Shelly in Cancun 7 3.8 (15)

Posted on April 5, 2023 by riwa

Chapter 7 – Mischief-makers

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

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

SHIT! WHERE THE HELL IS IT??

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Pat’s gasper-girls 4.5 (51)

Posted on March 31, 2023 by riwa

End of the month bonus repost story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Inspired by the picture from sexandsubmission.com)

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Snuff Teri 5.0 (Ch 7 Lesbian Teri hangs) 4.3 (26)

Posted on March 30, 2023 by riwa

The next display opened up. But there was no one there. All I saw was what looked like a young woman’s makeup room with a door on one end.

On the wall near the door was a cosmetician’s mirror. A long table contained brushes, makeup and hand mirrors. A rather ornate wooden chair with a fancy cushion and decorative backrest was pushed up to the table.

A full-length mirror with a fancy carved wooden frame stood away from the rest of the objects. I found it odd that it stood so far away. That’s when I noticed a hangman’s noose dangling from above, not far from the full-length mirror.

I looked at it with growing curiosity. Then I looked at ‘Microkini Teri’ as my cock started to stir. She just smiled coyly at me.

She giggled, “We’re missing someone; aren’t we, Master? If you’ll excuse me, I won’t be but a moment.”

She walked over to the door and opened it. Then she disappeared through it. I was more than a little confused.

The door reopened with virtually no time passing. Teri stepped on through. She was helping to escort her blindfolded twin sister.

Her lookalike wore a black, lacy garter that clipped onto a pair of sheer, black nylon hosiery. She stood upon black, spiked heels, appearing a little unsteady in them. She wore no bra or nylons.

I got a good view of her crotch. I could tell her pussy was glistening. They were in mid-conversation when they emerged through the door.

“… careful now; I’m none too steady in these things.”

“You’re doing fine, honey. Not to worry. You’ve got me drooling over you right now.”

Her unsuspecting twin giggled. Then she asked, “Why do you have me blindfolded?”

“It’s a surprise, honey. You’re gonna love it.”

“Did I have to leave my panties off? Damn, baby! I’m positively dripping here!”

“I know it, honey. Actually you’ve got me dripping too.”

“I can’t stand the suspense! Where are you taking me?”

“Steady now; we’re almost there. We’re just going to do this in your makeup area.”

‘Microkini Teri’ steadied her twin until she was facing the full-length mirror. Then she removed the blindfold. Her replica looked at her reflection in the mirror, admiring herself.

“You look sexy,” my escort told her. “Just look at you.”

I didn’t know how to refer to her. Apparently they were programmed to be lovers? I decided I could roll with that.

‘Lesbian Teri’ giggled again. Then she caught sight of me standing there naked, my cock hardening. Her smile faded almost immediately as she pointed at me.

“Who the hell is that? What is HE doing here?! I don’t do men, baby. You know I’m a confirmed lesbian.”

“I know that, honey,” my Teri purred at her. “But you’ve got to admit you’re turning him on something fierce. It’s too bad he won’t get to touch you. I’m the only one who gets to do that.”

“So why the hell is he here then?”

“Because he’s here to observe, that’s why.”

“Observe WHAT? …the two of us playing together??”

“He’s here to observe this,” ‘Microkini Teri’ stated.

She turned her sister around until she finally saw the dangling noose. Teri’s twin caught sight of the coil of rope. That’s when she gasped in shock.

Her eyes went wide as she started to tremble. My Teri smiled as she told her, “Remember that fantasy you’ve been telling me about? It’s the one where you hang for my entertainment? Well guess what, honey? Today’s the day.”

‘Microkini Teri’ came up behind her twin. Then she started groping her tits. The poor thing let out a low moan as she stared at the noose.

‘Lesbian Teri’ seemed incredulous. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“Honey, I’m serious as the cold vacuum of space. But don’t you worry. You won’t be feeling that kind of cold, I assure you. You’ll be feeling the cold of death that settles over a sexy body like yours after you’ve been hanged.”

