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The Seductress 2 4.3 (28)

Posted on April 25, 2023 by riwa

I didn’t tell anyone what happened between Carly and I. Besides, who was I going to tell? If anyone found out, it would seriously tarnish my reputation.

I’d certainly enjoyed what we’d done underwater. But I also felt guilty. Perhaps it was because of the church’s message. Or maybe it was because we weren’t officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet.

I tried to rationalize it by convincing myself Carly had been the aggressor. But I knew I could have put a stop to it at any time. Now I was starting to develop feelings for her.

I got a call from her the next day. She wanted to go back out to the lake and swim with me again. She wanted to know what day would be good for me.

Everything seemed to be happening so fast. A part of me thought I should turn her down. But I’d enjoyed our time underwater, and I didn’t want to stop.

I asked if Thursday afternoon would work. I hoped there wouldn’t be too many people out at the lake to spy on us during a workday. I figured Thursday would work much better than a Friday or the weekend.

She told me Thursday afternoon would be great. She would use her parent’s car so I wouldn’t have to come pick her up. She would also pack some sandwiches if I could bring something to drink.

I got to the lake on Thursday a little after noon. A part of me couldn’t help questioning what I thought I was doing. But I’d already become too deeply entangled.

Carly showed up in her parents’ car wearing a nice sundress. It quickly came off to reveal a skimpy black bikini. That didn’t help my stiffening cock in the slightest.

We ate her sandwiches and drank the sodas I’d brought along. But we made sure it wasn’t a heavy lunch. Then we got into the water.

The raft was clear across the inlet, the wind having blown it there from the night before. Carly and I swam over to fetch it. We brought it back and parked it right in the middle over the deepest part of the inlet.

There were other people out on the lake. But for the most part, we were just out of sight. I didn’t want anyone else knowing about Carly and I until I could fully process what was going on between us.

After reaching the middle of the inlet, Carly blatantly stripped out of her bikini, tossing the pieces up onto the raft. She smiled as she told me, “I hope you don’t mind. Last time we weren’t naked for very long. This time I want to swim in the nude. Is that ok with you?”

She gave me a questioning look. Right away I knew what she wanted from me. So I let my little head do all the thinking.

I gamely pulled my trunks off, eager to please. Then I tossed them up onto the raft. “That’s great!” she gasped with a huge grin. “This way I get to see for myself just how turned on you become. Now I want to see if I can swim down to the bottom on my own while you’re swimming beside me.”

We both filled our lungs before submerging. We swam down until I actually touched the muddy bottom. It was so murky that I could hardly see Carly until she found me and grabbed on.

She pulled me to her and started kissing me deeply. Our naked bodies pressed up against each other. Her hands were all over me.

I felt her grab my dick and start to stroke it. I grunted bubbles into her mouth as our tongues intertwined. It felt so good that I didn’t think to stop her. Besides, I really didn’t want to.

We finally shot up to the surface for another breath. We clung to the raft until she filled her lungs and submerged. That’s when I felt her lips wrap around my quivering shaft.

She eagerly bobbed up and down on it, losing bubbles out of her nose. Then she popped up for a breath. “Your turn to do oral on me,” she panted.

I may have been clueless around the girls at school. But from all my “research” I certainly knew enough to know what was expected of me. At least I thought I did.

I submerged and caressed her mounds. Then I latched onto a nipple with my mouth. I sucked on it, using my tongue to flick it a little.

She joined me underwater, moaning up bubbles as she jerked my meat. I licked and sucked on her breasts. Then we surfaced to get another breath.

She was eager to submerge again. This time she forced my head between her legs. Right away I knew what she wanted.

I hesitated only a moment before exploring with my tongue. I found her nub and nibbled on it with my lips, making it swell. She squirmed against me as she groaned and bubbled.

I licked between her labia until she was wriggling and trembling. It was a real turn-on making her squirm underwater. I heard her lose bubbles as she moaned really loud.

We surfaced again to catch our breaths. She panted as she looked me right in the eye. Then she dubiously asked, “Are you sure you haven’t done any of this before?”

I told her I’d done a lot of research on the subject. But I didn’t give any specific details. I didn’t want her to know I was more worldly than I wanted to let on.

She grinned as she replied, “Porn research?” She laughed as my face went red. She told me it was no big deal.

She filled her lungs and submerged again. Once more her lips wrapped around my dick. I slipped under and reached down to grope and fondle her boobs as she vacuumed my cock, her cheeks going concave.

After a while we came back up for another breath. She panted as she told me, “Now I want to 69 at the bottom of the lake. You know what that is, don’t you?”

I blushed as I told her yes. She said she wanted to suck my cock while I licked her twat. But she didn’t want to waste any time fumbling around to find me.

I told her to grab on. She wrapped her arms around my neck as we both inhaled deeply. Then I took us down toward the bottom of the lake.

