Breath-holding in the pool with Alex 3 (m/m) 3.9 (9)

Part 3

We both filled our lungs. Then I headed for the bottom of the pool near the ladder. Alex was right behind me.

I stretched out on the floor on my back. I grabbed the weight and put it on my chest so I wouldn’t float up. Alex grabbed the bottom rung of the ladder and stretched himself out horizontally while looking down on me.

Alex had given me permission to set the pace and dictate the rules. What did that mean? Was he implying I could do anything I wanted while I was lying flat on my back?

My cock bulged in my speedos. They were all but see-thru. Hell, the shape and curvature of my erection was clearly noticeable.

I noticed Alex had an erection in those red trunks of his. That meant he had to be aroused by something. Was it because he was underwater holding his breath? Or was it because of me and my virtually transparent suit?

I blew a couple of bubbles up at him. He released a couple in response. I ran a hand across my chest, and he followed suit.

Was that what he meant? Whoever was holding onto the bottom rung of the ladder had to copy whatever the one on the bottom was doing? So what had he given me permission to do?

A thought suddenly occurred to me. I slid my hand down until I placed it upon my bulge. Alex did the exact same thing.

It was a little embarrassing. But it was also incredibly arousing. What’s more, he didn’t seem to be the least bit offended by my action.

I became bolder as I rubbed and caressed my bulge. I saw him do the exact same thing. His cock was really stretching his suit. But then again, so was mine.

I suddenly became self-conscious again. It made me lose my breath. I shifted the block off my chest and rose up to the surface.

Alex followed me up until we were both at the surface. We panted for breath together. When I saw him smiling at me I could not resist blushing.

“Sorry about that, Alex.”

“Sorry about what, Dean?”

“I guess I was… I was enjoying… I kind of got carried… Hell, I guess I don’t know what I’m saying.”

He reached across and gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “It’s ok, Dean.” Then he leaned in conspiratorially.

“Can I let you in on a little secret? I hope you don’t mind if I tell you this. But I love the color of your speedos. Seeing your bulge so prominent while you’re holding your breath is an incredible turn-on.”

“It is?”

“I hope you don’t mind my saying that.”

“Not at all. I was just afraid… I was showing a little too much, uh…”

He just laughed. “It’s all good, Dean. I’m glad you wore them today. But I don’t want to embarrass you. I just want you to know that I like them. In fact, you’ve probably noticed how hard I’ve become. I hope that doesn’t offend you.”

I looked at him in surprise. He was worried about offending me??

At that moment I felt a strange excitement. My cock was incredibly stiff in my speedos. And I noticed Alex’s hadn’t softened in the slightest.

“Tell you what,” he said with a smile. “Let’s call that last breath-hold a test-run. Now that you know I don’t mind, you can feel comfortable doing anything you want while you’re down there holding your breath. I’ll even let you take the bottom again. Besides…” and he checked his watch. “I’m betting this time you’re going to break two minutes.”

I nodded as I began filling my lungs. If anything, I’d become even more excited. At least I knew I hadn’t offended him by any of the actions I’d engaged in. If anything, I got the impression he wanted me to do even more.

We filled our lungs and submerged again. I went right to the bottom where I stretched out flat on my back. Once more I grabbed that block and set it upon my chest.

Alex came down and grabbed the bottom rung of the ladder as before. His cock was really tenting in his speedos. Hell, it looked as though the tip was trying to peek out at me.

I ran a hand over my chest, watching as he did the same. I slid my hand down and rubbed my bulge. He mimicked my movements.

I rubbed my bulge harder. He did the same to his. He never stopped smiling down at me.

I finally grabbed the edge of my speedos. Then I slowly pulled it down. It allowed the tip of my cock to poke free.

Alex did the same. The tip of his erection came out and said hello. That’s when I felt a rush of sexual excitement.

I was incredibly aroused. My cock was stiff and swollen underneath my speedos. A look at Alex revealed his was also straining to be set free.

I felt an erotic jolt as I pulled my suit down a little more. It allowed more of my dick to come into view. Alex smiled and bubbled as he did the exact same thing.

I finally pulled my suit down away from my erection. It felt so good having it breathe free. Alex did the same, his cock emerging quite stiff.

I don’t know why I was so damned horny. But my suit still felt confining. There was only one thing left to do.

I worked at pulling my suit down off my legs. Alex did the same. Now we were both naked, our cocks saluting each other.

I reached down and grabbed my cock. Alex matched my movements by grabbing his. I released a few bubbles as I started stroking, a move he immediately mimicked.

It was incredible! Our cocks were stiff and saluting each other. He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. If anything, it looked as though he was enjoying himself.

My stomach began to ripple, indicating I was running out of breath. I stroked a little more as the strain moved into my chest. Alex stroked too as he released a few more bubbles.

I struggled to hold my breath just a few seconds longer… and then a few seconds more after that. But I finally lost a huge burst of bubbles. That’s when I shot up around his body toward the surface.

Alex followed me up a couple seconds later until we were both panting for breath. I tried not to think about what we’d just done. After all, our suits were now lying on the pool floor.

“How’d we do?” I panted tiredly as I struggled to get my breath back.

“Two-eighteen. That’s a great time, Dean! Now I feel it’s my duty to tell you something.”

“Tell me what, Alex?”

“It was so hot the way you pulled your cock out and stroked it. I hope you don’t mind my saying so. But damn, Dean; that was hot!”

I smiled self-consciously. “You really liked it?”

“I loved it!”

“And our getting naked didn’t bother you?”

“So long as it didn’t bother you, Dean. It was such an incredible turn-on.”

“Two eighteen, eh? You mean I broke two minutes?”

“Went right on by it, Dean. You want me to take the bottom now?”

I turned to look at the clock. We still had a good twenty minutes before the nine am opening. I figured we were probably good until then. But we’d be pushing things if we were naked in the pool after nine.

“Ok with me. I guess you’re on the bottom, Alex.”

“Can I do anything I want? I don’t want to embarrass you or offend you or anything.”

“We’re a little past that, my friend. Anything you want. It’s only fair since you followed my lead.”

“How about this?” Then he slipped off his dive mask. “I just want to see your face, Dean.”

I took mine off as well. I figured I’d be ok facing down anyway. Then I smiled as I told him, “I’ll be right down on top of you.”

He smiled at that remark. It occurred to me my words could be taken any one of a number of ways. It made my cock twitch as I tried to laugh it off.

We inhaled together before submerging. Alex went right to the bottom. He released a few bubbles out of his nose before settling onto his back, making sure he put the block on his chest.

I clung to the bottom rung of the ladder right above him. His erection twitched and jumped a little. Mine stiffened tremendously as I stared down at him.

He reached down and grabbed his dick. Then he started stroking it. I reached for mine and tugged on it in return.

He grinned and bubbled at me. I released a few bubbles in return. Then he carefully reached upward.

I was close enough for him to touch me. He gently caressed my chest with his right hand. It caused me to feel an erotic shiver ripple through me as my dick twitched and stiffened even more.

I reached down toward his chest. I caressed him a little longer than he caressed me. He released a couple of bubbles as he closed his eyes with pleasure.

He took his hand off my chest and reached down to stroke his own dick. I did the exact same thing to mine. Together we did a little masturbation while facing each other.

It was such an incredible turn-on. I have no idea why I was so hard. Stroking while watching him watch me as we held our breath at the bottom of the pool felt incredibly sensual.

Once more he reached up to caress my chest. I reached down to caress his. Then we jerked our own cocks again.

He moaned and bubbled. Then he started to reach up toward me. Only his hand wasn’t reaching for my chest.

At the last second he withdrew it. Then he released a mouthful of bubbles as he shed the block. He swam up around me, and I followed him up.

We burst up together panting for breath. Then he checked his watch. “I came up early that time, Dean. Not quite two minutes.”

“What happened?”

He looked at me before lowering his head with embarrassment. “I… I wanted to… Sorry, Dean. I wanted to touch your cock. I stopped myself in time. It’s just that… I’m so turned on being around you, Dean. I’m so turned on… and I just… I just wanted… sorry about that.”

I looked at the clock. We still had time. I had an idea in my head, but it was making my heart beat fast.

“Shall we try another one, Alex? I guess it’s my turn to lie on the bottom; right?”

He smiled and nodded. “We can use the masks if you want.”

I shook my head. “I want to try it without, Alex. Let’s see how it goes.”

“Ok; you’re the boss.”

We both smiled at each other as we breathed deeply. Then we filled our lungs and submerged. I went right to the bottom where I stretched out on my back before grabbing the block and putting it on my chest.

Alex came right down, grabbing the bottom rung of the ladder and then stretching out horizontally. His cock twitched as it saluted me. Mine twitched right back, stiff as a board.

I ran a hand down my chest and down to my erection. Alex followed my lead. I grabbed my dick and pulled it a few times, which he mimicked on his own dick.

I felt an incredible excitement as I reached up and caressed his chest. He touched mine around the block. Then I lightly slid my fingers down his body.

He slid his fingers along my naked frame, matching my movements. Then my fingers reached his erection. I brushed it with them, causing him to twitch.

He brushed my dick with his fingers. I twitched in response. It felt incredible.

I rubbed the surface of his dick with my hand. He rubbed the surface of mine, matching my every move. He seemed to be happy I had taken this next step.

I very slowly wrapped my fingers around his erection. He wrapped his fingers around mine. Then I slowly tugged on his meat. He responded by tugging on mine.

My dick twitched in his grasp. I thought it was possible he might actually make me cum! Was he feeling the same way?

I stroked him harder as I released a few bubbles. He stroked me in return. He lost more air until he was no longer buoyant.

He came down until he settled right next to me. Now it wasn’t so hard to reach him. We were side by side as I stroked him, with him stroking me in return.

We bubbled at each other as we jerked the other’s meat. It wasn’t long until I could feel myself running out of breath. Could I make him cum before we had to surface? Could he make me cum?

I stroked him harder. He sensed my anxiety and did the same. I began thrusting my cock in his hand. He responded by thrusting into mine.

I lost more bubbles. He did the same. My lungs began to hurt, making me thrust harder to achieve a release before we had to surface.

He grunted and bubbled. Then his cock started spurting in my grasp. That’s what set mine off.

I stiffened and then began shooting a thick, ropey stream. He jerked me hard as I tried to squeeze all the cum out of his dick. Then I lost the last of my breath and was forced to the surface.

I shot up panting like crazy. Alex came up a second later. He panted heavily as he told me, “Dean, I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done underwater. I hope you don’t mind.”

I blushed as I felt self-conscious all over again. But I reassured him it was fine. Then I thought I heard something on the other side of the main door.

Alex turned to look as though he’d heard it too. It sounded like a vehicle. Acting on instinct, we both frantically submerged to grab our suits and pull them back on.

We got out of the pool in record time. I managed to find my other trunks and put them on. I was behind the counter when three elderly females came in.

I lost track of Alex as I took their cash. They noticed my hair was still wet. I told them I’d taken a quick shower before opening. They seemed to buy that.

They were inside changing in their locker room when Alex came out in his street clothes. He came up to me and reached in his pocket for some cash. I told him he didn’t need to pay me, but he insisted.

He thanked me for a great swim and for sharing an erotic breath-hold with him. He told me he’d lost track of the time but that it had been well past two and a half minutes. Then he looked at the door to the women’s locker room, making sure those ladies weren’t coming out yet.

He smiled as he told me, “See you next time, Dean. Thanks for the swim. I had a great time.”

“See you next time, Alex.” Then he was out the door. I was left wondering what the hell I was thinking stroking another man’s dick and making him cum while we were holding our breath at the bottom of a pool.

2021 (written Aug 17 ’21 by riwa)

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3 in the pool (Parts 4-6) 4.3 (15)

Part 4 – Confrontation

(A flashback to before the investigation)

They stood in the backyard swimming pool in about five feet of water. Travis bent his legs, centered the woman’s pussy against his cock and slowly pushed inside. He moaned appreciatively as he stood upright, impaling her with his quivering shaft.

He pulled her to him, experiencing her warm breasts pressed up against his chest. He could even feel her heart thump excitedly in her chest. The woman shuddered as their lips met, their tongues exploring each other.

She was unable to return his embrace. That was totally understandable. After all, her hands were cuffed behind her back.

“Are you ready?” he asked breathlessly, a wicked glint in his eye. She nodded as she took several deep breaths to prepare herself.

She wanted to hold her breath as long as possible. She was hoping to push herself long enough to have a massive orgasm. But her heart was beating wildly from the pleasure of having him inside her.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it for as long as she wanted. Still, she was going to give it her best shot. After all, she was his mistress. It was her obligation as well as her greatest desire to be a much more exciting lover than his wife.

“Fuck me, Travis!” Melissa gasped excitedly. “Fuck me like the fuckin’ drown-whore I am! Then I want you to drown my ass!”

He slowly submerged her, tipping her backward into the water. She inhaled deeply before she went under. Melissa released a few bubbles through her nostrils.

She went down until she was virtually perpendicular to him, a couple feet under the surface. He brought his hands from around her back where he’d been supporting her. Then he placed them on each breast, forcing her to remain underwater as he groped and fondled them.

In response, she wrapped her legs around his torso. Melissa eagerly pulled him to her, driving his cock deeper into her pussy. She desperately wanted him to fill her completely.

For several moments there was no movement. Each one savored the feeling of cock in pussy. Melissa held her breath as she gently squeezed him with her love-muscle.

Travis looked down upon her sexy, naked body. He savored the image of her helpless condition with her arms cuffed behind her back. Underwater bondage on her part always added a thrill to their sexual encounters.

She looked up at him, releasing a couple of bubbles for his benefit. Melissa wiggled and squirmed, totally helpless and at his mercy. It occurred to her yet again how easy it would be for him to drown her with his cock inside her.

The view of her naked body underwater with hands cuffed behind her back was so arousing that he had to fight to keep from fucking her silly. ‘Not yet!’ he thought excitedly. ‘Not yet!’

Melissa pretended to struggle, although it was not so much pretending in her current situation. She tried to concentrate on holding her breath despite the cock that filled her. Her pussy tingled like crazy.

She could no longer remain immobile. Melissa could not resist thrusting against him, wanting to feel that friction inside her. She had to start fucking him now!

Travis quickly picked up on his lover’s movements. It made him grope her tits more aggressively. It was time to start giving her the verbalizations she loved so much…

“You want it; don’t you, bitch? You want me to fuck you ’til you drown; don’t you, you fuckin slut? Well, here it comes, bitch!”

Travis began to pump hard into her spasming cunt, adding his rhythm to her own. Melissa burbled excitedly as the sensations in her pussy intensified. She began to fuck him harder as the first warning spasm rippled through her.

She released a little burst of air to relieve the pressure in her chest. Travis increased the intensity of his thrusts. He also began to intensify the nature of his verbalizations…

“You want it bad, don’t you, slut? Well, I’m gonna give it to you right now, you fuckin’ whore! I’m gonna fuck you and then drown your ass! What do you think about that, you fuckin’ bitch? This time I’m not bringing you back up to breathe!”

Melissa’s heart rate increased dramatically. Another breathless convulsion rippled through her. It made her breasts wobble as he pounded her.

The faint thought he might actually drown her this time only added to her sexual excitement. Maybe this time he might… But no, she suspected he would never truly hurt her. But she did love the way he abused her verbally…

‘Yeah, baby; talk DIRTY to me! Tell me I’m gonna die! Tell me you’re gonna fuck me hard and then drown my sorry ass!’

She felt the orgasm swell within her. Melissa fought to hold it back. She wanted to prolong her breath-hold ‘til her lungs were on fire in the hopes of a bigger climax.

Travis increased his thrusts as his own climax rushed toward him. Fucking her while threatening her as she held her breath underwater always drove him crazy. He wondered if some day he might make her swallow water… and how she might feel about that.

“I’m gonna drown your ass, Melissa! But you want me to drown you; don’t you? You want to be my drown-whore today? Then suck it in, slut! Suck in that water as I fuck your cunt, bitch! I’m gonna fuck you ’til you stop breathing! You’re gonna die today, bitch!”

His words drove her crazy while he fucked her underwater. Her pussy was on fire as she struggled to hold her breath. She tried not to squeeze her muscles around the cock inside her as much because she wanted to hold off her orgasm for as long as possible.

Air dribbled out of her nostrils as her cheeks bulged. Her chest spasmed sharply as her lungs screamed for air. Yet she forced herself to hold off, desperately wanting to delay the eruption building inside her.

Travis continued pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. His excitement increased as his own climax approached. He loved the way she responded to his threats…

“I’m gonna fuck you ’til you drown, slut! C’mon, you hot, fuckin’ drown-whore! Suck it in and let your lungs flood for me!”