She continued caressing the body of her quivering twin. ‘Lesbian Teri’ let out another low moan. Now my escort began taunting her with her words, just as she’d done to her previous victims…

“What you’ll be feeling, honey, is delicious asphyxiation as the noose tightens around that sexy neck of yours. You’ll feel the coil slowly strangle you. Your lungs will heave as you fight for breath. Baby, that’s when those luscious legs of yours are gonna start putting on one hell of a show!”

Her twin panted heavily, her eyes wide as she stared hypnotically at the noose. She looked like she was hyperventilating, her chest rising and falling. But I could distinctly detect an arousal dripping out of her slit, little droplets slithering sensuously down a nyloned leg.

She gasped, “You’re really going to H-HANG me??” Oddly she sounded more excited than frightened.

“No, baby,” my Teri purred seductively into her ear. “Actually, you’re going to hang yourself.”

My cock dripped pre-cum as I stood there listening. I was aroused as hell. It was incredibly erotic the way Teri explained how her lover was going to off herself for us.

“You’re going to hang yourself for me, honey,” my escort went on, breathing heavily with excitement. “And you’re going to do it willingly. Do you have any idea how turned on I am right now? You know how much I want to watch you dance. But I know your dark secret. Deep down, you really want this too.”

“But it’s just a fantasy!” ‘lesbian Teri’ gasped in a trembling voice.

“Oh no, honey. This is the real thing. You can see the noose right in front of you. I can tell by the way you’re trembling how much you want to swing for me.”

‘Microkini Teri’ kept fondling her quivering twin, breathing seduction and death into her ear. Then her hand strayed downward. I saw her reach around and finger the lesbian’s well-lubricated opening.

“Baby, you’re wet,” my escort breathed seductively. “I really think you want this more than I do! Am I right?”

“No!” the poor thing gasped in a trembling voice. “It’s just a fantasy!” But her eyes remained fixed on the coil as though she was in a trance.

“Climb onto the chair now, honey,” my escort purred softly. “You know you want this. Go get that chair over there. It’s the one you’re going to step off when you hang yourself for me.”

“I’ll go get the chair,” ‘lesbian Teri stammered. “But I’m not going to climb up onto it.”

I watched as she walked over to the table. She grasped onto the chair. Then she dragged it back over.

“Right underneath the noose, honey,” my escort instructed, slowly rubbing her own tits. “Right there. Damn, baby; you’ve got me all worked up just thinking about it.”

Her twin positioned the chair directly under the noose. Then she just stood there looking at the dangling coil. She certainly looked like she was terribly conflicted.

“Now go back over to the table, honey. In that top drawer on the right hand side is a little length of rope to tie your hands up with. Go and get it for me.”

As though in some sort of hypnotized state, her twin walked back over to the cosmetics table. I heard her mutter, “Ok, I’ll get the rope. But she’s not going to tie me up with it. It’s just a fantasy. We’re not going through with this!”

I got the feeling she was trying to convince herself. I could tell she was struggling to believe her own words. It was as though she knew where she was going to end up… and she was resisting in vain.

She found the rope and brought it back over. She handed it to my Teri who had her arm outstretched. Her seductive twin smiled knowingly at her.

“Now I want you to climb up onto that chair. Go right ahead, baby; deep down you know you want to. Don’t worry; I’ll help steady you.”

Her twin whimpered as she dutifully walked over to the chair. “I’ll climb up onto it. But I’m not putting my head in that noose.”

She murmured loud enough for us to hear. But once again her words sounded unconvincing. Just who was she trying to convince?

She was trembling as she climbed up onto the chair. She nearly lost her balance in her heels. They were not making things any easier on her.

She finally steadied herself, only to see the noose dangling directly in front of her. She let out a gasp as though it might strike her like a coiled snake.

‘Lesbian Teri’ reached out toward it as though she was going to touch the dangling coil. Then she jerked her hand away. It was still hard to tell whether she was more frightened or aroused.