It got darker and colder the deeper we went, helping my cock stiffen even more. Then my hands touched the muddy bottom. Carly shifted her position on top of me, feeling around until she was able to wrap her lips around my dick.

Even though my sinuses stung, I shifted my body underneath her until my face went between her legs. I licked through the folds of her labia as I nibbled on her nub. She really groaned up bubbles as she gobbled me down.

We stayed down for as long as we could. It felt absolutely incredible; two warm, naked bodies pressed together at the bottom of a murky lake. I loved the way she was responding to my probing tongue and nibbling lips.

She finally broke away and shot up toward the surface. My lungs were hurting as I followed her up. For a moment I wondered if we’d stayed down too long.

We burst up panting loudly for breath. She gasped, “Damn, that was hot! How deep were we?” I told her I didn’t really know. But it had to have been at least a good eighteen feet… maybe even deeper.

She kissed me deeply, her hand grabbing my dick again. We submerged near the raft as my hand found her crotch. This time I wriggled a couple fingers into her slit.

She moaned and bubbled as she writhed against me. It was incredibly erotic. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect to meet a woman with the same aquatic desires as I.

We surfaced to catch our breath. Once more, she pushed me under onto my back. We were near the surface when she gobbled my cock as my face found her crotch.

We were just below the surface, feasting in another 69 position. By now there were very few self-conscious thoughts on my part. I was horny as hell, and was really enjoying our time in the water.

We surfaced again to catch our breath. She eagerly stroked my erection. Then she told me, “Now I want to go deep and kiss you again.”

We inhaled deeply before submerging. She followed me down, keeping a hand on my ankle so she wouldn’t lose me. I stretched my hand out, but this time I didn’t find the bottom.

Carly pulled me to her and kissed me hard. Once more, her tongue deeply probed my oral cavity. I felt her hand stroke my cock the entire time.

At some point I felt her move my dick around. A moment later I felt myself slide deep inside something warm and velvety. That’s when something clenched wonderfully around my shaft.

Carly eagerly began to ride me, grunting and bubbling like crazy. She kissed me so hard I thought she was going to suck my tonsils out. That’s when it occurred to me what had just happened.

I had never planned on things going this far. But it was far too late to stop now. Besides, it felt too damned good for me to want to pull out.

She eagerly rode me, grunting into my mouth as our tongues intertwined. I could not resist, nor could I make myself stop. A moment later I felt it swell within me.

I tried to grunt a warning as I started to push her away. Carly just wrapped her legs around me even more. She held on tight, gripping me like an octopus until there was no way I could pry her off me.

My cock suddenly went off inside her. I could not stop spurting as I pumped load after load deep inside her. It felt absolutely incredible, especially as we drifted near the bottom of the lake.

I tried to pull out as I was running out of breath and needed to surface. She kept her legs wrapped around me as she continued to kiss me. I finally used my arms and legs to work us back toward the surface.

We finally popped up gasping loudly for breath. She gasped, “That was so fucking awesome!” Then she proceeded to kiss me so hard that she sucked the tonsils out of my throat.

I could tell I was still inside her. I’d softened, but I hadn’t yet slipped out. It was as though she didn’t want me too.

She finally squeezed me out of her. I felt my conscience nudge me, and I mumbled something about heading back to shore to take a break. But she was having none of it.

“That was fucking incredible! I want to go again!” And with that she submerged to wrap her lips back around my dick.

I made a halfhearted attempt to stop her. But I didn’t really want to. In no time at all I found myself stiffening right back up.

She came up out of the water and gasped for breath. Then she pushed me down between her legs. I dutifully began lapping up her pussy, noticing a distinct change in flavor.

She stiffened and cried out as she held my head in place. She slipped under, moaning and bubbling. Then she let out a bubbly cry as she shuddered hard, squeezing her legs until I thought she was going to crack my head open like an egg.

She let me go, and the two of us surfaced. She blurted out, “I just had a fucking orgasm! I want to go again!” And with that she shoved me right back down between her legs.

Once more I licked between the folds of her labia as bubbles dribbled out of my mouth. I pushed my tongue into her slit as I grabbed her ass. Then I used a couple fingers to thrust in and out of her clenching slit.

She stiffened and bubbled. Then she cried out as she shuddered against me. We both popped back up to catch our breaths.

After a couple of minutes she gasped, “I want to get you back to bottom of the lake again!”

I looked at her, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable. I had a good idea what she wanted to have happen again. This time I became a little hesitant, hemming and hawing about it.

My erection didn’t make things any easier, especially when she grabbed it and stroked me. She told me, “I know you’re trying to be careful. But would you just relax already? There’s no danger. Mom’s got me on the pill, so we’re good to go.”