Melissa felt a convulsion ripple through her, forcing a burst of air past her lips. She started to tremble as Travis increased his thrusts. She was about to be filled with his cum.

If only she could hold her breath a few more intense, heart-pounding seconds. Then her lover would push her over the edge with his words, along with the hard fucking he was giving her. Hell, maybe he would keep her under well after the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her…

“C’MON, BITCH! DROWN FOR ME! I’M GONNA FUCK YOU SO HARD YOU’RE GONNA SCREAM OUT YOUR AIR AND DROWN LIKE THE SLUT YOU ARE! C’MON, MELISSA! DROWN, YOU FUCKIN’ DROWN-WHORE!”

She felt a convulsion shake her hard, forcing a burst of air out of her lungs. She was almost out of breath. But that didn’t matter; she couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Her muscles clamped tightly onto the cock inside her. A moment later she screamed the rest of her breath away in a bubbly froth. That’s when Melissa was wracked by a devastating orgasm.

Her back arched as her body began bucking wildly. Her hands flexed helplessly in the cuffs behind her back. She winced as it totally obliterated her senses.

Travis cried out a couple seconds later as he felt those muscles clamp down on his cock. It caused him to explode deep inside her pussy. His cock quivered like mad as he thrust hard into her, holding his cock nice and deep while filling her with his seed.

Melissa went from one orgasm to the next as her body reacted to the warmth of the cum that filled her. She opened her mouth to scream again. All that came out was a muffled gurgle as she jerked and spasmed on the cock she was impaled upon.

She felt like she was on fire with white-hot pleasure. Every nerve ending seemed to be firing wildly inside her. Then she reflexively inhaled pool water.

Travis was looking right at her the moment it happened. He knew right away what she’d done. He blurted out, “OH, SHIT!” as he pulled his lover’s head up out of the water.

She coughed and gagged, sputtering like crazy. He pulled her up to his chest, feeling her warm breasts press against him. He saw her eyes roll as she faintly gasped “NO… MORE!” Then he felt her muscles clamp tightly around his cock.

Melissa started thrashing about once more, caught up in the throes of yet another orgasm. She tried to cry out in order to make it stop. But she had no breath in her lungs.

Travis tried to slide his cock out of her. But her pussy had clamped on tight and refused to let go until the orgasm had run its course. She bucked wildly and then abruptly went limp.

Melissa’s entire body seemed to sag and relax. It was enough for him to slip out of her. She shuddered as he helped her to her feet, propping her up against the pool wall.

“That was… fuckin’… fan-TASTIC!”

She was out of breath, panting heavily as wild tingles radiated outward in every direction. She felt like she was plugged into a low-voltage current. She’d actually swallowed a little water… had actually started to drown before being pulled up to breathe.

Travis had to lean up against her for fear of her slipping back into the water. He was exhausted too. Besides, he wasn’t sure how long it would take to get her back on her feet if she slipped under, even though they was standing in less than five feet of water.

Melissa kissed him passionately, giving him plenty of tongue. He returned the favor. Then he panted, “You’re better than my wife… ever thought of being, babe!”

“That’s because I’m your drown-whore,” she panted with a smile as her breath began to return. “You keep coming closer and closer… to drowning me for real! For a minute there I thought… you were actually gonna do it!”

“Maybe I will someday,” he said with a smile.

She excitedly replied, “I’m gonna hold you to that!”

Travis reached for the key that was sitting on the edge of the pool. Then he unlocked her cuffs. When he set them back down on the edge of the pool, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately.

When they came up for air, he glanced down at his watch. “SHIT! I’m 45 minutes late! I should’ve been home by now! Tammi’s gonna kill me!”

“She might if she finds out about us,” Melissa grinned wickedly, her arms around his neck. “Maybe she’ll kill me too. Do you think she might drown us both? I’d love to drown with your cock inside me!”

She reached down and grabbed it. Then she started stroking him back to life. “How about it, Travis? Should the two of us drown together?”

“Damn, woman! I’ve got to get out of here!”

She sighed and let him go. Travis waded toward the steps in the shallow end of the pool. He climbed out and gathered up his clothes that had ended up all over the backyard patio area.

He came back to her before sliding his underwear on without even drying off. He got down on his knees and gave her another long, lingering kiss as she stood there in the water by the side of the pool. Then he finally rose up and headed for the house.

“I’ll see myself out!” he called out over his shoulder as he struggled to get into his pants.

“Bye, lover!” she called after him. “Maybe you’ll drown me next time!”

She giggled as he waved at her. Then he disappeared into the house through the patio door. Melissa sighed with pleasure as her body continued to tingle.

After a few minutes she heard his car pull out of her driveway. Melissa eased onto her back and floated lazily in the water with a satisfied smile. Now she needed to cool off from her sexual exertions of the past couple of hours.
—–
45 minutes ago she was in her living room. Tammi had anxiously awaited the arrival of her husband. She’d found herself becoming more upset as the minutes ticked by.

She was pretty certain who he was spending his afternoon with. The mental image of the two of them together both saddened and infuriated her. That’s when she’d decided it was time to do something about it.

She’d angrily left a message on the answering machine. Then she’d gotten into her car and driven over to the other side of Las Vegas. She was hoping to be proven wrong, but she strongly suspected she wouldn’t be.

Now she knew, having seen the evidence right before her very eyes…

For the past twenty minutes Tammi had watched them from around the corner of the fence. She’d heard every painful word the two lovebirds had spoken to each other. Then she’d choked back a sob.

Tears had trickled down her cheek as she’d realized the depths of her husband’s betrayal with this bitch in the backyard pool. She knew who the woman was. Now she believed he’d been coming over here for months.

She’d been deceiving herself, hoping it wasn’t true. It wasn’t until this very afternoon that she’d decided to come over. Tammi had wanted to confirm it for herself.

Now that the bastard was gone, a burning rage began to consume her. She opened her purse and pulled out her traitorous husband’s revolver. Then she opened the unlocked gate near the empty trash cans and stepped into the backyard.

Melissa was just stepping out of the pool to go lie down and sunbathe on a lounge chair. That’s when she heard a voice behind her. It was a voice that made her blood run cold, a voice she recognized…

“Where do you think you’re going, you bitch?”

Melissa spun around, confirming the worst. Tammi stood before her in dark pink shorts, sneakers and a dark pink shirt. She thought she saw a built-in bra that showed some nice cleavage to a rather attractive set of breasts. Unfortunately the revolver in the woman’s hand was pointing squarely at her chest.

Melissa tried to become indignant. “What are you doing here?” she snapped.

Instinctively she covered her breasts with her hands. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Better to sound angry than frightened.

“Point that damn thing somewhere else! And let me get some clothes on; ok?”

“I don’t think so, you fuckin’ whore! I hope you enjoyed fucking my husband today. It’s the last time you’re ever gonna see him!”

Melissa’s face went deathly pale. She gasped as started to tremble. This bitch sounded serious as a heart attack.

“L-Look, Tammi! Let’s t-talk this over; ok?”

The enraged woman simply shook her head. “The only thing we need to talk about is how I’m gonna burn your ass! How about it, bitch? Shall I start by putting a bullet in one of those pretty breasts of yours?”

She raised the weapon menacingly. Melissa gasped, protectively covering her chest with her arms. “Tammi… PLEASE… he means NOTHING to me!”

The frightened woman took a cautious step toward the angry intruder. If she could just get close enough, maybe she could get the gun away from her. The first order of business was disarming her before she pulled the trigger.

“LIAR!” Tammi yelled at her, making her jump. “How come he keeps coming over here if he means nothing to you?”

“It’s not my fault!” Melissa gasped, hesitantly taking another careful step forward. “He’s the one you want to kill, honey… not ME!”

Tammi wavered as uncertainty flashed in her features. That remark was certainly true enough. She was angry with him far more than she was with anyone else. But this bitch was encouraging him based on what she’d witnessed a few minutes ago!

“He wouldn’t be over here if you didn’t want him here! You two sure looked like you enjoyed fucking each other’s brains out!”

“I had to! I have no choice! He said he’d get me fired if I didn’t fuck him every once in a while!”

Melissa lied through her teeth, desperate to get out of the predicament she was in. Somehow she had to sway Tammi to her side of things. That’s when she scrambled to concoct a story she hoped the angry woman might at least consider.

“You’ve got to help me, Tammi! Together we can turn the tables on him!” Then she took another careful step forward.

Tammi felt a niggle of doubt in her mind. She lowered the gun in her hand. Was it possible the bitch was right?

Maybe so. Then again, maybe not. It was possible the bitch was only trying to save her own skin.

Grimly, she brought the gun back up. “Nice try, slut! But I don’t believe you!”

“You’re not gonna shoot me, are you? Isn’t he the one you hate more right now?”

Melissa gasped fearfully, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. Then she hesitantly took another step forward. If only she could get her hands on that gun…

Uncertainty flashed through Tammi’s eyes again. Was she willing to pull the trigger? Could she really do it?

Melissa saw the gun drift downward again. Once more she saw the doubt in the woman’s face. That’s when she lunged forward in a frantic effort to disarm her.

Maybe Tammi wouldn’t shoot her. But she could sure as hell shoot Tammi if she had to. It wouldn’t bother her a bit; she would simply claim self-defense. Then she could keep Travis all to herself.

Tammi cried out as they grappled with each other. The gun flew off into the grass. Then she broke free of the naked woman’s grip.

Tammi brought her hands together into a large fist. She swung them wildly, catching Melissa in the side of the face. It knocked the bitch onto the ground.

The enraged woman was on her in an instant. Tammi pounded her mercilessly. She punched her in the face, chest and stomach as she knelt over her while straddling her with her legs.

Melissa raised her arms to ward off the blows. She cried out in pain as she shook her head from side to side. She pushed the woman off with a mighty effort before staggering to her feet.

Tammi jumped her from behind, forcing her down into a lounge chair. She pulled on her hair, causing Melissa to yelp in pain. But the battered woman managed to throw her off again.

She tumbled her lover’s wife onto the ground. Melissa was starting to get to her feet when she felt a vicious kick in her stomach. It forced the air out of her, collapsing her onto the ground again.

The foot came in again and again, causing her to double over in pain. Melissa waved feebly with her hands to ward off the blows. The bitch was beating the crap out of her!

If only she could somehow get her into the pool. Maybe she could hold her down long enough to take the fight out of her. Maybe she could even drown her ass!

Melissa staggered to her feet and lunged toward her attacker. She wrapped her arms around her, catching her off guard. Tammi cried out in surprise as Melissa blindly drove them forward until their footing fell away beneath them as they tumbled into the deep end of the pool with a splash.

2005; 2020 (written for Melissa Aug 9 ’05; ed. Aug 15 ‘20 by riwa)

Part 5 – Mistress Tammi

(A flashback to before the investigation)

Melissa staggered to her feet and lunged toward her attacker. She wrapped her arms around her, catching her off guard. Tammi cried out in surprise as Melissa blindly drove them forward until their footing fell away beneath them as they tumbled into the deep end of the pool with a splash.

They grappled with each other, rolling around and around under the surface as arms and legs flailed and splashed about. Bubbles burst from their mouths, frothing to the surface. Every time Melissa managed to roll on top, Tammi succeeded in rolling her back over until she was underneath again.

Shit! This was worse than before! Now she needed air!

Melissa let go and clawed for the surface, bursting up and gasping wildly for breath. She hadn’t realized how tired she was. Between the pounding Tammi had inflicted upon her and her body’s attempts to recover from the sexual activities of the afternoon, she was dangerously exhausted.

She cried out in alarm. Then she bubbled in panic once Tammi grabbed her by her hair and shoved her under the surface. “I’m gonna DROWN you, you fuckin’ whore!”

Melissa tried to pull the woman’s hands out of her hair. But that didn’t work. That’s when she waved frantically as bubbles spewed out of her mouth.

Tammi was more than accommodating. “You want to drown?! FINE! I’ll be more than happy to give you what you want, bitch!”

She pulled the woman’s head up to the surface for a painfully short breath. Then she sadistically shoved her back down. “Drown for me, whore!”

NOOOO!

Melissa shook her head in panic. She was becoming too weak to fight, too weak to struggle much longer. A moment later her pussy exploded in a small orgasmic eruption from the fearful excitement of the moment.

Melissa lost most of her breath in a froth of bubbles. She waved feebly in an effort to get to the surface. She abruptly went limp, too tired to resist any further.

She waited for the moment she would start sucking pool water into her lungs. Her torrid affair with the angry woman’s husband was about to end once and for all. Only now did she experience any sort of regret at the moment of her impending drowning.

Tammi noticed the sudden lack of movement from her adversary. She pulled the woman’s head up to the surface, allowing her to gasp weakly for breath. Her eyes had almost glazed over.

“You got any last words before I drown your ass, bitch? Now’s the time to beg for your life!”

Melissa clutched at straws, anything that might spare her life. She believed it was useless to beg for mercy. Saying she would see her husband no longer probably wouldn’t do her any good.

Perhaps she could appeal to any semblance of erotic desires that might be lingering just under the surface. Anything to keep herself alive. So she panted, “I’ll… I’ll give you an orgasm!”

“WHAT??!!” That wasn’t the type of begging Tammi had expected. Melissa thought she detected a faint glimmer of hope.

“I’ll give you… the best orgasm… of your life… better than Travis… could ever give you! Let me… eat your pussy…!”

Tammi angrily shoved her back under the water. Melissa bubbled tiredly. She couldn’t hold her breath anymore.

“Why, you fuckin’ WHORE! Of all the NERVE… you FUCK my husband… now you want to eat ME??!! You’ll do ANYTHING to save your ass, won’t you, bitch!!”

Air bubbled up to the surface. Melissa struggled feebly. She was simply unable to put up much resistance.

“I SHOULD JUST DROWN YOUR ASS!” Bubbles were the only response.

Tammi pulled the woman’s head up into her crotch. She was planning on smothering her. Then she was going to drown the slut.

But was that really why she was holding the whore’s face in her crotch? Or was it a subconscious desire to see what Melissa would actually do down there?

With her last bit of energy Melissa clamped her lips onto the fabric and mouthed the material. She lost another burst of air as a spasm shuddered through her. Her lungs were screaming at her.

She figured she only had seconds to live. So why not make the most of them? She mouthed the woman’s crotch through the fabric as though her life depended upon it.

Apparently it was enough. Tammi felt her pussy tingle to life. The more she thought about it, the more it appealed to her.

Why not let her husband’s mistress please HER for a change? Then she could drown her sorry ass. The pleasure of telling Travis what had happened between them would be more than worth it…

“Guess what, honey? I made your little whore lick my pussy underwater. Then I drowned her ass. The bitch fucking deserved it!” Tammi wanted to see the look on his face when she told him his mistress had gotten her off before she’d turned around and drowned the little tart.

There was a sudden burst of bubbles. Tammi heard a muffled cry. Then the woman down below started to thrash about.

Tammi jerked the woman up by a handful of hair. She was just in time. Melissa came up coughing water, gagging and sputtering before gasping wildly for breath.

The angry wife wrapped an arm around the woman’s neck. Tammi dragged her adversary into shallow water. Then she allowed the whore to get her feet underneath her.

“I’ll let you live for now. But you’d better do a damn, good job on my pussy. Sluts like you are only goof for one thing. So let’s find out how badly you want to live.”

Melissa panted heavily, struggling to get her breath back. At least she was still alive. If licking this bitch’s pussy would keep her from being drowned, then she was more than willing. At this point, she’d do ANYTHING to stay alive.

Tammi pulled the half-drowned woman to the side of the pool. She suddenly caught sight of the discarded handcuffs. It occurred to her they might just come in handy.

She turned Melissa around before grabbing the cuffs. She viciously pulled her arms behind her back. Then she snapped a cuff onto one wrist.

“Hey!” Melissa gasped fearfully, squirming to resist. “What’re you DOING?!”

“I don’t trust you!” Tammi snarled. “Unless you want me to drown your ass right here and now, I suggest you stop fighting me!”

Melissa abruptly stopped struggling. She reluctantly allowed the angry woman to cuff her wrists together behind her back. This was not going well at all.

She had a bad feeling about all this. But right now there was nothing she could do about it. Her best hope was to give Travis’ wife a really good orgasm. By softening her up, maybe she could appeal to her woman to woman.

“We could have a good time together,” Melissa panted hopefully. “Wouldn’t that piss Travis off, especially if he lost you to me? Think about it! Travis losing his mistress to his wife and his wife to his mistress. Wouldn’t that be a great way to get back at him?”

“Shut up!” Tammi barked as she reached down and started pulling off her shoes and socks. “I’m not sure I should even be letting you do this to me!”

She tossed one shoe after the other over near a lawn chair. She was thinking about the woman’s mouth on her crotch a few moments ago, and how good it had felt. What would it feel like without any clothes on?