“Now look over at the mirror, honey,” my escort urged her. “Just take a look. See how sexy you look standing there… a woman about to be hanged?”

‘Microkini Teri’s’ twin looked over at her reflection in the mirror. She moaned softly at the sight. I heard her whimper again.

I saw her writhe as though she had to pee. Was it the excitement getting to her? Or was the fear finally settling in upon her?

My Teri purred, “Now reach up and slip that noose around your neck, baby. You know you want to; am I right? Don’t you want to put it on and see what it looks like in the mirror? I know how turned on you are right now. But you should know you’ve got me squirming like crazy over here. Can’t you tell?”

I know I sure could. My sadistic tour guide was writhing and squirming. I easily detected little streamers of her arousal slithering down her bare legs.

‘Lesbian Teri’ reached out with a trembling hand. She tentatively grasped onto the noose. She only paused a moment before stretching her body upward enough to get it around her neck.

She inhaled sharply as the coil touched her flesh. “Now snug it tight,” ‘Microkini Teri’ purred seductively. “Move the knot under the left ear. You know how it’s done.”

Her twin whimpered again. Her body appeared to writhe in sexual agitation. I was surprised she actually did as she was told.

“Now look at yourself in the mirror,” her wickedly seductive twin encouraged her. “See how sexy a lesbian slut like you looks all dressed up for an intimate little hanging for her lover? I’ll bet you want to cum now, don’t you? I’ll bet you can’t hardly stand it! Oh, but you can’t cum yet, honey. Don’t you fucking DARE; do you hear me? You only get to do that once you’re airborne. Do you understand?”

The poor thing whimpered. Her thighs actually clenched together. She looked like she was in sexual agony.

My Teri just kept talking… “Now show me you want me to bind your wrists behind your back. You want the full effect; I know you do. It’s all part of your hot little fantasy, isn’t it? You want to feel helpless as you get ready to step off into eternity; isn’t that right? C’mon, honey; do it for me.”

“Lesbian Teri’ looked as though she couldn’t help herself. She whimpered as she reluctantly crossed her wrists behind her back. “That’s a good girl,” my escort cooed at her.

‘Microkini Teri’ stepped behind her with the rope. I heard a yelp as she started to cinch the wrists tight. Then I heard another low moan.

“Slut!” my Teri muttered as she tied her twin’s wrists together. “Always strutting around in those lesbian bars, getting every other bitch to look at you… always sneaking a kiss when you think I’m not looking… always being such a tease… and then teasing the hell out of me? Not this time, honey. Now we both get to have our fantasies fulfilled. Tonight you get to hang… and I get to watch. Tonight you’re dancing for me, and not for any of those other bitches!”

Her twin moaned and whimpered. I could tell she was shaking from the fearful excitement of her impending hanging. Her nipples were hard, her juices dripping copiously out of her wet slit.

Her chest rose and fell as she gasped for breath. Her body writhed and gyrated as though she desperately wanted to cum. I couldn’t help myself, and I began stroking my cock at such an incredibly erotic display.

My escort finished binding her twin. Then she came around in front of her to give her the once-over. “Now look at yourself in the mirror,” she said proudly. “See what a sexy lesbian slut looks like before she hangs herself. Take a good look at yourself, baby. I want you to be able to see what I’ll be seeing when you dance for me.”

“Lesbian Teri’ looked over at the mirror and examined herself. It only seemed to get her even more worked up. She wriggled and squirmed as she moaned softly.

My Teri moved in and began fingering her poor twin’s wet snatch. “Don’t you fucking cum just yet!” she told her sternly. “You’ll know when I want you to cum… and not one second sooner!”

She moved in with her mouth. ‘Microkini Teri’ began licking and sucking on her quivering sister’s dripping pussy. ‘Lesbian Teri’ moaned again as she squirmed and whimpered.