Right then, something told me I wasn’t the only one she’d been sexually active with. But my erection didn’t really give a damn. That’s when she climbed into my lap, impaling herself on my throbbing erection.

“All the way down!” she demanded. “I want to fuck you at the bottom of the lake! I hope that’s ok. You’re the only one I’ve ever fu – I mean… you’re the only one I’ve ever been to the bottom of the lake with.”

Her words confirmed I wasn’t the only one she’d fucked. But a hard cock knows no conscience. That’s when she gasped, “Take us all the way down! I’ll hang on!”

We both inhaled deeply. Then we sort of jackknifed downward. I pulled hard with my arms, kicking with my legs to get us down.

Carly stayed wrapped around me like an octopus. She clung on tightly with her legs while riding me down as she bounced on my erection. I could actually feel her fucking me.

I kept swimming down, shamefully enjoying the way it felt being inside her. To my surprise, I actually touched the bottom. In fact, I almost drove Carly into the mud.

She ended up flat on her back, French-kissing me like a maniac. Her tongue probed deeply inside my oral cavity as she rode me. I thrust in and out of her while keeping her pinned to the bottom.

She grunted and bubbled into my mouth. It felt absolutely incredible. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to cum again!

I tried to give her a warning. She just wrapped her legs tighter around my waist. Then she really rode me, her pussy clenching like crazy as she kissed me hard.

I grunted as I thrust deep into her warm, throbbing womanhood. A moment later I pumped a second load deep inside her. She moaned up bubbles until she went into little spasms.

She suddenly grunted as she pushed me off. She shot up for the surface, with me a split-second behind. We both burst up panting like crazy.

“Awesome!” she finally gasped. “That was so fucking awesome! I’ve never done it at the bottom of the lake before!”

She saw the look in my eyes. Then she tried to correct herself. “I mean… I never thought I would ever have sex with anyone like that, certainly not at the bottom of a lake!”

I thought about saying something. But I decided not to push it. My little head didn’t seem to care I wasn’t the first who’d plowed her garden.

We climbed onto the raft and stretched out on our backs. We lay like that for a few minutes, sunning ourselves. I looked around to make sure nobody could see us skinny-dipping, much less lying nude on a raft.

By now we had drifted closer to shore. Carly noticed and said we needed to push it back out if we were going to do any more swimming and fucking. I was surprised at her brazenness.

She climbed on top of me and started kissing me on the raft. My cock immediately stiffened again. She felt it harden between us and began humping against it as she moaned into my mouth.

She rolled us around on top of the raft until we rolled off into the water. She just kept kissing me. By now she was getting pretty good about holding her breath with our tongues intertwined.

We surfaced to catch our breath. Then she panted, “I want to 69 again. You are so good with that tongue of yours.”

What could I say? I wanted to please her. I also liked the way her lips wrapped around my dick as she tried to suck the cream out of my balls.

We slipped underwater and moved into position. This time I was on top of her. Her mouth latched onto my dick as she locked my head in place with her thighs.

We really went at it. She kept grunting up bubbles as she sucked my cock. My tongue must have kept hitting the right spot because she humped against my face until she bubbled her breath away and had to surface again.

We came up gasping for breath. She kissed me hard before pulling away and telling me how talented I was with my tongue. Then she told me she wanted another fuck down on the bottom of the lake.

My conscience tried to tell me not to do it. But I was horny and could barely hear it. Besides, I loved the way she wanted to fuck me while holding her breath at the bottom of the lake.

I looked at her and smiled, thinking I’d cleverly found a way around it. “If you want to fuck me, you’re going to have to find me first.” Then I filled my lungs and submerged.

I could just barely make out the words, “Oh no, you don’t!” Then I pulled hard for the bottom. It was as though I was trying to escape.

I didn’t swim all that hard as I neared the bottom. It was murky, and I thought maybe I’d lost her. Then I reached the mud, the bottom not nearly so deep since we were closer to shore.

To be honest, I wanted her to find me way more than I wanted to remain virtuous. Besides, it was much too late for that. We’d already done so much in the water together.

She grabbed my ankle, causing me to bubble as my cock really stiffened. She pulled me to her before climbing into my lap. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed me over backwards until she was riding me in a cowgirl position.

She grunted and bubbled as she eagerly rode me near the bottom of the lake. I grasped onto her sides to hold on. She responded by grabbing my hands and pulling them to her breasts, indicating she wanted me to grab onto something else.

I groped and squeezed her tits as she eagerly rode me. We grunted and bubbled down near the bottom of the lake. I could feel us drifting upwards until I lost enough air to cause us to descend.

My stomach was starting to heave when I felt my back come in contact with the muddy bottom. She must have felt it with her legs, being as how they were wrapped tightly around me. She really rode me, grunting and bubbling up a storm.