Damn her for feeling a little horny! She should just drown the bitch! What the hell was she thinking??

“Please!” Melissa persisted. “I can please you better than Travis ever could! Just give me a chance to prove it! Let me eat your pussy… URPLE…!”

Tammi grabbed a handful of hair and shoved her under the surface. Melissa burbled wildly as her heart hammered in her chest. Had she gone too far? Had she pushed Tammi over the edge?

She was promptly yanked back up to the surface. Melissa gasped wildly for breath, thinking furiously. Maybe if she played one more card…

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” she gasped in her best submissive demeanor. “I should be punished.”

Melissa hung her head in shame, desperately trying to get her breath back. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. It was possible she’d just pushed the angry woman into drowning her now.

Despite her predicament, she found herself getting aroused. Perhaps this might work. Maybe she could get Tammi to spare her life. Was it possible they could become lovers?

Tammi’s breath caught in her throat as she thought, ‘What the hell…?!’ Then she slammed the woman’s head back down into the water. She watched with sadistic glee as air bubbled to the surface.

“PUNISHED?!” she blurted out in surprise. “You want to be fucking punished?? Oh, I’ll punish you all right, you fuckin’ whore!”

Tammi reached underneath with her hands. She found Melissa’s remarkably hardened nipples. That’s when she grabbed them and cruelly twisted downward while snarling, “How’s THAT for punishment, slut?”

Melissa jerked and burbled as the pain radiated outward. At the same time, her pussy flamed excitedly to life. Was this such a good idea after all?

Tammi angrily pulled her back up. The slut came up gasping and sputtering. “Is that the type of punishment you want?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Melissa responded meekly while lowering her head. This was far better than sucking water before taking up permanent residence at the bottom of her pool.

Tammi stared in shock. Then she abruptly forced Melissa’s head back down under the water. She was ashamed to admit she was starting to get excited. Maybe it was time to finish undressing.

“Keep your head underwater until I pull you back up; understand?”

She let go of the woman’s head. Surprisingly enough, Melissa kept her head submerged. Tammi quickly began to undress.

She pulled her shorts down her legs before tossing them over near her shoes. When she saw the bitch still obeying her, she took her time pulling her panties down her legs, prolonging the woman’s suffering. She saw a burst of bubbles and grinned with satisfaction.

So wanted to drown the bitch. Melissa fucking deserved it! So why the hell was she becoming so aroused??

She finally pulled Melissa’s head back up out of the water. The woman gasped for breath. “Once more, bitch. I’ve got to take my shirt off!”

Tammi shoved the woman back down. Melissa burbled wildly, but didn’t resist. Her captor removed her shirt and bra, taking her sweet time as she exposed hardening nipples to the warm afternoon sun.

She pulled the woman back up. Melissa’s head emerged out of the water, gasping and sputtering. Tammi snarled, “So what should we do now, slut?”

“Please, Mistress!” Melissa begged. “Please… let me eat your pussy! I want to taste you! Please, Mistress!”

Tammi’s heart pounded excitedly in her chest. Originally she wanted to drown this bitch. But now sexual desires were calling out to her. What’s more, her pussy was tingling with excitement.

“Please, Mistress?” Tammi gave it a little more thought. Why not play along for a while? She could always drown her later.

Melissa got a look at Tammi’s breasts. She carefully moved herself within reach. Then she started licking the woman’s erect nipples.

Tammi felt electric surges in her chest. Damn! Now she could feel her anger starting to dissipate.

She had no idea why her husband would cheat on her. Didn’t he think she was good in the sack? She felt her pussy tingle excitedly as the whore licked and sucked. She even heard Melissa moan as though she was excited about it.

“That’s right… LICK ‘EM!” Tammi ordered. A low moan slipped past her lips. This was not how she’s planned her revenge!

She wondered how her bastard of a husband would react if he could see her now. How would he feel if he could see his mistress sucking on her titties? The urge to drown the bitch was “slipping below the surface and bubbling away”.

Melissa moved from one nipple to the other. She rolled them in her mouth with her tongue as she worked to please the woman. She was desperate to get herself out of the situation she’d suddenly found herself in.

She just had to get free and get her strength back. Tammi was going to regret this. Maybe she could arrange an accident for her in her pool. Then the bitch would be out of her hair forever. For now she just had to play her part.

“Ok, slut! Let’s see how well you lick pussy!”

Melissa lowered her head. “Yes, Mistress I’m ready to get out of the pool and…”

“Underwater! Deep end!” And with that, she wrapped an arm around the bound woman’s neck.

Tammi pulled her backward. Then she worked the two of them into deeper water. There was no way she was risking letting this bitch out of the pool!

Melissa gasped fearfully. She’d wanted to manipulate the two of them out of the pool. Instead, she found herself in even greater danger of being drowned, especially with her hands cuffed behind her back.

She felt rising panic as she kicked for the bottom. But there was nothing under her feet. Apparently Tammi was better in the water than she’d been led to believe.

“You will now submerge and lick me underwater or I’ll fucking drown your ass! You got that?”

Before Melissa could respond, Tammi grabbed a handful of hair. She forced her husband’s mistress underwater with an abrupt “URP”. Then she moved her head into position in front of her crotch.

“EAT ME, YOU FUCKIN” WHORE!” Then she mashed the head against her crotch.

Melissa bubbled air out of her nostrils in fear as she lashed out with her tongue. She flicked it against the woman’s clit. She had the uneasy feeling if she didn’t deliver on her promise of an orgasm, she wasn’t getting out of the pool alive.

Tammi gasped in delight as the tongue flicked against her pleasure center. She sighed as an exciting little shiver rippled through her. Damn; Travis had never made her feel this good!

Melissa buried her head in the woman’s snatch. Then she feasted for all she was worth. As far as she was concerned, she was licking for her very life.

Somehow she had to turn the tables on this bitch and get free. Then she’d be able to deal with her when the time came. In the meantime, why not enjoy one’s self?

As her tongue lashed out, she felt the woman start to tremble. Good! If she could make this bitch scream in orgasmic pleasure, it should only be a matter of time before the revolver was in her hands. Then she’d show her lover’s wife what was what.

Tammi held the woman’s head in place, making sure the whore was in just the right spot. She tipped her head back and moaned as little tingles radiated outward in every direction. The bitch was good; she had to grant her that much.

Melissa burbled a burst of air up against the woman’s clit as her chest spasmed. Tammi cried out in delight. Underwater, the cuffed woman redoubled her efforts while thinking, ‘I’ve got to make her cum soon! I’m running out of air!’

Tammi suddenly wrapped her legs tightly around the woman’s head, holding Melissa in place with her thighs as she started to squeeze. Then she started humping the woman’s face. Melissa burbled in growing fear, her air nearly gone as her lungs burned in her chest.

Her pussy tingled excitedly, causing her to grow increasingly anxious. If she had an orgasm of her own she might blow the rest of her breath away before she could make Tammi cum. She licked harder as she sucked on the woman’s clit, using her tongue to probe the opening to the bitch’s cunt.

Tammi stiffened as her pussy tingled wildly. She clamped her thighs even tighter around the woman’s head underwater. Then she shuddered as the tongue worked its magic down below.

Melissa blew a burst of air against the woman’s clit in panic. Instinctively she put up a struggle, trying to wiggle free as her legs kicked feebly. With her hands cuffed behind her back she had no way to work herself out from between the woman’s legs. Her head felt like it was in a vice.

Feeling the bitch struggle down between her legs only added to Tammi’s excitement. A moment later every muscle tensed up as her pussy exploded from a burst of pleasure. She began bucking wildly, humping the poor woman’s face as her scream of ecstasy cut through the afternoon air.

Melissa tried to scream out in breathless agony. But her face was mashed hard against the woman’s pussy. She thrashed about as her body demanded she replenish her air supply, her chest heaving mightily.

Her mind cried out, ‘THE BITCH’S GONNA DROWN ME ANYWAY!’ She was hit with the horrible realization her plans had miserably backfired. She opened her mouth to breathe, but being forced up against the woman’s crotch prevented her from inhaling OR exhaling.

A moment later Melissa was suddenly pulled to the surface. She coughed and sputtered, her legs kicking weakly. “AGAIN!” Tammi demanded.

Melissa was pushed back down, barely getting a decent breath. Her face was mashed against the woman’s pussy once again. She frantically flicked her tongue out, lapping up the juices that were beginning to dribble outward. Her mind cried out, “Please, God! Get me out of this and I swear I’ll never see Travis again!”

Her chest spasmed as her lungs screamed at her. That brief breath at the surface had not nearly been enough. Her tongue frantically probed her adversary’s pussy opening.

Tammi’s thighs tightened around Melissa’s head. Once more she tipped her head back and cried out her pleasure. It made her wonder if she was attracting any unwanted attention with her cries of excitement.

She mercilessly humped the poor woman’s face, bucking wildly as a second orgasm ripped through her. Melissa burbled frantically, her chest heaving. Her pussy tingled wildly from the fearful excitement of the moment.

The thought of being kept underwater was frightening, yet thrilling. Being dangerously close to drowning was terribly arousing. Then the thighs she was wedged between opened up.

Melissa felt herself being yanked up to the surface by her hair. She gasped frantically at the surface. That’s when she gazed into the eyes of a woman possessed.

“Once more, slut!” Tammi gasped excitedly. “If you’re lucky, I’ll even bring you back up!”

Melissa was abruptly shoved back down into the water. Once more she was slammed into place. Oh, shit!

Her tongue frantically lashed out. Melissa prayed she might earn a few extra minutes of life. She hoped it would be just enough to extricate herself from her current dilemma.

She probed the opening to the woman’s pussy with her tongue. Then she sucked on her clit. Melissa felt Tammi stiffen, indicating her efforts were having an effect.

Tammi stiffened and then started shaking violently as a third orgasm rapidly approached. Her thighs clamped tightly around the head of her husband’s mistress as she gasped excitedly. Then she started bucking again, humping the woman’s face for all she was worth. A moment later a scream of pleasure was ripped from her lungs.

Melissa’s chest heaved as she burbled frantically. She had to have air now! She blew a burst of bubbles against the pussy in front of her. Then her lungs gave out.

She reflexively inhaled, pulling water down her windpipe. She began thrashing about as the woman she was tending to cried out from a fourth, unexpected orgasm.

‘I’M GONNA DROWN!’ her mind screamed in horror. A moment later, her own pussy exploded in an orgasmic eruption, causing her body to thrash about. A moment later her nervous system overloaded, and she blacked out…

2005; 2020 (written for Melissa Aug 9 ’05; ed. Sep 11 ‘20 by riwa)

Part 6 – The air Mattress

(A flashback to before the investigation)

Melissa came to, the events of the last few minutes a hazy blur. She shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. She remembered being underwater, licking Tammi’s pussy. Then she remembered sucking pool water.

She thought she’d been pulled back up. But she didn’t have any memory of it. All she knew was that she’d ended up back at the surface, coughing and sputtering.

She vaguely thought she’d been helped out of the pool and into her bed. But that seemed rather strange. She’d lost consciousness after that.

Awareness fully returned. Melissa realized she was NOT in her bed. Instead, she was flat on her back in the pool, floating on her air mattress.

Gasping in alarm, she tried to rise up. But that didn’t go so well. Her arms had been wrapped behind her back all the way around the mattress before being cuffed together at the wrists.

She tried to move her feet. But her legs straddled the mattress and were cuffed together underneath at the ankles. The effect was to open her thighs wide, exposing her pussy to the late afternoon sun.

That’s when it came back to her. Tammi had told her she was going to tie her to the air mattress and torture her. At least her memory was returning.

She remembered being too exhausted to resist, forced to stumble along in the water. She must have been helped up onto the air mattress. But she didn’t remember anything after that. The bitch must have cuffed her while she was unconscious.

Melissa struggled against the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Her current situation had certainly not improved. If anything, it had become far more precarious.

“Are you still with us, bitch?” she heard a voice spit out.

She turned her head and saw Tammi looking at her with an evil smile. Melissa shook her head as she pleaded for mercy. “Please; let me go! We can work together. I’ll help you get even with your husband!”

Tammi was not impressed. “I don’t think so. Instead, I think it’s time for you to die, bitch!”

“DIE??!! But I… I thought you were gonna TORTURE me!!”

“I lied. I hope you can hold your breath, you fuckin’ whore!”

Tammi lowered herself into the water. She pushed up against the underside of the mattress. Then she flipped the bound woman over.

Melissa let out a fearful shriek. She tried to snatch a quick breath. Then she hit the water face first with a splash.

She burbled frantically, desperately trying to squirm out of the cuffs that bound her wrists and ankles. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Had she just taken her last breath?

Out of curiosity, Tammi set her watch as she smirked at her handiwork. At twenty seconds she took a deep breath and submerged. She wanted to see what the whore would look like the moment she started thrashing about and drowning.

She swam under the mattress where she rolled over onto her back so she could look up at her captive. When she drifted upward she simply grabbed either side of the mattress around Melissa’s chest. It brought her dangerously close to the woman’s breasts.

It didn’t matter how much the water stunt her sinuses. She wanted to watch this! So she stretched her arms out, pushing herself downward enough to give her a good view of the bound woman so she could watch her struggle…

Melissa looked down at her captor in rising panic. She lost a few bubbles when she saw there was no sympathy for her in the face of the woman looking up at her. Despite her growing fear that she was about to drown, or perhaps because of it, she found herself becoming aroused.

It was the type of bondage game she and Travis might have played, cuffed the way she was. What’s more, her pussy was exposed to the direct stimulation of cool pool water. Besides, there was a certain sexiness about the dangerous bitch looking up at her: soft, pale skin, firm breasts… erect nipples revealing a definite element of arousal.

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Melissa wondered if this was it. Was the bitch really gonna let her drown?

She squirmed in a desperate attempt to free herself. But it was no use. All she was doing was causing the woman underneath her smile with amusement at her growing discomfort.

A spasm gently rolled through her body. It was the first warning sign of her growing need for air. Melissa felt a familiar tingle in her pussy despite the dangerous nature of her situation…

Tammi looked up at her captive while releasing a little air out of her nose. She watched with interest as bubbles dribbled up against the cuffed woman. Some rolled off Melissa’s chest, while smaller ones stuck to the bitch’s breasts in little beads…

Melissa felt the bubbles tickle and caress her. It was a humiliating stimulation. She count not help flinching involuntarily…

Tammi saw the bound woman’s reaction. For some reason it intrigued her. She allowed herself to drift a little closer, carefully releasing a few more blips of air out of her mouth…

Melissa felt several bubbles dance off her breasts. A few bounced erotically off her nipples. She flinched again, bubbling at the sensations. Her lungs heaved as she fought to hold her breath…

Tammi grinned mischievously before adjusting her position. She took aim and deliberately released a small, steady stream. Bubbles splattered up against the bound woman’s left nipple…

Melissa shivered as bubbles tickled her breast. She squirmed helplessly, another warning spasm rippling through her as her lungs began to burn. The bubbles were like little touches of electricity.

They dribbled up against her, rolling sensuously over her flesh. She shivered again as her body spasmed once more. The bitch was enjoying herself while watching as her lungs became more insistent in their demand for another breath…

Tammi observed with interest as a spasm rolled from Melissa’s stomach to her breasts, causing them to wiggle erotically. She saw another spasm… and then another. Each one appeared more insistent than the last.

The bound woman lost a burst of air as her cheeks bulged. She appeared to be struggling in a desperate attempt to hold her breath. Watching her drown was going to be oh, so satisfying!

Tammi felt a spasm ripple through her own body. There was another one; she, too, was running out of breath. She needed to go up for air, but she was fascinated at the way Melissa’s body was starting to heave and spasm.

She watched the woman grimace in concentration as she fought to hold her breath. Another burst of air blew out of her captive’s mouth. Tammi saw what appeared to be a rather painful convulsion rumble through the tightly secured woman.

She suddenly felt a massive spasm of her own. It caused her to blow a burst of air up into Melissa’s face. Tammi let go of the mattress, got her feet underneath her and stood up, panting heavily.

She saw a massive burst of bubbles come up around the head of the mattress. She flipped it over without even thinking about it, granting the bound woman a much-needed breath of air. Then she checked her watch, remembering she was keeping track of the time.

Damn! She wasn’t sure if she was impressed by the fact Melissa had held her breath for over a minute forty… or that she’d held HERS over a minute twenty. She’d been having way too much fun with the woman and hadn’t been paying that much attention to her breath-holding…

Melissa gasped for breath, grateful to still be alive. She looked over at Tammi, wondering what was coming next. Would this be her only reprieve?

