down before coming back up to the surface.

He asked me how long I could hold my breath. I told him I had just sucked a guy underwater for three minutes the night before. “Perfect,” he said with a smile. “Follow me.”

We jack-knifed downward where he took me all the way to the bottom. It was probably about twenty feet down at least. Down on the bottom was a wrecked sailboat.

He showed me all around before we headed back up. We popped up and gasped for breath. Then he told me how impressed he was with my breath-holding abilities.

“It’s my friend’s boat,” he explained as he motioned downward. “Got caught in a storm two months ago. Two much damage to bring back up, so he left it where it is.”

“And you bring bitches like me out here to look at it?” I asked playfully. “Ever drown anyone down there?”

“Oh, several times,” he responded cheerfully. My heart skipped a beat, although I wasn’t sure I believed him.

I jack-knifed downward and pulled for the wrecked sailboat. He swam down after me. When I got to the deck, I found the entrance and went inside.

I found the cabin with a bed, and a mattress that was dissolving. Then I headed for the entrance. But Arturo was right there, blocking my exit.

He shook his head no. Then he pointed at his erection. I assumed that meant I had to suck him before he would let me out.

I happily grabbed his dark erection and gobbled him down. It was really tasty. What’s more, it really made my pussy throb.

I wanted him inside me. But I needed to get back to the surface first for another breath. But the question was: was he going to let me?

He finally let me pass. I shot up toward the surface, pulling hard while spewing bubbles. He followed me up until we both burst up panting loudly for breath.

My heart was pounding, so I had to tread water for a few moments to catch my breath. “You were down a long time,” he observed with a smile.

“No thanks to you,” I replied sarcastically.

“It’s the price of admission,” he replied. “Or in your case, it’s the price of being allowed to exit.”

I asked, “What’s the price if I get caught inside the cabin?” He just smiled at me.

My pussy throbbed with longing. “Let’s find out,” I gasped excitedly as I filled my lungs. Then I jack-knifed downward.

Arturo chased me all the way down. I darted into the sailboat, but he was right behind me. Then he grabbed my ankle in the cabin, pulling me to him.

I bubbled as he spun me around. Then he pushed his way into my tingling womanhood from behind. We ended up kneeling over the end of what was left of the bed.

He furiously pumped into me as I hung onto the frame. He ravished me inside the cabin of that sunken sailboat. It was glorious.

I don’t know how long we were down there. All I know is that my lungs were hurting when he suddenly went off inside me. I moaned and bubbled as I shuddered from a climax of my own.

Instinct made me rush for the exit. A part of me wondered if that’s what he did to the girls he brought down here: fucked ‘em and then drowned ‘em inside the cabin. I didn’t see any bodies, but the idea sure gave me erotic chills.

I pulled hard for the surface, my chest heaving. My lungs became empty as my stomach rippled. Then I burst up gasping loudly for breath.

Arturo came up and forced a kiss out of me. I gave in willingly as we submerged, our lips locked. Then we came back up to compose ourselves.

I swam over to the rope ladder, ready to take a break and climb aboard. But Arturo playfully blocked my path, shaking his head. “Not until you pay the price of admission.”

“Getting back onto your boat?” I protested. He just smiled and nodded. Then he pushed down on my head, submerging me in front of his dick that was now semi-hard.

I willingly gobbled him down, enjoying the way he was dominating me. He really pushed my limits. I finally got one last load out of him that I had to swallow before he let me back on board.

We pulled up anchor before heading back to the marina. I wanted to spend more time with him. But that’s when he apologized. He said he had an evening appointment he couldn’t break.

When we docked, I thanked him for a great afternoon. I told him I’d be looking him up again real soon. He told me he was counting on it. Then I went back to our bungalow to change.

Mom wasn’t around when I got there. I figured she was out getting a shafting of her own. At least now I had a really good story to tell her.

At dinner, I caught up to a sexy tourist whom I was instantly attracted to. We walked down the beach, but he didn’t want to get wet. So we ended up hitting several bars.

We finally went to his place for sex. But he’d been drinking so much that the sex wasn’t as good as it had been with Arturo, not even as good as that first guy I’d met. I finally left him all passed out on his bed.

I was disappointed as I headed back to our bungalow. It was around 11 pm, but I wasn’t ready for bed just yet. So I decided a nude soak out in the spa would be a great way to exhaust myself before going to sleep.

I stripped out of my clothes in my room before heading out to the spa. Then I heard laughter coming from right outside. Imagine my shock when I looked out the glass and saw mom out in our spa with Arturo. They were both naked, and were clearly getting it on with each other. I couldn’t believe it!

Was she his evening appointment?? I was jealous as hell. And I wanted to be more than a little angry with her.

I told myself I really couldn’t blame mom for being attracted to the guy. Still, I wished it would have been me out there in the spa with him instead of her.

I didn’t think they’d seen me. So I went back inside and got something to drink. I was going to put some clothes on, but it was a warm night. So I decided I would just remain naked.

I was feeling horny, jealous and a little sorry for myself when I heard mom cry out, “Honey? You in there? C’mon out here and meet Turo!” So I went to the door and looked out.