I began to feel the strain in my lungs. I could also feel it in her heaving tits. She suddenly launched herself off and made a mad dash for the surface.

I shot up after her, concerned I might have stayed down too deep. I followed her up until we both burst up gasping loudly for breath. We swam to the raft which had drifted even closer to shore.

She panted for breath as she kissed me again. She grabbed my dick and jerked it while asking, “You still hard?”

I nodded… “Unh – hunh.”

“Good. I want to go back down. This time I want you to fuck me doggy style. You know what that is, don’t you?”

I nodded as I looked down. We were closer to the shore. The water was not so deep, meaning we should be able to reach the bottom easily enough.

“Now!” she gasped. Then we both submerged. I followed her down, staying close to her.

The bottom came up much faster this time. We were maybe 10-12 feet down. Carly immediately got on her hands and knees as I got on my knees behind her.

She grabbed me and centered me against her opening. Then she pushed back against me until I pushed deep inside her. She wasn’t taking any chances I might back out at the last second.

She began pushing back against me as I thrust into her. Once more I felt her hands come back and grab onto mine, directing where she wanted them. I ended up reaching underneath her to grope her boobs as I thrust into her from behind.

I was eager for another release. I could tell I was getting close. I knew I shouldn’t have been fucking her at all. But I just couldn’t make myself stop, especially with the two of us holding our breath at the bottom of the lake.

I groped her good and hard as I thrust into her. She grunted up more bubbles as she pushed back against me. Then I felt my balls swell until I exploded deep inside her.

She groaned up bubbles; she must have felt my cum in her. I really groped her boobs as I thrust deep and hard. I wanted to make sure she squeezed every last drop out of me.

It felt like she responded by clenching and crying out. She really milked me dry. Then she grunted up bubbles, a sound that didn’t seem right.

She started to go limp in my grasp. I pulled out of her, but she didn’t make a move toward the surface. I started to panic as I grabbed her and tried hauling her back up.

I was out of breath, my lungs empty. I couldn’t tell if she was conscious or not. For a moment I was afraid we were both going to drown. Then I got her to the surface.

For a moment she didn’t say or do anything. Then she started up a severe coughing fit. I told her over and over again how sorry I was.

I worked her over to the raft and got her on top. Then I finished kicking the raft back to shore. Somehow we both managed to get back into our swimsuits.

I asked again if she was ok. She gave me a not so happy glance as she told me, “You tried to drown me!”

“No, I didn’t! We just got carried away. You were the one who wanted to go back down, remember?”

“But you tried to drown me!”

“You wanted to fuck on the bottom of the lake!” I was surprised and a little put out by her sudden anger.

She gathered up all her stuff and headed for her parents’ car. She was clearly angry, spoiling out time together at the lake. My frantic apologies didn’t make a bit of difference as she climbed in, turned the car around and roared off.

I watched her drive away, feeling crestfallen. That certainly hadn’t ended well. The problem was: I was starting to develop feelings for her. It felt like I was actually falling in love.
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Carly didn’t call me after that. I thought about calling her, but I didn’t want her to hang up on me. I also didn’t know how her parents would react if they found out we’d been sexual in the lake. I didn’t even know whether or not she’d told them.

Things certainly changed at church that Sunday. I started getting looks and snickers from just about everyone in the youth group. Carly was back to being snarky with me while hanging out with her friends.

The way they looked at me made me suspect they knew all about our lake adventures. There was only one person who could have told them. I felt utterly humiliated… and more than a little angry.

Our next youth group outing at the lake was not at all what I’d hoped it would be. I thought Carly would at least show some respect toward me. Instead, she made fun of me behind my back as she sat among her group of friends.

By now I was sure everybody knew. One of the guys I knew finally told me Carly had made a bet with some of the others, claiming she could take my virginity. Now she was cashing in and bragging about it.

I was mortified. But deep down, I was furious over being taken advantage of. I made it a point to spend as much time in the water by myself as possible, avoiding her and the others. I couldn’t believe Carly had turned out to be such a bitch.

A couple friends near the water quietly told me not to let it bother me. They could tell how it had affected me. But it was incredibly hard to ignore. It occurred to me I was going to have to live with this for a while, or at least until I moved away or something.

There was a lot of laughter and pointing at me. Some of the others became indecisive, having a hard time deciding just who to side with. They would be in the firing line if they chose to publicly side with me. So I was pretty much abandoned and ignored for the duration.

Mrs. Walker finally got pissed off about the whole thing. She told her daughter to take the car and all her disgusting friends and drive home. She also told her she was grounded.

Our time at the lake as a church group had officially come to an end. I started to get out of the water. But Mrs. Walker came down to the shoreline and held up a hand.

“Not you, Robert. You don’t have to go anywhere. You can stay as long as you like.”

She turned to see her daughter climbing into the car. The group was breaking up and heading for their vehicles. That left me all alone in the water.