Tammi watched the bound woman suck in huge lungfuls of air. It dawned on her she’d actually allowed the bitch back up! ‘What the HELL am I doing??’ she said to herself. ‘I should have DROWNED the slut!’

“SHIT!” she blurted out. Anger filled Tammi’s face. Melissa saw the enraged expression and gasped fearfully.

Tammi was furious as she grabbed onto the mattress. Then she heaved it right over. “SUCK WATER, BITCH!” she bellowed at the overturned mattress.

That wasn’t all she wanted to do. The bitch had been fucking her husband! So she clambered up onto the mattress, causing it to bob up and down in the water…

Melissa burbled fearfully. She lost a burst of air as she felt the woman climb up onto the mattress. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she remembered how angry Tammi had seemed.

‘I’m DEAD!’ she thought mournfully. The thought perversely exhilarated her almost as much as it frightened her.

She felt arms wrap around her from above. Hands fumbled over her breasts. Then she felt fingers on her tits…

‘OW! OW-OW-OW!!’

She burbled painfully as fingers pinched her erect nipples. Then they grabbed on. That’s when the crazy bitch began yanking on them, twisting them mercilessly…

‘OW… OUCH… SHIT… OW… BITCH… OUCH!’

Melissa jerked painfully, causing the mattress to bounce around above her. She burbled frantically as she clawed at the body lying on her shackled hands. The pinching sadistically intensified…

‘OUCH… FUCK… OW… DAMN YOU – OW!’

She felt her lungs spasm in her chest. Melissa burbled frantically as she squirmed desperately in an attempt to get free. The jerking of her erect nipples continued…

‘OW… OUCH… I’LL KILL YOU – OW!!’

Tammi grinned sadistically as the body beneath her jerked and hitched. “Take THAT, bitch… and THAT… how do you LIKE it, slut?! THAT’S what you get for fucking my HUSBAND!”

Melissa burbled in pain as her lungs began to burn. A moment later the sensations changed as those sadistic fingers began fondling her breasts and nipples. Pain turned to shameful pleasure until she moaned involuntarily, blowing a burst of air out of her lungs as a convulsion shook her chest…

Tammi saw air bubble to the surface around the head of the mattress. Instinctively she rolled off the mattress into the water. Then she stood up and flipped Melissa back over, allowing the woman to gasp wildly for breath.

That was the second time she’d delayed the bitches deserving demise! What the hell was WRONG with her?? Why was she suddenly experiencing these perversely erotic feelings for this whore?

Was it the pussy licking she’d gotten a few minutes ago, along with those fantastic orgasms she’d received? She was sure she wanted to drown the bitch… or at least torture the fucking slut! But now she was having reservations…

Melissa looked at her anxiously. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to get her breath back. She saw a strange look in the woman’s face.

Tammi didn’t seem as enraged as before. That was certainly not the look of a betrayed housewife. Was there a modicum of mercy in the woman whose husband she’d been fucking?

Tammi tried to clear the conflicting emotions out of her head. Damnit, this woman had fucked her husband! She deserved to drown in her very own pool right here and now!

She composed herself before grabbing onto the mattress. Then she angrily heaved it back over. Melissa let out a frightened squeal before splashing face down into the pool.

“I should drown your ass right now!” Tammi yelled at the mattress. But her voice sounded unconvincing.

Drowning the slut was what she OUGHT to do. Instead she was considering a different option. What she now thought she wanted to do defied all logic or reason…

Melissa eyes widened in horror. Once more she thought this was it. She was sure the bitch was going to drown her now.

Her pussy tingled from a perverse excitement. Something made her think of her quivering snatch being filled with one of the dildos Travis had used on her earlier in the day. After all, he couldn’t stay hard all the time. Sometimes she needed something for those in-between times.

A moment later Tammi came into view underneath her. The woman reached up and grabbed her nipples. Once more the bitch began pinching and twisting them…

‘OW… OH… OUCH… FUCKING BITCH… OOWW!!’

DAMN! The pain was working against her, arousing her even more. She burbled and squirmed, helpless to prevent what was happening to her.

The pinching stopped. Tammi drifted up against her. Melissa was shocked when the betrayed woman took a sore nipple into her mouth.

Oooooohhhh…

Melissa squirmed again as the woman underneath her went from one nipple to the other, gently licking, sucking and burbling.

‘Touch my pussy, bitch!’ she thought in desperation. ‘If you’re gonna drown me, at least grant me one last orgasm!’

A sharp spasm rippled through her… then another one. Her lungs were crying out for air. But she didn’t want Tammi to stop until the woman played with her pussy long enough to trigger the release she craved!

‘Hurry up, bitch! I can’t hold it much longer! Please! Let me have an orgasm!’

She burbled as her cheeks bulged, her chest heaving and convulsing. A moment later the rest of her air blew out of her body.

Oh, NO! She was gonna inhale any second now! Her pussy was tingling wildly, aching to cum. Yet the bitch was gonna let her drown without letting her…

Melissa watched Tammi move out from underneath her and stand up. She suddenly felt the mattress flip over, flopping her up into the sun. Once more she was allowed to gasp mightily for breath.

Her chest heaved as she sucked huge lungfuls of fresh air into her lungs. Then she gasped and started to tremble. Fingers were caressing her breasts… teasing her nipples.

Tammi had been thinking about Melissa’s earlier comment about the two of them becoming lovers and how it would be a good way to get even with Travis. Despite her misgivings, she found herself becoming intrigued with the idea. Maybe it was because she found herself aroused with desire as she continued fingering the bound woman’s nipples.

“You like that, don’t you, slut?” When Melissa nodded weakly, Tammi impulsively bent over and kissed her. She allowed her tongue to probe the bound woman’s mouth.

Melissa groaned excitedly as fingers continued to roam over her chest. Her nipples were played with again. Then she cried out into the mouth upon hers once they were pinched.

The pinching stopped. There were more caresses. Melissa groaned with pleasure…

“MMPPHH! MMPPHH! MM-MMPPHH!”

More pinching. OW! Damn her!

“MMMPPHH!”

OOOWWW!

She felt her tormentor grab onto her tits. She felt them being twisted and mauled. It triggered a combination of pain and pleasure shooting through her.

Melissa moaned helplessly. She gave off another muffled grunt when they were pinched again. The whole time their lips remained locked together. At least it was far better than drowning.

Tammi came up for air, reluctantly stopping their passionate lip-lock. But she continued caressing the poor woman’s breasts.

“You like it when I do that; don’t you, slut?”

Melissa nodded weakly, tears in her eyes.

“DON’T YOU, YOU FUCKING WHORE?” Tammi pinched hard while seemingly demanding an answer.

“OW…! Yes… yes, ma’am!”

Melissa moaned again as hands caressed her mounds. It was erotically humiliating. At least for now her lungs were not in the process of flooding.

“Let’s see if you can hold your breath longer, slut!”

The mattress was suddenly pushed up and over. The startled woman quickly sucked in a lungful of air before she was submerged again. Melissa shivered excitedly, unsure whether or not this would be the fateful moment Tammi took her revenge out on her.

She found herself praying the angry wife would stop erotically torturing her. Pain, bubbles and caresses were arousing her immensely. Now she was almost hoping the bitch would just fuck the shit out of her! Surely she’d left a couple of dildos lying around the pool for her to make good use of.

She felt movement in the water. Tammi swam underneath her, rolling over onto her back again. Once more the two were facing each other.

She saw the wicked grin on the woman’s face. Melissa trembled over what might happen next. Would it be better than drowning? Or would it be worse?

As for Tammi, she could not help herself. Maybe it was an act of revenge against her husband. Or maybe it was the awakening of hidden desires.

She wasn’t sure why. But for some reason she wanted to play with this bitch. She wanted to torture her sexually.

Her own excitement and arousal began to overwhelm her. It overrode any further murderous thoughts. Tammi allowed her body to drift up until she pressed up against Melissa face to face, chest to chest and torso to torso.

Their lips came together again. Tongues searched each other’s mouths. It was amazing the way Melissa was submitting. Perhaps the fear of drowning was motivating her.

Her hands slipped between them. Tammi found the bound woman’s breasts once more. Then she alternately started to pinch and then fondle her nipples.

Melissa shuddered with pleasure, jerked with pain and then shuddered with pleasure again. Her snatch was screaming for attention. She was trembling all over; every nerve ending jangling at her as she passionately returned the kiss initiated by her lover’s wife…

FORMER lover’s wife, she decided. As far as she was concerned, this was the end of Travis. His wife was SO much better. The woman was simply driving her insane with those caresses, pinches and bubbles.

Tammi burbled air out through her nose as she slowly brought a knee up. It came in contact with Melissa’s pussy opening. The bound woman burbled excitedly as she tried to squeeze. But her thighs were spread too far apart.

Melissa trembled wildly as she aggressively tongued the mouth of the woman who was driving her mad. All thoughts of getting hold of the gun and killing her were long gone. Now she simply wanted this woman to become her new lover by taking her… abusing her… fucking her…

Tammi suddenly pulled away. She blew bubbles up into the face of her captive. Then she slowly worked her way down the woman’s suspended body until an erect nipple came into view. That’s when she slowly sucked it into her mouth before running her tongue all around it…

Melissa trembled as the warm mouth came in contact with her nipples. She nearly blew her air away as bubbles slipped past her lips. She felt a warning spasm ripple through her. But for the moment she was not as concerned as before. She would hold her breath for as long as necessary if only this damned woman would stop teasing her and just give her an orgasm!

Tammi felt her lungs start to burn as a spasm shook her. She concentrated on sucking on the nipples in front of her. She detected small convulsions in the body of the woman she was pleasuring.

The two of them would need air soon. But her pussy was throbbing with longing. Perversely, she snaked a hand down between her thighs.

Tammi touched and then rubbed her own clit. It sent pleasurable shivers tingling through her as her legs squeezed together. She thought about her captive and wondered whether or not the bitch was getting frustrated as hell.

It served her right. Maybe she would hold off drowning her. Hell, maybe she’d let the bitch live, especially if they might develop a relationship of their own…

Melissa burbled as the warm body pressed against her. She fought to hold her breath as another spasm rippled through her. She desperately wanted this woman to touch her clit, stick a finger in her pussy… ANYTHING!

She spasmed again as her lungs cried out for air. She tried to squeeze her legs together and couldn’t. She tried to find some way to get her body to orgasm. But the release she wanted felt like it was tantalizingly out of reach.

She squirmed in an attempt to help move things along. A massive convulsion shook her. She became acutely aware her lungs were screaming for air.

She lost a big burst of air. Melissa trembled as panic flowed through her, heightening all of her senses. Her mind cried out, ‘CAN’T… HOLD IT… MUCH LONGER…!’

She started to thrash about as the last of her air spewed out of her mouth. A moment later she felt Tammi move away from her. For a moment she was panicked until she felt the mattress push upward.

She was rolled over up into fresh air. Melissa gasped mightily as she sucked breath after breath into her lungs. She even heard Tammi panting and gasping nearby.

She turned her head and looked at her. Had the anger dissipated? She really wanted to cum!

“2:23!” Tammi announced as she looked at her watch. It was a surprise they had both been under for that amount of time. She’d never held her breath that long before. Melissa just gasped for breath, eyes wide in amazement.

Tammi drew closer. She carefully moved her hand between Melissa’s thighs. Then she started rubbing her pussy.

Melissa moaned softly. Tammi abruptly pulled her hand away. She was still hurt and angry; it felt good to act cruelly toward the bitch!

Melissa glared at her in helpless frustration as she shivered excitedly. The hand returned. Fingers gently strummed her clit as well as the opening to her pussy.

She groaned again, shivering uncontrollably. Her body ached with lustful desire. Travis had never stirred her sensations like this before!

“Is that what you want, bitch?” Tammi grinned wickedly at her. Melissa didn’t care anymore.

“Please!” she gasped in desperation. “I want to cum! I’m so fucking horny! Fuck me… stick something in me… please… give me an orgasm… I’ll do ANYTHING!”

“Even drown?” her tormentor asked with a wicked glint in her eye, remembering the bitch’s comments to her husband.

Melissa was too far gone to think clearly. “Yes – yes – anything! Just let me cum!” She was so damned frustrated at being unable to squeeze her legs together to help bring herself to orgasm.

Tammi grinned at her. Then she paused to consider her own heightened arousal. Truth was: she could use another orgasm of her own right about now.

Tammi made a decision. “Make me cum, bitch, and I’ll think about it.” Then she flipped Melissa over with a splash.

It caught the other woman by surprise. She didn’t get the full breath she needed. Then Tammi worked herself back underneath the mattress.

She pressed her crotch up against the woman’s head. Then she maneuvered herself so her pussy was mashed up against the bound woman’s face. A moment later she felt a tongue lash out to flick against her clit.

Tammi moaned appreciatively as she started to squirm. This was much better. But it made Melissa’s task that much more difficult. She didn’t care as felt excited little tingles ripple through her as the tongue pressed itself into her cunt…

Melissa dutifully tongued the pussy mashed against her face. If she could just bring this damned woman to orgasm. Maybe she would be rewarded with the release her body so desperately craved.

She licked for all she was worth, concentrating on her task. It made it somewhat easier to hold her breath. Then the betrayed wife unexpectedly pulled away, filling her with dread she was going to be drowned anyway…

Tammi pulled herself away from that magical tongue. She waited a few moments to allow the excitement to die down. Then she slowly slid herself back under again, determined to make the task much more difficult…

The crotch returned and was mashed back into her face. Melissa resumed licking as a warning spasm gently shook her. She aggressively tongued the woman’s pussy, wondering if she needed to get her off in order to earn a reward… or a drowning reprieve.

She felt a certain sense of satisfaction as the woman’s body started to squirm against her face. Then the crotch pulled away from her again. DAMNIT! What the HELL was she DOING??

Tammi surfaced and gasped excitedly, prolonging her orgasm. Then she got another breath before sliding back under into position. She saw Melissa give off a burst of bubbles, causing her to grin inwardly as she wondered how much longer her captive could hold her breath…

The crotch returned, mashing itself into Melissa’s face. She was running out of air! It made her tongue the woman’s pussy for all she was worth as her convulsions intensified.

She felt her lungs heave, causing her to struggle to keep from inhaling. She tongued the pussy pressed against her lips in desperation. Then she sucked on the engorged clit as air began spurting out of her mouth… ‘CUM, DAMN YOU! CUM BEFORE I START TO DROWN DOWN HERE!’

Tammi felt air bubble against her clit. A tongue spread her pussy lips wide, causing her to squirm excitedly. She felt the orgasm rush toward her. But she forced herself to delay it as she slipped out from underneath the mattress.

She surfaced briefly, gasping excitedly. A big burst of bubbles erupted around the mattress. Then she flipped it over, allowing Melissa to gasp mightily for breath.

She snarled at her husband’s lover, “Is that the best you can do? If so, then I guess I’m gonna have to drown your sorry ass! You deserve it anyway for fucking my husband!”

“Please!” Melissa cried out, her body trembling from unsatisfied desires. “Let me try again! I want to cum!”

“Then you’d better make me cum first, bitch! If you don’t, I’ll just leave you upside down and let you drown!” Then Tammi grabbed the mattress and cruelly flipped it back over.

2005; 2020 (written for Melissa Aug 19 ’05; ed. Oct 11 ‘20 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.1 (7)

Coming August rewards

Another Whittaker Manor chapter.
She’s found nude in the forest.
Two women decide to use the pool for the last time.
Her situation is too good to be true.
A demonstration for the family.
More drowning dreams.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
A drowning contest.
A dangerous fetish.
2 “dry” short stories.
A couple I haven’t decided on yet.
And perhaps a bonus story or two (or three).

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

Sometimes I feel like my creativity is ebbing. Then I look to see the dates on some of the stories I’ll be posting this coming month. Several have been written this year. So apparently my creativity has not totally left me just yet. Maybe it just went on vacation/holiday.

The doctor might remove a couple of bad toenails next month. I don’t know what I did to them, but they are acting rather goofy. So I might be hobbling around town for a few days. Oh well. Better to remove a toenail or two than something a little more significant.

Otherwise, I’m doing well. Mom and I go into town and share a meal together once or twice a week. She’s ok, but sometimes she stresses me. Although… I can’t help but wonder how many times I’ve stressed her over the years.

One thing’s for sure: I’m not stressed by my patrons. You all have been very kind to me. I just hope my stories have been enjoyable, and a nice distraction during these… interesting… times.

Thank you for being my patrons…

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Hanging the Hangley High cheerleaders 4.4 (52)

Note: an edited repost of an older story

The Hangley High Prospectors had gone 0-9. The football team was discouraged, suffering through an appalling lack of motivation. The team was simply going through the motions and seemed destined to finish the entire season without a win.

