3 in the pool (Parts 1-3) 4.3 (18)

Note: an older, re-edited story)

Part 1 – The investigation

“What’ve we got, Catherine?” Gil Grissom asked as he entered the backyard through the patio door.

“You’ve got to see this,” Catherine Willows told him, motioning toward the rectangular pool.

He followed her around the edge of the water. Gill looked curiously at the nearly deflated air mattress that floated in the corner of the deep end. She led him around to the end of the pool where she stopped.

Catherine looked down into the deep end again, once more shaking her head in disbelief. This was the third time she’d seen them all down there. And she still had a hard time believing her eyes.

There was something else about the scene. But she would never tell her superior about how she felt. It was something that caused her to feel a strange flush of (dare she admit it to herself?) sexual excitement.

Grissom looked down and saw the nude body. No, there was more than one body lying on the bottom in eight feet of water. His jaw dropped open in astonishment.

A white male was sandwiched face down between two white females, his arms splayed outward. The two women were wearing what appeared to be beige-colored weight belts around their waists. Their arms stretched out and came together, almost as though…

He looked more intently. What the hell? Was he seeing what he thought he was seeing?

“Those ladies are cuffed to each other’s wrists!” he observed aloud, staring in surprise.

The two women appeared to be cuffed together. They looked as though they were trying to prevent the man between them from getting away. He got a mental image of the three of them writhing in agony, bubbles dribbling out of their mouths while each one desperately struggled to hold his or her breath.

“That’s what it looks like to me,” Catherine said softly. She was still feeling breathless at the sight in front of her, even though she’d been there for several minutes now.

“Why? To keep him from getting away?! It looks like he could have squirted out from between them anytime he wanted to.”

“Maybe he didn’t want to,” Catherine suggested. She looked down at them again and found herself longing for a cool, refreshing swim. Why was this affecting her so?

“What’s that?” Grissom pointed downward. “That… thing sticking out of her. Is that what I think it is?”

He looked at Catherine and felt a slow burn creep up his face. “Yeah,” she smiled, chuckling inwardly at his embarrassment. “Looks like a dildo to me.” She looked down again before adding, “Looks like the other woman has one too.”

Grissom’s eyebrows raised in astonishment. “Seems this party got a little kinky. We have any identifications on the bodies?”

“As a matter of fact, we do! The female on the bottom is Melissa Atherton. She owns the place. The guy on top of her is Travis Andrews. That’s his car parked in front of the garage. Apparently he and Melissa were having an affair.”

“How do we know that?”

She turned and pointed at two young boys standing up against the backyard wire-mesh fence with a police officer, eyes wide with excitement. “Our two young voyeurs have seen Travis and Melissa together in the pool on several occasions. They jump the fence and sneak in a swim whenever no one is around. They’re the ones who called the police. When they came over the fence…”

“…they found the pool ‘occupied’,” Grissom finished for her. “They didn’t see anything before they came into the backyard?”

“Nope. Our trio was already at the bottom of the pool when they arrived.” She paused, wondering why she was trembling. Must be the heat.

“You want to guess the identity of the top member of our threesome?” she said with a hint of a smile.

“We have an I.D. on her, too?!” Grissom asked in surprise. In this business, I.D.’s were often hard to come by. To be able to identify all three victims in a matter of minutes had to be a CSI record.

“Got her purse right over there,” Catherine said, pointing at the object on the ground under a lawn chair.

“So who is she?”

Catherine smirked as though she knew something he didn’t, enjoying the feeling of having something over her all-knowing boss. “Take a wild guess.”

Grissom looked at her and picked the most ridiculous person he could think of. “Is she his wife!”

Catherine’s face fell. Damn! How did he KNOW these things??

“You’re kidding,” He remarked in surprise. “I just sort of pulled that out of the air. That’s his wife down there??”

“Name’s Tammi Andrews,” she sighed, hoping she’d get him on some juicy piece of information next time.

Catherine looked down into the pool once more. She felt another quiver of excitement ripple through her. Her boss curiously peered down as well.

“You think they all jumped in together?” he asked curiously. “A sexual threesome and something went wrong?”

“I don’t know. The boys say they’ve never seen Tammi over here before. Besides, we found that.”

Catherine Willows pointed at a lawn chair. Gil turned and stared curiously. A handgun rested in the padded seat.

“Nobody brings a gun to an orgy,” he mused thoughtfully. Catherine looked at him curiously.

“I’ve never been to one so I wouldn’t know,” he replied quickly. “Maybe they were role-playing. You think the wife brought it with her?”

Catherine shook her head. “If she did, why would she cuff herself to her husband’s mistress and stick hubby in the middle? If she wanted to drown all three of them, you’d think he could have somehow extricated himself from between the women before it was too late.”

“Maybe the gun belongs to someone else… somebody who wanted them all dead. Do we know if Melissa was married?”

“Not yet, but I haven’t seen any evidence of a husband.”

“What about a jealous boyfriend?”

“If someone else was involved, why not cuff all three together?”

Catherine looked down into the pool again. She felt another tremor of excitement ripple through her. She was trying to imagine what it must have felt like, holding your breath while knowing you were going to drown.

Her boss continued to stand there as though puzzling it over in his mind. Catherine desperately needed to take a cold shower. Could she could come up with an excuse to go into Melissa’s house and throw some cold water on her face. It would be way too obvious (and unprofessional) if she “accidentally” fell into the pool to cool off.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” Gil muttered.

“Alice in Wonderland,” Catherine smiled at him. “How appropriate.”

Gil took another look into the pool. “We got anything for taking underwater pictures?”

“Nick and Sarah are on their way with a camera and some scuba gear.”

“Good. We’re gonna need ’em. We have a lot of evidence to process. And we’ll need to cover every inch of this backyard to find out what happened.” Then he smiled as he added, “I think I’ll give Nick the assignment of taking the underwater pictures.”

Catherine smiled in amusement. She looked down and felt a perverse tremor again. She wondered if Nick would be affected the same way she was experiencing these strange feelings. Was it crime scenes like why she liked this line of work?
—–
Captain James Brass and Warrick Brown stopped by the crime scene long enough for Catherine to fill them in. She gave them the address to the deceased couple’s residence. Then she handed them the wife’s set of house keys.

They drove across town to the home belonging to Travis and Tammi Andrews. They pulled into the driveway, got out and checked the garage. There were no vehicles inside.

“Looks like we’re looking for another car,” Warrick concluded as they unlocked the front door. “The keys on her ring don’t fit the car parked in Atherton’s driveway. That vehicle must belong to her husband.”

“So she drove over and parked somewhere nearby?” the captain suggested.

“Probably,” Brown admitted. “Shouldn’t be too hard to find once we find out the make and model. There’s got to be something in the house that will tell us what she’s driving.”

They entered the kitchen and saw the telephone. It had a built-in answering machine with Caller ID. There was a green number 1 in the circular display, indicating a message had come in and been checked.

The two men looked at each other. Warrick slipped on a pair of rubber gloves. Then he carefully punched the message button with a gloved finger.

A man’s canned voice spoke out… “One… message… message… one… Saturday… four-oh-two pm…” What followed came from an angry female…

“You’re supposed to be here right now, asshole… so let me guess! You’re over at her house again, aren’t you, you sonuvabitch! I know who she is and where she lives! Maybe I’ll just come over there right now and burn your ass, you fuckin’ bastard! Maybe I’ll burn the both of you!”

“End of… message…”

“Loving couple,” Warrick remarked dryly.

“I’d say she caught up with him,” the captain observed, looking Brown squarely in the face.

“I think she caught up with both of them!” Warrick replied soberly.

“You think she killed ’em?”

The crime scene investigator winced. “From the sound of her voice I’m glad she wasn’t angry with me! Drowning… damn! What a way to go!”
—–
“What’ve we got?” Grissom asked the next day as he and Catherine entered the coroner’s examination room. The bodies of the people found in the pool were on three separate tables. Dr. Albert Robbins, coroner for the CSI team, shook his head in amazement.

“All three of them drowned, that’s for sure. Where do you want to start?”

Grissom suggested, “Let’s start with Atherton… the owner of the house.”

“All right.”

Dr Robbins moved over to the body of the dead female. Then he motioned at the body. “See these abrasions? She was punched here and here.”

He motioned at the woman’s face and chest area. “Down here… on the abdominal region? This is bruising consistent with being kicked in the stomach. She probably rolled around on the ground trying to deflect the blows. I’d say she was in a fight of some kind before she died.”

“With who?” Catherine wanted to know.

“My guess would be the wife. Her body also shows signs of a recent struggle.”

“So the wife and the mistress had a fight?” Catherine asked with interest.

The coroner looked at her thoughtfully. “Wouldn’t you if you caught someone having an affair with your husband?”

“I don’t know that I’d go that far.”

“What else?” Grissom asked.

“Some interesting marks on Melissa,” he said, motioning toward the ankles.

Catherine took a closer look. “Those look like cuff marks. Her ankles were cuffed together?”

“I’d say her ankles and her wrists.”

“We saw the cuffs holding both ladies together,” Grissom added.

“These marks may not have been made by the cuffs you saw on both women,” Robbins said, lifting up one of Melissa’s wrists. “See here? Indentations are more pronounced. She had these cuffs on her for a lengthy period of time. If she would have been cuffed and drowned right away, the cuff marks wouldn’t show to this extent. Look here…” and he pointed at the shoulders.

“Muscle strain?” Catherine asked, looking closely.

“If her arms were cuffed behind her back for any length of time,” Grissom observed thoughtfully, “that could account for the muscle strain.” The coroner nodded in agreement.

Gil thought it over for a moment. “That would mean at some point the cuffs were removed and then reattached to her wrists, perhaps at the time the two women were cuffed together.”

Dr Robbins nodded again. “I found muscle strain in her thighs as well. I think they were spread apart and kept that way for some time.”

“Spread apart?” Catherine responded curiously.

She looked at the dead woman’s thighs and noticed something peculiar. “What are these lines?” she pointed, causing Grissom to look.

“It looks like she got cut,” Gil said curiously.

“There’s a matching set on her arms,” Dr. Robbins added.

“A matching set??” Grissom looked closer. “They’re not from a knife… not deep enough. But it does look like she rubbed against something… something sharp enough to leave a small cut. It looks like she might have drawn blood.”

“How did they get there?” Catherine asked curiously, checking the same marks and lines on the woman’s upper arms.

“I don’t know,” Robbins admitted.

“Another mystery to solve,” Catherine said aloud, curiously shaking her head.

She turned to Dr. Robbins. “Did they all drown together?”

“I don’t think so. I started with the premise that they did and worked backward. I’m not sure about the Andrews couple. It’s still too close to tell between those two. But I’m pretty sure the Atherton woman was in the water longer.”

“So they couldn’t have gone in together,” Catherine mused thoughtfully. “So how did she get cuffed to Mrs. Atherton?”

“That’s what we have to find out,” Gill Grissom said with determination.

Dr. Robbins moved toward the body of the male. “I think Mr. Atherton was cuffed too.”

“He was??” Grissom looked at him in surprise.

“Very faint cuff marks on his wrists,” the coroner explained. “I think he was struggling to get out of them. Then there’s this.”

He motioned toward the dead man’s waist. Catherine bent over and took a closer look. There were faint impressions in the skin. “He was wearing a weight belt at some point as well?”

“Not for very long,” Robbins admitted. “But that’s what I think.”

“But he wasn’t wearing cuffs or the weight belt when we found him.”

“Which means…” Grissom said, appearing thoughtful. “…they were removed too, probably after he was already dead.”

He turned to Catherine, having come to some preliminary observations. “The belts were on both women, along with the cuffs. Either someone else was there, took the belt and cuffs Mr. Andrews and put them on his wife. Or…”

He stared at Willows and gave her a knowing look. Catherine looked at him curiously. “You think the wife did this herself? You think she drowned the other two and then killed herself?”

“Possible. She drowns the two people she hates the most, feels remorse over what she’s done and decides to do something about it. It’s not all that unusual; we’ve seen it before. What I can’t understand is why she chose to swim down and cuff herself to Atherton? We’re still missing something here.”

He paused for a moment. Then he looked right at Catherine. “One more question. Why use the dildos?”

“Because they were handy?” Catherine suggested with a wry smile. “I don’t know… why not go out with a bang?”

She pictured Tammi squirming around in the water with the vibrating dildo they’d found inside her. Almost immediately she wished she hadn’t. An erotic quiver rippled through her.

‘Damn!’ she thought, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep over her. ‘This case is getting to me!’

“Funny you should mention that,” Dr. Robbins told them. “I’m pretty certain both women died with the dildos inside them. The pc muscles are stiff and indicative of their last few moments of life. I also did a kit on both of ’em…”

He paused, shaking his head in wonder. Then he continued. “It seems Mr. Andrews had himself one last fling before he died, unless another male is involved. We’ll have to do a DNA test to make sure. But I found fresh semen in his wife, probably happened a short time before she died. I also found semen in the Atherton woman. Fairly recent activity, I’d say.”

“He did both women??” Grissom said in amazement. “And you say Melissa died first?” Robbins nodded his belief in that assessment.

Sex, dildos and drowning. This case was really getting to her! Catherine desperately needed to get out of the examination room and cool off.

“Anything else that can help us?” she asked.

“There is one more thing,” Robbins added. “I found trace elements of something besides water in the lungs of both females. I wasn’t sure, so I sent it to Sanders.”

“Guess we’ll need to have a little talk with our Greg when he has the results for us,” Grissom replied. “Thanks, doc.”

He and his assistant headed out the door. Catherine stopped at the restroom door. “I’ll be in my office in a moment. Just need to make a pit stop.”

She dashed in before Gil could stop her. Catherine made a beeline for the sink. She turned on the faucet and splashed cold water in her face.

Gil Grissom looked at the door she’d disappeared through rather abruptly. He raised his eyebrows in curiosity. Then he continued down the corridor to his office.

This case was definitely getting curiouser and curiouser…
—–
“So how are you today?” Sara Sidle grinned as Nick Stokes walked into the room she was working in.

“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“You just seemed overly excited yesterday.”

“I was underwater taking pictures of nude women cuffed together. How was I supposed to seem?”

“Just concerned about your welfare,” she said with an impish grin.

“Sure you were. Enough about my welfare! Any prints on the gun?”

“Mr. Andrews’ fingerprints are all over it. After all, it’s registered to him. But…”

“But what?”

“Mrs. Andrews held it last,” Sara concluded. “Her prints overlap anything Travis made. They came out clear, too… no smudges or anything indicating the use of a glove or anyone trying to wipe it clean. No one tried to hide those babies. Mrs. Andrews was definitely the last person to hold it in her hand.”

Nick added his two cents to the conversation. “Warrick and the captain found her car yesterday evening. It was a block and a half away from the residence. Those footprints you found by the back fence match her sneakers.”

“Which means she was probably back there watching the two lovebirds,” Sara concluded.

“That’d be my guess,” Nick agreed.

“Warrick said the message left on the answering machine had been checked. Mr. Andrews must have gone home, found the message on the answering machine and gone back.”

“Seems reasonable. If that’s the case, was the Atherton woman alone and Tammi confronted her?”

“That could explain the bruises Robbins found on her body. It might also explain this.”

She lifted up a slide of glass with a speck of green on it. “I found a grass stain on the gun.”

Nick took a look at it. Then he tried to piece it together in his mind. “Melissa grapples with Tammi and knocks the gun out of her hand, causing it to end up on the lawn?”

“That would account for the grass stain,” Sara replied. “But the fight must’ve taken them both into the pool.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I found chlorine in Tammi’s clothes. I thought I smelled it in them at the scene, so I had them tested. Sometime later, she must have taken them off and draped them on the lawn furniture. How would they get chlorine in them unless she ended up in the pool fully clothed?”

“So she has a fight with Melissa and ends up in the pool in her clothes,” Nick observed, thinking aloud. “At some point she takes them off. Then all three of them end up naked in the pool?? What am I missing here?”

“I don’t know,” Sara mused thoughtfully. “Travis’s clothes were in a little pile near the deep end. They weren’t wet and there was no chlorine in them. They were removed before he got into the water.”

“So was Melissa alive or dead when he got back to her house? Robbins says she died first; death by drowning. If Melissa died first, maybe Tammi was waiting for her loving husband when he came back.”

“And maybe… ” Sara offered, “…maybe she somehow helped her husband join his mistress in the pool.”
—–
“What’ve you got for me, Greg?” Grissom asked the young man when he entered the lab.

“I don’t suppose you got any pictures I can look at, do you, Gil?”

Grissom smiled inwardly, wondering if he should have known this case might have affected the young man more than it should have. “Just give me your report, Greg.”

“The stuff in the lungs of our two females appears to be vaginal fluid.”

“Vaginal fluid? That doesn’t make any sense at all!”

“I did a rush job on the DNA samples. I thought you might be anxious for it.” Grissom just lifted his eyebrows with amusement.

“Anyway, I found Melissa’s DNA in Tammi’s lungs and Tammi’s DNA in Melissa’s, courtesy of the vaginal fluid of each female.”

Grissom was flabbergasted. “How did that get in their lungs??”

“I found traces left in each mouth which would account for that amounts sucked down into the lungs by the pool water when each woman drowned. I tested the contents of both stomachs for confirmation. I found the exact same vaginal fluid among the contents of each one.”

Grissom’s head was spinning at the implications. Why would Tammi do that to the woman who was having sex with her husband? Hell, why would Melissa, for that matter??

What the hell had happened in the pool that afternoon??

“Anything else?” he asked, afraid of the answers he might get.

“That’s pretty much it,” Greg replied, unable to contain his enthusiasm. He wanted to make one more plea to see the crime scene photos, just to see what these two women might have looked like. But he decided against it.

“Thanks, Greg. Well done. That will be all.”

Grissom turned and walked out the door. But his mind was reeling from the implications. Travis has sex with Melissa… then Tammi and Melissa go at it… then to top it all off, Travis has sex with his wife??

He shook his head in wonder. It was amazing the strange things human beings did to each other. Just when he thought he’d seen everything, the job threw something new at him to investigate.
—–
Catherine sat in her chair staring at the deflated air mattress on the floor of her room. Her eyes were wide from discovery as her mind raced. She’d just matched several sets of fingerprints she’d found on it and was trying to process the information in her mind.

It didn’t make sense! What was Tammi doing playing with the air mattress? If she’d gone there to confront Melissa, how the hell did the mattress fit into the picture??

Focus on the prints, her mind told her. Don’t look at the forest… just concentrate on the tree in front of you! She sighed as Grissom’s philosophy penetrated her thoughts.

“Ok,” she said aloud. “So where did you find the fingerprints, Catherine?”