She writhed in place, causing my escort to pause long enough to demand, “Don’t you fucking dare!” before going back to licking. By the time ‘Microkini Teri’ pulled back, her twin sister was groaning and gyrating. My cock leaked more pre-cum at the erotic sight before me.

“It’s all up to you now, baby,” my escort purred at her as she started rubbing her own dripping pussy. “You know you want it. And you know how badly I want to watch. You know how much you love it when I take your breath away. Can’t you feel that rope teasing your neck? Can’t you feel it calling out to you, wanting to strangle the very life out of your shuddering body?”

My escort purred, “Honey, this’ll be the biggest ‘O’ of your life… and mine as well. So do it, baby. Step off and hang yourself. All it will take is one small step to send you into orgasmic oblivion.”

“Besides,” she added as she snuggled up to her twin’s trembling body while caressing her quivering flesh. “You know how hard I’ll cum just watching you swing. You know how much this turns me on seeing you like this. You’re just a submissive little lesbian slut anyway. So go ahead, baby. All you have to do is take one little step.”

My Teri stepped back. The poor thing hesitated, moaning and trembling like mad. “Do it!” ‘Microkini Teri’ demanded. “You know you want to! Step off and feel that noose take your breath away! You wanna cum, you sexy lesbian slut? Then step off and enjoy the ride! Kick that fucking chair away!”

‘Lesbian Teri’s’ chest heaved, her pussy overflowing from her arousal. She suddenly stepped forward into the air. A moment later the noose took her weight. Her keels kicked back, knocking the chair over behind her.

Her eyes flew open wide as she started to swing. Then her knees came together. She started jerking them up and down in something of a bunny hop.

She instinctively thrust her chest out, her breasts proudly sticking outward as she came violently. “Oh, FUCK; THAT’S HOT!” my Teri cried out. “CUM HARD FOR ME, BABY! LOOK IN THAT FUCKING MIRROR AND WATCH YOURSELF CUM!”

My bitch cried out in orgasmic ecstasy, writhing as she watched her twin sister dance on air. It was too damned erotic for me as well. I frantically stroked my cock until my cum arced out in spurts, splattering the floor of the holodeck.

Teri’s twin kicked as she twisted in the noose. I could hear gasps and grunts as her legs flew outward. She had a certain flair for hanging; it was almost as if she was born to it. Her legs danced like a ballerina as she grunted and gurgled.

The moment she started to slow down, my escort rushed forward. She grabbed her by the legs and lifted her up. I think it gave her some slack and a little bit of air.

“Not yet, you don’t!” she gasped excitedly. “I want a fucking encore!”

I saw her reach around behind the woman’s ass into her crotch. I could only assume she was finger-fucking her. ‘Lesbian Teri’ gasped as she got more air into her lungs.

She tried to wriggle around a little. “Oh, no you don’t!” ‘Microkini Teri’ blurted out. “This is only a small reprieve, honey! You’re going all the way, you sexy lesbian bitch!”

She gave a hard thrust into her lover’s pussy with her fingers. My escort gradually let her down until the noose had taken up her entire weight. She stepped back just in time as her asphyxiated twin started to kick up once more.

“Dance for me, baby!” my Teri gasped breathlessly. “This time you’re going all the way!” Then she jammed her fingers into her own crotch, furiously getting herself off again.

‘Lesbian Teri’ started to kick harder, fighting the noose as she gawked and gurgled. Her face turned a deep shade of red as she swung back and forth. I caught her trying to glance over at the full-length mirror a couple of times. Then I saw her body start to stiffen as her knees came together again.

“Oh, FUCK – HERE IT COMES!!” my Teri gasped as she watched her dying sister. Then her twin in the noose started jerking her knees up and down hard. Her eyes rolled as she inadvertently jerked the coil even tighter around her neck.

“FUCK; SHE’S DOING IT!” my bitch screamed. She popped off again, shuddering hard as ‘lesbian Teri’ suddenly squirted hard from her climax. Then the poor thing went limp until she softly swung back and forth.