The cheerleaders had certainly tried to do their part. But their efforts had also fallen flat. It was as though the entire school didn’t care what happened to their football team.

The cheerleading squad had started out wearing colorful one-pieces with short skirts. By mid-season they’d switched to midriff-exposed tops and shorter skirts in the hopes of motivating the players. But that had not helped.

Last week the girls had gone all out, wearing cleavage baring attire even though the nights were starting to get chilly. But there was a lack of enthusiasm over their cheers, and the team had lost anyway. A feeling of depression settled over the school.

Two days before homecoming, Brian Dawkins, quarterback and senior captain of the Prospectors, came up with a rather bold idea. He passed it on to his offensive and defensive starters. They all agreed. After all, what could it hurt?

Without telling school officials, they took it upon themselves to contact the eight members of the cheerleading squad. They all happened to be 18 years of age at the time, 5 seniors and 3 juniors. The girls said they were willing to engage in a private gathering with the team.

The big game was scheduled for Saturday night. Friday evening most of the team along with the eight cheerleaders snuck down to a secluded section of woods near the river. It was a location known for parties, making out, and under-aged drinking.

The girls all dressed in cleavage-baring attire. They also wore their school hoodies. This was to fight against the chill despite the fact each set of legs remained uncovered.

After they all piled out of the vehicles, the girls set up in a small clearing with a couple of big cottonwood trees as a backdrop. Then they went through every routine they had memorized. They even came up with an impromptu cheer on the spot in the hopes of helping to motivate the players.

The guys enthusiastically applauded their hard work. They appreciated the effort, especially with all that cleavage and those bouncing boobs behind tight-fitting outfits.

The girls were satisfied with their private performance for the team. With the night air becoming chillier, they all put their hoodies back on. They believed this private little pep rally for the team was about to conclude.

At the end of the presentation, Brian sent a couple of players from the offensive side of the football team to go fetch some rope. Then he turned to address Jenny and Samantha, the two head cheerleaders. “Rate your squad,” he instructed them. “Tell us who you believe to be the two weakest members of the team.”

“That’s easy,” Jenny replied as she looked at her squad. “Marsha and Colette have always struggled to learn the cheers and moves on the field.”

“Then they’ll go first,” Brian said with a smile, motioning in their direction.

“Go first? For what?”

Several players immediately surrounded them. The girls became confused, protesting in alarm as their arms were tied behind their backs. What really frightened them was the appearance of a noose that was looped around each neck.

The ends of both ropes were tossed over a solid looking limb of one of the large cottonwood trees. Brian declared, “Since we’re the Hangley High Prospectors, I think we should have a hanging!” That elicited a cheer from the football players. The cheerleaders were horrified.

With a nod from their team captain, the guys pulled on the ropes. The two frightened girls were abruptly pulled three feet up into the air. Then their ropes were tied off to a nearby limb.

Marsha and Colette instinctively panicked, their eyes opening wide in shock. A moment later they started kicking and twisting together. They bucked and jerked as they desperately fought their nooses.

They rasped and gurgled as two sets of bare legs flew every which way. Their cheerleader skirts billowed as they fought for survival. Breasts bounced within their school hoodies.

The players looked up in awe and wonder, several of them becoming quite aroused. Jenny and Samantha were just as enthralled, if not a little alarmed at the spectacle. Brian had told them what to expect, but they’d decided to go along with the whole thing.

They were also grateful it was not them doing the air-dancing. They just hoped the sacrifice of their squad members would be enough to motivate the football team. The other cheerleaders watched in stunned silence, experiencing a sense of nervous excitement at such a brutal, yet strangely erotic display.

“Give us a cheer, girls!” Jenny cried out, urging the air-dancers to give their best. “Show some team spirit! This is your last chance to show us what you can do! C’mon, you two! Do it for the team!”

Marsha was the fuller figured of the two. Her boobs bounced animatedly beneath her hoodie as she kicked and struggled. Colette was more slender with a little less chest. But her shapely legs flew all around as she kicked and pedaled. She jerked her knees together and then kicked some more.

The two girls danced up a storm, rasping and gurgling as they swung and twisted from the pain of strangulation. Their tits bounced noticeably within the confines of their hoodies as their skirts billowed. Their dance had the affect of hardening every cock present.

Eventually their struggles diminished. They finally tired out and hung limp and lifeless. Piss stained their panties as twin streams splattered onto the ground below. All that was left was a little sporadic jerking indicating they were both barely alive.

“Johnson… Timmons,” Brian declared with a nod. “Finish them off!”

Both wide receivers eagerly rushed forward to the dangling girls. They leaped up and grabbed onto the legs of both bodies as though making an in-the-air tackle. There were twin “CRICKS” as two necks were broken.

For a moment the hanged cheerleaders swung back and forth as the two receivers clung to them. Then the guys let go. Both bodies silently swung back and forth, sporadic nerve impulses causing stray muscles to fire.

There was a look of incredible agony in Marsha’s lifeless eyes. Blood trickled out of her mouth from where she’d bitten her tongue. Colette had a curious expression of lifeless pain and pleasure. To some extent she must have partially enjoyed the suffering she’d been forced to endure.

“Ok,” Brian said to Jenny and Samantha, nodding at the remaining girls. “Who would be the weakest links of the remaining squad?”

The two captains turned to look, smiling cruelly as their remaining companions gasped in alarm. “Latoya and Renae?” Jenny asked Samantha. The co-captain nodded her head in agreement.

The two named cheerleaders gasped in alarm and horror as several members of the football team rushed forward with more rope and two more nooses. They started to protest, proclaiming they did their routines well and that they didn’t want to hang. But Jenny shushed them, telling them, “Take one for the team, girls; ok? Let’s see you both cheer your all for us in those nooses!”

Secretly, Jenny had ulterior motives in picking these two. Latoya was the dark-skinned African American of the squad, whereas Renae had emigrated from Ireland. But it was suspected the two were having a secret lesbian relationship together, one that simply did not sit well with Jenny or Samantha. That reason ultimately turned out to be what got them both picked.

The two girls were moved underneath a different branch of that same cottonwood tree. It was a branch that looked like it could support their weight. They began to sniffle as they glanced at each other in horror. The looks on their faces indicated they never expected their illicit relationship could end like this.

Before the guys could heft them up, Jenny put up a hand. “Wait!” she said as she walked up to them. Then she partly unzipped both hoodies down to the waist of each girl.

“For the team,” she said with a cruel sneer as she pulled both tops down. It fully exposed both sets of tits. Then she nodded at the guys manning the ropes.

She stepped back as the two were hauled up into the air. Latoya’s eyes flew open in astonishment at the horror of painful strangulation. Then her legs began to kick in every direction.

Renae gawked as her airway was choked off. Then she began fighting the noose. Soon her legs began flying every which way.

The two secret lovers kicked and struggled, fighting for breath as their nooses tightened ominously around their throats. The players watched appreciatively, the cheerleaders apprehensively. Jenny and Samantha observed the second set of hangings with special satisfaction, both of them inwardly rationalizing it as “taking one for the team” and that the two deserved to hang side by side.

Latoya caught sight of her lover’s tits heaving in breathless agony. It was just as much a turn-on as it was horrific. Those nipples were amazingly hard, harder than she’d ever seen them. Hell, they were harder than she’d ever made them with her talented tongue!

Renae caught sight of Latoya’s bouncing mounds as her fellow cheerleader strangled to death. Despite the pain, she found herself regretting she wouldn’t get the chance to play with them ever again. At least being allowed to see them one last time was some small consolation.

Both girls kicked and danced, more for each other than for the damned football players watching them. They rasped and gurgled as they put on their show to an appreciative audience. Jenny decided their dance was better than Marsha and Colette’s. She just hoped it would motivate the team to a win tomorrow night.

Latoya suddenly jerked her knees together, cumming at the horrific sight of her lover hanging to death. Then she hung limp, unable to fight any longer. Renae joined her half a minute later, kicking hard and then suddenly going limp. Latoya’s stream of piss was about 20 seconds ahead of Renae’s.

This time a couple of defensive backs were allowed to come up and administer the coup de grace. They leaped upward and grabbed the legs of each dangling cheerleader. Their weight was more than enough. The group heard the satisfying sound of two necks snapping before their swaying bodies joined those of Marsha and Colette.

“I guess that leaves Justine and Charley, eh?” Brian said with a nod at the other two cheerleaders. A sturdy branch on the adjacent cottonwood tree was identified. Players moved forward once again with more rope.

Justine and Charley began squawking their desire not to be involved. But there was no way of convincing a group of murderous football players who were now horny as hell to spare them.

There were already 4 lifeless bodies dangling from another tree. What would it hurt to add a couple more? Jenny and Samantha were certainly not lifting a finger to save them. That’s when they realized they were going to hang with no hope in sight.

“Let’s help them out, Sam,” Jenny said quickly, thankful they were the last two left alive from the squad.

They both went up to each frightened cheerleader. They proceeded to cruelly pull down skirts and panties. Then they opened the hoodies partway, pulling off the tops so that two sets of tits would be exposed for the team to enjoy. Everyone was in for a real treat, being as how Justine’s were large.

Both girls started to cry, pleading for their lives. Jenny told them, “You want the guys to win, don’t you? Do it for the good of the team!”

Justine sobbed, “But we don’t want to hang!” Her doomed companion Charley shook her head as though it was all a bad dream and that she would soon wake up.

“This is the price you pay for being on the squad,” Jenny replied with a cruel grin, reaching out to caress Justine’s quivering mounds. “These suckers are nice and big. They’re going to bounce well for the team. Now give us a good performance; ok, girls?”

Brian cleared his throat, preparing to give the order to lift them up. Jenny beat him to it, eager to show them she was just as enthusiastic to watch her girls swing. “Hang ‘em, boys!” she declared. “Let’s get ‘em up and get ‘em to swinging!”

The two girls were lifted up into the air. Their eyes widened in shock and horror at the incredible pain around their necks. As their ropes were tied off, both of them started fluttering their feet as though the ground might miraculously return. Then realization set in, setting their legs to flying every which way.

This time there were no skirts to billow. The guys all got a good look at a couple of flaring, pink pussies as the two girls kicked and struggled. Both of them fought their nooses… and fought hard.

Justine’s tits bounced wildly, indicating she had been a good choice to swing. Charley was not as well endowed. But her breasts bounced and heaved just as nicely. Both girls rasped for breath as they kicked, pedaled and twisted in place, swinging this way and that.

It was an energetic, if not inspired, performance. Of the six now noosed, Justine and Charley were the most athletic of the bunch. They put out the most energy during their struggles.

Were it not for group politics, they might very well have been the captains of the cheerleading squad. But Jenny and Samantha had not allowed that to happen. Both girls had maintained a tight grip on their power over their girls.

Justine and Charley danced wildly, swinging back and forth as they kicked and jerked. They both fought their nooses hard. There were so many erections involved that a few were actually going off inside the trousers of their owners.

Jenny and Samantha thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle. No doubt they were relieved they were not among the six members now dangling from the two cottonwoods.

The sight had been terribly erotic. Both were now ready to fuck. Of the eight cheerleaders, they were the two most likely to whore themselves out to every member of the football team.

Eventually the fight was strangled out of the two desperately kicking girls. Justine and Charley lasted the longest of the three pairs of hanged cheerleaders. They finally hung limp and lifeless in their opened hoodies.

There was still a faint spark of life in both sets of eyes, even as they pissed themselves. Two running backs were chosen to finish them off. Both players eagerly leaped up, giving each set of legs a good, hard tug downward as the bodies were set to swinging back and forth.

There were two loud “CRICKS”. Both cheerleaders swung lifeless from broken necks. Stray muscles spasmed as the rope creaked from their swaying back and forth.

“All right; who’s ready to fuck?” Jenny wanted to know, turning toward the players. Her body was on fire; she desperately needed a release. Samantha turned right along with her, the two of them anticipating a long night of glorious fucking.

“Not going to happen,” Brian said calmly, his jaw firmly set. “We already had a team vote. No beer before our next win. And definitely no sex until we bring home a victory.”

“What?” Samantha blurted out in surprise.

“What about us?” Jenny wanted to know. “Guys, I’m horny as hell!”

Brian smiled with wicked anticipation. Then he produced two more nooses he’d been keeping hidden. “You two sluts are the ones we’ve all been wanting to hang the most. Am I right, guys?” There were cries of agreement, including a couple of comments of “HELL yes!”

Jenny blanched as she started to back away. “You guys can’t do this to us!” Samantha protested in a faltering voice.

“BLOWJOBS!” Jenny called out in a desperate attempt to spare her life. “WHO WANTS BLOWJOBS?”

“Not until we win a game,” their star defensive back Jimmy Evans answered for them all.

Brian calmly asked, “Whatever happened to ‘taking one for the team’?”

Jenny spat out, “You can go to hell!” as a couple of guys grabbed her.

“I think a slut like you will be going there ahead of me,” he responded with a chuckle. “You’ve fucked more guys than any girl I know.”

“Please!” she gasped as all of her clothes were removed along with Samantha’s. “We’ll do ANYTHING!”

Samantha resigned herself to her fate. It was obvious there was no getting out of this one. So she spat out, “Do it for the team, you stupid bitch! Isn’t that what you told Marsha and Colette… what you told them all? C’mon, Jenny, you fucking whore! We’re going to ‘do it for the team’, remember? Where’s your school spirit?”

“NOOO!”

Jenny struggled as they finished stripping her naked. “Let ‘em hang with their school hoodies!” Brian told the guys. “School spirit, remember?” Then he winked as he looked at Jenny and added, “For the team, right?”

They found another thick branch on the same tree from which they’d just hanged Justine and Charley. Jenny began hyperventilating as she was bound and noosed. The free end of the rope was tossed over the limb. Samantha just stood there trembling, believing resistance was futile.

“You two are responsible for the cheerleading squad,” Brian said to them both. “Now let’s see how well you two can motivate the team to go out and win tomorrow.” Then he nodded at the guys holding onto the free ends of their ropes.

“FUCK YOU – AWK!”

Jenny’s defiant cry was choked off as she was pulled up into the air along with Samantha. Two sets of feet fluttered for solid footing underneath them. Then they started to kick.

It wasn’t long until they were both dancing up a storm. They kicked and twisted, fighting their nooses. “I always knew that slut could dance!” Brian observed with a laugh, his cock hard in his trousers. “I just didn’t know how good she was at dancing in the air.” There was laughter from the other team members.

Two sets of tits bounced as twin pussies winked and flared. Both girls gawked and gurgled as they struggled to breathe, each one fighting her noose. Both hoodies ended up falling off their shoulders, only to hang up by the bound arms behind their backs.

Jenny’s pent up sexual energy finally exploded as she frantically brought her knees together. Then she jerked and bunny-hopped as she orgasmed violently. Nest to her Samantha could not help herself, suffering through a brutal climax of her own.

The guys stood around in awe, several of them creaming themselves as they watched. Jenny kicked and twisted until she went limp. She hung quiet for a few moments before she became reanimated as she kicked it up all over again.

Samantha went through a similar pattern. She kicked… went limp… kicked… went limp again. She finally went off in one final burst of frenetic activity, kicking as though she’d found a hidden energy reserve.

Both girls went well beyond the time it took for poor Justine and Charley to exhaust themselves. It was breathless agony, pain in the most excruciating detail. Their necks slowly stretched just like the others had done.

Their faces turned red… and then an awful shade of purple. They matched the faces of their dangling companions until they both exhausted themselves. Brian turned to Jimmy with a knowing smile. “You get Sam; I get Jenny.”

The two football players walked up to the dangling girls. Jenny hung limp, her eyes wide in horror. Her expression seemed to be saying, “No; don’t! Please, get me down from here!” Samantha just hung quietly, looking at Jimmy with grateful eyes as though telling him she was glad he was about to get it over with.

Both players jumped up as one, each one grabbing a set of dangling legs. There were twin “CRICKS” as two necks broke. Then two more bladders emptied, piss streaming onto the ground. There was even a loud fart as Jenny’s bowels gave way, further humiliating her in death.

The guys stood quiet, admiring the 4 pairs of swinging cheerleaders. Then Brian proclaimed in a loud voice, “NOW LET’S GO OUT AND WIN ONE FOR THE GIRLS!”

There was an enthusiastic cry. The guys all whooped and cheered. The hoodies and clothes were retrieved, leaving the girls to dangle naked with their arms at their sides. Then the team members turned and left the bodies hanging as they headed back to their vehicles.

The cars roared off one by one. Eight naked cheerleaders dangled from two cottonwoods. The sound of creaking ropes filled the air as a night breeze gently pushed on the hanged juniors and seniors…

EPILOGUE

The guys went on to win the game Saturday night. Many of them were spurred on by the fact the bodies of the cheerleaders still dangled in the woods and had not yet been discovered.

