While we were in the Philippines, my wife Sandy and I got to visit one of the smaller islands. There, we learned about the Badjao, men and women who earn a living by diving the waters for pearls, shells, sponges and other things found on the sea floor. Naturally, we expressed a curiosity about witnessing one of their dives.
We paid for a special charter that took us out to sea. On the boat were four males and two females. The interpreter explained they would be out diving that day for shells and pearls, and that we would be permitted to watch.
Sandy and I would be allowed to put on scuba gear so we could prolong our time on the sea floor to watch the proceedings. But there would be no such gear for the Badjao. They simply wore goggles. I suppose that was to help them see more clearly in the depths of the sea.
The interpreter told us they would not be using any other source of air besides the surface and what their lungs could contain. I thought that was rather inefficient, considering they would be diving and surfacing quite often. But the interpreter explained they had learned to dive without air from an early age. Thus, their lungs had grown used to lengthy work on the bottom of the sea.
We finally arrived at our destination. To our surprise, the Badjao immediately stripped out of all their clothes. They smiled at us, but they did not speak. We did not know their language, nor did they know ours.
The only thing they wore were netted pouches attached to ropes around their waists. They also had long knives for prying loose the shells they found. They did not seem embarrassed Sandy and I were viewing them in their nudity.
Two of the males were selected to remain at the surface. They manned a couple of long, thick ropes. The other four Badjao paired off into couples before getting into the water.
The males stood on iron bars attached to the end of the ropes. The females climbed on as though they were hugging them. Then they descended to the depths of our location.
Sandy and I went over the side in our unique scuba gear and swimsuits. The gear was very simple from what we were used to. It was a little unusual, but it seemed to function just fine.
Weight belts and dive masks completed our ensemble. But there were no dive fins in sight. We were not given any, nor were the Badjao.
Once we were in the water, Sandy and I slowly worked our way down to the depths where the Badjao were already hard at work. They had separated and were retrieving shells. But the individuals in each pair did not stray too far from each other.
They were down for quite a while before they had to surface for a breath. Once again, they paired up, a couple to each rope. Then they were pulled up to the surface, supposedly by their two male companions who had remained on the boat.
It wasn’t long before the Badjao returned, riding their ropes all the way to the bottom of the sea. They immediately went back to work looking for more shells. Sandy and I tried to stay out of their way as we observed the proceedings.
We could not help noticing a certain sexual component to their dives. By now, the males were clearly sporting erections. And the nipples on the breasts of the females were noticeably enlarged.
As they searched for shells, they stayed close to each other and to the rope they had ridden down together. They always seemed to keep one eye open to the location of their dive partner. I liked the way they looked after each other.
One couple went back to their rope, climbed on, and then gave it a tug, signaling they were ready to be pulled up. I saw shells in both their netted pouches. Together, they were pulled up to the surface.
Sandy smiled and pointed at the couple still remaining. Then she reached out and rubbed my growing bulge. Seeing their nude bodies was clearly turning her on.
The remaining couple finally went to their rope and signaled. It looked like the female was humping the male’s erection as they were pulled up together. They clung so tightly to each other that I thought I saw her give him a kiss.
The first couple soon returned. They bottomed out, left their rope and began searching for more shells. We seemed to be in a particularly fruitful location, as they had no trouble finding what they were looking for.
The second couple came down a short distance away. They left their rope and immediately began prying shells off the nearby rock formations. They seemed focused on their objective, but they certainly appeared to be quite aroused from their naked dive.
The first couple went over to their rope and climbed on together. Then they gave it a tug. But this time, their ascent was much different.
To my surprise, the female impaled herself upon the male’s erection. She hung onto his neck, fucking him as she rode him all the way up. The other couple seemed oblivious to this as they collected more shells.
Sandy pointed at the couple fucking on the rope, although I had already spotted them myself. I heard her moan how hot it was as she touched herself. My cock was hard in my swimsuit.
The second couple finally went to their rope after a lengthy search and breath-hold. He climbed onto the iron bar attached to the end. To our surprise, the female latched onto his erection with her mouth while hanging onto him. Then the rope started pulling them upward as she gave him an ascending blowjob, bubbles trickling out of her mouth and nose.
My wife moaned again as she reached out for my erection in my swimsuit. I rubbed her crotch as we drifted a little closer to the area where the Badjao were working. Then the first couple returned.
Sandy and I pulled apart from each other so as not to embarrass ourselves by their return. The naked Badjao simply smiled at us in acknowledgement before they went back to work. I was sure they’d seen us suggestively touching each other.
They soon had their netted pouches filled. By then, the second couple had returned. That’s when the first couple paused from their work. They deliberately inverted into a 69 before orally pleasing each other.
The second couple did not leave them alone during their sexual embrace. They swam over and caressed the naked bodies of their companions. Then they moved off to collect some nearby shells.
My wife and I could scarcely believe our eyes. These divers were being sexually aggressive with each other! And they were doing it right in front of us!
Sandy rubbed her breasts through her bikini top as she reached out to grope my bulge. I’m sure the Badjao noticed how handsy my wife was becoming with me. I was a little embarrassed by it, but I didn’t make her stop.
Strangely, they did not express any kind of disapproval toward our actions. On the contrary, it seemed to spur them on. It made me wonder if other tourists had come to watch them and had also become quite excited seeing them diving naked while being sexually suggestive with each other.
The second couple soon filled their pouches. But apparently, they still had plenty of breath left in their lungs, certainly enough to stay down a bit longer. That’s when the female knelt and took the male’s erection into her mouth.
Sandy and I were surprised at such blatant exhibitionism. But the Badjao did not seem to care that we were watching them. Besides, it was incredibly exciting observing them presenting to us such an erotic, oral bonanza at the bottom of the sea.