Teri rushed up to her and grabbed her body. Then she turned her in the direction of the mirror. “Just look at yourself!” she gasped excitedly. “Watch a sexy slut dangle from the noose, baby!” Then she began pawing her body all over.

I heard a death rattle as the twin shuddered in the noose. “Computer: baton!” my escort called out. A black nightstick suddenly appeared in her hand.

She waved it in front of her dangling lover. “I want it all, baby,” she gasped as she knelt down, probing with the baton. “I want everything… including that last little spark of life!”

It was brutally shoved right up the poor thing’s ass. She jerked as though she actually felt it. Then the spark of life faded from the wild look of fear and arousal in her eyes.

“I knew you had a little bit left in you, honey,” ‘Microkini Teri’ gasped drunkenly. “I told you I wanted it all. I want everything you have to give me. I even want your fucking death cum!”

She knelt in front of her where she jammed her head into the dead woman’s crotch. Then she started slurping. She gasped and moaned until it sounded like my escort was cumming again, the crazy bitch!

I thought I saw a streamer of piss flow down her twin’s leg. It made me wonder if Teri got any into her mouth. But she was so drunk with lust that I don’t think she cared.

She stayed there for the longest time. My Teri licked and slurped until she finally pulled away and stood up. “Damn!” she gasped. “What a hot, dangling lesbian slut!”

She caressed her lover’s tits while sucking on her erect nipples. She kept talking to her even after she was gone. “Honey; that was fucking unreal! You went out with a bang and you damn near exhausted me! Baby, I’m gonna remember this for as long as I live!”

She caressed her dead lover’s flesh. Then she grabbed the night stick still sticking out of her ass. Teri cruelly gave it one more hard thrust. But there was no response, so she left it there, protruding obscenely.

“Computer: towel!” she commanded. One appeared in her hand. She used to wipe the fluids off her face.

She made her way over to where I was standing. I had to gather her in my arms. Her legs nearly gave out from blissful exhaustion.

“Master, that was so fucking hot! Give me a minute to compose myself; ok? Then we can be moving along.”

She looked at my limp cock and the puddle of my cum on the floor. Then she smiled drunkenly. “Did my sexy lover cause you to do that? Did her wonderful dance of death get you off? I’m sorry I didn’t use my mouth or something better, Master. Let me see if I can make it up to you with the next one, ok?”

Neither one of us bothered to look at the stripper dancing on the pole behind us. If we had, I suspect we would have seen a look of horror on her face…

2010; 2021 (written May 27 ’10; ed. Jan 19 ‘21 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.8 (5)

Posted on March 25, 2023 by riwa

Coming April rewards

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Seductress 4.4 (38)

Posted on March 25, 2023 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was excited Carly wanted to come out and swim with me. I liked her, and she was quite attractive. A part of me still questioned her motives. But I figured I didn’t have all that much to lose.
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After supper Tuesday night, I told my folks I was driving out to the lake for a swim. They didn’t question me about it, especially since I did it so often. They trusted me because I was pretty well behaved and seldom got into trouble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I told her I’d swim with her anytime. She smiled warmly at me. Then she got into her parents car, started it up, turned it around and drove away.
—
Apparently Carly wanted to go back out to the lake with me. She must have enjoyed our time on the raft. She called and said she wanted to go do it again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And if I win?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2021 (written Apr 12 ’21 by riwa)

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Girl’s night out 1 4.4 (86)

Posted on March 20, 2023 by riwa

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Help myself to what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bitches who swing? You mean the hangings?”

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

“Oh hey, Aunt Amanda!”

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

“Where’s Hilary?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Midnight Swim 4.4 (55)

Posted on March 15, 2023 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Donna’s shore leave 6 4.3 (14)

Posted on March 10, 2023 by riwa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…like unsuspecting young females perhaps?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GAWD – WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE THINKING??