She tried to picture them in her mind. There were numerous prints along the edges of the mattress. The wife Tammi must have grabbed it there on each side… several times, as a matter of fact.

But why would she do that? The only two people who could possibly be on top of it would be her husband or his mistress. Why would she grab it like that over and over again?

What if Melissa was on top of it? In the struggle, Tammi might angrily flip it over. That would mean she would grab onto the mattress to try to overturn it. But again and again?? There were numerous prints.

Catherine suddenly sat upright in her chair. Melissa had been cuffed for a period of time before she died. What if she’d been cuffed to the mattress? What if her arms and legs had straddled it and she’d been flipped over?

Arms and legs straddling… flipped over…

Catherine stared at the mattress as though seeing it for the first time. Her eyes zeroed in on the seams on either side of it, seams that stuck out like long, thin flaps… flaps that could conceivably cut into a person’s flesh if…

She remembered the marks on the Atherton woman. A theory came to mind. “Tammi cuffed Melissa onto the mattress,” Catherine said aloud as though trying to picture it. “She must have flipped her over several times. To make her suffer? To show her anger? Then the mattress is deflated. She must have…”

She went silent as she processed the scenario over in her head. Had Tammi pulled the plug, allowing the air out of the mattress so she could watch Melissa slide off, sink to the bottom with a weight belt attached, and drown? Would that explain those matching cuts on the dead woman’s arms and legs? Hade she gotten them from the air mattress? It would certainly explain the deflated air mattress floating in the deep end of pool.

There was a way to find out. But she’d have to gather a few things together. Then she’d need to get some help. An idea formed in her mind, causing a faint shiver of excitement to ripple through her.

For this experiment there was only one person she would even consider asking. Catherine Willows reached for her cell phone, trembling from a strange excitement. Somehow she managed to stop shaking long enough to punch in the number.
—–
Catherine wasn’t in her lab when Grissom stopped by to give her the information Sanders had presented to him. He saw the deflated mattress on the floor. Was she still pursuing that angle?

Back out in the hallway, he ran into Nick. “Have you seen Catherine?”

“No. But Sara just left. She told me Catherine called her and asked if she’d meet up with her and help out with a project. She didn’t say what it was.”

‘Greg’s info can wait,’ Grissom thought to himself. Then he told Nick, “If you should see her, tell her we got the report back from Sanders. She might find it interesting. I’ll be in my office.”

2005; 2020 (written Aug 1 ’05; ed. Mar 29 ’20 by riwa)

Part 2 – Catherine’s Project

Sara emerged through Melissa’s patio door into the backyard wearing a light-colored T-shirt and shorts. That’s when Catherine felt the butterflies well up in her stomach. Now that her colleague had arrived, she felt forced to go ahead with her project. She tried not to show how nervous she’d become.

“So what are we going to do?” Sara asked cheerfully. She found these impromptu tests fascinating.

A fully inflated air mattress floated on top of the water. Apparently her colleague had gone out and acquired another one. It looked similar to the one they’d found floating in the pool when she and Nick had arrived on the scene a couple days ago.

She saw a camera, some lab equipment and a bag. Her colleague clearly had something in mind. Catherine casually walked up to her despite the discomfort she now felt.

“We’re going to re-enact Melissa’s last few minutes in the pool,” her coworker told her. “I want to piece together what must have happened here the other day.”

She peeled her shirt up over her head. Underneath Catherine was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit that hugged her body. It covered her breasts but came partway up her sides, exposing her hips.

As she pulled her pants down, Sara instinctively began to undress as well. She figured she might be getting wet. As a precaution she’d chosen to wear her suit underneath her clothes.

What she was wearing was not as professional. In fact, it was a rather skimpy, white bikini that contrasted nicely with her skin. A questioning glance from Catherine made her wonder if she should have worn something less revealing.

“Nice day for a dip in the pool,” Sara remarked hesitantly. She was looking forward to her coworker’s project. And she was hoping she would eventually end up in the water, more to cool off than to assist.

“You should be out on the beach in that get-up,” Catherine observed dryly. “Not working on some case with ‘yours truly’.”

The older woman noticed the difference in their attire. ‘Interesting,’ she thought curiously. ‘I’m wearing black and she’s wearing white. I wonder if that should mean anything.’

Sara smiled shyly. “I’m not letting any of the guys at work see me in this. It’s only because we’re alone and it’s going to be a warm day.” Catherine smiled in reply.

She reached into the bag and pulled out two sets of handcuffs and keys. She set them on a nearby patio table. Then she pulled out the beige weight belt she’d brought along.

“Did you see the marks on Melissa’s body the other day? …those cuts on her thighs and arms?”

“I was wondering about them,” Sara admitted. “Is that what this project is all about?”

“Not entirely, but that’s a part of it,” Catherine said as she fastened the weight belt around her waist. “I think the air mattress made them. Anyway, that’s what I intend to find out.”

She grabbed the cuffs and made her way to the shallow end of the pool. She slowly descended the concrete steps into the cool water. Strange how she was feeling a little aroused over all this.

“What do you want me to do?” Sara asked, following her in.

“I want you to help me onto this damned thing. Hold it steady for me. Here; hold these.” She handed Sara the cuffs who nodded with an “Ok; sure”.

It took her a couple of tries before she managed to get onto the mattress. She carefully rolled onto her back. Still, she nearly tumbled into the pool in the process.

“Ok,” she breathed when she felt the mattress stabilize underneath her. “Let’s start with the wrists.”

She extended one arm outward, allowing Sara to attach a cuff to it. “Now let’s see if I can get this underneath me,” Catherine muttered.

She tried to wrap both arms under the mattress. She fumbled for the loose cuff but couldn’t snag it with her free hand. “You’re gonna have to cuff me, Sara; I can’t… unh… seem to… unh… reach it.”

Sara came right up to her, nodding with understanding. She was right about sensing she would be getting wet. Did this mean Tammi or Travis had cuffed Melissa’s wrists together?

She reached under and found the loose cuff. She struggled to snag Catherine’s free wrist. She had to work to pull both arms underneath the mattress to get the wrists close together.

“Oh… OW! Damn, Sara!”

“Sorry. Boy, that’s hard to get to…” She struggled as she fumbled with the cuff under the mattress.

Ow!”

“Sorry.” Then Sara brightened with a “got them” as she successfully cuffed the two wrists together.

Catherine sighed heavily. She was now having second thoughts. But this was a theory she wanted to investigate, and she was determined to press ahead.

“Ok… now let’s do the ankles.”

She watched as Sara cuffed one of them. She spread her legs wide, trying to wrap them around the edges of the mattress. She believed Melissa’s had also been cuffed underneath.

Sara struggled as she tried to attach them together. “Unh… how the hell did Melissa… unh… manage to… get ’em wrapped around… ”

Sara reached under again. She snagged the free ankle with one hand while grabbing the loose cuff with the other. Then she roughly pulled them together, amazed she hadn’t been forced to go under and hold her breath to do all this.

“Oh… OW…”

Sorry, Catherine. Just trying to… reach…”

She fumbled under the mattress. Then she yanked on the ankle to get it closer. “Oh… OUCH, that’s tight!”

“Sorry,” Sara repeated apologetically.

She got the ankles close to each other. Then she worked to shackle them together… “Ouch!”

Sara finally finished. She took stock of her helpless CSI counterpart lying on the mattress. “Damn, Catherine. I should take advantage of you all trussed up like that. You ticklish?”

She took a menacing step forward. Catherine cried out, “DON’T YOU DARE!” She was breathing heavily, her heart thumping loudly in her chest.

Her legs were spread painfully, her crotch all but exposed. She felt more helpless than she’d anticipated. She also felt aroused… and extremely vulnerable.

Sara looked at her with a twinkle in her eye. “That’s quite a sight, seeing you bound like that. Maybe I should go get the camera and take a few pictures, just to show everybody back at the…”

“Do that and you’re a DEAD woman!”

Sara’s arms went up defensively. “Ok, ok; it’s your project. So what do you want to do next? Or do you just want to float around a while and enjoy the sunshine?”

“I found Tammi’s fingerprints on the mattress,” Catherine said to her younger colleague. “Actually I found them along both sides of the mattress.”

“For what purpose?” Sara mused thoughtfully. “What was Tammi’s game?”

Catherine thought it over. “The prints were along the sides. What if she secured Melissa on top of the mattress, just the way I’m tied up? What if she flipped her over?”

Sara nodded as she moved into position. She grabbed the mattress as though preparing to flip her colleague over. “Like this?”

“Right about there, yeah. That’s close to where they were found along the mattress.”

“So what now? You want me to flip you over?”

Catherine felt a spike of anxiety coupled with a disturbing arousal. “It would be a good way of duplicating the location of the fingerprints. The weight of someone on top of a mattress being flipped over. Yeah, I… I want to go through with this.”

“You think Tammi was torturing Melissa over her husband’s infidelity?”

“It’s one possible theory. I want to check where your prints end up in comparison to the ones on the mattress we found.”

“So you want me to flip you over for sure?”

“There were several prints along the edge of the mattress. I think Melissa was flipped over more than once. I’m hoping to prove this is what Tammi did with the mattress. I’m assuming she dunked Melissa, although I don’t know why she would…”

She trailed off when she saw the wicked grin spread across Sara’s face. “Now wait a minute! I didn’t say you could enjoy yourself – AAUUGGHH!”

Catherine was abruptly flipped over with a splash. She burbled wildly, not expecting to be flipped over so soon. A few seconds later she was flipped back over into the afternoon air, leaving her gasping for breath.

“You mean like that?!” Sara asked with a grin.

“You could’ve warned MEEEEE…!!”

Catherine was abruptly flipped over again, her face hitting the water with a splash. She was under only a couple of seconds, air spewing out of her mouth. Then she was flipped back up to the surface, setting her to gasping and sputtering.

“Having fun?” Sara asked with a laugh.

“I think you’re the one who’s enjoying this!” Catherine gasped, glaring at the woman. “I should’ve made YOU do THIIIIIISSSSS…!!”

Sara grabbed on and gave a great heave. Catherine went back over until she was face down, twisting, squirming and bubbling. Instinctively she fought against the cuffs that held her against the mattress.

She was not under long before she was flipped back over, snorting water out of her nose. “You ok?” Sara asked as she bent over her, concern in her features.

Catherine coughed once before composing herself. “I’m all right. I can see why Tammi might have wanted to torture her like this. But I think you’re enjoying this way too – AAAUUUGGGHHH!!”

“You mean like this?” Sara asked as she flipped her over once more. She thought about the fingerprints she was leaving. To her it seemed like a perfectly plausible theory.

Catherine burbled wildly as she hung upside down in the pool. Her heart pounded in her chest. Instinctively she struggled against the cuffs holding her to the air mattress.

It felt like a few seconds longer before she was flipped back over onto her back. Sara smiled, allowing her coworker to catch her breath. “How am I doing so far?”

Catherine panted while glaring at her. “Enjoy it while it lasts, girl!”

Her captor grinned back malevolently. “A couple more perhaps?” Then she grabbed the mattress and flipped it over once more.

Catherine Willows went back over with a bubbly cry. Air bubbled up around the mattress she hung down from. At the surface her coworker grinned mischievously before flipping her back over.

“Time out!” Catherine gasped, anxiously shaking her head.

“Ok; we’ll take a break,” Sara replied. “How are the legs and arms?”

“Uncomfortable as hell. I can sure feel the edges to the mattress.”

“Tammi couldn’t have drowned her like this, right? They were found together on top of each other in the deep end.”

“That’s how they were found, all right – WHOOAAA!!”

Catherine was flipped over again. She struggled instinctively against the cuffs, wondering what all this was going to prove. Was this truly what Melissa had gone through before she drowned?

Sara watched with interest. She left her coworker under a couple seconds longer, although she wasn’t sure why. Maybe this was bringing out a sadistic side to her personality.

A few seconds later she flipped her back over. Catherine came back up on top of the mattress at the surface. She panted wildly for breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

She could feel a certain sense of arousal over being flipped over so much. Had Melissa felt like this as well? Or was it nothing more than a side effect of what had occurred that fateful day?

“Those cuffs are definitely going to leave a mark,” Sara observed. “It looks like you’re really struggling down there.”

“Can’t help it,” Willows gasped. “When I’m submerged it’s like I really want to… get out of ’em.”

She paused as she thought about it. Sara felt a little remorse. “You want me to stop?”

“I’m ok so far,” Catherine panted. Then she winced unhappily.

“What?”

“Maybe you should flip me over to check and see if the cuffs have left any indentations.”

Sara thought it over for a moment. “Ok; I can do that. How long can you hold your breath?”

“How long is it going to take you to look at them?”

“Touche.”

“I’ll manage. Just flip me over and check my wrists and ankles.”

“You want to do it now?”

The woman on the mattress nodded as she began taking long, deep breaths. Sara counted her down… “Ok… in three… two… ONE!”

Catherine took a deep breath. Sara flipped her over with a splash. The younger CSI agent took a quick glance at her watch before looking closely at the ankles that were sticking up in front of her. She had to resist the urge not to tickle the soles of the helpless woman’s feet.

There were faint marks, although not as deep as the ones found on Melissa’s body. Then Sara quickly checked her coworker’s wrists. Something similar was happening there as well…

Down below Catherine’s cheeks bulged as she held her breath. She found herself wondering how long it took for her colleague to check her body for cuff marks. ‘C’mon, Sara! I’m out of breath down here from all the dunking you’ve put me through!”

Air trickled out of her nose. She lost a small burst of air. ‘Sara Sidle, I swear you’re going to pay for- WHOA!’

Catherine was flipped back over. She gasped for breath as Sara brushed her hair out of her eyes. “I can see them. They’re faint, but they’re there. By the way, you were under for 37 seconds.”

“Is that all? It felt a hell of a lot longer.” Willows paused before adding, “You say the marks are faint?”

“Not deep enough to match the ones found on the body, no.”

Catherine thought about it for a moment. “Damn!” she breathed quietly.

“What?”

“I think… I think we’ll have to go a little longer.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to know if the deep marks could have been made as a result of being tortured while being cuffed lying on top of the air mattress.”

“Tortured? Catherine, are you suggesting I…?” Now Sara was starting to grin.

“Don’t you dare enjoy this!”

“Oh, I won’t; I promise!”

“I’ll just bet you won’t.”

“You want to replicate the marks found on Melissa’s wrists and ankles?”

“Just to make sure, yeah.”

“Catherine, are you sure about this?”

“Hell, no! But we’ve got to find out one way or the other. If I struggle hard enough…”

“…then the marks should become deeper and more pronounced?”

“I would think so. Ok, Sara. I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but… go ahead and make me suffer. Just don’t drown me.”

Catherine thought about it for a long moment. Then she looked her colleague right in the eye. “Sara Sidle, you breathe a word of this to anyone and I swear I’ll…”

“Oh, I won’t, Catherine; I won’t.”

“I’ll just bet you won’t.”

“Here we go!” And with that Sara flipped her coworker back over.

Catherine Willows filled her lungs with air just in time. Then she found herself floating face down, staring at the pool floor as bubbles slipped out of her nose and mouth. Her arms and legs were feeling damned uncomfortable from being cuffed around the mattress for so long.

She tried to calm the wild beating of her heart by running the scenario over and over in her head. Were the three of them together when this happened? Or was it just Tammi and Melissa?

She felt her lungs began to spasm. Catherine wriggled and squirmed. But she was not flipped back over just yet

She became alarmed over how long she’d been under. At the same time she felt a perverse arousal. It made her think of the dildo that had been found in the pool.

She began to wriggle uncomfortably as she jerked against the cuffs. She lost more bubbles out of her mouth. Then she was flipped over onto her back.

Catherine panted for breath as she glared at her coworker. Sara grinned back at her before flipping her back over. The older CSI agent let out a bubbly cry as her heart leapt into her throat.

She was promptly flipped back over until she was panting and coughing at the surface. Sara flipped her over again. Catherine cried out a froth of bubbles as she began to fight against the cuffs to her wrists and ankles.

She shook her head; now she was thinking she wanted the experiment to stop. She was flipped back up where she panted like crazy. Then she was promptly flipped over again.

Catherine looked down at the pool floor as a surge of horrific arousal flowed through her. What if Sara accidently drowned her? Would her colleague be able to set her free in time to resuscitate her??

She suddenly became aware of Sara poking and probing. Catherine tried to calm herself down. It felt like Sara was looking at her wrists and ankles again. Surely she could hold her breath that long, couldn’t she?

She was finally flipped back over. Catherine Willows panted wildly for breath. This was crazy!

Sara came up to her and nodded. “I can really see them now. I’d say it’s a definite possibility they were created from being tortured on the air mattress. I don’t think we need to continue the experiment long enough to make them deep like what we found on Melissa’s body.”

“Good,” Catherine panted with a nod. “By the way: did you happen to check for any cuts on my arms and legs?”

Sara looked at her in surprise. “You didn’t tell me to check for cuts.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Catherine, we can get you off that mattress and check you out of the water if you want.”

“No, I’m already here. You’d better… flip me over again. I want you to check… for any cuts on my arms or legs.”

“Got it. I’m going to time you again. This way I can glance at my watch to make sure you’re not under too long.”

Catherine wasn’t thinking about being under too long. She was already thinking ahead to the next part of her experiment. If she really wanted to know what had happened to Melissa, she would need to hold her breath longer.

Her heart thumped in her chest as she heard herself say, “Keep me under for at least a minute.”

“A minute?? Catherine, are you sure? It’s not going to take that long to…”

“Just do it, Sara; ok? I can hold my breath one lousy minute, can’t I?”

“Catherine, are you sure?”

“I’m not sure about anything. But let’s do it anyway. Take your time checking for those cuts.”

Sara sighed uncomfortably. “It’s your project; you’re the boss. You ready?”

“No.” Then Catherine took a couple of long, deep breaths before nodding, “Ok. Let’s get this over with.”

“Ok. Over you go in three… two… ONE!”

Sara waited until she was sure she heard her friend inhale before flipping her over with a splash. She quickly checked her watch. Then she began to closely examine her friend’s thighs.

Sara felt a slight flush of embarrassment over getting such an intimate look at the body of her coworker. She shook her head, reminding herself this was nothing more than a clinical examination related to the case at hand. Still, it was a bit uncomfortable.

It looked like the flaps to the air mattress were definitely pressing into her colleague’s skin. It was certainly enough to leave a mark. But she didn’t see any cuts.

She was sure Catherine had brought the camera to take pictures of her skin. She wasn’t sure she would have had the gumption to go through with something like this, just to have pictures taken of what it did to her body. But then again, she wasn’t Catherine Willows. She knew from past experience that her friend and colleague would do just about anything to get at the truth.