Mrs. Walker was wearing a yellow one-piece. But it was cut well up the thighs, and it revealed a lot of cleavage. The way her breasts pushed through the material with her nipples protruding made it difficult for me not to stare.

“I’m real sorry about that, Robert. My daughter has been bragging about what she did with you for several days now. I guess she did it as a bet. She wanted to prove the right girl in the right situation could make you lose your virginity. I’m sorry she did that to you. I’m seriously considering making her take all the cash she won and give it to you.”

I was really embarrassed. But I tried to shrug it off. I wanted to make light of it despite knowing the hell my next few weeks were going to be like.

“You don’t have to do that, Mrs. Walker. I guess she earned it fair and square. She was, uh… she was good, especially the way she seduced me while we were swimming together. I had no idea women could be like that.”

I saw a look cross her face as though she’d felt included in the generalization. I quickly tried to undo the damage I’d inflicted. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that I, uh… the way we, uh… the way I did your daughter, uh… I mean… I’m sorry I…” How the hell was I supposed to apologize for fucking her daughter?

“It’s ok, Robert,” she said with a dismissive wave. “I thought I raised her better than that. Don’t feel bad about fucking her. You aren’t the first, and you certainly won’t be the last.”

My face went beet red. I lowered my head. “Maybe, uh… maybe I should go home now?”

“Uh… Robert? Can I ask a favor?”

“Sure, Mrs. Walker.”

“Well, I’m a little angry with my daughter right now, and I want to cool off. But as you can see, I’m now without a ride home. Would you take me home as soon as I finish my swim? You can even come out and swim with me if you like.”

I looked at her chest and blushed. She caught me looking and smiled. “Oh, that’s all right, Robert. Don’t worry about it. I understand the type of attention I get because of the suits I wear. Young men can’t help staring. I hope you don’t mind how I look in it.”

“Oh, I don’t mind, Mrs. Walker.”

“Do you like it?” She even twirled right there on the shoreline for me.

I felt my dick harden in my trunks. “Uh… very nice, Mrs. Walker.”

“I see I’ve embarrassed you. I’m sorry. Let’s get into the water and go for a swim; shall we?”

I felt better once she waded out with me into the water. We walked further out until my bulge was submerged and not as easily observable. Then she pointed toward the end of the lake. “Can you make that swim?”

“I think so.”

“Then let’s go.”

She set out with long, smooth strokes. I set off after her until I’d caught up to her. We swam a steady freestyle together until we neared the shore in four feet of water.

She stood up and said, “Can we rest for a few minutes, Robert?” I said it was ok with me. So we waded in and sat in water that covered our laps.

“I want to apologize again for my daughter, Robert.” I just waved her off. I told her I appreciated her kindness. I would just have to accept I’d been tricked and that I would have to be more careful in the future.

“I appreciate the swim, Robert. When I come out here with the group, I don’t often get to enjoy the water all that much. Sometimes I feel I have to stay close to shore and keep an eye on my daughter. You can certainly see why after today, am I right?”

I nodded with a smile. But her sitting there with her chest sticking out in that yellow one-piece was doing me no favors.

“I don’t know what to believe when she says these things, Robert. Sometimes she tells tall tales. She said you did some breath-holding first. Did you two really hold your breath underwater for nearly two minutes? I mean, that sounds kinda iffy to me, especially if you were doing… other things underwater.”

She looked at me as I squirmed a little. She saw I was uncomfortable and tried to backtrack. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I was just being curious is all. A couple of times she sounded proud of what she’d done, especially the breath-holding part.”

I realized Mrs. Walker was trying to be nice to me. I liked our swim and the way she was sitting so close. I decided to open up a little more, being as how I wanted to be nice to her.

“Yes, we did things underwater, Mrs. Walker.” Then I pointed across the lake toward the inlet on the opposite shore. “We did it over there out of sight while using the raft.”

“You mean that wooden raft that often floats around in the lake?”

“That’s the one.” I looked around before adding, “I don’t see it anywhere. It must be near the shore in that inlet over there.”

“I see.” Then she stood up.

“I guess I’m ready to go. Race you back?”

She got up and rushed into deeper water. I chased after her. We both swam hard back to the original shore.

I beat her by a few strokes. She laughed as we waded out together and headed for my towel. “You win,” she replied with a grin. “I guess that means I have to let you show me that inlet and the raft. I want to understand what Carly was talking about so I’ll know how long I have to ground her.”

“Oh, you don’t have to punish her, Mrs. Walker. But you do what you’ve got to do.”

“Would it be all right if you showed me that inlet?”

“Sure, Mrs. Walker.”

I gave her my towel as I noticed her daughter hadn’t left one behind. Then we headed up to my car. A part of me felt funny spending all this time with her. But another part felt like she was only trying to make up for the humiliation I’d endured earlier.