They were so motivated that they also went on to win their last game of the season. Eventually it was learned what they had done. Thus, the Hangley High Prospectors developed a tradition of hanging the cheerleading squad whenever they were suffering through a winless season…

2013; 2021 (written for Laney Oct 10 ’13; ed. Jan 23 ‘21 by riwa)

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Wendy posing in pink 3.6 (31)

The party was over. Those living in the states were making their way to Heathrow to catch their flights back home. That left Delbert and I.

Our flights weren’t scheduled until much later. Thus, Wendy offered to host us a few hours longer. We were appreciative of her hospitality.

She usually took it easy after her pool parties. It was exhausting for her to be underwater so much. So it caught Del and I totally by surprise when she offered to do a private little session just for the two of us.

Del was more than agreeable. Then again, so was I. We were flattered Wendy wanted to get wet for us one last time.

The problem was: I always got aroused whenever Wendy was in the water. I usually did my best to conceal my excitement. But I was not always successful. I caught her smiling at me on more than one occasion whenever my enthusiasms were showing in my trunks a bit too much.

Del was no different. I don’t think he tried all that hard to hide his bulge. Wearing Speedos certainly didn’t help matters any.

We helped Wendy set up a couple of air hoses. Del got his video equipment ready. Then we went and changed into our suits.

We were out by the pool talking about how lucky we were when Wendy appeared. She was wearing her shiny pink one-piece. The way it tightly hugged her curves caused a familiar stirring in my trunks.

We started off innocently enough. We swam around together, mostly horsing around. Del and I even grabbed one of her arms. But that caused Wendy to play-act for us by struggling in our grasp.

My bulge quickly became noticeable. Del’s was so obvious a blind man would have seen it. Wendy smiled innocently, but the expression on her face indicated she loved the effect she was having on us.

She offered to let Del take some video before we had to catch our flight. I laid flat on my back while wearing ankle weights. Del shot the scene as Wendy straddled me with the regulator between her lips, pushing down on my arms as though she was drowning me.

Afterwards, we switched positions. I was the one with the reg in my mouth straddling her while pushing her flat on her back on the floor of the pool. She spewed an exciting amount of bubbles as she struggled for me. When she motioned for the regulator I took it out of my mouth and gave it to her.

Del wanted a turn with Wendy. So I operated his video gear so he’d have some digital memories of his time in the water with her. Wendy play-acted with him as well, and I dutifully recorded it all.

We finally surfaced for a break. Del and I were thinking it was getting close to calling it a day. After all, we had a plane to catch.

Wendy offered one more scenario for Delbert to film, one he couldn’t say no to. I think she loved seeing the bulge in his speedos. So she fetched little yellow weights for her wrists and ankles.

She put the regulator between her lips. Then down she went. Del followed her down and started taking video.

I swam down to see Wendy sprawled out on her back. The weights to her wrists and ankles were holding her to the bottom of the pool. She exhaled breath after breath in a sultry pose as Del shot all the video he wanted.

I took the regulator from Wendy’s mouth so I could stay on the bottom with her. She playfully posed as Del got more footage. That’s when I was tempted to be a little naughty.

After filling my lungs I held the regulator between Wendy’s legs as she grinned and bubbled. Then I purged it into her crotch. She wriggled and squirmed with a huge grin on her face as though she didn’t mind in the slightest.

I breathed from the regulator as Wendy posed provocatively. Delbert’s erection was plainly visible in his speedos. I didn’t even bother trying to hide my own “enthusiasms”.

Wendy motioned for the regulator and I put it between her lips. She took several hits off it to replenish her lungs. Then I pulled it out of her mouth.

I used it to purge bubbles all over her. Wendy writhed and bubbled as though she was all turned on. It was arousing as hell.

Delbert motioned he wanted a turn. I put the regulator in Wendy’s mouth and then moved over to his position. He gave me the video gear and his regulator which I put between my lips.

Delbert caressed Wendy all over. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but it wasn’t all that innocent either. She noticed his bulging speedos and grinned at him.

He took the regulator from her mouth and put it between his lips. Then he caressed her some more. That’s when Wendy gave him this knowing grin.

She motioned she needed the regulator again. He put it into her mouth and watched as she took several deep breaths. Then he took it from her and put it between his lips.

Del went back to caressing her all over. That’s when Wendy went into one of her “drowning” acts. She hitched and gurgled as she released a ton of bubbles.

It looked pretty damned realistic… and it was sexy as hell. I dutifully recorded it all. Then Wendy went limp.

She held her breath for a few seconds, her eyes wide as she vacantly stared upward. Then she motioned for the regulator. Delbert dutifully returned it to her.

She breathed deeply as she looked at his crotch. Then she looked at mine. She grinned again as though enjoying the effect she was having on us.

Delbert looked at me and made a slashing motion across his neck. He motioned for me to record it all. I made sure I had Wendy in focus, not at all certain what he was planning.

He took the regulator from her mouth and put it between his lips. Then he caressed her all over again. Wendy twisted, writhed and bubbled as though loving every moment.

She mouthed in his direction as though needing the regulator again. Delbert smiled and nodded as he grasped onto the reg in his mouth. But he delayed giving it to her.

She grunted and bubbled, clearly indicating she needed it. I simply kept recording, wondering what was going to happen next. Delbert just smiled with the regulator still between his lips.

Wendy sat up and motioned she was out of air. Then she tried to stretch out toward Delbert. He just backed out of her reach.

She looked in my direction, an expression of alarm in her features. Then she started to get to her feet. She had just kicked hard off the bottom when Del grabbed her legs and held on tight.

The panic in Wendy’s expression was genuine; she certainly wasn’t play-acting. She shook her head as she lost more bubbles. But Delbert refused to let go.

At first I didn’t know what to do. My cock was throbbing in my trunks. I finally concluded I was just the equipment operator and this was Delbert’s show.

Wendy suddenly gulped a huge mouthful of water. Almost immediately she went into these seizures. She hitched and gurgled, her face a mask of shock and incredulity.

It was somehow different from all her other performances. This was raw and guttural. It looked like she was really drowning painfully. I shamefully creamed myself as I recorded the event.

Delbert hung on to her until she stopped struggling. He let go as she toppled over onto her back. The yellow weights pinned her arms and legs to the floor of the pool.

I kept recording as she lay sprawled out on her back. There were little muscles spasms here and there. Occasionally a bubble or two would slip out of her gaping mouth as she stared upward with lifeless eyes.

Delbert motioned for us to head to the surface. I gestured toward Wendy in question. He just shook his head.

He left his regulator close to Wendy’s head. Then we headed for the surface. “Did you get it?” he asked when our heads were out of the water.

“Got it,” I said as we climbed out of the pool. “But what about Wendy?”

“She went for a swim and was playing with those weights when she had an accident. See the regulator down there? Maybe she got a cramp or got tired or something and couldn’t reach it.”

I looked at him for the longest time. “Are you sure, Delbert?” He just smiled as he told me I would get a copy of the video taken from his equipment so long as I didn’t share it with anyone. I decided not to push the issue any further.

2020 (written for Wendy Apr 7 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by the pictures Wendy posted.)

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Strangled Girl – Laura’s final pose 4 (25)

Laura was a woman who didn’t think very much of my artistic talents. In fact, she didn’t think much of me at all. Hell, she didn’t think much of anybody!

She was a model… or so she claimed. She was also blonde. That explained a lot, at least as far as I was concerned.

She treated me like dirt. I suppose she treated most everybody that way. But she was still quite popular.

I told her she could pose for me if she wanted. She laughed at the idea. The more she resisted my attempts, the more I wanted her to pose for me.

I followed her home one night. When I caught up to her, she eyed me suspiciously. “What do YOU want??” she blurted out in disgust.

“I want you to pose for me,” I replied. “I think you’d make a good statue. I’ll pay you five hundred dollars if you’ll pose for me.”

Her eyes lit up as she gasped incredulously. “Five hundred dollars?? You really MEAN IT?? I thought you were joking about being a sculptor!”

I strongly suspected money would get her to change her tune. After all, that was a lot of dough. I told her I was serious and that I thought she’d make a great sculpture.

“When do you want me to pose?” she asked, sounding all excited now.

“How about tonight? My studio is not far. We can get started right away if you like.”

She let out a delighted squeal. Then she ran her arm through mine, telling me to lead the way.

I escorted her over to my studio and let her inside. The place was a mess, of course. I don’t keep things very organized.

She saw the tub of clay on the table. So she must have surmised how serious I was. “How do you want me?” she asked, sounding excited to be immortalized in a sculpture.

I went over, picked up a wooden chair and placed it next to the table. “Right here will do fine,” I told her. Then I looked her up and down before adding, “Take off your clothes.”

She looked at me rather dubiously. Then she began to undress. She must have figured I was harmless enough.

She carefully sat down in the chair. I stuck my hands into the pot. Then I began molding some clay.

She watched me quietly as a look of anticipation filled her features. I was happy she was modeling for me. But I was under no illusions. Despite her enthusiasm, I was sure she was only there because she was getting five hundred dollars out of the deal.

I looked at her for a long moment. Something was missing. So I walked over and gathered up her scarf.

I brought it over to her and held it out to her. “I think this would look good around your neck. Don’t you?”

She smiled and nodded as she took it from me. She carefully secured it around her neck. Then she asked, “How about like this?

It was a very nice scarf. Hell, it was a very nice neck. So I stepped behind her to admire it, making sure she had it on the way I wanted it to look.

I took the ends of her scarf and shifted it around into just the way I wanted it. Then I pulled hard on the ends. She wasn’t expecting a thing.

Her head tipped back as she clawed at the tightening scarf around her neck. She made rasping, choking sounds… delicious sounds. They were music to my ears. She was going to make a great sculpture.

When she was properly prepared I went right to work with the clay. And let me tell you: I was INSPIRED! I worked all night, and by morning it was ready.

I invited my friends over to see the great unveiling. I also invited Maxwell, a man who had an art studio who had been impressed with one of my previous sculptures. My creation awaited under a sheet.

I pulled it off for the great unveiling. “I call it ‘Strangled Girl’,” I told them. Everyone gasped in awe.

“Incredible!” my friend Carla blurted out.

“So realistic!” Leonard remarked in admiration. “Her expression is so lifelike… so vivid!”

“I want to display her in my studio!” Maxwell declared.

Their comments made me proud of my creation. Laura turned out remarkably well in her final pose. Now she’s immortalized for the ages, her last position all covered in clay for all time.

Maxwell wants another one. As it turns out, Carla recently turned down my proposal of marriage. I wonder how she’d feel becoming immortalized for the ages for all to see…

2014; 2021 (written for “Laura” May 4 ’14; ed. May 23 ‘21 by riwa)

(Inspired by a scene in the B&W movie A Bucket of Blood (1959). Vidcaps used for illustration purposes.)

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Assisted by the nurse 4.4 (56)

Riley called me and said she was going to do it this time for real. So I rushed right over. Would I get there in time?

When I arrived I found her sitting on the edge of her wall table. She had a noose around her neck. Her long-sleeved shirt had been opened; her bra removed and lying on the table.

Her jeans had been pulled down, along with her lacy bottoms. Strangely, she had a hand in her crotch.

What the hell? Was she trying to get herself off??

I stood there in astonishment. But what I witnessed was incredibly arousing. She looked so sexy sitting there with that noose around her neck, her tits exposed as she touched her womanhood.

She recognized me as I stood there in astonishment. Then she tried to speak. But her words were slurred as though she’d killed a few too many brain cells. Had she gone too far?

“Gianna? I… don’t try to stop me.”

I quietly removed all my clothes except for my nurse’s hat. I was flushed from a perverse arousal. Then I seductively told her, “It’s ok, honey. I won’t try to stop you this time.”

She looked up at me in surprise, a drugged look in her expression. “You… you won’t?”

“No, honey; I won’t. Not this time. You just go right back to touching yourself. Here; let me help you.”

I lovingly wrapped an arm around her shoulder. I moved her hand back into her crotch. Then I started touching myself.

“Oh, Gianna. I… I just want it all to end.”

“I know you do,” I breathed as I trembled from a surging arousal. “It’s ok. I’m here for you, honey.”

“You’re… you’re not going to try to stop me?” She seemed astonished I was not going to intervene.

“Not at all, honey. I understand what you’re doing. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it… yes it does. Gianna, I’m so tired.”

She rested her head against me. I could see her face slowly changing color. She wasn’t fully asphyxiated yet. But she was getting excitingly close.

What the hell was I doing?? I fingered myself harder. It was erotic as hell.

She rasped as her head jerked around. Her fingers played her dripping slit like a finely tuned instrument. Did she fully grasp what she was doing? Or was she reacting purely on instinct?

“Gianna? You mean you’re really not…” She was still in disbelief I wasn’t going to hinder her progress.

“No, honey. Here; allow me to help you.”

I shifted her closer to the edge of the table. The noose tightened as a result. She rasped for breath as she went into little seizures.

“Gianna, I… what are… you doing?” Her voice rasped, barely distinguishable.

“I’m just assisting you, honey. You’ve tried so many times in the past. Let’s make sure you go all the way on this one, shall we?”

“Gianna? Gianna, I…”

“Hush. Just let it take you.”

She had more seizures as she struggled to breathe. Her hand paused a moment as though getting mixed signals from her brain. Then she went right back to rubbing and fingering herself.

“That’s the way, Riley. Doesn’t that feel good? Doesn’t that feel nice? Don’t you feel like floating away?”

Her voice rasped again. This time she struggled against me. I moved her forward until she was almost off the edge of the table.

The noose took more of her weight as she strangled. She rasped and shuddered as she tried to resist. I just kept her there, holding on while furiously strumming my own button. It was so damned erotic!

“Gianna?? I… please…”

“Just let it go, honey. Just let it go.” I made sure the tension of the noose around her throat did not loosen any.

She experienced more seizures. Her body shuddered as I held her there. Her nipples were incredibly hard.

Now it was as though she didn’t want to do it. Maybe she did and maybe she didn’t. Or maybe she simply couldn’t believe I was helping her end it all.

“Strum your button, Riley. Make it nice and stiff. Strum it; that’s the way.”

She flicked her bean as though partially hypnotized. Maybe she was in a trance. Or maybe a few more brain cells had succumbed to lack of oxygen.

She opened and closed her mouth, but no words would come. She shuddered as her arms and legs became all spastic. It was so damned erotic that I shuddered from an unexpected, yet glorious orgasm.

Riley was mere moments behind me, I recognized it in her muscles and crotch as she hitched and shuddered. She was cumming as she was fading away… and it was incredibly arousing.

Her tongue protruded as drool spilled off the tip. She stared with unseeing eyes as her body continued its spasmodic jerks and twitches. Then a death rattle emanated from her throat.

She settled down right then and there, hanging just off the edge of the table. The noose had finally closed off her windpipe. Her face was a deep shade of red.

Her crotch glistened with moisture. I was sure she’d cum at least once… maybe even twice. Her little spasms faded until she dangled there limp and lifeless.

“Damn, honey!” I breathed softly. “I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry I didn’t get here in time. You were always threatening to go all the way. This time I guess you finally succeeded.” It also meant I no longer had to respond to her dramatic overtures anymore, now that she’d finally succeeded in ending it all.
8-1-21

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Pond vengeance 3.9 (14)

I told the girls Janet was very punctual and usually kept to her Saturday afternoon routine. Jen and Sally were eager. We all had plans for that bitch.

Janet was quite the slut. She was also the jealous type. Somehow she managed to seduce every new guy we tried to date. Payback was inevitable.

We snuck out to her pond out back. We were all geared up and ready to go. Janet was going to be making an appearance at any time.

Jen wanted to catch her by surprise and drown the bitch. She had a dildo in her hand and was eager for Janet to get fucked by someone other than a boy we were dating. Sally and I loved her way of thinking.

We hid underneath the dock and waited for her to show up. We didn’t want our exhalations giving us away and scaring her off. Janet was going to feel the full effect of our wrath.

Sally looked at her watch. She made a motion as though wondering how long we would have to wait. After all, we didn’t have an unlimited supply of air in our tanks.

A couple minutes later, we all heard footsteps on the dock above us as it bounced in the water. A pair of legs hung off the end in the water. Each leg went back up, only to return with a foot encased by a dive fin.

Janet was getting ready to join us. The girls got excited and breathed a little heavier off their tanks. I tried to motion for them to breathe shallow or we might be discovered.

My worries were needless. Janet stepped off the dock into the water with a splash. Then she headed out toward the deeper part of the pond.

The three of us raced after her, legs kicking madly. Janet didn’t hear us until we were right on top of her. She let out a cry into the reg in her mouth as we grabbed her.