Sara checked her watch again. Then she looked down at the woman hanging under the mattress. It made her wonder just how long she should keep her down there…

This time Catherine wasn’t quite as anxious. She held her breath easily enough, idly scanning the pool floor below her. She didn’t expect to see much because of her blurred vision.

It kept her mind occupied with something other than holding her breath. She was also aware of the pain of the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. When this was all over she would have a better working theory over what had happened out here in the pool.

Catherine allowed a couple of bubbles to dribble out of her nose. Then she felt the first stirrings of need gently nudge her from inside her chest. She burbled a trickle of air past her lips to ease the growing strain on her lungs.

The urge grew stronger as a spasm rippled through her. She blew a burst of air as her lungs began to burn. A moment later she was flipped over until she was flat on her back and panting quietly.

Sara smiled kindly at her. “I saw the bubbles so I rolled you back over, You ok?”

“I’m fine,” Catherine gasped. “How’d I do?”

“Minute eighteen,” Sara told her. “Not bad at all.”

“Anything showing… on the thighs and arms?”

“I can see where the mattress flaps are pressing into your body. But I don’t see any cuts.”

“Damn,” Catherine said as she shook her head. She had a good idea what she had to do next. “I think I know… how to get them.”

“Get the cuts on your arms and legs? How’s that?”

“You’re going to pull the plug on the air mattress. Then you’re going to shove me into the deep end toward the area where we found the bodies.”

2005; 2020 (written for Melissa Aug 5 ’05; ed. Jun 5 ‘20 by riwa)

Part 3 – Into the deep end

Catherine Willows felt a shiver of fear mixed with excitement ripple through her. This was the moment, the real experiment she’d come here to conduct in the first place. This was the method she intended to use to prove how Melissa got those cuts on her arms and legs.

Sara Sidle’s jaw dropped open in astonishment. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m serious.”

“I’m not letting you drown, Catherine.”

“I don’t want you to let me drown. You can swim, can’t you?”

“Of course!”

“Then you’ll swim down and pull me up into shallow water when I’m done… unless you can’t reach the bottom on your own. Do you think you might be too buoyant to reach me?”

“I can get down there easily enough!” Sara replied indignantly. “I’m just amazed you want to go down the way you propose.”

“It’s only going to be for a minute or so, ok? That’s why I had you keep me under that long. It was so I could find out how long I could hold my breath.”

Catherine finally decided to tell her what she suspected. “Sara, it’s the only way I know to prove how she got those cuts. I think she slid off the mattress when it deflated. That’s how she cut herself, similar to how you get a paper cut by sliding your finger along the edge. I also think it might explain how she drowned.”

Sara looked at her dubiously. Then she sighed heavily. “You really want to go through with this?”

“I’m a little nervous about the whole thing. But yeah. I think it’s the only way to find out for sure.”

Sara had not anticipated Catherine would try this as an experiment. Then a thought struck her. That’s when she got a strange grin on her face.

Catherine saw her expression and frowned. “What are you thinking?”

“You know we found her on the bottom with that dildo sticking out of her. Are you going to re-enact that part as well?”

Catherine felt her face flush with embarrassment. She’d known it was going to come down to this.

She hadn’t truly decided what she was going to do about it. The truth of her intentions was lying in the bottom of the bag she’d brought with her. She didn’t want Sidle to think she’d been planning this all along.

Maybe it was better to make her think it was her idea. “Well, I was kind of wondering. I wasn’t sure, but I…”

She paused as Sara looked at her curiously. Sidle suddenly turned and waded to the end of the pool where she climbed out. “Sara? Sara, where are you going?”

“To test a theory.”

Catherine’s embarrassment intensified the moment her coworker walked up to the bag. Sara reached down and pulled the item out. “That’s what I thought,” she observed as she turned and waved the toy at her, grinning wickedly.

“I brought that with me in case we might need it. It was found at the scene, remember?” Now she was really embarrassed… and disturbingly aroused.

“Catherine Willows, crime scene investigator, sticking a dildo inside herself to test a theory. Now I’ve seen everything!”

Sara shook her head as she descended the steps back into the pool. If nothing else, she’d certainly have something juicy to hold over her coworker for a long, long time.

“I’m not entirely certain we need to use it for this test,” Catherine stammered.

She started to squirm but there was nothing she could do. She was deliberately cuffed to the mattress to test out her theory. That meant for the time being she was totally at Sara’s mercy.

Sara smiled broadly. “I think you ought to do it, ‘Cath’! We ought to know for sure; right?”

This was totally unexpected. But Sara found herself looking forward to it. She was looking forward to watching Catherine squirm cuffed naked to an air mattress with that dildo stuck inside her…

Uh…

…from a purely clinical perspective, of course…

Catherine began having second thoughts, even as her body began to tingle with arousal. “I’m beginning to think it’s not really necessary for our experiment after all, Sara.”

“How do you know? You want to find out what happened, don’t you? How do you know it wasn’t the added effect of the dildo inside Melissa that contributed to her getting those cuts on her legs? Don’t you think you should find out? After all, you’re in place all ready to go, naked and…”

Sara grinned at her. “Not funny, Sidle!”

“Oh, so are we getting all formal for your experiment now?”

Catherine was torn. She wanted to experience the dildo inside her for this last experiment. But that meant Sara would know about it. The danger of her telling someone later…

“I’m, uh… not so sure about whether or not we need to use…”

“Admit it, Catherine. I think you want to. Hell, you wouldn’t have brought it with you otherwise. What was the point, especially if you were going to try this as an experiment anyway?”

Deep down, Catherine had been thinking about it ever since she’d first seen the crime scene. The humiliation was almost more than she could bear. But she suspected Sara would be good enough to keep this embarrassing little secret.

She resigned herself to the inevitable. After all, she’d brought the toy with her. Sara was observant enough to call her bluff if she tried to protest. She might as well use it.

“Ok,” Catherine said carefully. She winced before adding, “I, uh… I guess you’ll have to put it inside me. I’m a little… tied up at the moment. Besides, I suspect that’s how Melissa got it inside her. I doubt she cuffed herself to the mattress on her own. I suspect the toy was added as an afterthought, perhaps to humiliate her.”

“This part isn’t going into any report, is it?” Sara asked as she approached. It had just occurred to her how her name would have to be included as a witness.

“God, I hope not,” Catherine breathed softly.

She suddenly wanted to get the whole thing over with. She didn’t know whether it was from the strange arousal she was experiencing of just the embarrassment of the moment. “C’mon, Sara, I don’t want to lie here all day. Get over here and stick it in before those little voyeurs show up and sneak a peek!”

“I forgot about them,” Sara said as she glanced toward the fence.

She came up to the mattress and looked between her coworker’s thighs, wondering how to proceed. Catherine was nervous again. “Uh… just pull my, uh… pull my suit to one side down there and, uh…”

Damn! This whole thing had suddenly become awkward as hell!

Sara gingerly pulled on the suit around the woman’s crotch. Catherine gasped as the fabric was slid off to one side. It increased the erotic sensations she was already struggling with down below.

She tried hard not to moan. She did not want to make her assistant feel uncomfortable. But was she really concerned for Sara? Or was it her own embarrassment?

Sara carefully maneuvered the dildo into place. Then she began to push it inside. It made her feel more uncomfortable than she expected, considering the circumstances.

‘Think about what happened out here,’ she told herself. ‘It’s all a part of the investigation. We’re finding out how Melissa died and how she got those marks on her body. Don’t think about Catherine’s femininity. Just do it.’

The toy slid rather easily into place. Sara wasn’t sure how far to go. So she pushed until it went no farther.

Catherine clamped her lips shut as sweat beaded up on her forehead. She was incredibly aroused. The trained professional had to struggle not to moan or cry out.

Sara decided to go with it, smiling coyly at her coworker. “Ready, Catherine?” The bound woman closed her eyes and nodded.

“Are you sure about this?” She found herself becoming amused… and strangely excited.

“Can we just get on with this please?”

Catherine hadn’t anticipated becoming this aroused or humiliated. Perhaps this was what Melissa had been forced to endure. Perhaps it had been a major part of what had happened in this pool on that fateful day.

Sara quickly became all business as she moved to the plug in front of the mattress near the secured woman’s head. “I’ll be keeping track of the time, ok? I’m pulling you back up to the surface after one minute has elapsed.”

Catherine nodded again, biting her quivering lip to keep from expressing her shame and arousal. A tear trickled down her cheek. She could not help wondering if Sara could tell how much she was trembling.

“You’re sure?”

“Damnit, girl… just pull the damned plug already!” She didn’t know how much more of this she could take.

“Here goes…”

Sara pulled the plug out. Air began hissing out. “Deep end, Sara,” Catherine explained.

Sidle gave the mattress a push. It headed toward the deep end of the pool. Already it was starting to sag as it deflated from the weight on top.

“I’m climbing out to watch from the edge, Catherine!”

Sara waded to the steps that led out of the shallow end of the pool. She maintained a watchful eye on her coworker. Instinctively she did not want anything bad to happen to her despite the craziness of the experiment.

Catherine closed her eyes to focus. Was this what Melissa had experienced? She could not stop squirming a little.

The lower part of her body was on fire from a terrible arousal. She desperately tried to approach what was happening to her from a clinical perspective. But it was nearly impossible.

She started to squirm even more as water lapped around her head and chest. She heard her coworker call out, “You’re going down, Catherine! Make sure you get a good breath!”

Sara watched from the edge of the pool. She saw Catherine squirm in response to what was happening to her. She could tell her coworker was trying to maintain her professionalism.

Her head was sinking closer to the waterline. Sidle watched closely. Was this what that woman had experienced: the toy in her kitty as she’d been allowed to drown off the deflating air mattress?

She became anxious. Was this such a good idea? She told herself she would be able to get Catherine off the bottom before anything serious might happen to her.

Catherine felt her body slip on the mattress. Instinctively she tried to find some way to cling to it. She suspected the dead woman had struggled to stay at the surface for as long as possible.

Panic swelled within her. She whimpered again as she fought to stay in control. Sara saw her distress and called out, “Want to the experiment? Want me to come in and get you?”

“NO; not yet!” It took all her professionalism to give that instruction. Catherine forced herself to shake her head.

It was all she could do not to cry out to Sara and cancel the experiment. She slipped again, causing her to claw at the plastic material underneath her with her cuffed hands. But there was no way to hold on, no way to stay afloat.

The mattress sagged beneath her. Catherine slipped again. She was so close to going under.

Down between her legs an inferno of perverse arousal was raging. She dimly wondered what Melissa might have thinking at this moment, if this was indeed what had happened to her. Then she felt something cut into her thigh as she slid.

There was a faint slice of pain in her arm. Catherine slipped again, struggling desperately to stay afloat. Instinctively she pressed her ass down into the mattress in an effort to keep her head above water.

More air hissed out. Another short slice of pain nipped her other arm. Then she felt herself start to slide off the material.

“Catherine; you’re going under! BREATHE!!”

Catherine Willows gasped for breath. She cried out in growing alarm. Then she slid right off the mattress, bubbles coming out of her mouth and nose.

She began to struggle as the mattress partly followed her down. She left a trail of bubbles marking her descent. But she could not hang onto the mattress as the weight belt pulled her right down.

Sara gasped in alarm from the surface, watching the bubbles coming up. She quickly checked her watch. “I’m coming down in 45 seconds,” she muttered, her heart pounding in her chest. “Sorry, Catherine. I don’t care if you did do a minute breath-hold earlier.”

The instant Catherine slid completely off the mattress, her legs came together in blessed relief. It caused her muscles to squeeze around the dildo inside her. That’s when her body began to shudder uncontrollably.

Almost immediately she started losing little bursts of air. She snorted water up her nose, instinctively trying to blow it back out as it stung her sinuses. Then her chest began convulsing.

Her torso instinctively thrust against the dildo inside her. She almost screamed her breath away. She was starting to panic, even as an incredible surge of arousal consumed her.

Her mind screamed at her to get her feet underneath her. She needed to stand upright. That way she could kick for the surface.

Her legs kicked together. But it only worsened what was happening between her legs as her thighs came together. That’s when she felt it swell within her.

She’d been in a constant state of semi-arousal throughout the case. She was embarrassed over the way she’d felt while putting together this experiment with Sara. Perhaps being dunked had not been such a good idea after all.

Catherine did not consider how being secured like this might have affected Melissa, much less how it might affect her. The only thing she was aware of was the fact she could no longer hold it back. She was sure she wasn’t going to be able to hold her breath long enough to keep from drowning.

Catherine Willows cried out, air spewing out of her mouth as the area between her legs exploded in what felt like a massive eruption of undisputed pleasure. Instinctively she started thrashing about; bucking, kicking and convulsing. Her body was consumed by the orgasm now ravaging her.

Up at the surface Sara Sidle saw an eruption of bubbles. Panicked, she dove in several seconds ahead of schedule. That’s when she saw her coworker’s body spasming and convulsing.

She thought for sure Catherine was drowning. She swam down to her and wrapped an arm around her hitching body. Then she headed for the surface.

She was almost there when her handcuffed coworker thrashed about. Catherine inadvertently ripped herself out of Sara’s grasp. The weight belt took her right back down, just as Sara’s head was popping up at the surface.

Sidle gasped for breath, only to realize she lost Catherine. She let out a cry of anguish, concerned her coworker might be drowning. Then she took a deep breath before diving back down.

Her friend and colleague was not going to drown simply because she couldn’t get her up in time. She swam back down and attacked the source of the problem. Sara grabbed the weight belt and popped the latch.

At that moment Catherine grunted as she hitched hard. Then the CSI investigator went limp on the bottom. Her eyes appeared to glaze over, a look of shock frozen on her face as her mouth gaped open.

For a moment Sara was frozen in shocked disbelief. A burst of adrenaline surged through her body. She grabbed Catherine by an elbow and dragged her body through the water as she pulled like crazy for the shallow end of the pool.

She finally got her feet underneath her. Sara stood up and lifted the unconscious woman’s head out of the water. There was no response; she could detect no breath.

Oh God…

Sara scooped the lifeless body into her arms. Somehow she carried her coworker up the steps out of the pool. Then she gently laid her down on the warm concrete…

“Catherine?! CATHERINE??!!”

She checked for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. Then she checked her airway.

Satisfied it was clear, Sara pinched her coworker’s nose shut. Then she blew two deep breaths into her friend’s mouth. Catherine’s chest rose and fell… rose and fell again.

Nothing. There was no response.

Sara experienced panic as she tried to catch her breath. This couldn’t be happening! Unfortunately it felt all too real.

Sara glanced down and saw the dildo protruding out of her friend’s crotch. She grabbed it and savagely yanked it out. “It’s my fault,” she gasped in growing alarm as she checked again for a pulse.

This time she could not detect one…

“NO!!”

She began pumping hard with her hands against the woman’s chest, desperately trying to get Catherine’s heart beating again. Her mind ran the last few minutes over and over again. Sara quietly found herself thinking she should not have let Catherine do it.

She gasped sorrowfully as tears welled up in her eyes. She paused and checked again for a pulse.

Nothing…

‘”Damnit! Catherine Willows, you CAN’T drown over some stupid field test!”

Sara pinched her unresponsive friend’s nose shut again. She pressed her lips against those of her coworker. Then she blew two long, deep breaths into the body of her colleague as tears streamed down her face.

Catherine’s chest rose and fell… rose and fell again. But there was no response.

Sara started to sob. “No, damnit! You can’t die like this! Catherine, it’s not your time, damn you!”

She began pumping hard on the woman’s chest again. Sara counted to herself as she’d been trained to do so long ago. Then she checked again.

No pulse…

Sara fought against the urge to scream in frustration and despair. Stubbornly, she pressed on, pinching her coworker’s nose shut. She pressed her lips against Catherine’s and blew two long, deep breaths into her lifeless body.

Her colleague’s chest rose and fell… rose and fell again…

Catherine Willows convulsed…

…then she coughed…

Sara gasped hopefully. “C’mon, Catherine… BREATHE!”

Catherine blinked… convulsed again… Water spewed out of her mouth in a horrifying torrent. A moment later she gasped as she blinked again.

“CATHERINE?? C’MON, GIRL… BREATHE FOR ME!!”

She gasped before going into a coughing fit. She gasped again. Then she started breathing on her own as her chest began to rise and fall in a regular pattern.

Sara could not stop the tears. She lifted her colleague up into a sitting position. Then she held her to her chest as she started to sob…

“It’s all my fault! I should’ve gotten to you sooner! I lost my grip and I… I’m so sorry!”

Catherine coughed and gagged. She gasped as though trying to get air down her throat. She was finally able to wrap her arms around the distraught girl and hug tightly.

“I’m ok, Sara. It’s not… your fault. I guess I didn’t expect it… to happen like that. I miscalculated… the fault is mine.”

Sara began to look around. “I’ve got to make a call! We’ve got to get you to a hospital! We need to have you checked out!”

“We will. Just let me… rest a moment… and catch my breath.”

She paused and looked at her arms. There were distinct cuts in her flesh. “I thought so,” she panted. “Get the camera, Sara. Let’s get what pictures we can… while the marks are still fresh. Then you can retrieve the air mattress and we can dust it for prints; ok?”

“Hospital!”

“Pictures first. I can last that long.”

Sara looked at her colleague for a long moment. She saw a familiar look of stubbornness return to Catherine’s features. Then she sighed heavily.

“All right,” she agreed, although more than a little hesitant. “But after that, we’re getting your ass straight over to the hospital!”

Catherine smiled weakly at her. Then she spread her legs open for her coworker to see. “I was right, wasn’t I?” There were fresh cuts on her thighs, one of which had started to bleed.

“Damn you, Catherine. Do you have to be right all the time?”

“Just trying to play catch-up to Gil.”

“Touche.”

Sara managed a small chuckle. Then she went to get the camera. Catherine just sat there wondering how Gil Grissom was going to react once he found out she’d nearly drowned working on one of these impromptu field tests. Maybe it would be best not to tell him…

Gil Grissom sat in his office, staring at a familiar looking form on his desk. He was wondering what he was going to put into his report. He sat back in his chair and once more went over the facts of the case in his mind…

Tammi goes to Melissa’s residence with her husband’s gun and waits near the back fence. Her husband leaves and she confronts Melissa, resulting in a fight that eventually spills one or both women into the pool. Melissa ends up cuffed on top of the air mattress and the two engage in some sort of sexual activity… (That one he had a hard time understanding, and he wasn’t sure if he should even bother including in his report). The mattress is then deflated and Melissa cuts herself as she slides off into the deep end where she probably drowns…

…which made him think of someone important to him, as they all were…

At least Catherine was all right. But he had to shake his head in amazement at what she’d done in the pool. Apparently she’d allowed herself to be dunked. Then Sara had deflated the mattress out from underneath her.