Donna paused and took a deep breath to clear her head. She forced herself to drive the terribly arousing thoughts and images out of her mind. Then she pressed on, trying to ignore how terribly excited she was starting to become…
—
The path abruptly ended. Donna found herself unable to progress any farther forward. She was about 20 meters below and to the side of the cave, with no visible means of accessing the opening in the cliff face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What she saw made her eyes go wide in horror…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“STAY BACK, I’M TELLING YOU!”

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

“STAY BACK – AAUUGGHH!”

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

LEIANI?? OHMYGAWD – IT COULDN’T BE!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No; let me go! What are you DOING?”

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

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

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

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

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

“LEIANI??!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shelly in Cancun 6 3.6 (16)

Posted on March 5, 2023 by riwa

Chapter 6 – Breath-holding games

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SHIT!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where the hell did our scuba gear go??

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

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Snuff Teri 5.0 (Ch 6 Garrote Teri) 4.3 (19)

Posted on February 28, 2023 by riwa

We walked a few steps over until the next display suddenly materialized right in front of us. This one was rather simple in design.

A frightened, naked Teri sat on a small, rounded piece of dark oak just big enough for her ass to sit on. It extended outward from near the bottom of a rounded wooden post eight inches in diameter. The post was of the same color and material as what she sat on.

Her knees were on the ground, barely helping to prop her up. It left her in something of a kneeling position. Her back was up against the post, her wrists tied together behind it.

What really caught my eye was the thick coil of rope wrapped around her neck. It looped back around, threading into a square wooden block and coiling around a mechanism. Attached to the mechanism, sticking out of the block behind the post, was a six-spoke metal wheel.

It quickly became obvious what I was looking at. Turning the wheel meant tightening the rope around Teri’s neck. My cock instantly started to stir with anticipation.

“What do you think, Master?” ‘Microkini Teri’ waved grandly with a menacing smile. “Simple, yet effective, don’t you think?”

The Teri in the garrote didn’t appreciate her situation in the slightest. She was on the verge of tears as she begged, “Why are you doing this to me?? What am I DOING here??”

“Oh that’s an easy one, honey,” my escort purred as she walked over and knelt down next to her. “You simply had the misfortune of crossing my path when I needed a slut for the garrote.”

She lovingly started pawing the poor thing like a beloved pet. ‘Garrote Teri’ begged me with her eyes, pleading for my intervention. “Please! I didn’t do anything WRONG! You’ve got to BELIEVE ME!”

“Nothing wrong??” ‘Microkini Teri’ sneered at her. “You dance around a stripper pole, making you nothing more than a cock-tease. That’s as good a reason as any to snuff your worthless ass… not that I really NEED a reason. I’m actually beginning to enjoy snuffing you bitches.”

“Snuff me??” she gasped in alarm. “You… you CAN’T!”

“Who’s going to stop me, honey?” my escort purred at her as she reached for the wheel. “You’re certainly in no position to do anything about it.”

I heard the wheel turn with a creak as ‘Microkini Teri’ pulled on it. Almost immediately I saw the rope tighten. ‘Garrote Teri’ gasped and squawked as the coil snugged up tight against her throat.

She looked at me with desperate, pleading eyes as my escort fondled her breasts with one hand. She cruelly purred sweet nothings at her as she held the wheel steady with the other. ‘Garrote Teri’ moaned and whimpered as my cock hardened considerably.

“Time for your first lesson, honey,” my escort cooed at the poor thing who was now starting to squirm a little. “It’s time to find out if being breathless makes you wet.”

She bent down and slid her hand down until she found the woman’s sticky slit. ‘Microkini Teri’ started fingering her. The choking, writhing stripper rasped and gurgled, her eyes getting bigger.

My escort gently wriggled a couple of fingers into her opening. The strangled woman struggled harder as the wheel squeaked with movement. I could see the rope tighten even more around her throat.

‘Garrote Teri’ began thrusting with her hips. She was involuntarily humping against the molesting digits. “Just look at that, Master,” my escort breathed excitedly. “She’s really fucking my fingers! Her cunt’s twitching like a tornado. I think she’s getting off on it. That is so fucking HOT!”