She recognized us right away. I kind of figured she might. It wasn’t long before she realized this was not a pleasant little social call.

I got behind her and grabbed one arm. Then I popped the reg out of her mouth. She bubbled in alarm as she struggled against me.

Sally moved in and grasped onto the bitch, playfully squeezing her tits. She was always a little jealous of Janet’s mounds. But Janet wasn’t going to have need of them anymore, certainly not after today.

Jen wasted no time grabbing onto Janet and pulling her suit aside, exposing her crotch. Then she cruelly rammed the dildo home. Janet stiffened as she grunted and bubbled.

She panicked as she tried to fight us off. Sally had to grab her free wrist. I had the other one, making sure she couldn’t use her hands.

I waved her mouthpiece back and forth in front of her face as Jen brutalized her with the toy. Janet grunted as she mouthed for her regulator. I just laughed as I casually tossed it aside.

Janet’s eyes were open wide. She must have finally deduced the purpose of our attack. She was about to become a permanent resident of the pond she loved to go diving in.

Janet let out a bubbly scream. I could tell she was out of breath. I pulled the shoulder-strap down to her one-piece, exposing her breast. Then I pinched her nipple before savagely mauling her boob.

Sally pulled the other strap down, exposing her other mound. Together we groped her tits as Jen gleefully fucked her pussy. That’s when Janet lost it.

I don’t know whether she climaxed or not. She hitched as she glubbed a mouthful of water. Then she put on a drowning performance for the ages.

We didn’t bother to let up. Jen continued to fuck her drowning body as Jen and I savaged her boobs. Janet hitched and gurgled painfully in our grasp.

Gawd; what a turn-on! She looked incredible the way she swallowed water. She finally stopped struggling as she gently hitched and convulsed.

Jen cruelly rammed the dildo into her one last time. Then she pulled it out as we all let go. Janet began her descent to the bottom of the pond, stray bubbles dribbling out past her parted lips.

She settled among the reeds on her back. I motioned upward. So we all headed for the surface.

I had just popped my head up when I heard a voice holler, “Janet? Are you out here? Damnit, girl; did you go into the pond ahead of me?”

I motioned for the others to follow me as we headed back down and ducked into some reeds. That’s when another body hit the water with a splash near the dock. It was Suzy in her skimpy pink bikini.

She came swimming out toward the middle of the pond. She suddenly let out a cry up at the surface. That’s when we all saw her dive down toward Janet’s body.

The three of us launched ourselves in her direction. We weren’t about to let her go. Besides, now that we’d drowned Janet, I was in the mood to add a second body to the bottom of the pond.

Suzy was almost to Janet’s drowned body when she saw us coming for her. She let out a bubbly cry as she made a mad dash back to the surface. She must have guessed what we were doing and how dangerous it was for her to be in the water with us.

She reached the surface and high-tailed back toward the dock. I reached up and grabbed one ankle, halting her progress. She started to kick, only for Sally to grab her other ankle.

Together we pulled her down toward the bottom. Her arms flailed as she clawed upward. It was incredibly arousing to witness.

Jen pulled on Suzy’s strings, allowing her bottoms to come free. Then she rammed the toy home into the slut’s winking pussy. I think she was turned on knowing the dildo she was using was going to play a part in drowning two bodies instead of one.

Sally and I pulled Suzy down toward Janet. She wanted to be close to her friend? We could help out with that!

Sally and I worked to pop her bikini top free. Then we savagely mauled her tits as Jen brutally fucked her pussy. Poor Suzy didn’t stand a chance, certainly not against the three of us.

We forced her to look down at the drowned body of her friend. Janet’s mouth gaped open, her eyes open wide in a vacant expression of horror. That’s when Suzy glubbed up bubbles.

Jen fucked her harder with the toy as she started to drown. Sally and I continued to molest her boobs. Janet stared up at us with unseeing eyes as we worked to add a second body to her final resting place. It would be a double-dose of pond vengeance.

We really enjoyed playing with Suzy’s body as she drowned for us. Jen was brutal with that dildo. I’m almost certain Suzy climaxed at least once while she was all caught up in the throes of drowning.

We finally let her go, the struggle all drowned out of her. We watched as her naked body slowly descended until she came to rest on top of Janet. But the three of us decided we couldn’t let that go without making a few alterations. So we went down, lifted a lifeless Suzy up for a moment, and then removed Janet’s dive mask before pulling her one-piece down off her drowned body.

We situated both bodies into a 69, Suzy on top of Janet. Jen and Sally loved that. Then we bid them a fond farewell as we headed back to shore.

One thing though… and I found it to be more than a little kinky. Jen took her toy with her. She later told us she wanted to use it on herself while remembering it had been in the twats of two drowning bitches. She even agreed to share it with us.

Yes; I used it once. You have no idea how big my orgasm was as I remembered drowning Janet and Suzy back in that pond while fucking myself with it.

2021 (written May 23 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the drawing by drjs.)

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Too eager to drown 4.3 (51)

She told me she wanted to experience the “fuck-drown”. I explained it was dangerous to flood a woman’s lungs like that. She asked, “They don’t always flood, do they?”

“Not always. But there’s a huge risk. It’s very dangerous.”

She winked coyly at me as she replied, “I live for thrills.”

We fucked quite often in her backyard pool. She kept pushing me to fuck-drown her. The sex was great, especially when she was pushing her breath-hold limits. But she wanted me to take her all the way as though I was having my way with her.

I got hard every time she brought it up. She loved grabbing my cock in the water, telling me how much she wanted to drown with me inside her. She was slowly wearing me down.

One evening we were going at it all hot and heavy out in her pool. She loved the weightless feeling of fucking in the water. And she loved the way I fucked bubbles out of her lungs.

She teased and taunted me. I got more aggressive with her. She really pushed my buttons, trying to get a rise out of me.

I finally shoved her underwater and rammed my cock down her throat. It made her gag up bubbles. It was erotic as hell.

I pulled her up, hoping that would satisfy her. She went back to being a bitch. So I shoved her under the surface again.

This time I entered her from behind. Her womanhood sucked me right in as though she was hungry for my dick. I pounded her good and hard, keeping her head underwater until she cried out in bubbly orgasm.

I pulled her head up to allow her to catch her breath. She went right back to taunting me. I was still inside her and eager to put her in her place.

I shoved her back under, thrusting hard into her from behind. She screamed and bubbled as she thrashed about in my grasp. But her legs wrapped tightly around mine as though she didn’t want me to pull out.

I pulled her head up and allowed a few quick gasps for breath, only to shove her right back under. She bubbled and cried out until her spasming kitty indicated she’d orgasmed again. Then I pulled her up so she could get another breath.

“Please!” she gasped, begging and pleading. “I’m so fucking horny! I want it – I want it!”

I told her she was crazy. She climbed into my lap, impaling herself on my quivering dick. Then she went over backward.

I fucked her nice and slow while I stood with my head up at the surface. She moaned and bubbled as her legs wrapped around me while I groped her mounds. She lost so much air that I thought she was going to drown herself.

I pulled her up, allowing her a loud gasp for breath. I finally told her, “Ok; you talked me into it. Better get a good breath, because you’re not coming back up until I fill you with spunk.”

“Gawd; don’t tease me! I hope you mean that!”

“Bitch!”

I pushed her under the surface. Then I submerged with her. We went all the way to the bottom of her pool.

I knew she couldn’t hold her breath for long. I’d dunked her too many times and had all but exhausted her. This time I was going to give her what she wanted.

I pinned her to the pool floor as I thrust nice and slow, knowing I could hold my breath much longer. She winced and grunted as the occasional bubble escaped her lips. Her nipples were incredibly hard, evidence of the arousal she was experiencing.

More bubbles slipped past her parted lips. She looked up at me as her chest started to heave. I thrust harder into her spasming twat.

Her eyes opened wide as she grabbed for my arms. I could tell she’d suddenly changed her mind. That’s when she began shaking her head as bubbles spewed out of her mouth.

Was she serious? Or was she teasing me again? I decided it didn’t matter.

She tried to slip out from underneath me. I held on tighter as I fucked her harder. The anxiety in her expression turned me on even more.

She bubbled as she shook her head. I thrust good and hard, sensing it wouldn’t be much longer. Once more she tried to escape. But she didn’t have the strength or the leverage.

She suddenly convulsed as she lost a huge flush of bubbles. She frantically shook her head. Then she hitched as she gulped a mouthful of water.

She went right into painful drowning spasms. Her pussy clenched tightly around my shaft. The way she convulsed as she coughed up bubbles was incredibly erotic.

Her pussy milked the spunk right out of my throbbing dick. She hitched and shuddered as I kept her pinned to the bottom of the pool. Her eyes closed as though she was trying to regroup. Then I fucked a few final bubbles out of her mouth.

I kept her down there for another thirty seconds, groping her tits while admiring her nudity. Then I hauled her to the surface. I laid her out on the edge of the pool before I climbed out and started doing CPR.

For a few moments there, I was really worried. Then she started coughing and coming around. She blinked in surprise before she looked up at me.

“You did it!” she murmured. “I… I didn’t think you’d do it!”

“You wanted me to, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but I… still… I never expected…”

“Are you sorry?”

“Yes.”

She paused as though thinking it over for a moment. She finally shook her head before telling me, “I take that back. I’m not the least bit sorry. I felt you cum inside me while I was drowning. And I had one hell of an orgasm! It was incredible!”

“Does this satisfy your morbid curiosity?”

She giggled as she shook her head. “No. Now I want you to drown me again.”

“Bitch!” and I rolled her off the edge into the water. She submerged in a flurry of bubbles before she came up laughing and sputtering.

4-9-21

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Ghost town hanging 3-4 4.5 (102)

Part 3

Her companion looked real unhappy about her request. “Ashlynn, I’m not sure this is such a good idea.”

“C’mon, Aidan! They did it! She looks like she’s ok!”

I couldn’t help laughing. “Olive might look like she’s all right. But there’s no telling how many brain cells we’ve killed off depriving her of air like this.”

“You see?” Aidan declared. It was obvious he didn’t want his girl to get hurt any more than I wanted to see mine become seriously injured.

“She can always do a hoist if you’re worried about being careful.”

I looked at Olive and frowned. My girlfriend was not helping matters any. “Darling, let’s not push things, shall we?”

Ashlynn looked at us and asked, “What’s a ‘hoist’?” Her companion just gave her a disapproving look.

“C’mon, darling,” Olive said enthusiastically. “Let’s show them. First, you’ve got to go down and get the trap back into place.”

Somehow she rose to her feet despite the cuffs and noose still being in place. I shook my head, feeling a little self-conscious over my nudity. ‘Fuck it!’ I thought as I went down the steps.

I went under the gallows to the trap. I folded it up, making sure to latch it back into place. I didn’t want anyone to fall through and break their neck.

When I climbed the steps I saw Olive had already moved back onto the trap. The rope hung loosely over the beam, the noose slack around her neck. The cuffs were still attached to her wrists behind her back.

I carefully snugged it tighter behind her left ear. I could tell she was all excited again. Then she smiled as she told me, “Now grab the loose end and heft me into the air, darling. Let’s give them the full experience, shall we?”

“You just want to dangle again.”

“Of course I do!”

“Olive, you’re hopeless.”

“Then I guess you’d better hang me, darling.” That’s when she grinned at our new companions.

They didn’t act shocked anymore. But the young man named Aidan was understandably agitated. Clearly, he didn’t want anything bad to happen to the girl he was with.

“This is how we got started,” I explained as I let out a sigh. I couldn’t help wondering if this was going to get out of hand before it was all over.

My girlfriend started to become impatient. “Take me up, lover! Fuck; I’m already horny again!”

Olive grinned at the couple. She told them, “I always get super horny whenever a noose goes around my neck. So does John once he nooses me up. See how hard he is?”

The young couple instinctively looked at my saluting package. I blushed a deep crimson. Olive’s eyes twinkled as she grinned at me.

“I ought to lynch you for that.”

“Of course you should! Will you just take me up already?”

“Gladly,” I muttered as I shook my head in disgust.

“Wait; what about my toy?”

My cock was hardening as I gave the rope a pull. I deliberately ignored ‘Lionel’ lying on the gallows. She didn’t deserve him for embarrassing me like that.

It seemed our companions were not going to make a fuss about our nudity. Either they’d gotten used to it or they were simply ignoring it. Hell, maybe they were a little aroused by it!

Olive rasped as I pulled her up onto her toes. I held her there a moment, just to make her suffer. Then I pulled a little more until her bare feet left the deck of the gallows.

She struggled to breathe as she kicked a little. I kept her airborne for a few seconds. Then I let her back down.

She looked at me and pouted as she panted, “You know I like to be kept up longer than that, darling.”

“I was just showing them how quickly you can be taken up and then brought right back down if anything goes wrong.”

Ashlynn turned toward her companion, a hopeful look in her expression. “See, Aidan? That doesn’t look so bad.”

“What if something goes wrong, honey?”

Olive rapidly became impatient. She was almost to the point of squirming impetuously. “Take me back up, John! I’m so fucking horny!”

I shook my head as I pulled on the rope again. Olive went right up into the air. She rasped and gurgled as she kicked.

Her hands flexed behind her back as though she wanted to use them to get herself off. She had to suffer without “Lionel” giving her any assistance. I was glad to make her endure a little agony, even if it meant harboring a sustained erection.

I let her kick and shimmy for about twenty seconds. Then I brought her back down. She wobbled a little on her feet before she could fully stand upright.

“Fuck!” she rasped with disappointment. “I was almost there!”

“Tough shit.” She just glared at me before finally giving me a smile.

Ashlynn turned to her companion with a look of determination. “I want to try it, Aidan. It looks safe enough.”

He just frowned at her. “Ashlynn, do you really think you should?”

“He’ll be careful with me; right?” Then she turned to me and smiled as she asked, “You will, won’t you?”

Olive started to pout again. “But I wanted to go back up – oh, all right.”

She smiled at Ashlynn. Then she told me, “She should have a turn if she wants one. Go ahead and let her try the noose, darling.”

I went over and worked the noose off from around her throat, leaving it to dangle. Then I pushed her out of the way. If Aidan was willing, I concluded it was only fair to give his girl a crack at the experience.

I waved them to come on up. Ashlynn climbed up onto the gallows. Aidan followed right behind. They hadn’t said anything about their relationship, so I assume he was a boyfriend or something.

Olive lifted up her arms behind her back. “Hey; what about my cuffs?”

“You get to keep ‘em for a while. I’m probably going to end up hanging you again anyway.”

“Gawd, I hope so! I’m going to hold you to that!” I just shook my head again.

Ashlynn stepped over onto the trap until the noose framed her face. Her boyfriend stopped a couple paces away. She inhaled sharply as she stared at the dangling coil before her.

“Exciting, isn’t it… seeing it like that?”

Ashlynn looked at my girlfriend in surprise. “I, uh… I don’t know.” Clearly she was a little nervous and tongue-tied.

Olive watched with growing excitement. Was she getting turned on at the idea of seeing another woman hang? Her nipples were hard, her cleanly shaved snatch glistening.

Ashlynn looked at me as though asking for permission. When I nodded, she carefully worked the coil down around her head. She had to make sure her long, blond hair was brushed out of the way.

She gasped once it touched her neck. “Like this?” she asked in a trembling voice.

“Help her out, darling.”

I looked at Olive, rolling my eyes. Then I stepped up to Ashlynn. I carefully tightened the noose around her throat, making sure the knot was settled below her left ear.

“How’s that feel?” Olive asked her with a lusty grin. “It looks sexy as hell. Now you look all ready to hang.” She looked like she was squirming with arousal at the sight of another woman in the noose.

“I’m still not sure about all this,” Aidan murmured unhappily.

“Oh yes you are,” Ashlynn replied with a sudden air of bravado despite her nervousness. Then she looked at his crotch and smiled. “Besides, I can tell you’re aroused by the bulge in your shorts.”

She laughed nervously as though trying to reassure herself. Then she looked right at me. Her voice was trembling again as she told me, “I’m ready. You can take me up now.”

I pulled slowly until there was no more slack in the rope. I eased her up a little more, gently pulling until she was lifted up onto her toes. Her eyes opened wide as her hands instinctively came up to her throat.

“Take her down!”

I dutifully obeyed Aidan’s command. Ashlynn ended up flat on her feet with slack in the rope. She panted a little as she rubbed her neck.

“Sexy,” Olive observed with a lustful grin.

I glared at her as I told her, “You stay out of this.”

“Aww; you’re no fun.”

Ashlynn appeared thoughtful. “You… you didn’t pull me all the way up into the air, did you?”

“I brought you right back down once your boyfriend told me to. Besides, I saw you reach up for the coil around your neck as though you were panicking.”