2021 (written May 23 ’21 by riwa)

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Girl’s night out 2 4.4 (55)

Posted on April 20, 2023 by riwa

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.

Chapter 2

“You’re probably a little thirsty and dehydrated right now; am I right?”

“You could say that,” I nod tiredly. “Is there somewhere we can go to get something to drink? A water fountain maybe?”

“I think I can do you one better.”

She stands upright. Then she reaches down with an arm to help me up. “Thanks,” I tell her. “By the way, my name is…”

She shakes her head as she brings a finger to her lips. “No names,” she says. “It’s not like it’s a hard and fast rule around here. But some of the ladies we meet aren’t going to live through the night. We don’t get attached to anyone except through sex and the excitement of watching a lot of hangings.”

“Will there be a lot?” I ask curiously. I suddenly feel nervous again. Am I at risk simply by being here?

“It depends on the crowd we get and who is eager to hang. This is my third visit.” That’s when she leads me out of the room, the orgy still in full swing behind us.

I look at her in surprise. “Your third? Tonight are you going to, uh…?”

She smiles coyly at me. “Hang myself? I don’t rightly know. Some girls come for the specific purpose of hanging themselves. Some come intending to watch and end up getting all caught up in the excitement.”

“Are there any who aren’t willing? To hang, I mean?”

Once more I’m wondering how much danger I might be in. Would my sister intervene in order to save me? What if she becomes overly enthusiastic to the point where she wants to watch me swing?

The brunette seems to understand my concerns. “If you’re in the building, it means you’re at least somewhat open to the possibility. Females who’d never want to risk it wouldn’t dare set foot inside the door. After all, there’s that temptation of losing yourself to the thrill of it all.”

“What if I don’t…? I mean… what if I’m not…?” I find myself filled with a sense of foreboding, along with a certain perverse arousal at the idea I might find myself dangling from a noose before the night is over.

“If you’re dead set against it, you probably shouldn’t be in here. On the other hand, if you have the least little curiosity on the matter…?” The brunette smiles at me as though she might very well enjoy watching me kick up a jig in the noose.

We round a corner and end up in a large room with tables and chairs. There’s some sort of wet bar along one wall. She leads me right over.

A couple of nudes are behind the wet bar. The MILF in short, dirty-blonde hair walks over to us and smiles. “What’ll it be, ladies? Need a quick pick-me-up? You look like you’ve been hard at it.”

“Two,” the brunette says, holding up her fingers while ordering for me. The MILF goes off to fix them for us.

I turn to ask the brunette about the drinks. She speaks up before I can utter a word as though anticipating my question. “Sorry, but there will be very little alcoholic content. Legal reasons, you know. We all have to be fully aware of our own decision to go for a swinging good time. We can’t have anyone claiming so-and-so got drunk or she would never have consented. What they serve is designed to replace the bodily fluids we lost so we don’t get too dehydrated.”

“I see.”

The drinks arrive and I gulp mine down. It’s fruity, with just a hint of alcohol in it. After a couple of minutes I feel myself starting to revive.

We walk over to a table and sit down. The chairs are all plastic and are not really designed for comfort. I suspect they don’t expect us to be sitting in them long, especially with our nudity as well as all the fluids dripping out of so many pussies.

Full nudity is on display. I see no evidence of women trying to act modest. It’s still a bit of a shock to my system.

A young woman with short blonde hair and tats on her boobs walks by and pats me on the arm. “Love to see you swing, darling.” She gives me a lewd grin before heading off with her companion who also leers at me. It gives me the shivers something fierce.

I look at the brunette as though I’m not sure how to react. “There’s a lot of that around here,” she chuckles. “You see somebody and you just can’t help imagining them kicking it up in a noose.”

“Do you see me like that?” I ask nervously.

“Can’t help it,” she smiles back. “I saw how orgasmic you were back in the mattress room. It makes me wonder what kind of a dance you might put on.”

“I’m not here for the dancing,” I tell her firmly. “My sister brought me. Her daughter is here, along with her daughter’s lover.”

“You think your sister secretly knows more about you than she’s letting on?”

“Of course not! What makes you say that?”

“Just wondering why she brought you along if you’re so against it.”

“I didn’t say I was against it. I’m just…” She looks at me with a smile of amusement until I find myself becoming flustered and embarrassed.

The brunette looks slyly at me. “For the sake of discussion, we’ll agree she didn’t bring you here to hang you. Do you think she has other motives?”

“Like what?”

“Do you think she might volunteer to hang in your place? What about her daughter and her daughter’s lover? Do you think either one of them might hang tonight?”

“No.” Then I pause to think it over. “Now that you mention it, I’m not so sure anymore. I don’t know what to think. I can’t possibly imagine my sister and her daughter bringing me here just to watch them hang together.”