When he’d reported to the hospital, the two women had stumbled over each other in an attempt to accept blame. He’d finally thrown up his hands in frustration. Then he’d given them both the next couple of days off to recover and regroup.

All that trouble just to confirm her theory about the prints on the mattress and the cuts on the dead woman’s legs? Catherine Willows was tenacious. He had to grant her that. Maybe it was his fault for instilling a sense of being so utterly thorough in his team.

He sighed thoughtfully. Back to the report. How was he going to write this up?

Travis comes back after checking his answering machine. He and Tammi have sex? Then Travis ends up in the deep end with the weight belt and cuffs, both of which are removed from his body a short time later.

“So Tammi drowns both Melissa and her wayward husband?” Grissom thought aloud. It was the only explanation that made sense. There was no evidence anyone else was involved. It certainly explained why there were cuff and belt marks on his body.

Tammi swims down to the bodies in the deep end. Does she cuff herself to Melissa’s wrists out of guilt and remorse? End of Tammi. End of story.

A double murder/suicide?

Grissom paused again, thinking about that last part. There was no evidence anyone else had been involved. Tammi had to have done it herself. She appeared to be the last one in the pool. But why?

So many unanswered questions…

So what was he going to put in his report? A wife finds out about her husband’s affair; she drives over to the house of the mistress; she kills the mistress, her husband, and then herself. That seemed to be the abbreviated version.

Gil Grissom sighed. Then he bent over his desk and started writing. In the back of his mind he found himself mildly curious over what really happened out in Melissa’s backyard…

2005; 2020 (written for Melissa Aug 5 ’05; ed. Jul 15 ‘20 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.8 (5)

Coming July rewards

A story about the mud sisters.
An aquaphile’s confession.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
An old West gallows show.
The losers are dispatched in a drowning tournament.
Glass Tub Trio (illustrated by JustPaul).
A wife’s fetish.
Training the desert-dweller.
A dream about a mother and daughter at the club.
Another Whittaker Manor chapter.
And a couple of bonus stories I’m thinking of throwing in.

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

Want to play a game of hide-and-seek with your elderly mother in Walmart? Here’s how you do it.

Drop her off at the door so she can make her way to a motorized cart. Park your vehicle in a spot as close to the door as possible so she will not have far to walk when you leave. Go in and fetch something first (in my case, that would be my prescriptions). Take your meds back out to the car. Go back in and start searching for your mother. Start at one end of the store and work your way toward the other end, hoping she will not double-back on you. Remember the coat she is wearing, as there will be other shoppers in motorized carts. It would be best if you did not go up to one of them and hug them from behind without first making sure she’s your mother.

Cheap entertainment on a Saturday morning.

Thank you so much for being my patrons. And be careful out there. It’s starting to get crazy.

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Loretta’s decision 4.4 (96)

“I’m so glad you could come over,” she told me as she sipped her coffee. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this. But you’re the last one on my list.”

I asked, “What do you mean?”

“I’m tired of the whole thing. I just want to end it all.”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“I sure am. Want to see just how serious I am?”

She got up and led me into the living room. What I saw shocked me. Loretta had never shocked me before.

She had a noose all set up in front of her bay windows, the curtains drawn for the night. A simple wooden chair was underneath, a set of handcuffs lying upon the seat. I looked up to see some sort of pulley system attached to an eye bolt in the ceiling.

“Damn, Loretta. I never thought you’d take it this far.”

“You’re not going to try talking me out of it, are you? Because it wouldn’t do any good.”

I shook my head. “Damn, woman! I can’t believe you!”

“It’s true. I’m hanging myself right after you leave.”

“You wanted me to see this before I left?”

“I wanted you to understand.”

“I’m not sure I do. Why would you show this to me? Unless you wanted me to stay and watch, or something like that.”

We both paused for a long moment. Then she looked at me kind of funny. “Do you want to stay and watch?”

Her question caught me by surprise. “Well, I…” Then I had to think about it.

“You know, I’m not sure.” But a part of me was strangely stirring, a shameful part I hadn’t counted on.

“You’re not sure? You mean you might want to stay and watch me hang after all?”

“Well, I…” Did I really want to admit I was becoming aroused by the idea?

She shook her head. Then she smiled and laughed. It occurred to me I hadn’t seen her smile in weeks. It had been even longer since she’d chuckled.

“Men. I can’t believe you sometimes.”

“We are who we are.” Then we both got quiet again.

I don’t know what made me think it. Did it really matter? But for some reason I just had to ask.

“Are you, uh… are you going to hang in those clothes you’re wearing?”

“Why do you ask?” She paused before adding, “Wait a minute. Are you saying you want to watch me dance naked?”

“Now I didn’t say that,” I stammered, my damned appendage trying to stiffen in my pants.

She laughed again. “Fine with me,” she agreed with a dismissive wave. “I’ll get naked for you, if that’s what you want.”

“Do you really want me to stay? Is that why you’re offering to get naked for me? You know, I can stay either way if you prefer.”

“Oh, I know how you guys think. I don’t mind getting naked for you, especially if it will encourage you to stick around.”

“You really don’t have to.”

“Oh, but I insist.” Now she was becoming playful. I kind of liked it.

There was another awkward silence. It occurred to me she might want more out of me than just to stick around and watch her final minutes. So I quietly asked, “Would you like to be intimate with me before you hang? I’m willing to do that if you wish. I know as friends we’ve never had sex together. But I’m willing if you are.”

Her smile faded. She sadly shook her head. “It’s not necessary. Besides, I don’t think I’d be a very good lay. I haven’t been intimate in years. Hell, I’m not even sure the plumbing works anymore.”

“You might change your mind once you wrap that noose around your neck. You might even like something inside you while you’re hanging.” Now why the hell would I say a thing like that??

She gave me a wry smile. “Like you, you mean?”

I blushed as I stammered for a reply. She smiled as she gave me a dismissive wave… “Oh, don’t worry about it.” Then she paused to think it over.

“You know? I’ve not experienced any kind of sexual pleasure in a long time. But it sure would be nice if I could give pleasure to someone else before I go… someone special.”

“You mean me?”

“Who else would I be referring to at a time like this?”

For a moment I was deeply touched. Then she smiled sheepishly at me. “Are you sure you even want to stick your dick inside me? I might be kind of dry.”

“Wouldn’t that make it painful for you?”

“No more painful than this noose I’m about to wear.” She reached up and grabbed it for emphasis.

“Touché.”

She thought about it for a moment. Then she smiled coyly. “So would you like to stick your dick inside me while I’m hanging? I’m already going to be hurting. By then it probably won’t matter much to me. Hell, it might even feel kind of nice, having one last intimate moment with you. Although… I’m not sure how fucking someone in a noose could be considered ‘intimate’.”

“That’s not the only thing to consider, Loretta. What if I cum inside you before you die?”

“You think you might?” She sounded genuinely surprised at that.

“It’s possible, I suppose. If you’re squeezing from the pain, I might enjoy it enough to shoot a load deep inside you.”

She gave me another smile. “That might be kind of fun. But I see your point.”

She waved me over to the couch. “Give me a minute? Have a seat; I’ll be right back.”

I went over and sat down on the couch while she left the room. It got me to wondering what the hell had gotten into me. That’s when it occurred to me Loretta really didn’t want to hang alone. Was it going to make her feel better if I remained and watched?

All this talk about fucking her in the noose felt wrong. But she certainly seemed interested in giving me some sort of pleasure as a parting gift. How could I possibly say no to her? After all, she said she was committed. I was pretty sure she was going to hang herself, with or without me.

She was gone about ten minutes. She returned wearing nothing but a terry cloth robe. In her hand was a pair of latex gloves which she handed over to me.

“I don’t want your fingerprints on anything involved with my hanging. And I added a few more words to my note on the computer. I thanked you for the intimacy and that it made me feel special, although it didn’t change my mind. That’s in case you leave any incriminating evidence behind…”

“Like fingerprints? Or cum in your twat, perhaps?”

“Something like that.”

Her playful smile returned. I wished I could have made it come out years ago. Maybe she wouldn’t have been reduced to this.

She looked me up and down. Then she said, “Well…?”

“Well what, Loretta?”

“Are you going to get undressed? Or are you just going to pull your pants down and fuck me in the noose? After all, I’m nude under this. I think you should be as well.”

“You really want to see me naked?”

“Why not? You’re going to see me nude, aren’t you?”

I smiled. “Just a sec.”

I stood up and quickly got out of my clothes. My dick was shamefully hardening from our discussion. It felt good letting it out of my pants and briefs to breathe free.

She looked at it and smiled. “Not bad. I should’ve fucked you long ago. It’s too bad I’m not going to enjoy it very much.”

I thought about her potential dryness and the pain she might experience. That was funny, considering she was going to be in agony once she couldn’t breathe. So I asked, “Would you rather I didn’t?”

She looked at me and smiled as though reading right through me. “You know? I always got the impression you were willing to fuck me. But neither one of us ever brought it up. After a while, I figured the important parts just wouldn’t work anymore. By then, it was sort of too late. I never thought about it again.”

I nodded as I looked at the chair and the cuffs. She saw what I was looking at and picked them up, fingering them a lot. It made me think to slip on those latex gloves she’d brought out.

She hefted the cuffs in my direction. I walked over to her, a questioning look in my expression. “Here. You’ve got the gloves on now. Would you be so kind as to do the honors? Cuff my wrists behind the back?”

“Right here? Right now? Are you sure?”

“You’re damned right, I’m sure!”

She paused for a moment before reaching up for the noose. “Wait. First, I’d better get my prints on this too while we’re at it.”

I waited as she touched the coil as much as she could. Then she brought her arms behind her back. “This is so you’ll enjoy the full experience. I see your cock hasn’t softened much. It’s kind of making me feel all nice and gooey inside.”

I smiled at her as she let me cuff her wrists behind her back. I looked up at the pulley. Then I asked, “Do you want the chair, Loretta?”

“Not anymore. The pulley will latch once you pull me high enough.”

She paused as she suddenly thought about it. “You’re right,” she finally said. “Better help me up onto it. I probably need to leave some footprints on the seat; right?”

I nodded as I helped her up. She stood upon it and adjusted her position until she was facing the noose. Then she inhaled sharply as though the magnitude of the whole thing had finally gotten through to her.

I saw her hesitancy and spoke up. “Changing your mind, Loretta?”

“Just noose me up, damn you!”

I nodded as I reached up and looped the noose around her neck. That’s when I realized her blonde hair had been immaculately styled. She’d really gone all out for this.

“When did you go to the beauty salon?”

“Yesterday. So nice of you to notice.”

“I’m a guy. We don’t always pay attention to things like that.”

I snugged the coil tight behind her left ear. She stiffened as she inhaled sharply. It seemed she was trembling a little.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this? You haven’t passed the point of no return yet. I can always take you back down, Loretta. You’re free to change your mind if you want to.”

“Woman’s prerogative, right?” Then she looked me right in the eye and said, “Not a chance.”

She looked down at my throbbing erection. I blushed as she smiled at me. “Besides, it certainly doesn’t look like you want to change your mind about watching me hang to death naked. Am I right about that?”

“Don’t mind my reaction, Loretta. It’s your hanging, remember? You’re entitled to rethink your decision.”

“Maybe so. But it’s your pleasure I’m seeking to enhance. This old body can’t do much these days.”

“Damnit, Loretta! You look quite well for your age! You have really nice boobs. The wrinkles are not too bad just yet. And I see you even shaved down below. Did you do that because you wanted to look good for your hanging?”

She smiled bashfully. “You know me all too well, don’t you.”

I sighed heavily. A part of me didn’t want to do this. But another more shameful part did.

“Ok, Loretta. I guess we’re all set. Shall I make it quick?”

“Quick? Heavens no! How the hell do you expect to make a hanging like this ‘quick’, especially with the thick noose I picked out? Besides, I promised you a fuck!”

“So here’s what I want you to do. I want you to take me up off the chair. Then move it out of the way and lower me with the pulley until you can stick that thing inside me.” She nodded at my erection which was now shamefully glistening at the tip.

“Are you sure about this, Loretta?”

“I’m doing this for your sake just as much, if not more, than I’m doing it for myself; ok? Kindly allow me to grant you some pleasure upon watching an old friend hang herself to death. Is that ok with you?”

I held my hands up defensively. “Ok, Loretta. It’s your funeral.”

“Fuh – nee.”

I winced at my remark. She glared at me before the twinkle returned to her eyes.

I chuckled as I shook my head. “Sorry. It just sort of slipped out.”

“I’ll just bet it did. That was bad.”

“Ok. Any last words? I’m not sure you’ll be able to use your voice once you’re in the air and the noose is squeezing your throat closed.”

She ruefully shook her head. “You’re not helping matters any. You’re making this sound worse and worse. Is that because you want me to suffer in the noose? Planning on getting your rocks off?”

“No.”

“Yes!” she corrected me with a laugh.

I blushed. Then I shook my head. “It’s not going to be fun for you; that’s for sure.”

“Well I’m committed. With you standing there naked and aroused, I want to go out this way more than ever. When you’re done, I want you to open the curtains so the folks out on the main highway will be able to look in the bay windows and enjoy the view.”

“You certainly like to show off, don’t you.”

She panted for breath. I looked down at her crotch. It appeared to be glistening.

“Damn, girl. It looks like you’re getting a little wet down there. Are you sure this isn’t turning you on a little?”

She inhaled sharply. “Will you just get on with it?”

Her chest was starting to heave. It looked as though she was struggling to catch her breath. Instinctively I wanted to delay things. But I didn’t know what else to say.

I carefully reached out and grabbed onto the loose end of the rope. “Last chance to back out.”

She inhaled deeply. There was a brief pause. Then she looked me right in the eye.

“No, darling. Your words say ‘I want to take her down’. But your cock says ‘I want to string her up’. I’m naked, cuffed and noosed, and I’m ready to go. So let’s do something about your erection down there, shall we?”

She forced a smile for me despite her trepidation. “I want you to enjoy yourself; ok? I know it’s going to be at my expense. But I’ve tried to set things up so you don’t get into any kind of trouble over this. Like I say: I was going to do this anyway just as soon as you left. Now I want you to have a good time’ ok? Just make sure you leave the lights on and the curtains open.”

“Ready, Loretta?”

She paused a moment, deep in thought. “Not really, now that I think about it.” Then she sadly nodded.

“I just don’t feel like changing my mind. Now would you be a dear boy and hang this miserable, old woman? Make sure you get some pleasure out of the deal, ok? I’d hate for all this to be in vain should Mr. Lucky down there not enjoy the experience.”

“Loretta, you’re not that old. One of a kind, maybe. But not old.”

“Don’t try to butter me up. I already promised you my cunt while I’m in the air. Now let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

My cock twitched. She saw it and smiled. “Lucky’s eager to see me hang. So let’s do this.”

I dutifully pulled on the rope without any further hesitation. Loretta went right up off the chair. Her eyes flew open from the pain as her feet started to flutter.

Instinctively I blurted out “I tried to warn you” as I locked the pulley and let her swing. At the last second I remembered to tip the chair over. I had to make it look like she’d done it herself.

Her legs kicked as she swung back and forth. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to get a decent breath down her throat. Her boobs still had enough material to bounce rather sexily.

I was incredibly hard watching her hang. Then I grabbed the rope and worked the pulley loose so I could lower her. I locked the pulley when her feet dangled less than a foot off the floor.

She was shorter than I, which made things easier to keep her in midair. Then I stepped forward until I was almost pressing up against her while offering my erection. She wrapped her legs around me for support, even as she tried to impale herself.

She was definitely dry as I entered her. She actually winced from the pain. Then she rasped for breath as she tried to climb me.

“Want down, Loretta?” Amazingly she shook her head. She partially came up off my cock before slipping back down onto it.

I was sure it must have hurt, especially if she hadn’t fucked anyone in years. But I couldn’t resist reaching out to squeeze and fondle her breasts. They felt good in my hands, as I’d wanted to do this for years now.

She rasped and gurgled, resting as she hung limp while trying to hang onto my body for support. I kept groping her mounds as I thrust up into her. Then I reminded her, “You did want me to enjoy this, didn’t you?”

She nodded her head a little. Then she used her legs to try to climb me. No… she was fucking me… trying to ride me.

I worked the pulley a little until I managed to give her the faintest amount of slack. Her breath rasped a little more. I waited for her to tell me to take her down. But she never did. To be honest, I really didn’t want to take her down.

I actually felt her cunt squeezing my dick. Maybe it was the asphyxiation making her do it. But it felt amazing the way she was working my erection inside her.

It felt so good that I just had to give her some encouragement. “Damn, Loretta! It feels good inside you the way you’re clenching. And seeing you suffer in the noose? It’s just… I’m sorry, but it’s just so fucking sexy! I’m so damned turned on right now!”

I saw a flicker of something appreciative in her eyes. She rasped for breath as I groped her tits. It felt like she was trying to fuck me even harder.

I leaned closer and kissed her lips. I was surprised the way she returned it. She must have been suffering, but she was still cognizant of her actions.

She rasped and gurgled as she rode me harder. I thrust up into her, enjoying the way her pussy kept clenching around my shaft. Her actions became more animated as she fucked me with growing urgency.

She gawked as she squeezed really hard. Then her eyes rolled as she shuddered. I felt cum ooze out of her pussy around my dick.

I looked at her in amazement. “Damn, Loretta! Did you just cum?”

She nodded with tears in her eyes. She seemed grateful. So I thrust harder up into her spasming twat.

She eagerly rode me like that for another couple of minutes. Amazingly she’d become a whore in her last moments… a slut riding the noose. It was utterly incredible.

“Loretta, I’m gonna cum.” I could feel my balls swelling. That’s when she really tried to ride me, clenching like crazy.

I let out a gasp as I thrust hard into her twat. I pumped a massive load deep inside her. She actually shuddered hard in response.

“Loretta, did you just have another…?”

She nodded again. There were more tears in her eyes. But her face was darkening, becoming a disturbing shade of red.

“Should I take you down now?” She shook her head no.

“You really want to go out like this: both of us having cum while you’re hanging in midair?” She nodded again.

“Ok, Loretta. It’s your choice. I just want you to know that I enjoyed fucking you in the noose. And I’m going to enjoy your dance of death. I hope that’s ok with you.”

She nodded as more tears filled her eyes. She even managed a smile. Then I stepped back from her.