Mom saw me through the glass and waved for me to come outside. “C’mon out and meet Turo!” she repeated. She sounded drunk.

I protested… “But mom; I’m naked!”

“So’re we!” Then she laughed drunkenly.

I hesitantly stepped outside and headed for the spa in my nudity. Arturo looked at me in surprise before incredulously asking mom, “She’s your daughter?”

Mom slurred, “She shure is.” Then she looked at me and said “Look’n good, honey” before waving me to come join them.

As I got closer, I saw Arturo thrusting into mom from behind. “You two are having sex?” I blurted out incredulously, stating the obvious.

“No, honey… we’re juss fucking.” Then mom laughed like a loon.

Arturo smiled knowingly at me. Then he pushed mom forward. She bent over until her head splashed down into the water.

Bubbles came up from around her head. I couldn’t tell if she was laughing or drowning. A part of me was a little concerned. But mostly, I was just aroused by the whole damn thing.

For a moment, I was fully aware of how awkward the situation was, them fucking while all of us were nude. Then I decided, what the hell. So I got down into the water with them.

He pulled mom’s head up until she came up laughing like a loon again. There was no point asking him how much she’d had to drink. It was pretty obvious.

He held onto her arms, or she would have pitched forward on her own. “Feelsh good, honey!” she slurred. “He fucks grrraate!”

I think it was jealousy that made me grab mom’s head and force her down into the water. She laughed and bubbled. She was clearly feeling no pain.

I kept her head down as he fucked her in the spa. He smiled as he told me, “I think your mom likes me.”

I jealously replied, “Yeah, but do you like me?”

“Oh, very much.”

I just smiled, keeping mom’s head down as she laughed and bubbled. Then he warned me I should probably let her breathe. So I pulled her head up.

Mom came up laughing and gasping. “He’sh gawhh a graaaee cock, honey! You should shuck it! Shuck it – shuck it!” and she pushed down on my head.

The thing is: I really wanted to. Besides, he was smiling eagerly at me. So I submerged right then and there.

He pulled out of mom and let me grab his dick. I sucked him underwater, tasting my mother’s fluids all over him. Then he pulled out of my mouth before pushing his dick back into mom’s cunt.

“Tashe graaee, righhh?” Then mom laughed. I just pushed down on her head again, submerging her as he fucked her some more.

She laughed and bubbled as he fucked her. I was half tempted to help drown her. Besides, her drunken laughter was really starting to annoy me.

I pulled her head up before she could swallow water. Mom came up laughing like a hyena. Then she gasped, “Fuck my daw-er, Turo! Fuck her!”

I was shocked. “Mother??” But she came off him and drunkenly grabbed me, turning me around until my back was to our dark-skinned guest.

“Hole yer breafff as he fucksh you, honey!” Then she pushed down on my head. I barely had time to get a decent breath.

Arturo suddenly thrust into my pussy. I’ll admit it felt good, especially since I was shamefully aroused. It was so taboo being naked in the spa while fucking the same guy who’d just fucked your mother. I didn’t know what to think!

I bubbled until Arturo came out of me. I rose up, only to see my mother kneeling and sucking his cock underwater. More bubbles came up.

She came off him and pushed him back inside me. Then she pushed down on my head. I bubbled as Arturo fucked me.

Mom laughed like a loon again as she kept my head below the surface. The whole situation was utterly insane. But at least I was getting fucked by a guy I really liked.

“My tur agehn!” mom slurred as she pushed me away.

She climbed into Arturo’s lap, impaling herself upon his dick. Then she pulled him down on top of her. The two of them went under the surface in a flurry of bubbles.

Somehow, mom grabbed me and pulled me under with them. She forced me over toward Arturo’s waist. When he pulled out of her, he thrust right between my lips.

To my shock, mom pulled my waist down to her until I felt what surely had to be her tongue in my twat. Then Arturo pulled out of my mouth and thrust his dick back into my mother. That’s when mom went nuts while the two of us were 69ing.

She cried out a froth of bubbles into my crotch. Then she began spasming underneath me, hitching and gurgling. I got caught off guard and found myself climaxing unexpectedly.

Arturo pulled out of my mother, cum wisping out of her. Then he thrust his dick between my lips. He was in the midst of spurting his load when I got cum in my mouth. I just grunted and swallowed, still cumming as mom spewed bubbles up into my crotch.

He pulled my head up, allowing me to gasp for breath. “I think your mother’s drowning,” he observed with concern in his voice. I climbed off, but mom was still submerged, hitching and convulsing.

We got her head up out of the water. She came up coughing up fluid. We helped her over until she collapsed upright onto the steps leading down into the spa.

She sputtered, coughed, and then laughed again. So he helped me get mom out of the water and dried off. She kept laughing drunkenly, occasionally coughing.

We got her inside and put her to bed. She said she wanted to fuck some more. Then she started snoring.

Arturo said it was getting late and that he had to get going. I asked if I was going to see him again. He just smiled as he gave me a deep, soulful kiss. Then he departed, leaving me with a drunken, snoring mother.

8/22/24 inspired by oldojmo’s render.

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