All of the sudden ‘Garrote Teri’ started bucking and shuddering, her eyes rolling. “Fuck; she’s CUMMING!” ‘Microkini Teri’ gasped joyously. “That is so fucking EROTIC!”

The garrote wheel squeaked. I saw the rope loosen around the gasping girl’s neck. She panted like crazy, her body breaking out into a cold sweat.

“You came all over my fingers!” my Teri accused her terrified doppelganger. “Lick ‘em clean, you bitch!”

“I WON’T!” ‘Garrote Teri’ gasped petulantly.

“Then you’ll fucking DIE, bitch!”

The wheel squeaked as the rope tightened again. The captive stripper gasped and gurgled. I could hear her trying to cough out the words “All right – all right!”

The wheel squeaked once more as the coil loosened. ‘Microkini Teri’ brought her wet fingers up to her twin’s mouth. “Open wide, bitch!” she demanded.

The frightened woman obeyed. My Teri moaned as her fingers were sucked clean. ‘Garrote Teri’ appeared embarrassed at being forced to taste her own pussy.

“What… you don’t like that?” my Teri observed with interest. “Well too fucking BAD!”

She cruelly thrust three fingers into the girl’s wet slit. I heard the wheel creak as the coil tightened around her twin sister’s neck again. “Let’s try it now, bitch,” my escort giggled sadistically.

Teri bucked against the post, trying to rise up onto her knees as she struggled to free her arms. Her eyes started to bug out again.

Her tongue began to squirm out of her mouth. “Well, look at what just popped out!” ‘Microkini Teri’ gasped excitedly. Then she leaned closer and kissed her writhing twin, sucking on the protruding tongue.

I heard a grunt as the poor bitch started to buck and shudder once more. “Fuck; she’s cumming again!” my Teri gasped.

A moment later I saw they were clearly orgasming together. My escort held her there a moment before turning the wheel. It loosened the rope around her captive’s neck.

She panted heavily as her strangled twin gasped and whimpered. “Damn; that was fantastic!” my sadistic tour guide gasped.

She pulled her soaked fingers out. Then she offered them to her whimpering twin. “Better lick ‘em clean again if you know what’s good for you!”

The other one obediently parted her lips. She must have decided it would be wiser not to be defiant. Unfortunately, she found herself gagging on three deeply inserted fingers before they were pulled back out of her mouth.

My escort turned toward me. She suddenly noticed how hard I’d become. “I’m SO sorry, Master,” she said apologetically. “Where ARE my manners?”

She turned toward her moaning captive. “You WILL be a good girl and suck his cock, won’t you?”

“Suck his COCK??” her strangled twin gasped in horror.

In response I heard the wheel tighten again. The poor girl began to gasp and gurgle once more. But I heard her manage to rasp out, “OK… OK… I’LL… SUCK HIS COCK!”

“You see, Master?” my Teri giggled as she turned the wheel back, loosening the rope around her frightened twin’s neck. “She can be taught. All she needs is a little motivation to help her make the right choice. Now why don’t you bring that over here and enjoy yourself.”

She smiled as she motioned at my hard, quivering dick. I needed no further urging. Besides, I was terribly aroused seeing ‘Garrote Teri’ choking each time the rope tightened.

I was able to straddle her. She was at the right height as I moved my cock all around her face, taunting her with it. ‘Garrote Teri’ kept her lips and eyes closed… that is, until the wheel creaked again, causing her eyes to fly open in pain.

“Now open your fucking mouth!” ‘Microkini Teri ordered. Her hand remained firm on the wheel. I had no doubt she would eagerly strangle the poor thing over the least little provocation.

The half-choked woman did as she was told. I slid my cock into a nice warm mouth. “Suck him, bitch!” my Teri demanded, savagely groping the young woman’s tits. “Get him off like the good slut I know you are!”

Her twin whimpered as I thrust in and out of her mouth. Her sucking was not all that impressive. Perhaps she just wasn’t into it at the moment.