She lost her hold on my body as she swung back and forth. I smiled as I stroked while watching her. I hoped it made her feel good knowing I was getting off to her suffering.

She began to kick and swing with more urgency. I stroked harder as she fought the noose. Was she doing it for my benefit? Or was the rope strangling the life out of her?

She began humping the air in my direction. I couldn’t believe it as I stroked even harder. “Damn, Loretta! Was that another one? I think that makes three!”

She humped really hard. Then she abruptly hung limp and lifeless. Her frantic gyrations made her body gently swing back and forth as she began to twist this way and that.

I watched her as stray muscles fired. Her chest heaved a little as her toes fluttered. I smiled sadly as I told her, “I’m right here, Loretta. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay right here with you until you’re done.”

I couldn’t tell if she smiled or not. I like to think maybe she tried. Then her bladder gave way, making a mess on the floor.

She dangled quietly, gently twisting and swaying. I went up to her and fingered her cunt. It was wet as hell.

“No more dryness, Loretta.” I fingered her real good, hoping it would please her. But she gave no indication either way.

I moved back and watched for another five minutes. Then I stepped forward and checked for a pulse. There was none.

I slowly got back into my clothes. Then I opened the curtains as she’d requested. Out here on the outskirts of the city, I wasn’t sure who all would get to enjoy the view. But I did it for Loretta.

I caressed her boobs one last time. I even gave her a peck on the lips. Her tongue was protruding a little.

She might have been older. But she couldn’t have looked more sexy. I shook my head, amazed at my own perversion before taking my leave of her.

2021 (written May 5 ’21 by riwa)

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Drowning Janet

Janet swam the lake every day at about the same time. It was easy to don my scuba gear and wait for her. Sure enough, she came out at her usual time.

I swam underneath her, watching her form. I tried not to make too many exhalations in case she might discover my presence. There was just enough of a breeze that I don’t think she noticed me.

The longer I watched her, the more aroused I became. My cock strained in my swim trunks. The thought of drowning her became too much for me to overcome.

I came up underneath her and grabbed an ankle, jerking her under. I caught her totally by surprise. She really bubbled as she tried to kick free.

I let her go and watched as she reached the surface. I pulled on her ankle the moment she’d taken a breath. She never got the opportunity to cry out.

I pulled her down, enjoying the way she struggled in my grasp. I especially enjoyed grabbing her ankle and pulling her under. It made her nipples protrude through the top of her suit.

I let her go and she shot back up. I let her get a quick breath before I pulled her back down. The more I teased her with quick gasps for breath, the more she struggled and the more aroused I became.

I grabbed her wrists, holding them behind her back. I kept her just below the surface. She spewed bubbles as she tried to kick up. But I kept pulling her down so she couldn’t quite reach the air she needed.

I pulled her deeper, enjoying her sexy struggles. Then I pulled the top of her suit down, exposing those gorgeous mounds. She cried out as she tried to kick her way back to the surface.

I allowed her head to pop up long enough for a long, sexy gasp. Then I pulled her back down. That’s when she began to tire.

She kicked feebly as she struggled in my grasp. Sometimes her hair reached the surface, and sometimes she got up as high as her forehead. But I never let her breathe again.

I watched as the last of her sexy bubbles came out of her mouth. Then she started hitching and gurgling. I kept her just below the surface as she looked upward. That’s when my cock went off.

I held her right there, allowing her to see the surface mere inches above her head. She spasmed and convulsed in my grasp. Then the last of her air slipped out of her mouth.

I finned Janet down to the bottom of the lake. There were some reeds down there that looked appealing. I tucked her in, making it look like she’s swam down and gotten all hung up. Then I kissed her lips along with both of her erect nipples before I headed back to shore.

2-26-20

Barbara helps me drown Janet

Barbara didn’t like Janet very much. I think she was jealous of her. She wanted me to get rid of her, but I was having too much fun fucking her.

Barbara found out Janet and I were out at the lake at our cabin. We liked to play in the water, and we liked to suck and fuck while holding our breath. We were in the water a few yards from our cabin when Barbara showed up.

Janet’s back was to the shore, so she didn’t see Barbara. That meant she didn’t see her take off all her clothes. Barbara put a finger to her lips, indicating I should be quite and not tell Janet.

Janet was sitting in my lap, impaled on my cock. She wanted to go under and hold her breath. So I pushed her backward and fucked her underwater.

Barbara waited until I let Janet back up. She carefully waded out to us until she was right behind Janet. Once more she held a finger to her lips.

I looked at Barbara as though I wasn’t sure I wanted to go through with it. I knew exactly what she was thinking about. Then she made the decision for me.

She got on her knees before pulling Janet over backward, forcing her flat on her back underwater. Then she looked at me and said, “Now fuck this bitch while I drown her sorry ass!” She pushed down on her wrists, making sure Janet couldn’t get back up.

At first I was going to tell her no. But I got excited thinking about watching Janet drown. My cock got really hard.

“Cmon!” Barbara urged. “Fuck the breath right out of her!” So I tweaked Janet’s erect nipples. Then I slid my cock right into her.

Janet was horrified as she looked up at us. She really clenched as I fucked her pussy. “Enjoy it, bitch!” Barbara called down to her. “This will be your last fuck, so you might as well enjoy yourself.”

Barbara had this gleeful look on her face as I thrust in and out of the woman she hated. Janet’s eyes opened wider and wider. Her cheeks bulged as her chest heaved. Then she spewed bubbles out of her nose.

Her mouth opened up and she lost all her breath. Then she started convulsing as she went into seizures. Barbara was so turned on watching her drown that I heard her give out an orgasmic cry as she creamed the water between her legs.

My cock went off inside Janet as she drowned in our grasp. Afterwards she just laid there, staring up at the sky with a vacant expression. “I get your cum,” Barbara declared with excitement.

She pushed me aside and got a really big breath. Then she went underwater. I saw her lick Janet’s pussy as though she was trying to suck out all my cream.

I was hit with a sudden burst of inspiration. I pushed down on Barbara’s head so she couldn’t lift it back up. Then I told her, “I think Janet wants you to drown with your face buried in her twat, Barbara.”

Bubbles came up as Barbara struggled. But I made sure she couldn’t get her head up. A moment later there was this huge burst of bubbles. Then she went into convulsions as she started to drown.

She hitched and convulsed as I kept pushing down on her head. I stuck my fingers in her pussy and fingered her. I could feel her clenching as she continued to drown. Then she went still.

I let go of her body, thinking she might float to the surface. But she stayed right there on top of Janet with her face buried in Janet’s muff. I guess both of their lungs had flooded. It ended up turning into a nice two-for-one for me.

2-26-20

Janet drowns Barbara

Barbara was Janet’s best friend. But Janet found out Barbara had been seeing me behind her back. Janet was supposed to be my girlfriend. But Barbara and I liked to fuck.

Janet lured Barbara out to our cabin on the lake. She said she had to go back to town in an hour. But I was coming out for a visit, and Janet asked if Barbara would be willing to entertain me for a while.

Barbara’s eyes gleamed. She figured Janet didn’t know. So she told her, “I’d be happy to stay out here until your boyfriend arrives.”

Janet talked her into a swim. So they headed out to the lake. They swam around a while in their bikinis.

Janet took off Barbara’s bikini top. Then she tied her wrists behind her back. Barbara thought she was just playing. But the game suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Janet forced Barbara to the bottom of the lake. They were in shallow water, but it was well above Barbara’s head while she was flat on her back. That’s when Janet removed Barbara’s bottoms and then started fucking her pussy with her fingers.

Barbara could hardly believe it. Her eyes opened wide as she shook her head. Her cheeks bulged as she tried to hold her breath.

‘That’s it, Barbara!” Janet bubbled excitedly as she looked down on her. “Now give me all your air as you cum.”

Barbara’s head went from side to side. Air burst out of her mouth once… twice… then a third time as she couldn’t hold it any longer. Then she started hitching and gurgling.

Janet finger-fucked her hard while bubbling with excitement. Barbara’s pussy clenched violently around her fingers in her twat. She had seizures as she spasmed painfully. Then her pussy gushed as she went limp in Janet’s grasp.

Janet made sure Barbara was not going to surface. Then she left her there. She went inside the cabin to wait for me.

When I got there she greeted me with a kiss and a hug. I asked, “Where’s Barbara?”

“Oh, she’s out having a little swim,” Janet told me with a knowing smile.

2-26-20

 

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Brigitte’s beheading 4.4 (85)

Brigitte Bardot loved men. She loved pleasing men. She wanted to please each and every one of them.

It soon became apparent to her there were way too many for her to satisfy individually. She wanted to offer her holes to every man on the planet. But she was only one woman. There was simply not enough of her to go around.

She constantly went out on the prowl, looking for the next man that needed satisfying. But she could only spread herself so far. The task was rewarding, but the objective was overwhelming.

The day was coming when she would no longer have her good looks to attract men. On that day they would turn their backs on her in search of nubile, younger flesh. She could not blame them, but it still made her sad.

She often wondered if there was some way she could be preserved while she still had her youth. She thought about having a love doll created in her likeness. But she wished to provide sexual satisfaction with her own body.

One day she visited a wax museum to look at the images. But they did not seem realistic to her. Something was missing.

At the wax museum she saw the portrayal of Marie Antoinette. Marie was the last queen of France before the French revolution. Convicted by the Revolutionary Tribunal of high treason, she was executed by guillotine.

Maria’s body lay in the guillotine, the neck visibly severed. The head was held aloft in the hand of the executioner. Brigitte noticed the lips parted by the experience of the blade severing the neck.

Her mind turned to naughty things as she studied the head. The mouth was open from shock. A little more and one could conceivably thrust a cock inside.

Brigitte considered the possibility of her head being severed and preserved. With her mouth open, she could accommodate any cock that presented itself. She would simply need to be preserved for all time.

She looked at Marie’s body lying on the bascule. Naturally it was only a wax image. But if the body was real and was also preserved, it too could accommodate multiple cocks.

Brigitte felt a strange rush of excitement. What if her head could be preserved? And what if her body was also preserved for all time to be used for the pleasure of men?

The more she considered it, the more the idea appealed to her. Naturally there would be that nasty business of the blade separating her head from her shoulders. But afterwards, her body could be preserved for centuries, her beauty available for any man to access sexually.

There was a certain finality to what she was considering. On the other hand, it would keep her beautiful while making her immortal. Men the world over could travel to where she was stored to make use of her body. Then they could go home and brag they’d enjoyed the services of the one and only Brigitte Bardot.

She went home and tried to dismiss her thoughts as the ravings of a narcissistic diva. But the more she thought about it, the more it appealed to her. The question was: how could she go about making it happen?

Brigitte did some research. The science of plastination implied the preservation of bodies for decades, if not centuries. Was it possible she could have her head and body prepared in such a way? If so, how would she go about it?

She knew she would have to be careful about it. She did not want her body buried or disposed of. She wanted to be one of those bodies like those displayed in the wax museum, only to be used sexually. The idea of men using her corpse right in the middle of a tour passing through made her quiver from a perverse excitement.

She began to make discreet inquiries. She found a gentleman named Mike Hunt who specialized in the process of plastination. He’d already encased a handful of bodies, several of whom had deliberately chosen beheading.

She traveled to the man’s studio and studied the pieces on display. One female stood encased in glass, her arms outstretched. In her hands was a tray upon which rested her severed head.

Brigitte asked if Mike could prepare her body in a special way. She explained the outcome she desired. She wanted her head and body available for sexual use for many years to come.

Mike told her he believed it could be arranged. Then he asked how she wanted to go about the procedure. Brigitte decided she wanted a man in her pussy at the time of her beheading. No, wait; she preferred him to be in her ass. It would leave her pussy unmolested so Mike could properly prepare it for later.

Mike said he would see to the arrangements. Brigitte asked him if he could make her beautiful. Mike promised her the process of plastination meant her beauty would be on display to satisfy horny men for generations to come.

They discussed a specific time for him to do the deed. She desired to have a cock inside her at the moment of beheading. Mike assured her he would have a gentleman on hand for her execution.

Satisfied, Brigitte traveled home to make final preparations. She told no one of her plans. She didn’t want anyone to try to dissuade her from her objective.

She wanted Mike to put her on display as soon as the plastination process had been completed. Then she wanted him to tell the world. The name Brigitte Bardot would go down in history as the beauty that would satisfy future generations of men the world over.

When the day came she returned to the studio. At first she’d been concerned with having second thoughts about what she was planning. But the more she thought about it, the more excited she became. So she fully committed herself; nothing would sway her decision.

Inside the studio she discovered Mike had built a special trunk of wood upon which she would stretch her head during the beheading. He explained how the trunk would also go on display with her body as the object upon which she’d lost her head. The bloodstains would be visible to all as a sign the blade had truly taken her head.

Mike introduced Brigitte to a large man named Dick. She was told he had a large cock that would stretch her ass nicely. Dick assured her his appendage would leave the appropriate opening for many more “dicks” to cum.

Mike showed Brigitte the sword he’d acquired special for the execution. The blade glistened as Brigitte inspected it. She reached out to touch the edge, only to jerk her hand away the moment Mike warned her the blade was quite sharp. He assured her it would slice cleanly through flesh and bone in one fell swoop.

Brigitte asked if they were going to record the event for posterity. That’s when Mike produced a camera on a tripod. It would make a recording that would play on a loop at the museum where her body would be on display for the sexual use of one and all.

Brigitte suddenly found herself becoming a little frightened her life was about to end. At the same time she experienced an arousal so intense she would have never thought it possible. It was far greater than the arousal she had experienced at going out and picking up men off the street.

Mike kindly asked how much time she needed to prepare. Brigitte told him she wanted to get things started. She did not wish to back out at the last minute. Besides, she was eager to experience what Marie Antoinette had endured during her final moments of life in France.

Mike laughed at her remark. He assured her the Queen had most certainly not experienced a cock up her ass the moment the blade fell. Brigitte smiled as she told him that meant she would have one up on the fair queen.

Brigitte slowly stripped out of her clothes. She was trembling as she stood by the stump she would soon lay her head upon. Then she looked at both gentlemen and smiled.

“I have always serviced the men I’ve encountered. I hope you two will not disappoint me.”

Mike and Dick smiled at her as they undressed, revealing what God had equipped them with. She liked what she saw.

Mike told her, “Not to worry, Miss Bardot. We will enjoy your body before AND after your spirit has departed.” His words made her shiver from a mixture of excitement and dread.

She panted for breath as they helped her kneel by the stump. Mike and Dick stood on either side of her. She reached out to stroke both cocks.

Despite her growing fear, Brigitte had become even more aroused. Her executioners were naked and clearly turned on. If they were horny at seeing her about to be beheaded, imagine how many more men would show up to her display with massive erections and a desire needing to be satisfied!

Mike explained to her she would now give her executioners a blowjob. This aroused Brigitte greatly. She was glad she could suck the cocks of the men who were about to take her head.

They grasped onto her head and took turns fucking her skull. It filled Brigitte with a perverse excitement. She was being forced to suck the cocks of the two men who would soon be responsible for beheading her.

She was not allowed to make them cum. This was a disappointment. Mika assured her they had plans of spunking all over her body after the beheading. This news aroused her greatly.

The two men finally helped Brigitte get into position. Mike stretched her neck out across the stump. Dick moved behind her and knelt down before pushing his cock against her puckered anus.

Brigitte gasped and moaned as he pushed until her sphincter gave way. It was obvious she was not an anal virgin. Dick soon began thrusting in and out of her while grasping onto her hips.

Mike went over and picked up the sword. He was clearly sporting an erection. Brigitte gasped with delight when she saw how aroused he’d become at the prospect of beheading her.

Dick thrust hard into her ass. Brigitte could feel an orgasm coming on strong. Instinctively she reached for Mike’s cock, wanting to pleasure him one last time. But his greatest pleasure would come from removing her head from her shoulders.

She became a little frightened, even as her arousal increased exponentially. For the first time since she’d set things in motion she began to have her doubts. “Mike I think I’ve… wait, I… maybe I’ve changed my mind!”

“Too late for that now, my Queen,” Mike smiled as he motioned grandly. “The Revolutionary Tribunal has found you guilty of sexual perversion. The sentence is death by beheading. As a final humiliation your body will be preserved and put on display to be used by all men for generations to come.”

He grasped onto the sword and lifted it upward, preparing to strike. Brigitte blurted out, “OhmyGAWD!” This was really going to happen!

She opened her mouth to scream as an anal-gasm overtook her. That’s when Mike brought the sword down hard. There was a loud, resounding THUNK.

Brigitte’s head leapt off the stump and rolled onto the floor. Her eyes flew open in shock as her mouth gaped open. That’s when Mike set the sword down before picking up her severed head.

“Taste my arousal, my queen, as your life ends.” Then he thrust his erection between her lips. She could actually taste his erection in her mouth… could even taste the pre-cum on the tip of his shaft.

Brigitte tried to sense what was going on below her neck. She felt nothing. She was disappointed she could no longer feel the way her dying body was shaking from its orgasmic response.

“She’s clenching like crazy!” Dick gasped as he pumped into her spasming ass. “Fuck; she’s milking me dry!”

“And me as well,” Mike added with a smile.

He pulled out of her mouth and turned her head around. Then he thrust through her neck stump. The tip of his cock emerged out of her mouth.

Brigitte stared in disbelief now that she could see it all. She watched Dick fuck her ass while cupping her boobs. Mike then stepped closer to the body with her head impaled on his erection. A moment later his cock began to spurt his seed through the air, splattering her back and severed neck.

Brigitte’s mind registered her final comments. She wanted to be sexually excited, but she felt nothing. Still, she experienced a certain thrill over what they were doing to her dying body.

Consciousness fled away as her expression sagged in death. There was something lewd reflected in her lifeless eyes. It was as though she had loved the way the men had enjoyed her body in her final moments.

Mike and Dick spent the next hour using Brigitte. They fucked all the holes of her cooling corpse. When they were finished it was time to prepare her for the process of plastination.

EPILOGUE

Brigitte was prepared for plastination as per her instructions. She was put on display in a special museum exhibit. Her neck was stretched across the bloodied stump as she knelt with her ass in the air. And her head was placed on a special pedestal in front of her corpse, easily retrievable for any man with an erection.

A nearby monitor looped the video of her beheading over and over. It also displayed the abuse her corpse had received at the hands of Mike and Dick. There were cries of outrage in certain circles. But it wasn’t long before Mike began receiving requests to behead more beautiful women for plastination.

Many others wished to preserve their beauty while making their bodies accessible to generations of men to come. Had she known what would eventually happen the world over, Brigitte might have been disappointed she was not the only one on display. But she probably would have experienced a certain sense of pride over having lead the way to a whole new movement of beauties being on display for the pleasure of men.