Both couples eventually retired to their respective ropes. Both females climbed onto the erections of their male partners. Then they were pulled up to the surface, riding those erections all the way up as bubbles trickled out of their mouths.
Sandy moaned as she really groped my bulge. I rubbed her crotch, still not sure we’d actually witnessed all that blatant sexuality displayed before us right there on the sea floor. I was tempted to fuck her right then and there.
Sandy looked up and pointed. The Badjao were returning. I could only wonder what else we were about to witness.
As they got closer, I realized they had left the pouches and knives behind. They had also paired up differently. This time, the guys rode one rope down, while the girls clung to the other.
As soon as they bottomed out, they came right over to us. The guys immediately ganged up on my wife. I watched as they began groping and fondling her all over.
I waited to see what kind of reaction she would give them. She did not resist them in the slightest. She gave me this look as if to say, “What else can I do? I’m certainly not going to stop them!”
The females came right over to me and pulled my suit down my legs. Then they started touching me all over. One grabbed my cock and immediately started stroking it.
I was so distracted by my Badjao playmates that I barely noticed Sandy’s pink top coming off. One guy had his hand down into her crotch. She appeared to be thoroughly enjoying herself.
The Badjao worked our tanks off our shoulders, causing them to descend to the sea floor. But they made sure we could still breathe as they got even more sexually aggressive with us. It was unbelievably erotic.
The girls took turns sucking my dick. Meanwhile, the guys removed Sandy’s suit and began kissing her all over. One even managed to get between her legs. His feasting caused her to groan up bubbles like crazy.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw one male and one female go over to their separate ropes and get pulled upwards. But the other two stayed down with us. It was as though their purpose was no longer to fetch shells. Apparently, their new task was to service us by keeping us occupied while their companions went topside to refill their lungs.
I ended up on the receiving end of quite the blowjob. Meanwhile, Sandy was getting one hell of a licking. She kept moaning up bubbles.
The other two Badjao returned, only to take the place of the ones who had just been sexually pleasuring us. Those two left for the ropes to refill their lungs as their companions stayed with us and began pleasuring us. I had no idea the Badjao treated tourists this way!
Sandy decided to ride the cock of the male who’d just returned. Meanwhile, the returned female smiled at me as she eagerly climbed into my lap and impaled herself on my dick. She eagerly rode me as though she hadn’t been fucked in days.
I don’t know how long Sandy and I fucked our Badjao playmates before the others returned. The female came back down and kissed the guy Sandy was riding. My girl reached out her arms past me as though to hug the returning male who I assumed was coming up behind me.
Soon, my couple were kissing each other, just like Sandy’s couple were doing. Then my female tipped back far enough to take his cock in her mouth while I was still fucking her. I had no idea the Badjao could be so sexually flexible!
The female who’d returned to visit the male Sandy was fucking shifted her position until she was riding his face. Sandy reached out and caressed her legs and ass as she continued riding his erection. I could clearly hear her moans at the bottom of the sea.
The girl I was fucking had to return to the surface for another breath. Her female companion saw her go and disengaged from her male Badjao partner to come over and suck on my cock. The Badjao Sandy was fucking also had to return to the surface. But his male companion came right over, spun her around, and immediately began fucking her from behind.
My female Badjao soon wanted my cock inside her. So she turned around and impaled herself from behind as well. Then she stretched out toward my Sandy. Both women reached out to grope and caress the other as we fucked them at the bottom of the sea.
The Badjao fucked my wife as I fucked his female dive companion. Sandy suddenly cried, and I knew she was in orgasmic bliss. I saw her eyes roll behind her dive mask. It was incredible.
To make a long story short, I ended up fucking both Badjao women, while Sandy fucked both of the males. They seemed to enjoy fucking her from behind while reaching underneath to grope her breasts. I also fucked the Badjao women from behind, as they seemed to like that position.
Afterwards, Sandy and I fucked like rabbits while the Badjao fucked each other. There was even a brief moment where the men paired off into an oral 69. Their female companions did the same thing. I just fucked Sandy from behind as we watched the erotic spectacle.
One of the last things we did was to fuck our three females from behind, all in a row while kneeling on the sea floor. Sandy cried out from another orgasm as a Badjao gave her his rod while I fucked one of the females. It was so surreal that I half expected to awaken from some sort of erotic dream.
I was in the middle of making my Badjao female cum when I suddenly ran out of air. We’d gotten so caught up in the moment that we hadn’t paid the proper attention to our tanks. We had to get topside fast.
Her female friend recognized the situation and immediately led me over to a rope. I climbed on and she greedily impaled herself on my lap. Then she pulled on the rope.
By now, I was a little panicked. I wasn’t sure how far down we were. It didn’t seem too far, but I had not paid proper attention.
Up we went, the Badjao riding my cock as we both slowly released our breath. I noticed Sandy was right behind us, releasing her breath while riding one of the male’s erections as they both ascended on the other rope. The last two Badjao stayed on the bottom, fucking their brains out.
We surfaced at nearly the same time, coughing and sputtering from empty lungs. Apparently we had not been down very deep. It was probably a good thing, as Sandy and I would have been in very serious trouble otherwise.
The other two Badjao came up with our suits and scuba gear in tow. Then Sandy and I were helped back on board. We were totally exhausted.
The interpreter smiled as he asked, “How was it?”
“Totally unexpected,” I panted.
“But we loved it!” my wife blurted out excitedly. I just nodded in agreement before he went to pull up anchor. The naked Badjao stood all around us, smiling knowingly without speaking before they helped the interpreter prepare to leave our dive location.
2023 (written Mar 16 ’23 by riwa)
Inspired by images by Roy Wolvertine, provided by Oeff.