“I’ve seen it before.”

“Seen what before?”

“A mother and daughter hanging together.”

I stare at her in shock. “You’re kidding!”

“I’ll admit it was quite the surprise. But they went one right after the other. So it’s not outside the realm of possibility.”

I shake my head in disbelief. Is it possible Cassandra and her daughter Carrie might hang themselves before the night is over?? I suddenly have this ridiculous image of me trying to find her keys to drive her car home.

The brunette suddenly changes the subject. “We were talking about women eager to watch another woman hang. So now I’m curious. If you could pick out anyone here to watch dangle from a noose, who would it be?”

“Well, I don’t know,” I tell her uncertainly as I look all around. “I’m not sure I have a… I mean… I don’t know who I’d like to watch, uh…”

“What about your sister? Or her daughter?”

“Cassie? Carrie?? I couldn’t imagine them, uh…” That’s when I try to develop a mental picture of either one of them hanging naked from a noose. It gives me a strange tingle down in my loins, and I blush with embarrassment.

“Aha!” the brunette says with a laugh. “We may have a winner! You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”

At that moment a really young woman with a drink in her hand comes up to our table. She has small breasts, and her blonde hair goes halfway down her backside. There’s a tattoo on her right arm above the elbow, and a couple smaller ones on her left.

“How about me?” she asks somewhat eagerly. “I couldn’t help overhearing your discussion. You were talking about who you would like to watch hang later. So how about me?”

I look at her in astonishment. “Are you… are you really here to hang tonight??”

“I sure am! I couldn’t talk any of my friends into coming along. They all think I’m crazy. So I hitched a ride and came all by myself. I’m having a blast so far. But I can’t wait for the main event.”

I stare at her in disbelief. “You can’t be much older than…”

“I turned nineteen last month. I’ve been thinking about this ever since I first heard about this place. I’m so excited I could just burst.”

“You’re definitely going through with it then?” I find hard to believe she really wants to end her life with a noose!

“As soon as they start hanging girls. I hope to be one of the first ones in line. So what about it?”

“What about what?”

“Would you like to watch me hang?”

“I, uh… I don’t know.” Is she seriously asking me this??

“I was hoping to find someone who would watch me, you know… someone who would really enjoy seeing me hang. Everyone here is of the same mind. So I was looking for someone different, someone who it might affect in a special and exciting way.”

“I’d love to watch you hang, honey,” the brunette says with a lustful grin.

The nineteen year old giggles at her. Then she turns to look right at me. “I heard you saying you weren’t sure about all this. Maybe my hanging will help you decide. Is it ok if I dance for you tonight?”

“Dance for me?”

“You know. In the noose. Hang, I mean.”

I’m already understandably nervous being in a building where I might find myself getting strung up if I’m not careful. But I never expected to find a girl wanting to hang specifically for me, certainly not one so young.

“You really want to hang for me?”

“If you’ll let me.”

“I guess I can’t stop you, can I?”

She giggles again. “I’m going to do it anyway. I just thought it would be great if I did it for one person in particular. I know everyone will be watching and cheering. But I want to dance for you special.”

I look at the brunette who smiles back at me. “Uh… I’m flattered. Sure, I’d, uh… I’d love to watch you hang for me. But what if I, uh… I don’t want to miss it when you decide it’s your time to go.”

“I’ll wait near the entrance to the hanging pit and watch for you. Once I see you and you see me, I’ll get in line. Then I’ll kick it up just for you. What do you think about that? Does it excite you?”

I feel my pussy tingle as a flush of warmth passes through me. I don’t know why her offering to hang for me affects me so. I blush as I lower my head.

“I think she’s looking forward to it,” my brunette companion tells her with a lustful grin. “I’d say your offer’s having the right effect on her. Tell you what I’ll do. I’m going to show her around the place… introduce her to a couple of rooms just to get her in the mood. When the music starts up, I’ll make sure to get her out to the hanging pit in time. We might be a few minutes late, especially if we get caught in the middle of something. So give us some time to make our way out to the hanging pit, ok?”

“Cool!” the teen blonde gushes. Then she leans in and gives me a kiss that would melt lead.

I’m breathless when we come up for air. She sees how flustered I’ve become. It makes her smile excitedly.

“Now she’s really looking forward to watching you hang,” my brunette companion says to her with a huge grin on her face. “With a kiss like that as you offer yourself to her? I’ll make sure she gets to the hanging pit for you.” I just look at them both in astonishment, not knowing what to say.

“That’s great!” Then she looks me right in the eye. “You have no idea how turned on I am knowing you’ll be watching me hang to death. I hope my dance really turns you on.”

“I, uh…” I find myself having a hard time finding the right words. Hell, what ARE the right words for a situation like this??

“Oh, I think she’ll be turned on all right,” the brunette says with a nod of her head.