She turned toward her companion. That determination returned to her expression despite her nervousness. “Aidan, don’t you think I should go all the way up into the air at least once?”

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t you want to see me hang? We both looked at this gallows earlier and talked about how many times it had been put to use.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know how many women they hanged on it.”

“One for sure,” Olive offered with a shit-eating grin.

I scowled at her as I snorted, “You don’t count.”

She looked at me and stuck out her tongue. “Spoil sport.”

Ashlynn looked at me and then at her boyfriend. “Can I try it again, Aidan? I should go all the way up into the air, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes, you should.”

I glared at Olive over her comment. “Don’t push her, darling.”

“But John; she wants to hang!” Ashlynn nodded her head in agreement, a look of excitement trying to overcome her nervousness.

I looked at Aidan. He reluctantly nodded. I murmured, “Ok; if you wish.” Then I slowly tugged on the rope again.

I pulled steadily until her sneakers left the deck of the gallows. Her eyes widened as she rasped for breath. Now she was airborne, hanging for real.

Ashlynn started to reach up for the noose. Then she looked over at me. She actually stopped grabbing for the rope around her throat and forcibly lowered her arms.

I let her dangle for a good ten seconds. Then I let her down. She regained her footing and started panting for breath.

“Damn! That was so fucking hot!” I just gave Olive a dirty look, wishing she wouldn’t keep encouraging the poor girl to strangle herself.

“Well, Ashlynn? How was it?” At least Aidan didn’t sound angry as he looked at his girlfriend.

She looked thoughtfully at him. Then she told him, “Damn! That was intense!”

“Did you feel it in your pussy?”

Ashlynn looked at Olive in surprise. She appeared to think it over for a moment. Then she replied, “You know? I think I did!”

“It’s the asphyxiation, honey. My best orgasms have been as a result of intense asphyxiation.”

“We always try to be careful,” I added as I gave Olive another frown. “But she just keeps pushing the envelope.”

She jerked her arms behind her back. “Damn these handcuffs! I want another turn!”

I held up my hand and told Olive, “We can wait until she’s satisfied, can’t we?”

“Oh, I suppose. Damn; I need a good fuck!”

Ashlynn looked at her companion and smiled. “I think we’re gonna need one of those too once we’re done. Right, Aidan?” Olive just chuckled at that.

Ashlynn looked at me and asked, “Can I… can I go back up, please?”

I looked at her companion. He just shrugged his shoulders in a gesture that indicated he didn’t think he had much say in the matter. I gave him a wry smile, nodding with understanding.

I slowly pulled on the rope again. Ashlynn’s feet left the floor of the gallows. This time she tried not to kick as she hung there limp.

She rasped a little. Then her eyes flew open. That’s when she reached down and actually started rubbing her crotch through her skirt.

“That is so fucking hot!” Olive panted as she wriggled in place. I think the handcuffs were frustrating the hell out of her, keeping her from touching herself.

I looked over at Aidan. He didn’t say anything. But I did notice a distinct bulge in those shorts of his.

I let Ashlynn back down. She coughed a couple times as she rubbed her neck. Aidan started to take a step toward her. But she put up a hand as though indicating she was all right.

Olive grinned at her. “Hot, isn’t it? It feels incredible just dangling like that; doesn’t it?”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Darling, please don’t encourage her.”

“Why not? You can tell the kind of effect it’s having on her boyfriend, right?”

Aidan didn’t respond. But I did see his face flush crimson. The bulge was becoming very distinct in his shorts.

“Is that it?” I asked Ashlynn. I was becoming a little anxious about bringing the encounter to an end. I was also getting horny. I really wanted to take Olive back to our room so I could fuck the shit out of her.

“She wants to go again; doesn’t she.” Olive said it as a statement. It was as though she knew exactly what was running through the young woman’s mind.

Ashlynn nodded at her. Then she turned to me and asked, “Would you please take me back up?” At least she was polite about it.

I nodded my head. “If you wish.”

Aidan saw how hard my cock had become. I saw him looking at it, and it made me blush. Ashlynn looked down at it and smiled as well.

I was embarrassed because I couldn’t hide it. So I tried to look away. I figured Aidan might say something about me being aroused at the sight of his girlfriend in a noose. But he didn’t.

I pulled more firmly on the rope. Ashlynn went right up into the air. Almost immediately she began rubbing herself through her skirt.

“I knew it!” Olive gasped excitedly. “The bitch fucking loves it! Gawd; she looks sexy! I’d love to see her hang nude!”

I kept her up a little longer. I could tell she was struggling to breathe. Then her hands started to rise up to grab for the noose.

I was about to let her back down. But she saw me and forcibly lowered her hands. She groped her crotch as she cupped one of her breasts through her blouse.

I glanced over at Aidan. He seemed fascinated. Was it because he had a good look at my nude girlfriend standing close to his dangling girl?

Ashlynn suddenly began to kick and struggle. She really tried to rub herself through her skirt. Then she bucked and shuddered.

I quickly let her back down. Aidan rushed over to catch her. She was a little wobbly on her legs for a few seconds until she settled back down.

“Oh fuck!” she panted. Then she turned and stared at Olive.

“I… I actually had a little climax that time! You’re right! You were so right!”

“Are you done?” Aidan asked hopefully.

She grinned at him before reaching out to rub his bulge. “I think I want to go again. This time I’d like to try the handcuffs.” Then she looked around at all of us and blushed before adding, “…and I want to hang naked… that is, if it’s ok with everyone else.”

2020 (written Dec 27 ’20 by riwa)

Part 4

“It’s certainly ok with me,” Olive replied with a lustful smile. Then she looked me right in the eye.

“Get these handcuffs off me, darling. You have no idea how hard it’s been, watching you hang her without being able to touch myself.”

“I’ll go get the keys,” I told her with a sigh of resignation. I thought about saying something else. But I decided against it.

Ashlynn removed the noose from around her neck. Then she started to strip. I climbed down off the gallows to track down the keys to the cuffs in our hidden sack.

Up above I heard Olive say, “If she’s going to undress, you might as well take your clothes of too, Aidan. No use only one of us running around with any clothes on.”

“What if someone shows up?” He sounded understandably wary.

“I haven’t heard any vehicles pull into the parking lot.” That was Olive.

I couldn’t resist as I called out, “That’s because you’ve been too distracted up there! I doubt you would have heard rampaging buffalo rushing through town!”

“Will you just bring those keys up already?”

I tracked them down and pulled them out of the bag. Then I headed back for the steps to the gallows. I could not help wondering just how far this was going to go.

Ashlynn was in the process of pulling down her panties when I climbed the steps. Aidan was already working on his briefs. “That is so hot!” Olive gasped with delight. “They both look horny, darling! Hang me quick so we can turn them on!”

“First, Ashlynn wants to try the gallows naked. And she wants to use our handcuffs. Then maybe I’ll think about hanging you again.”

“Just make sure there’s enough time for me to swing one last time.” Olive looked around as though checking to see how much daylight we had left to play with.

Ashlynn had a nice rack on her chest. And her boyfriend had a long erection. Olive practically drooled at the sight of them.

I unlocked the cuffs from around her wrists. “About time,” she said impatiently as she rubbed them. “I’ve been standing over here all horny as hell.”

“That’s not my fault, is it?”

“Just hang me, damn you!”

“We’ll let Ashlynn try the noose until she’s had enough.”

“Thank you,” Ashlynn said with a grateful smile. But there was a flash of something in her eyes, indicating she was becoming more and more excited about all this.

“Better reset the noose,” I observed as I looked up at it. Then I offered the cuffs to Aidan.

“You want to cuff her? She probably deserves it. Besides, it may give you some satisfaction cuffing her wrists behind her back. It always works for me.”

“He loves cuffing me; that’s for sure.” I just turned and gave Olive a dirty look, causing her to chuckle.

Aidan took the cuffs from me. Then he secured his girlfriend’s hands behind her back. His erection pushed into her backside, causing her to wriggle and moan.

I motioned at the dangling noose as I told him “I guess you can do the honors with this one.”

My girlfriend did not help matters in the slightest. “Noose her up, Aidan! She fucking deserves it! Now I’m really getting excited!”

“Darling, you’re not helping matters any.”

“Why the hell not, John? I’m so fucking horny over here!”

Aidan looked at me for confirmation. I just nodded it was ok. So he took the noose and looped it over her head, brushing her long hair out of the way.

Ashlynn gasped when it touched her bare skin. My girlfriend asked, “You like it when your boyfriend nooses you up? I sure love it when mine does.”

They both looked at Olive. My girlfriend was back to shamelessly touching herself. I just rolled my eyes again as I shook my head.

“Go ahead and snug it up,” I told him. “You don’t have to make it too tight. Just enough so there’s no loose rope around her neck.”

Aidan nodded as though he understood. I watched him take the slack out of the noose until it seemed snug around her throat. Then he looked over at me.

I nodded as I pulled on the rope. I finished taking the slack out. Olive laughed as she told them, “This is the part where he usually molests me before hanging me.”

Aidan looked at Olive for a long moment before reaching out to touch and rub his girlfriend. Ashlynn moaned and panted. My girlfriend seemed to love egging them on, having become extremely aroused over watching a new couple trying the noose.

“Let me know when you want me to take her up, ok?”

Aidan looked at me for a long moment. Then he looked at his girlfriend, a question in his eyes. “Do it!” she nodded as she gasped breathlessly.

He looked at me and nodded. That’s when I pulled on the rope. Ashlynn went right up into the air.

I kept her about six inches off the gallows floor. Aidan watched to see what she would do. She rasped for breath as she tried to dangle limp. Then she started to shimmy a little, her legs kicking as her arms started jerking up and down behind her back.

“Oh fuck!” Olive blurted out. She shamelessly masturbated at the erotic spectacle. I must admit my cock was hard as well.

Ashlynn kicked a little as she wriggled like a worm. Aidan’s cock saluted his dangling girlfriend. My dick was saluting the whole damned time.

Ashlynn began thrusting outward with her hips. When my girlfriend did that, it usually meant she was experiencing an orgasm. Olive immediately gasped, “Fuck; she’s cumming!” Then she furiously masturbated.

It looked like Ashlynn was starting to suffer. Aidan demanded I bring her back down. But I was already a half-second ahead of him.

He had to help hold her upright for a few seconds when her bare feet touched the platform. She rasped for breath as he worked to loosen the noose from around her neck. Then he anxiously asked, “Are you all right, honey?”

She coughed a couple times until she could finally speak. “For a second there it really hurt! But then I… then it felt… I actually came while I was hanging!”

“That’s nothing,” Olive said as she came over. I noticed she had the keys to the cuffs in her hand. That’s when she told me, “Darling, let’s show them how we really have fun in the noose; shall we?”

She went over and freed Ashlynn from the handcuffs. Aidan helped remove the noose from around her neck. Olive gave him the keys as she motioned me over.

“C’mere, darling. Let’s show them how we do the ‘flying fuck’.”

“The ‘flying fuck’?” Ashlynn repeated in surprise. “What the hell is a ‘flying fuck’?”

I nodded as Olive stood on the trap. She eagerly cuffed her own wrists behind her back. She’d become much too impatient wanting to dangle again.

“This is how we do it,” she panted excitedly as I looped the noose around her neck. “Ok, darling. Let’s put on a show, shall we?”

I made sure the coil was tight around her throat, the knot close to her left ear. Then I took the free end and pulled her up into the air. She rasped and gurgled as she kicked a little.

I let her right back down. She wobbled a little on her feet. Then I pulled her right back up.

She rasped and shimmied as my cock grew exceedingly hard. Her legs tried to reach out for me. But I was standing just out of reach.

I let her back down. Then I stepped closer. Once more I pulled her back up into the air.

This time she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her wet snatch found my throbbing erection. Then she settled down upon it until she was fully impaled.

Ashlynn and Aidan watched in astonishment as I pulled on the rope, playing with Olive by strangling her. She rasped for breath as she eagerly rode me, her neck stretching a little. I toyed with her by adding tension to the noose, then easing off to give her just enough slack for a breath or two.

She enthusiastically rode me, causing me to pull harder on the rope. She rasped and grunted as she struggled to pull in a decent breath. I was pretty damn close to cumming.

I looked at our new companions and smiled. “First, you pump a load deep inside her. Then, you let her pay the penalty she so richly deserves.”

I pulled on the rope, maintaining the tension until Olive went wild. She wriggled and clenched until I cried out my release. Then I pulled harder, lifting her up into the air as I stepped back.

Olive lost me with her legs. She swung back and forth, her eyes wide. Her hips just kept thrusting as though she was still trying to fuck a cock that was no longer there. The evidence of my release dripped out of her snatch onto the floor of the gallows.

I held her in the air for a good half minute, just to make her pay for pushing things this far. Then I let her down. I stepped close and helped hold her upright, loosening the noose around her neck until she started breathing normally again.

“Fuck!” she panted. “Gawd; I needed that! It felt like you needed it too!”

I turned toward Ashlynn and Aidan who stood there stunned. “That’s how we do it,” I explained. “At least that’s what Olive wanted us to show you. It’s certainly one hell of a thrill.”

“Aidan?” his girlfriend asked nervously. “Could we… I mean… do you think we could…?”

I removed the noose from around Olive’s neck. Then I took the keys from Aidan. I removed the cuffs from my girlfriend before handing them over.

“The gallows’ all yours!” Olive declared with a grin. “I can’t wait to watch this! Fuck; this is going to be good!”

Aidan looked curiously at his girlfriend. She nodded from a nervous arousal, urging him to go right ahead. His cock was hard; he was clearly turned on by all this.

Olive and I stepped back, giving them plenty of room. He hesitantly cuffed his girlfriend’s arms behind her back. Then he asked her, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Gawd; yes!” she breathed. “Watching them was so incredibly hot! I want to try it at least once!”

“Ok; if you’re up for it.”

He took the noose and worked it around her neck, brushing her hair out of the way. He adjusted the coil until the knot was by her left ear. Then he snugged it up.

“Play with her first!” Olive panted. “Gawd; I really want to see this!” Then she abruptly dropped to her knees in front of me.

She began sucking my cock right in front of them. But the whole time her eyes were focused in their direction. Aidan looked down at her and then at me as though asking for confirmation.

“Up to you,” I said quietly.

“Do it!” his girlfriend gasped excitedly.

“Make her pay the penalty!” Olive blurted out before taking my cock back into her mouth.

Aidan slowly pulled on the rope. Ashlynn’s feet left the platform. There was nothing she could do about it, especially with her arms cuffed behind her back.

He let her right back down until she was flat on her feet. Then he took her back up again, just like I had done to Olive. She let out a frightened squawk before her breath was partially cut off.

His cock was stiff and dripping; I could tell he needed a release. Olive hungrily looked at his erection. I think she would have happily satisfied him if I wouldn’t have been standing there needing some attention.

Aidan let his girlfriend back down. Ashlynn rasped for breath. For a moment it looked like she was having second thoughts. Then he pulled her back up into the air.

She kicked until he stepped closer. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around him. He lowered her until it looked like he’d impaled her with his dick.

She rasped and grunted, still struggling to breathe. It looked like she was really trying to ride him. He pulled on the rope a little as though trying to mimic what I had just done to my girl.

Olive moaned with my cock in her mouth. She furiously masturbated as we both watched. I couldn’t help wondering whether or not we were in the process of creating a dangerous situation.

What if Ashlynn wanted to go too far? What if Aidan was getting into it to the point where he wanted to take her all the way? What was our responsibility in all this?

Ashlynn gurgled as he thrust up inside her. Then he let out a cry of release. He pulled out almost immediately before stepping back, still keeping her airborne.

Creamy droplets dripped out of her snatch as she kicked and shimmied. Her face started to turn red. It looked like she was really suffering.

Olive moaned like a bitch in heat with my cock down her throat. I couldn’t believe how all this was turning out. But Ashlynn looked like she was starting to suffer just a little too much.

I was just about to say something when Aidan let her down. He had to grab onto her and hold her upright. Then he frantically worked to loosen the noose from around her throat.

She panted and wheezed for breath. “Honey, are you all right? I’m… I’m sorry! I thought you wanted to go longer… but then I thought I should stop… but then I thought you’d be mad at me for… are you all right?”

Ashlynn coughed and rasped for breath. Aidan quickly removed the noose. Then he hugged her tightly as he begged, “Say something!”

“I… you bastard… you… you really enjoyed… you… fuck; I… fuck!”

“Maybe we’d better be going,” I murmured nervously. Had Ashlynn suffered a little too long?

“Not so fast,” Olive told me as she looked all around, noticing the setting sun. “I get one more drop; ok? I WANT one more drop! You owe me that! Now I want you to hang me proper!”

2020 (written Dec 27 ’20 by riwa)

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