2020 (written Apr 23 ’20 by riwa)

(Generously illustrated with Mike Hunt renders.)

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An outrageous pick-up line 4.4 (128)

Brooke saw him at the resort pool every now and then. He stood out because of the way he seemed to spend more time on the bottom than he did at the surface. Apparently he liked to hold his breath.

She was more than a little attracted to his physique. He swam with confidence as though he and the water were intimate friends. It really made her lady parts tingle.

Working at her father’s resort had its advantages. One of them was hooking up with sexy strangers. Now she found herself drawn to this handsome young man.

One day she worked up the courage to talk to him. She wanted to come up with something that would really break the ice. So she walked up to him while he was resting in a lounger.

She lifted up her sunglasses and smiled at him. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” he smiled back.

Brooke suddenly felt self-conscious. So she nervously blurted out, “Tell me. What’s your most outrageous pick-up line?”

“My most outrageous pick-up line?” he asked curiously as he sat up.

“Yeah. What have you got for me?”

He appeared to think about it for a moment. “I don’t think I have one.” Then he smiled at her.

“Wait; how about this? Once, I almost drowned a woman. We were having fun, and I guess we got carried away. So how’d you like me to drown you while we’re getting it on at the bottom of the pool?”

Brooke stood there frozen with disbelief. Of all the responses she could have gotten, she never expected a crazy thing like that! A moment later she turned and self-consciously dove head first into the water.

He chuckled as he shook his head while watching her swim away. “Well… you DID ask. That was the most outrageous thing I could come up with on short notice.” Then he lay back in the lounger and smiled inwardly.

Brooke avoided him for the rest of the day, making herself scarce. But she couldn’t get his words out of her head. She also couldn’t forget his masculine features.

The more she thought about it, the more curious she became. Had he really almost drowned someone while they were getting it on underwater? Or was he just pulling her leg?

A few days later he was back at the resort pool. Brooke found her lady parts tingling again. She wanted to get to know him more intimately. His words kept reverberating in her head, making him appear both dangerous and appealing.

She watched as he swam along the bottom of the pool. Once more, he stayed down for quite a long time. She didn’t think she could hold her breath nearly that long.

She finally dove into the water, quietly following him. Brooke tailed him as he swam along the bottom to the shallow end. He finally popped up near the wall and gasped quietly for breath.

She bucked up her courage and swam up the slope toward him. She made sure he didn’t submerge to avoid her. Then she pulled up and surfaced a few feet away.

“Hello again,” he said with a smile as he recognized her. “I didn’t upset you with my outrageous pick-up line from the other day, did I?”

“No, you didn’t,” she lied. He just smiled as though seeing right through her.

Brooke just had to know. “Did you really almost drown a girl at the bottom of a pool? Or were you just being outrageous like I asked?”

“Oh, it really happened, uh…”

“My name’s Brooke.”

“It really happened, Brooke. Vanessa and I liked to swim and hold our breath a lot. We also liked to have fun with each other underwater, if you know what I mean.” She smiled back at him, pretty sure she knew what he was referring to.

“Anyway, we took a lifesaving course together. We took turns practicing on each other. But she told me the only way to find out just how good we were was if one of us drowned or came really close to it. She wanted to go underwater and see what might happen while we were, uh… you know. So naturally I agreed.”

“She wanted to see what might happen? You mean, while you two were underwater? Underwater doing what?” She suspected she knew the answer.

He smiled as he chose his words carefully, still unsure who he was dealing with. “Well, we enjoyed making each other cum underwater.”

“You mean fucking?”

Paul laughed, concluding he didn’t have to beat around the bush any longer. “Exactly. Vanessa wanted to know what would happen if we pushed things too far and one of us had to revive the other. We were both concerned about the potential consequences, of course. Yet we were pretty sure we could revive each other if it came to that. Besides, I think Vanessa wanted to experience it for herself.”

“One day we were going at it all hot and heavy at the bottom of this ten foot deep pool. We hadn’t really decided this would be the time we would push things. It just sort of happened.”

“Anyway, we were on the bottom of the pool. She was horizontal, hanging onto the ladder face down while I was pounding her from behind. We were wearing our suits in case someone showed up and we had to stop real fast.”

“I waited for Vanessa to break it off or signal her need to go up for another breath. She just kept grunting as she squeezed me with her love-muscle. We were just so into it. And since no one was around, we ended up pushing our breath-holding limits.”

“Vanessa suddenly gurgled as she swallowed water. I was trying to pay attention, so I noticed when she grunted and convulsed. I knew she wanted to experience what it was like to drown. But I couldn’t make myself take the risk.”

“I pulled out and quickly got her up to the surface. She went into quite the coughing spell. I never got the chance to try any kind of resuscitation on her because she had already started to get her breath back.”

“I thought she was going to be mad at me for not watching her more closely. Instead, she was angry I didn’t keep her submerged long enough. She wanted me to pump a load deep inside her until she went limp.”

“She asked what it felt like, fucking her while she was starting to drown. I told her she was really clenching around my cock. But I’d pulled out and rushed her to the surface before I could cum inside her.” Then he paused, wondering how Brooke would react to his story.

She was fascinated by his account of the incident. She also felt vaguely disappointed for some reason. “So you didn’t actually drown her then. You ALMOST drowned her, just like you said.”

“That’s right. This was last summer. Vanessa wanted me to fuck-drown her for real. Then she wanted me to carry her limp body up to the surface and revive her. But we never got the chance to give it another try it. She went off to college in another state. I haven’t seen her since.”

Strangely, Brooke’s lady parts were tingling like crazy. Was it because of his story? He didn’t seem all that dangerous to her. Or was he? Was that why she was feeling so out of breath right now?

She’d never tried sex underwater before. His story made her wonder what it felt like, fucking while holding one’s breath. One certainly couldn’t do it very long without having to come up for air; right?

She was also intrigued by the idea of pushing things a little too far and swallowing water. What would it feel like to drown with a cock inside her? Did she even want to risk letting him do that to her?

“So tell me, uh…”

“My name’s Paul.”

“So tell me, Paul. What’s it like, fucking underwater while holding your breath?”

Paul smiled knowingly at her. “The orgasms are more intense because you’re trying not to drown yourself. Maybe it has something to do with the fact you only have a short time before you run out of air and need to cum as soon as you can. It’s related to erotic asphyxiation.”

He paused as he gave her a questioning look. “Why do you ask? Would you like me to show you?”

Brooke’s heart skipped a beat as her lady parts tingled again. She looked around at the other bodies in the pool as well as those sitting in the lounge chairs at the surface. Then she made her decision.

“Can you come back tonight? Say 10 pm? I can get us access to the resort’s private soaking pool. That way we can do it in there alone with all the privacy we’ll need.”

He nodded with a smile at the thought of fucking this sexy young woman underwater. “Sounds good to me. But don’t worry. I promise not to drown you.”

“Well… I don’t know. What if you, uh… what if you get all caught up in the moment and forget about watching me?”

“Now why would you say a thing like that?” He looked her right in the eyes before adding, “Wait a minute. Are you suggesting you’d LIKE me to get all caught up in the moment and not pay attention?”

Brooke’s heart skipped another beat. Her lady parts were tingling like crazy. All she could do was stammer, “10 pm. Can you make it?”

Paul’s ominous smile made her stomach do back-flips as he told her, “I’ll be here.”

“Great. See you then.”

Brooke abruptly turned before either of them could change their minds. She inhaled deeply. Then she submerged and swam away before the urge to take him right then and there in a public place overcame her sensibilities.

As she swam toward the bottom, she thought about everything he’d said. Two thoughts entered her mind. The first question she had was: was it possible to cum underwater?

The second was much more ominous. Was she making a big mistake scheduling a fuck-session with a man who’d just acknowledged almost drowning a woman while having sex with her at the bottom of a pool? Or was she excited about the possibility of letting him drown her with his cock inside her?

The door was unlocked, so Paul entered the building. The soaking pool was right there. A bottle of wine and two filled glasses sat on the edge.

Brooke was also in the building. She was standing totally naked as though she’d been waiting for him. She smiled shyly at him before climbing into the water.

Paul shed his street clothes. He removed his speedos he’d worn underneath. Then he climbed into the shallow soaking pool with her.

He sat down right next to her in front of the wine bottle and glasses. She leaned in and kissed him. He kissed her back.

He smiled when they came up for air. “You don’t beat around the bush, do you?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon. You have no idea what you’ve done to me.”

“What have I done to you?”

“Nothing a little bit of this won’t fix.”

Brooke reached down and gently stroked his erection. Then she cupped his balls. He twitched in reaction to her touch.

“So what was it about me that made you invite me here tonight? Was it our discussion about me having sex underwater with Vanessa?”

“Maybe,” she breathed as she continued caressing his erection.

“Was it the idea of experiencing an intense orgasm underwater?”

“Possibly.” It felt like she was on fire with a terrible arousal.

“Was it the thought of drowning with my cock inside you?”

“Oh gawd, no… well… maybe.” Then she kissed him again while her hand continued to rub his erection.

They came up for air, but she simply could not keep her hand off his junk. She just kept rubbing it. Then she asked, “You want some wine?”

“Right now I’m not thirsty.”

“Neither am I,” she panted breathlessly as she kissed him hard.

They came up for air again. She looked down at his erection. Then she asked, “Did Vanessa… I mean… did she suck your cock underwater?”

“All the time. She liked seeing how long she could keep me in her mouth while holding her breath.”

“Damn! This is something I really gotta try!”

“Be my guest.”

He smiled as she adjusted her position. Brooke took a deep breath. Then she submerged.

She took Paul’s dick into her mouth. But she got water up her nose. She came up snorting.

She looked at him self-consciously, smiling with embarrassment while coughing and sputtering. “It takes some getting used to,” he explained with a grin.”

“I love a challenge,” she replied before filling her lungs again.

She submerged and took him back between her lips. She bobbed up and down, enjoying the way he twitched in her mouth. His moan at the surface gave her more erotic tingles.

She came up gasping for breath, giving him a curious look. “I think you’ve got the hang of it,” he said with a smile.

Her eyes twinkled as she told him, “I think I can stay down longer.” Then she filled her lungs and submerged again.

She took him back between her lips. Then she started bobbing up and down. Brooke was able to keep the water out of her nose. She was even able to give him some pretty decent suction.

Paul moaned as he put his hand on her head while resting another hand on her back. Brooke eagerly bobbed up and down. Bubbles came out of her nose and around the seal her lips made. She was really starting to get the hang of it now.

She came up panting for breath. “How was that?” she asked, her eyes twinkling lustfully.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

“Nothing like this.” And with that she filled her lungs and submerged again.

Brooke sucked him down, using her hand to help stroke his meat. Then she tried taking him deeper. He moaned as she glubbed up bubbles.

She came up gasping for breath. She kissed him deeply. Then she told him, “I think I need a minute or two.”

“Let me give you some attention while you’re catching your breath.” Then Paul filled his lungs.

He submerged and rolled over onto his back. Brooke straddled his head. Then she centered her womanhood over his mouth.

He dutifully began using his tongue, licking and lapping between the folds of her labia. Brooke gasped and moaned. She grasped onto his head to make sure he hit the right spot, unaware he was stroking his erection.

Bubbles dribbled out of his mouth and nose. They hit her just right, causing even more tingles. Gawd; it felt good!

He was underneath her for the longest time. Damn! How long could he hold his breath?

She was a water-baby at heart. But she hadn’t encountered too many fellas who could outlast her underwater, much less give her oral like this!

She tried not to squeeze his head between her thighs too much. Then bubbles started coming up. That’s when he gave her a polite pat on her ass. She interpreted it as his needing up for a breath.

She shifted in place, allowing him to come back up. Brooke immediately filled her lungs and submerged, taking his cock back between her lips as he sat upright. She felt compelled to return the favor while at the same time seeing just how long she could hold her breath.

She gobbled him down, doing her best to take as much of him down her throat as possible. His moans at the surface indicated she was at the top of her game. She groaned and bubbled, enjoying this far more than she could have possibly imagined.

She pushed herself until her lungs were straining. She let out a huge burst of bubbles before she came back up, gasping quietly for breath. “Not bad,” he said admiringly.

She kissed him deeply. Then she tried to crawl into his lap. She slowly worked his throbbing member deep inside her.

He shifted around underneath her. She was surprised as he submerged a few seconds later. He grasped her wrists as she eagerly rode him in a reverse cowgirl, impressed with his breath-holding abilities.

Brooke took her time, giving him a long, languid fuck. It was erotic as hell, especially the way he released occasional bubbles. The idea he could drown with his dick inside her was an incredible turn-on.

He finally lifted his head up out of the water. Brooke had no idea how long he’d been under. But now she felt like it was her turn to return the favor.

How long could she hold her breath? Could she give him the same pleasure he was giving her? What about this idea of drowning with his cock inside her? For some reason she could not get it out of her head.

She changed positions before climbing back on. She rode him as she put a hand on his chest. “I… I think it’s time for you to fuck me underwater now.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asked. “I don’t want to push you into doing something that makes you uncomfortable.”

“Of course I’m sure! I just rode you while you were holding your breath. It’s only fair you fuck me while I’m holding mine.” Then she kissed him deeply, wondering what she was getting herself into.

“Let’s start with something easy, shall we?”

She eagerly nodded her head. But her heart was hammering in her chest. The fear and excitement were such that it felt like she was already close to cumming.

He turned her around until she was on her knees facing away. He slowly pushed into her from behind. Then she filled her lungs before lowering her head into the water.

Paul thrust into her from behind, enjoying the tightness of her womanhood. Bubbles swirled up as she moaned underwater. Then she came up gasping.

“Gawd; that’s good!” Then she filled her lungs and went right back down. She moaned and bubbled as Paul’s manhood thrust in and out of her.

She stayed down longer before coming up for another breath. Paul gently grabbed her wrists. Brooke did not resist as she filled her lungs and went back down.

Paul thrust harder in and out of her. Brooke winced and moaned, trying to keep her breath in her lungs for as long as possible. Now she wanted to see if she could experience that “intense orgasm” Paul had previously mentioned.

She stayed down longer until her lungs began to strain. It felt incredible! The orgasm heading her way felt stronger than the one she’d received from the last fuck-toy she’d met at the resort.

Paul pumped harder into her from behind. Brooke moaned as she started losing bubbles. She could feel the strain in her chest. But she wanted to remain underwater for as long as possible.

She winced and cried out. Paul thrust even harder. It suddenly swelled until it seemed to totally overwhelm her.

Brooke shuddered as she screamed her breath away. Bubbles billowed to the surface. Paul pumped her a few seconds longer until she was sure she was going to drown. Then he pulled her head up.

Brooke panted like crazy. “Fuck, that was – aahhbrgblrglrugrlblg!” Then she was forced back under the surface, not having had nearly enough time to catch her breath.

Paul pumped her good and hard. Brooke bubbled again, afraid he was going to drown her for real. Then she winced as it swelled within her until a second one overtook her.

A hot wave of pleasure flushed through her body. Brooke bubbled a very weak “FUCK!” Then Paul pulled her head back up.

She gasped like crazy, struggling to catch her breath. “Fuck; I don’t believe it! I just came twi – WAIIITT!”

Back down she went as Paul really pounded her. Brooke bubbled weak and helpless. She’d had no chance whatsoever to get any kind of a decent breath.

The thought of drowning both scared and aroused her. Then her senses dimmed as she climaxed again. It was so intense that she thought she was going to pass out.

A moment later she was at the surface. Paul slipped out of her. Then he guided her into his lap.

Brooke was impaled upon his erection as she panted for breath. “Gawd, that was… that was fucking incredible!”

He smiled as he twitched inside her. She looked at him and said, “You haven’t cum yet, have you?” He just shook his head.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but… how’d you like to cum inside me while I’m drowning?” The way his cock twitched inside her gave her his answer.

“Brooke, are you serious?”

She nodded as she panted for breath, still trying to process the words coming out of her mouth… “Vanessa never drowned for you, did she?”

“She never got the chance; no.”

“Then I want to do it. I’m a jealous bitch; I’m jealous of her now. I want to be able to say I one-upped her. And that means being able to tell her if I ever see her that I’m the one who drowned with your cock inside me.” Another twitch from his cock gave her the tingles something fierce.

“How do you want to do this, Brooke?”

“Your drowning; your choice. Now we’d better do this before I chicken out; ok?”

Paul nodded as she took deep breaths to get ready. Then Brooke went over backward. He split her legs apart, running her right leg up his chest as he slid into her throbbing love-box.

Brooke moaned and bubbled. Gawd; what was she thinking?? She was understandingly frightened, but she was so aroused that she couldn’t make herself change her mind. Besides, Paul was going to revive her; right?

She clenched as he fucked her while she held her breath. Would he actually go through with it? A part of her hoped he might back out at the last second. Yet she really did want to one-up that bitch Vanessa.

He thrust in and out as her chest began to burn. Bubbles trickled out of her mouth. Brooke covered her lips with her hand, hoping to contain as much air in her lungs as possible.

Paul’s erection twitched and throbbed inside her. She could feel the fear and excitement swelling within her. What if she climaxed while she was drowning? Would he like that too?

The strain in her lungs grew worse. Bubbles fizzed out through her fingers. Her stomach hitched as her chest heaved, her breasts wobbling up and down.

She saw him look down on her. Was he going to pull her up at the last second? Or was he going to go through with it? Gawd; she didn’t know what she wanted him to do!

She lost a big burst of bubbles. Instinctively, Brooke started to lift her head up. Paul just pushed down into her chest.

Her eyes opened wide in horror. She shook her head as she lost more bubbles. Then it overwhelmed her.

Brooke shuddered hard in orgasm. It was the most intense climax of her life. For a moment it blotted out her need to breathe. Then it passed.

Her lungs heaved in agony. A moment later they simply gave out. She shook her head and screamed her breath away as she gulped water.

Her eyes opened wide as she reached upward, vainly trying to push him off. A moment later she felt him spurting a load deep inside her. Her body responded with another minor shudder of pleasure.

She kept gulping water as she hitched on her back. It really hurt like hell! Then the pain started to ease a little.

Her expression softened as he gently thrust in and out. She stared up at him in horror. She hitched one last time before going limp underneath him.

She was still conscious. No wait… she was no longer in her body! Somehow she was looking down at him and her drowned body from the side of the soaking pool.

“Keep me down a few moments longer, Paul. I want you to enjoy yourself.” He did not appear to hear her.

He suddenly pulled her up out of the water. He lifted her out and gently laid her down on the side of the pool. Then he began doing CPR.