“That’s not very enthusiastic,” my escort observed in disgust. Then I heard the wheel creak.

Her doppelganger began to grunt and gurgle as she struggled helplessly against the post. The rope tightened ominously around her throat. ‘Garrote Teri’ started to choke in earnest.

“Suck him, BITCH!” ‘Microkini Teri’ ordered. Then she reached down. This time she slid four fingers into the slut’s dripping slit.

The captive twin grunted and whimpered. Her gasps and gurgles were quite delicious. My cock quivered pleasurably in her mouth.

I was close to cumming. I think my escort knew it. So I started to thrust harder.

“Master?” ‘Microkini Teri’ asked with a sly wink. “May I …just for you?”

Her eyes flashed lustfully. I could tell she really wanted to. So I gave her my permission with a nod.

I heard the wheel creak once more. That’s when ‘Garrote Teri’ really started writhing around. She grunted painfully as she humped against the fingers fucking her cunt.

I brutally fucked her reddening face. Her body acted like it wanted to explode. Then my escort knelt closer.

She loudly breathed into her ear, “This is what you get for crossing my path, bitch. I’m really going to enjoy snuffing you.” Then the wheel creaked again.

‘Microkini Teri’ thrust her fingers good and hard into her poor twin’s soaked pussy. ‘Garrote Teri’ started bucking hard. She thrust with her hips as she struggled like crazy.

I felt her tongue slither out underneath my thrusting cock. She gasped and gurgled, her face reddening. I could not resist brutally fucking her skull.

Her eyes bugged out and started to roll. Her face turned a nasty color. “Give it to her, Master!” my Teri gasped excitedly. “Oh, FUCK; I’m gonna cum!”

She let out an excited gasp as she gripped the wheel. Then she slowly turned it. ‘Garrote Teri’ seemed to explode.

Her body writhed and bucked as she thrust her torso outward. It was as though she could not resist humping against those thrusting fingers.

I exploded in her mouth a few seconds later. I was simply unable to hold back as her suffering reached its zenith. Then I heard the wheel squeak.

There was a distinct CRINCH. The shuddering replica abruptly stiffened. I heard a “GUUNNHH” that was abruptly cut off as her eyes flew open.

She suddenly collapsed until she went limp against the post. ‘Garrote Teri’ no longer fought or put up a struggle. She even stopped sucking my cock.

I pulled my dick out. Cum mixed with drool trickled out of her mouth down her cheek.

Her big brown eyes stared at me in horror. They flickered briefly as though she was trying to communicate with me. Her lips twitched as stray muscles spasmed all over her body. Then I saw the life fade from her eyes, leaving them a dull grey.

‘Microkini Teri’ let out a gasp of pleasure. She shuddered as she moaned softly. Eventually she came down from the plateau of her orgasm.

She knelt there panting heavily for breath. She pulled her soaked fingers out of her dead twin’s cunt. Then she inserted them into her own mouth.

She sucked longingly, closing her eyes as though savoring the flavor. Then she pulled her fingers out. I heard her sigh as a noticeable tremor ran through her.

“Delicious!” she gasped. “Death cum should be the liquid of choice around here. Damn; that was great, Master. Just give me a couple of minutes to collect myself. Then we’ll be ready to move on. This one got me all worked up. Now I’m really looking forward to the next one.”

I don’t know what made us both turn as one. But we both looked toward the Teri dancing around the stripper pole. Maybe we were thinking the same thing: wondering what she was thinking.

Her eyes were wide in absolute horror. But she continued to dance around the metal pole. I could tell by her movements that exhaustion was starting to set in.

“It won’t be much longer, honey!” my Teri called out to her. “Then we’ll be dealing with you!”

She let out a frightened whimper. But she did find a renewed burst of energy as she went back to dancing on the pole. ‘Microkini Teri’ stood up, took my arm and led me off to the next one…

2010; 2020 (written May 25 ’10; ed. Dec 10 ‘20 by riwa)

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