Brooke suddenly got dizzy. She was no longer standing there looking down on them. A moment later her eyes flickered as her chest heaved.

She blinked before she coughed up a bunch of water. Then she let out a ragged gasp. Paul made sure the water came out of her mouth before lifting her up to his chest.

“Brooke, are you ok?” She coughed a couple of times before trying to nod.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, I was… I was… what was I doing again?” She could no longer remember standing out of her body along the side of the pool.

“Are you ok?”

She coughed and nodded again. “I felt you cum inside me, Paul. Then I had a really intense orgasm. I think I might have had two.”

“Maybe we should get you dried off.”

She nodded again. Then she told him, “I think I’m ready for that glass of wine now.” It had sat along the edge of the pool untouched the entire time.

2021 (written for JustPaul Apr 23 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by vidcaps from a JustPaul animation.)

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Ghost Town Hanging 1-2 4.5 (151)

Part 1

I don’t know what I’m going to do about Olive. I think I’m in over my head. She’s probably going to end up dead. And I’ll stand accused of murder.

That’s not the worst part. We may be directly or indirectly responsible for the future death of another young woman. I just hope when, or if, it happens, the authorities won’t trace it back to us.

You see, I got Olive involved with erotic asphyxiation about seven months ago. We started out with a simple choking during sex. We soon graduated to bagging. Then we went on to strangling.

From there, Olive went right into the hanging fetish with no nudging on my part. One afternoon I went over and discovered she’d set up a noose in her closet. She wanted me to hang her.

I was reluctant, but she insisted. She said she’d do it for real if I didn’t spot her. Thankfully I was pretty good at watching her and getting her down, especially since I insisted on a thicker noose. Her orgasm was so intense that from that point on, she was hooked.

We played around using the noose whenever we could. At first we limited things to her place or mine. But then she became more daring.

She wanted to go out in public and find secret places to rig up a noose. The first time we did it outdoors was when I took her to a national forest. I found a tree shading a boulder and strung her up right there. She promptly climaxed while she was kicking it up, thrilled to be hanged in the great outdoors.

Next we sought abandoned buildings for our plays. She wanted to be some gangster’s moll or a witness to a crime and had to be silenced. So we found an abandoned building on the edge of town, snuck inside and did our thing.

I always try to be careful with her. But it’s never enough with Olive. She just keeps pushing the envelope. I’m afraid one day she’s going to go too far.

She keeps telling me she’s not suicidal. It’s just that the orgasms are so damned good. She always wants more.

One day she told me she’d researched an old ghost town named Bannack. Supposedly there was a gallows in back of a building formerly named Skinner’s Saloon. Once she found out about it, she told me she wanted to go there and be hanged on a real gallows.

Try as I might, I could not talk her out of it. To be honest, I didn’t try all that hard. It’s always incredibly erotic watching her swing. Afterwards, we fuck like rabbits, sometimes with her pretending she’s dead and I’m desecrating her corpse.

Anyway, we packed up the vehicle and drove to Bannack. It was a long, three hour drive. So we made sure to rent a room in a large town an hour away so we could spend the night recuperating and fucking.

We stopped and checked into our room first. The proprietor was an older gentleman, curious about what we were doing in town. Olive told him we were going to drive to Bannack and look at the ghost town.

“Watch out for ghost’s, miss. There were a lot of hangin’s back in the day. They even lynched the sheriff when they found out he was part of a large gang goin’ around plunderin’ and murderin’.”

Olive grinned as she replied, “Oh, we’ll be sure to check out the gallows before we leave.” The old fart sure looked confused by her enthusiasm. I just nudged her while quietly telling her not to go blabbing it around town or it might spoil everything.

We got in the vehicle and drove off to Bannack. Olive became more excited the closer we got. Soon her excitement level soared off the charts. She really wanted to hang from a real gallows used to hang real people.

When we arrived, we discovered a couple of other vehicles in the parking lot. I told her there might be people around and that I wasn’t going to hang her in front of an audience. Besides, there might be children about. I didn’t want to traumatize any young-uns.

“I hope someone does watch me,” she giggled as she nibbled on my ear lobe. “Hanging in front of an audience would be so fucking hot!”

“Darling, you’re hopeless.”

“Better hang me as punishment then.”

We had put our rope and some items into a sack to bring along so it wouldn’t be obvious. Besides, we were both pretty sure there wouldn’t be one in place once we located the gallows. I doubt the state wanted to be responsible for someone hanging themselves either accidently or on purpose. It was just too bad they hadn’t counted on my Olive.

We found the gallows behind the saloon and checked it out. It made Olive positively giddy. Problem was: she wanted to hang naked.

There were tourists wandering around the ghost town. So I had to put my foot down. I couldn’t very well let her hang herself, only for someone with an iPhone to take pictures and then post them all over the Internet.

She grew more impatient as we wandered around the old buildings. She kept whispering in my ear how desperate she was for that family of four to get the hell out of town. She really wanted to hang naked.

We went back to the gallows and loitered around for several minutes. We must have generated some curious looks carrying that sack around with all our toys inside. We finally stashed it in a hiding place near the gallows.

Olive became impatient to the point where she hid in a sheltered spot and removed all her clothes. She dug into the sack and pulled out a pair of hose she wanted to wear. She also slipped into a set of black heels, deciding to add a little class to her dance.

I kept watch near the front of the saloon as she began setting up the noose while she was buck naked. The crazy bitch couldn’t wait any longer. I told her there was still another young couple wandering around. She said she didn’t care; she couldn’t wait any longer.

I watched as that family of four slowly made their way to their vehicle. Then I headed back to the gallows, listening intently. Sure enough, their station wagon roared to life.

“They’re leaving,” I told her. She was already standing on the gallows over the trap. The noose was nice and snug around her throat.

She gave me a lustful smile. I just shook my head. “I should never have taught you how to properly tie one of those things.”

“I’m glad you did. This way I can dance longer.”

“There’s always a chance something might go wrong. What do I do with you then, Olive?”

“Gawd; just leave me here!”

“You mean dressed like that while dangling from the noose?”

“Gawd; don’t fucking tempt me!”

“If you don’t survive, you silly bitch, you’ll never get to experience your fantasy again. You’ll never find another gallows or another place in the great outdoors like this ghost town.”

“I know; I know. Now get your ass up here and pull the lever. I think this trap still works.”

I looked at her and smiled. “Arms tied behind your back, tied in front, or left free?” It was a dumb question, being as how she hadn’t pulled anything else out of the sack besides the noose.

“Free to start with. I’m so fucking horny I’m going to pop! I want to touch myself this first time.”

“What do you mean, ‘first time’?”

“Will you just hang me already?”

I closely examined the way she’d strung the rope up. I mentally calculated how I was going to have to get her down. A moment later a strange female voice cried out, “Ohmygawd!”

Olive and I turned at the same time. That young couple was standing just inside the backdoor to the saloon. Their eyes were open wide in shock and horror.

Olive blushed deeply. We’d been caught before I could carry out her punishment. It was probably just as well.

“Time to get you down,” I murmured with a sense of regret. To be honest, I was looking forward to hanging her.

I thought she would instinctively cover her private parts. Instead, she looked lustfully in their direction. Then she hissed, “Do it, lover! Hang me!”

“Are you crazy…?”

“DO IT!”

I looked again in their direction. Then I loudly proclaimed, “Olive Thomas, for poisoning the Sheriff’s wife, I sentence you to hang by the neck until you are dead.”

I grabbed the lever, looking right at that young couple again. The female looked horrified. The male had this look of disbelief in his eyes. Then I pulled the lever.

The trap successfully fell away. It caught Olive totally by surprise. At least she didn’t fall very far through the trap. She’d made sure there wouldn’t be much of a fall with how short she’d tied the noose.

The young woman let out a cry of horror. The young man simply stared in shock. I was shamefully hard as a rock inside my trousers.

At first Olive began to kick. She’d been hanged many times before. But she acted differently with this one.

Maybe it was the shock of dropping a little. Most of our hangings had used a hoist method. Then again, maybe it was the realization she was being watched by strangers.

She began to swing back and forth as she rasped for breath. Then it was as though consciousness returned. I think her brain reminded her why she was there in the first place… and that she had an audience to boot.

She looked right at me as she swung back and forth. She twisted until she was staring at that young couple. They were staring back incredulously.

Olive actually reached down and began rubbing her crotch with one hand. She used the other to cup and fondle her boobs. She gently swung and twisted as the rope creaked from her weight.

I was so hard that my dick hurt inside my trousers. I really wanted to take it out and give it some space to breathe. But I didn’t dare, not with that couple looking on.

Olive humped and gyrated as she masturbated while fucking the air. It was incredible to watch. I’ve never seen anyone so lustfully addicted to swinging in a noose as my Olive.

She did a little bit of a bunny-hop while struggling in the coil. It was our thickest material designed to prevent serious injury despite the inherent risks. It was also made of hemp because she liked the way it scratched her throat.

Olive suddenly spread her legs apart as she fingered herself. She grunted and gurgled as she shimmied in the noose while furiously playing with herself. Then she squirted, her cum spewing down through the opening in the trap.

I decided that was more than enough for a first time, especially if she was crazy enough to want to go again. I wasn’t sure a second hanging was all that wise an idea. But Olive was a hard one to talk out of anything once she’d put her mind to it.

I rushed over and loosened where she’d secured the rope. I held on as I grabbed her and pulled her away from the opening. But I lost my balance and went over backward.

She ended up falling on top of me. I heard her panting quietly as she tried to catch her breath. Then she went into little hitches as she winced and moaned… “Gawd, I… I can’t stop cumming!”

She finally settled down. Then I remembered our voyeurs. I turned to see they were still standing there.

“You finally got your audience,” I said quietly. But I made sure it was loud enough for them to hear. What was the point trying to be quiet now?

“Gawd; it was so hot!” she panted. Then she looked in their direction before adding, “They haven’t left or anything. Maybe they’re curious. Let’s invite them over!”

2020 (written Nov 16 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by a render I found that I included. My compliments to whoever created it.)

Note: I’ve decided to add a bonus chapter for you.

Part 2

I turned to look in their direction. I thought for sure the young couple would simply leave, totally freaked out by what they’d seen. At least I hadn’t seen them taking any pictures.

They just stood there in stunned silence. I don’t know if it was due to shock or awe. But they never made a move either way.

“Aren’t you going to invite them over?”

“I think they’re too stunned to move. They might bolt if I call out to them.”

“They can stay if they want. Just get the trap back up so I can go again.”

“You don’t have to be so loud about it.”

“I don’t care if they stay or not.” Then she called out, “You two can stay and watch me hang again if you want!”

They both jumped at her words. I thought for a moment that might cause them to leave. But they continued to stand just inside the back doorway to the saloon.

I shook my head as I muttered, “Crazy broad.” Then I went under the gallows to secure the trap back into position.

Olive climbed down and went over to the sack hidden out of sight. I saw her reach in and pull out a set of cuffs. Then she pulled out a large, pink dildo.

I was astonished. “Holy hell! You want to hang right in front of them with that thing up your twat??”

“Why not? My hands are going to be cuffed behind my back. I’m horny for more, baby!”

Olive climbed back up onto the gallows. I came out from underneath, having secured the trap. That’s when I caught her removing her hose and heels.

“Birthday suit?” I asked incredulously. “Now you’re going to hang totally naked in front of them?”

Olive giggled as she replied, “Our guests deserve the complete package. I’m naked already, other than the hose and heels. Besides, I’m so fucking horny knowing they’re over there watching me.”

I climbed back up and reattached the noose so it dangled over the trap. Olive stood directly behind it, allowing it to frame her face. I wanted it to be at a level where it wouldn’t break her neck when she dropped again.

The couple stood quietly in the doorway to the saloon. They were clearly astonished Olive was going to hang again. They were also probably curious about the toys she’d brought out with her.

Olive told me, “I want the dildo deep up my twat, lover. This time I’m not going to be able to play with myself using my hands since I’m going to be cuffed. ‘Lionel’ should be more than enough to push me over the edge. After all, he’s done it several times before.” She giggled as she hefted the toy for emphasis.

I shook my head at her audacity. She didn’t care in the slightest we had a private audience. I think she was more turned on by their presence than anything else.

I looked to confirm the couple was still standing there. The young woman had blonde hair that went down to her protruding breasts. She wore a white blouse with a pastel mint-green skirt that stopped just above her knees.

Her companion was in a light blue tank top and shorts. His hair was short and blonde. I got the impression they were from some European country, perhaps here on vacation.

I finished securing the rope. Then I drew close to my girlfriend. I got a playful grope in my crotch, confirming my cock was stiff and throbbing.

Olive grinned as she chuckled. “You should be naked when you hang me. Besides, I think ‘Oliver’ needs to be let out to breathe.”

Her and her nicknames for things. I just rolled my eyes. Then I shook my head as I quietly told her, “I don’t think so.”

Immediately she turned toward that young couple. “Hey! You don’t care if my lover is naked when he hangs me again, do you?”

“Olive??” I was mortified.

She laughed as I looked over at them. Neither one uttered a word of protest. They didn’t move so much as an inch either. Were they really all that curious about us??

Olive urged me with an excited nudge. “Quick, before more tourists show up. I want you to be naked when you hang me. I want to see ‘Oliver’s’ excitement. Besides, I don’t think they care.”

“Damn you!”

“Just do it!”

I shook my head again as I hurriedly undressed. I must admit it felt good to bring ‘Oliver’ out of confinement. He was stiff and dripping.

She handed over the toy and cuffs. She’d been holding them in her hand the entire time. “Do it!” she quietly begged. “Make a show of it; ok? C’mon, lover! You have no idea how turned on I am right now! Do it right in front of them!”

I took the cuffs and toy from her. I looked right at that couple as I jerked an arm behind her back. Then I clatched a cuff onto her right wrist before bringing the other arm around in back and securing them together.

The young duo continued to stare at us in amazement. They didn’t seem quite as frightened as before. I think they’d mostly overcome their shock and were simply curious to see just how crazy us Americans acted things out right here in Old West ghost towns.

I pulled the noose down around Olive’s head. I’d tied it a bit high, and she had to rise up a little on her feet for me to get it around her throat. Then I snugged the knot next to her left ear.

She suddenly called out, “You two can come closer if you want! Come and watch this slut hang!” I just winced at her words.

All sorts of negative thoughts surged through my head. How much trouble were we going to find ourselves in if we kept this up? Would the young couple report us to the authorities?

To my surprise they stepped out of the doorway and came closer. Olive gasped excitedly for breath. Apparently they really wanted to watch me hang her again.

“You asked for it,” I muttered under my breath. Then I pushed ‘Lionel’ against her opening, twisting it to get it started. She gasped and moaned as she wriggled upon the trap.

“How about you, lover?” she gasped with a whimper. “Is ‘Oliver’ excited too?”

“Do you need to ask?” Then I pressed my erection into her ass for confirmation, making her moan again.

The young couple had drawn closer. They had a great view of the two of us standing naked on the gallows. There was certainly no point holding anything back now.

I was strangely aroused as I ran my hands all over Olive’s bare skin. She gasped and moaned as I groped her boobs before fingering her swollen nub. She stared at our guests before moaning, “Oh fucking hell, John! Just do it already!”

I walked over to the lever out of her line of sight as before. I paused to look at that couple for a long moment. Then I loudly proclaimed, “For being such a fucking whore, I sentence you to hang by the neck until you are dead. May God have mercy on your soul, because I sure as hell won’t!”

Olive inhaled sharply. I think she actually started to orgasm. Then I pulled the lever.

The trap folded away underneath her with a loud noise. Olive cried out as she dropped a couple inches. I prayed the drop, like last time, wouldn’t be enough to cause permanent damage.

Right away she began to kick and struggle. She shimmied and gyrated like a dangling snake as her hands jerked and flexed behind her back. Then she humped the air as though enthusiastically fucking ‘Lionel’.

That young couple stared in complete and utter shock. I was sure the male was sporting a noticeable bulge. To my surprise, his golden haired companion instinctively reached down and self-consciously grabbed her crotch through her skirt.

Olive let out a rasp as she swung back and forth. She really writhed and gyrated as she kicked a little. Seeing the couple staring at her in wide-eyed wonder only seemed to turn her on even more.

I walked around toward the side of the gallows so she could see me standing there observing her dance. I grabbed my erection and visibly stroked myself. Olive went nuts as she kicked and shuddered even more.

I stroked hard and fast. I finally shot my load in her direction. It fell through the opening in the trap, although I think a couple drops hit her legs.

She gushed fluid as she climaxed hard. That’s when I rushed over to the rope and freed the knot where I’d secured it. I tried to maintain the tension as I reached out to grab her, hoping the two of us wouldn’t tumble through the trap and break our necks.

Once more she fell on top of me. We both landed rather hard. Then I rushed to loosen the noose from around her throat.

She hitched and shuddered on top of me as she rasped, “OH GAWDDDDDD – FUCK! Take it out – take it out!”

I pulled the toy out of her, allowing her to begin to settle down as I held on to her. She panted heavily as the two of us struggled to get our breath back. Then I looked over at our private audience.

They were still standing there in amazement. The female seemed to be panting as though trying to get her breath back. Her companion stared at us in utter disbelief.

The young woman finally spoke in a quivering voice. “I… I can’t believe you hanged her twice!”

“Olive is crazy,” I explained. “It’s sort of a fetish with her. We’ve played games like this many times before. But lately she’s been wanting to find a real gallows out in the great outdoors.”

“The orgasms are incredible!” Olive added as she panted for breath. Then she winced as she gasped, “Fuck; another aftershock!” She whimpered as she shuddered briefly before settling down again.

The young man asked, “Isn’t that a little dangerous?”

Olive smiled back at him. “I keep telling John to hang me and leave me dangling somewhere. But I think he’s too much in love with me for that. Maybe someday though. I’m still hoping.”

“It’s very risky,” I added as I scowled at her. I noted their accents were clearly American. “I keep telling her it’s not a good idea. But she just keeps pushing the envelope.”

Olive giggled. “Who knows? Maybe someday they’ll read about me.”

“Darling; you are so fucking crazy!”

“So why do you keep sticking around and humoring me? You get so damned hard whenever you hang me, and you know it! It turns you on just as much as it arouses me.”

“How dangerous?” the young woman suddenly asked from out of the blue. I could see a questioning look in her expression.

“Ashlynn, what are you doing?” Her companion frowned at her as though sensing what she had in mind.

She turned to look at him. “Aidan, I just want to know is all. There’s no one else around, is there? Besides, they did it!” and she pointed right at us.

She looked at us for a long moment. Then she quietly asked, “Would it be possible? Could you… I mean… would you help me experience a hanging for myself?”

2020 (Written Dec 27 ’20 by riwa)

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One orgasm too many 4.5 (70)

Adele was restless. She was exhausted, but she couldn’t seem to nod off. It occurred to her that a good orgasm might help her fall asleep.

She thought about calling her boyfriend. But it was late. As much as he probably would have been willing to come over, she didn’t want to disturb him at this hour, especially if he was already in bed.

Wearing only her nylons, she walked to the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. She was careful not to drink anything that might keep her awake. She knew better than to consume any caffeine.

She walked back through the house, pausing to look at the dining room. Her eyes drifted upward to the hook in the ceiling. Normally it contained a dangling plant. But that was before she’d enjoyed that recent session with the noose.

Adele studied the hook, remembering the orgasms from last time. She’d damn near strangled herself. But the orgasms had been fantastic. What’s more, she’d fallen asleep barely a minute after her head had hit the pillow.

Adele found herself going to the closet and retrieving the noose she’d used from last time. She went back to the dining room, pausing to collect the wooden stool. Something told her this might not be the smartest idea, especially after last time. But she just couldn’t sleep.

She climbed the stool and threaded the rope through the hook in the ceiling. Then she leaned into it, testing her weight. The hook seemed solid as before, not that she intended to strain it that much.

Adele looped the noose around her neck, snugging it up tight. She left the other end dangling free. Then she started touching herself all over.

She imagined she’d been condemned to hang naked for her crimes in medieval France. It was probably because she’d fucked someone she wasn’t supposed to. It gave her some nice tingles as she thought about it.

Adele grabbed the loose end of the rope. Then she gave it a pull. Her tingles increased as she partially strangled herself.

She worked her button as she tried to choke herself. It felt pretty damned good. But she wanted a little bit more.

She looked up toward the ceiling, studying the hook. Then she removed the noose from around her neck. It was time to carry things just a little bit further.

She tied the rope off, adding a sense of danger to her play. Then she climbed back onto the stool. She had to stretch upward on the balls of her feet in order to loop the noose back around her neck.

Adele touched and fingered herself as she felt the coil tighten around her throat. She bent her knees a little, adding some strangulation to her play. It gave her pussy an urgent tingle.

Yup; this was going to work just fine. It was just what she needed to tire herself out. A couple of orgasms, and she’d be out like a light.

Adele thrust a couple of fingers into her dripping slit. Now she was sufficiently aroused. It felt wonderful, imagining herself condemned to death by suffering through a painful strangulation in the noose.

She worked a little cum out of her trembling form. Adele sighed with pleasure. That had felt good. But she wanted something a little stronger before she went back to bed.

Adele reached up and carefully worked the noose off from around her neck. Then she climbed down off the stool. She had something in mind that should help give her a more impressive orgasm.

She went to the bedroom and opened a drawer. There she retrieved her pink vibrator. She’d gotten off to it many times before. Tonight, the noose would help it intensify her pleasure.

She took it back with her to the dining room. Once more she climbed up onto the stool, the vibrator in hand. Then she grabbed the noose, stretched herself up, and looped it back around her neck.

She tightened it until it felt nice and snug. The tingles returned in a rush. This time she was sure the orgasms would sufficiently exhaust her.

She turned on the toy and began vibrating it back and forth across her swollen nub. It made her inhale sharply. Her pussy dripped as she gasped and moaned.

She held off inserting the vibrator inside her. She wanted to wait until she’d given herself a few clitoral orgasms. Then she would cum powerfully once she slid the toy inside her.

Adele rubbed the toy back and forth over her protruding nub. It gave her erotic tingles something fierce. Clit stimulation was usually needed during her sexual sessions, either by herself or with a lover.

She could feel the first one rapidly approaching. She bent her knees, allowing the noose to tighten around her throat. The asphyxiation was enough to set her off.

She shuddered in orgasm, wincing with pleasure. Then it passed. She stood erect, panting loudly for breath.

She only paused a moment before attacking her clit again. Once more she rubbed the toy back and forth over it. Then she dutifully bent her knees, imagining she was hanging for the crime of fucking the king’s son.

The noose tightened as her pussy dripped and throbbed. Adele edged for as long as she could hold it back. Then she shuddered again as another orgasm swept through her.

She stood upright, panting heavily for breath. Now the noose felt uncomfortably snug. One or two more and she would get down, go to bed, and be off with the fairies in blissful slumber.

She turned the vibrator up as she slid it into her wet opening. She heard it squish as she worked it in and out. The vibrations drove her wild.

She gasped and moaned as she writhed upon the stool. Once more she bent her knees, allowing the noose to gloriously constrict around her throat. The asphyxiation was intoxicating.

She rasped as the noose tightened. A moment later she shuddered hard in orgasm. Damn; that had been a good one!

She thought about ending her little session. Things were going so well. She’d cum pretty hard during that last one.

Now she was getting tired. But she loved the orgasms generated by the toy and the rope. She figured one more ought to just about do it.

She worked her swollen nub with the vibrator, moaning as tingles ricocheted through her body. Her pussy was slickened from her flowing juices. Fluids ran down her nyloned legs while also dripping onto the stool.

She slid the sex toy up into her slit. The vibrations drove her half-mad. It felt absolutely wonderful!

She winced as she pushed the toy in deep. The vibrator came in contact with her g-spot. Adele shuddered violently with pleasure.

‘One more,’ she told herself as she tried to catch her breath. That one had felt so good that she wasn’t ready to stop. Just one more orgasm.

Adele felt the discomfort from the tightened noose around her neck. She moved her feet to ease the strain as she started to slide the toy back inside. That’s when her foot slipped on a slick spot on the stool.

She reacted instinctively by jerking in the opposite direction. Her feet slipped again as the stool went over. That’s when she lost her hold on the vibrator.

In an instant, the noose took her full weight. Her throat was all but closed off. Her eyes flew open in surprise at the situation she found herself in.

Her feet kicked as she searched for the stool beneath her. But it was lying on its side. She couldn’t reach it with her toes.

Instinctively she reached up to grab for the rope around her throat. Adele began to shimmy and shake as it swelled within her. She was going to cum again, but she needed to breathe!

Without even thinking, a hand went down to finger her button. She was on the verge of a massive orgasm. She couldn’t breathe, but she was so damned close!

Her chest heaved as she tried to take a breath. Her need to survive outweighed her desire to cum. Her hands reached up to claw at the noose around her throat. Then the orgasm hit full-on.

Adele shimmied and shuddered as her knees jerked upward. It had the unfortunate effect of tightening the noose until it closed off her throat. Her last orgasm was so powerful that it battered her senseless.

Her arms dropped to hang limp at her sides. She found herself struggling to regain consciousness, and her vision was failing. She couldn’t feel anything beneath her hips anymore.

Muscles fired as her arms twitched haphazardly. Adele tried to reach up for the noose around her throat. But her hands refused to function.

She sensed more than felt her bladder giving way, urine dribbling onto the dining room floor. She had a mess she was going to have to clean up in the morning. But she was so tired. Why couldn’t she breathe??

For a brief moment she had clarity of mind. The last thought that went through her head was, “Uh-oh. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone for that last or—” Then consciousness faded away as she gently swayed and twisted in the noose.

 

Her eventual discovery would cause a debate between those who knew her as to whether or not her hanging was accidental or deliberate. The vibrator lying on the floor would only add fuel to the discussion.

2021 (written April 14 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the cartoon by Smigca I found and included as an illustration. Bonus illustration by Gallows Girl Amy.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.8 (10)

Another chapter to Donna’s shore leave.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
Another chapter to the Legend of Whittaker Manor.
A bathtub surprise.
Flirting goes wrong.
The tidal stakes on Santamos Island are used.
She teases her step-brother, and it backfires.
An afternoon smoke and a soak (no joke).
Apnea girl rides the wheel.
He’s there for an exchange of souls in the pool.
Janet has a very special noose scene in a movie.
And anything else I might choose to post next month.

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

There are certainly a lot of things happening in the world around us. Some of them spark story ideas. But often, I find myself thinking, “I don’t want to write that story.”

Sometimes, it’s a negative thought. Sometimes, it’s a lot of negative thoughts. I can feel it affecting me; I can actually feel my stomach wanting to twist into knots. So I mentally tell myself, “I don’t want to write that story.”

Losing my lease? I don’t want to write that story. Something bad happening to mom? Don’t want to write that story. Something bad happening to me? Don’t want to write that story either. A food shortage meaning I might run out of food? I don’t even want to write that story. And what about something bad happening to people I care about… there goes my stomach into knots again from all that worrying.

If this is affecting me, I suspect it may be affecting some of you as well. There are verses in the Bible that are written for things like this. They often help calm me down. I’ll share them here with you on the off-chance some of you may need a little bit of encouragement not to worry so much. After all, worrying is bad for your health; right? So I’ll share them here as my way of saying “try not to worry as much as I seem to want to” and “thank you so much for being my patrons”.

Luke 12:25-31
New International Version
25 Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? 26 Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?
27 “Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 28 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith! 29 And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. 30 For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. 31 But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.

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Synchro Tryout 3 4.5 (117)

Cyndi Jacobs skulled at the surface of the pool in the deep end. She waited patiently as she got her breath back, expecting to be called back down. But there was no command from assistant coach Rick Riley over the underwater sound system.

Her body thrummed from her recent orgasm. She’d just experienced it while being upside down holding her breath on the pool bottom. She had even fingered herself for Riley’s amusement.

What was he going to make her do now? Had she earned a tryout in front of Coach Johnson? If Rick said a girl was good enough, it usually meant the appointment with the head coach was mostly a formality.

Should she break from skulling at the surface? She peered down into the water, trying to see into the observation window. But it was dark, revealing nothing.

Cyndi took a chance by doing a little practice routine. She skulled upside, holding her legs straight up as she held her breath. Then she allowed herself to descend.

She got enough of a look inside the observation window to see the room beyond was empty. There was no sign of Coach Riley. Where the hell had he gone? That didn’t mean her tryout with him was over, did it?

She slowly did a roll as she headed for the surface. If he was watching from somewhere, she wanted him to think she was serious about this tryout. Then she came up and took a breath.

“What’s the matter, Jacobs? Can’t get enough of holding your breath?”

She turned to see the assistant coach standing at the shallow end on the edge of the pool. She began swimming toward him. That’s when he barked, “Back to the wall, Jacobs! Swim to me underwater!”

‘Hardass,’ she thought irritably as she turned and swam back to the wall. She filled her lungs and submerged.

Cyndi kicked off the wall and began pulling with her arms. She wasn’t sure Riley was giving her a tryout as much as he was using her for his own sadistic amusement. But she really wanted to make the Aquastars synchro team.

She looked up right before she reached the wall. It was a good thing she did. She almost ran into Coach Riley who was now standing in the water.

She came up panting for breath as he asked, “You like being underwater; eh, Jacobs?”

“Yes, coach; I really do. That’s why I want to be on this team.”

“Can you hold your breath long enough?”

For a moment she was indignant. She’d just held her breath three minutes while fingering herself and cumming for his benefit out in the deep end! Hadn’t he been watching??

“Yes, coach,” she nodded meekly. Being submissive was probably her best response. Any kind of smart remark might jeopardize her tryout.

“Prove it!”

He pushed down on her head. Cyndi was forced to her knees. She released a few bubbles as she settled in holding her breath.

Another forced breath-hold. Great; just great! Was this a tryout for the team or for his own personal, sadistic pleasures?

Cyndi decided she had nothing to lose. She really wanted to make the synchro team. If submitting to Coach Riley’s sadistic amusements got her there, then she was 100% committed to that.

As she held her breath, she could not help seeing a noticeable bulge in coach’s trunks. She was pretty sure it was all on her account. But she was not the least bit offended. If turning him on meant making the team, then by all means… bring it on!

She could feel the strain in her lungs. Cyndi began to lose bubbles out of her mouth and nose. Coach was really keeping her down a long time!

He suddenly let go of her head. Cyndi shot up gasping for breath. Coach pointed at the far wall and demanded she swim over and back on one breath.

Cyndi nodded as she inhaled deeply. Then she submerged. She launched herself off the wall, pulling with her arms.

It was not a long swim. But it was long enough after not getting enough surface time to catch her breath. She would have to prove to coach she was not a risk for shallow-water blackout.

She reached the wall, did a flip and then kicked off with her feet without surfacing. Cyndi made the swim back. But she could feel it in her lungs when she came up for a breath right in front of coach.

“Another breath-hold, Jacobs! Make yourself useful!” Then he pushed down on her head.

‘Make herself useful??’ Was that a command or a suggestion? Cyndi wasn’t sure.

She saw the tempting bulge right in front of her. It certainly couldn’t hurt her chances, could it? Was that what he was implying? Cyndi decided to chance it by working his trunks down.

She grabbed onto the erection that sprang free. Then she started licking the tip. She mouthed and played with it, deciding maybe it was her turn to tease him for a while.

His hands came off her head. He was no longer forcing her. Instead, a hand rested on her shoulder, gently pushing her down.

She licked the tip of the shaft, feeling his cock twitch in her grasp. Cyndi lustfully ran a hand over her left breast. Now she was getting somewhere!

She could feel her arousal well up inside her. She didn’t mind so much being forced to “practice” like this. Besides, it was a lot easier than holding one’s position upside down while keeping one’s legs and toes ramrod straight.

She stayed down while teasing him, using her lips and tongue without taking him into her mouth. She heard a sigh from up at the surface. It made her smile inwardly.

He suddenly jerked her up to the surface. “Another lap, Jacobs! Underwater to the wall and back!”

“Yes, coach.”

Cyndi filled her lungs before submerging. Damn him! Just when she was really making him twitch!

She made it to the wall and did a flip without surfacing for a breath. Her lungs were hurting when she got back. She burst up and gasped loudly for breath.

“Another breath-hold, Jacobs!”

“Yes, coach.”

Cyndi submerged to her knees. Instantly she grabbed onto his exposed shaft. It had softened a little, but she knew how to take care of that.

She licked and nibbled, teasing him some more. She felt him twitch in her grasp. Now she had some sort of control over him, or at least a certain part of him.

She licked and nibbled as she gently stroked him. He quickly became nice and hard. Now she was the one doing the “coaching”, training his little member to submit.

He tried to thrust a little. She just backed off. When he stopped thrusting, she went back to licking the tip of his shaft.

Cyndi felt a surge of erotic tingles flow through her. Now this was how a private training session was supposed to go! She could easily get into these kinds of practice sessions.

She delayed taking him into her mouth. He’d pushed her a lot this afternoon. She was bound and determined to get in a little payback of her own.

He looked down at her as she came off his erection. “Is that the way it’s going to be, Jacobs? Then give me another lap!” He was half-smiling when he said it.

She popped up and gasped sharply. “Coach, I need to catch my…”

“Now, Jacobs!”

Cyndi crammed as much air into her lungs as possible. Then she submerged and kicked off the wall. Damned hardass!

She swam to the end, turned around and came back, her lungs straining the entire time. She burst up right in front of him, panting like crazy. She could see the look of frustration in his expression.

Cyndi could not help grinning a little. “Something funny, Jacobs?” Then he forced her below the surface.

Coach Riley grabbed her head. Then he thrust his cock hard between her lips. Cyndi gagged up bubbles as she took him deep, grabbing his ass to hold on.

There would be no more opportunities to tease the assistant coach. Had she tried his patience a little too much? Cyndi wasn’t sure.

She applied suction as he hit the back of her throat. She could feel herself running out of breath. It felt like he was fucking the air right out of her lungs.

She tried not to release any more bubbles as he kept her submerged. The strain intensified in her chest.

He suddenly pulled her head up out of the water. Cyndi came up gasping and sputtering. “Give me another lap underwater, Jacobs!”

She was not given much time to catch her breath. Cyndi crammed as much air into her lungs as she could. Then she submerged and kicked off the wall.

She made the swim all the way to the deep end of the pool. Her kitty was throbbing, her mouth tingling from the delicious man-meat she’d been feasting upon mere moments ago. Now she wanted to make him cum, no matter what the hell he forced her to do!

She made the turn and swam the return length underwater. She reached Coach Riley and burst up gasping for breath. He just forced her right back down, ramming his cock deep down her throat.

Cyndi grabbed his ass and accepted his meaty member. She could feel him thrust hard and deep into her mouth. She tried not to gag as he hit the back of her throat.

She hadn’t gotten much of a breath after her swim. He was certainly pushing her pretty hard. Her pussy throbbed from the abuse he was putting her lungs through.

He pulled her up until she came up gasping for breath. “You gotta want it, Jacobs!” Was he referring to a spot on the team? Or was he referring to his man-snot?

He pushed her back down onto her knees. Then he began ramming his dick down her throat. Cyndi glubbed up bubbles as she grunted from each thrust.

She grabbed onto his ass and held on. She was going to ride this out all the way to the end. Coach was going to learn she was fully committed and would do whatever it took.

He pulled her up for another breath. Cyndi gasped loudly. “Gimme another lap, Jacobs!”

Cyndi frantically filled her lungs. She swam the length of the pool, hit the wall and made the return on one breath. He was not giving her any chance whatsoever to catch her breath.

She had barely returned and was gasping aloud when he forced her back down onto her knees. He pumped her mouth good and hard until she felt him start to swell between her lips. It filled her with a surge of excitement despite her heaving lungs.

It started jetting into her mouth. Cyndi kept it all inside as she moaned with excitement. Then she slowly pulled off his dick.

She looked up at him and opened her mouth. His cream swirled out as she caressed her breast. Then she smiled as if to say,” How about that, coach?”

She stayed down for as long as she could. He pushed down on her head until she was losing her breath in huge bursts of bubbles. Then he pulled her head up.

She gasped aloud as he pulled his trunks back up. “I’ll be talking to Coach Johnson later today, Jacobs. I think I’m going to tell him I found a new girl who shows all the marks of an eager teammate, willing to do whatever it takes.”

“Thanks, coach,” she panted with a smile.

She watched him climb out of the pool. He got a towel and dried himself off as much as possible. Then he left her alone in the water.

Cyndi was horny after such a crazy workout. She still had the pool to herself. There was still time.

She swam to the deep end where she took several deep breaths, preparing for a long one. Then she submerged. Cyndi went all the way to the bottom.

She flipped herself upside down and then hooked her feet in the ladder. Cyndi Jacobs furiously masturbated. She was desperate for a release as she worked her crotch.

It wasn’t long until she experienced a celebratory orgasm for earning a place on the team. It left her feeling weak and wonderful. That’s when she decided to head back to the surface and call it a day.

2020 (written Nov 13 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by vidcaps from a clip created by JustPaul)

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