“Cool!” And with that, the teen wanders off.

I lean over and quietly ask my companion, “Is she for real? Do you really think she wants to hang to death just for me?”

“Seems serious to me,” she replies with a smile. “Every now and then you get one like that. She’s so turned on that she can’t think of anything else. It’s almost like they’re addicted or something. They become so obsessed with it that they can’t help themselves.”

“Think she’ll change her mind?”

“Only after it’s too late. It might be the pain once she’s in the noose, or it might be the realization she’s fully committed herself and is about to die. Then again, she might be so turned on that she won’t be fully satisfied until she hangs to death strictly for your enjoyment.”

“I don’t want her to do anything foolish on my account.”

“She looks like the type of person who would probably do it on a whim. But I think she wants to dance special for someone. She’s going to do it anyway, but apparently she really wants to do it if someone like you will be there watching her hang the entire time.”

“I don’t know how I should feel.”

“If it were me, I’d feel flattered… and aroused. To be honest, I’m already wet knowing she wants to hang special for you.”

“I guess I’m flattered then. But I still don’t know how I should truly feel.”

“Are you aroused?” The brunette laughs when I lower my head and blush.

“I thought so. Want another drink?”

“Yes, please.”

She gets up and goes to the wet bar to fetch a couple more. While she’s gone, two more women walk by and tell me how much they’d love to watch me hang. I smile politely as I think to myself, ‘thanks, but no thanks.’

My reaction after they’re gone? I find myself becoming strangely aroused at the knowledge there are people here who seem more than a little eager to watch me strangle to death by dangling from a noose.

The brunette returns with the drinks. She sits back down and hands me mine. We drain them as more women walk by. We both end up receiving compliments, along with the verbalized desire to see us both at the end of a rope before the night is over.

When I finish my drink she asks, “Want to look around before the hangings begin? We’ve still got some time to kill.” Then she smiles as she adds, “Oops. Bad choice of words.”

“What else is there to see?” I ask curiously. “Are you talking about us going to another room with a huge mattress on the floor for a giant orgy?”

“Oh, no. We have other rooms to use for different kinds of fun. I’m betting your family members are using one right now. Here, let me show you.”

She stands up, and I rise up with her. We exit the room, leaving behind all sorts of naked women drinking and talking amongst themselves. We get several looks and a couple more comments before we’re out of the room.

There are women of all types going up and down the hallways. Some pass in and out of doors, often in groups of twos and threes. But there are a few girls obviously flying solo, making me wonder if they’re like the teen we met back at the wet bar.

The brunette tries one door, opening it up and looking inside. I heard strange sounds coming out into the hallway, along with moans and chuckles. She smiles at me as she waves me in while saying, “You might like this room.”

I follow her into the room and am astonished at what I see. It’s not very big. But there are four posts sticking up in the four corners.

Nine or ten women are inside. A naked woman sits elevated in front of each of the four posts. Her arms appear to be attached to cuffs along the sides of the length of the post she’s attached to. What she sits on barely qualifies as a seat.

Three of them are in the process of being strangled with a cord that appears to attach to the post. The fourth has a bag over her head. Two of the strangled girls are having their crotches licked as they struggle to breathe, their legs forcibly spread open.

“What the hell is this??” I whisper to the brunette.

“One of the garrote rooms,” she replies quietly. “There are several in the building. This is one of the smaller ones. Not as many women inside. This way you can see what is happening to the other girls from any post in the room.”

2020 (written for Carrie Oct 17 ’20 by riwa)

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Eva the Aqua-slut 4.4 (103)

Posted on April 15, 2023 by riwa

I’ve been a water-baby for as long as I can remember. Mom says when she first introduced me to a wading pool she couldn’t get me out of it. I was the easiest kid in our neighborhood to be made to take a bath.

When I got older I spent as much time as possible underwater. I learned to orgasm while holding my breath at the bottom of a pool. After that, it nearly became impossible for me to cum anywhere else.

I dated several guys, but they had a problem trying to fuck me in a pool. I always made it a point to please them. But they seldom wanted to return the favor by getting into a pool with me and fucking me underwater.

I was a college student when I found out about the Aqua Club. The first time I went there I met a guy named Buck Trotter who loved to fuck underwater. He had a great cock.

We did it in the pool until I orgasmed three times. From then on I became a pretty popular member. It became well known I would fuck anyone underwater who could hold his breath long enough.

Last year they decided to introduce fuck-drowning to members of the Club. They wanted volunteers who’d be willing to drown for them while having sex underwater. Naturally I was the first one who volunteered. It was not a surprise to anyone.

The Club was willing to pimp me out for a fee of course. They would get a percentage and so would I. I liked the idea of getting paid to cum underwater. But I ended up volunteering for the orgasms far more than any money I would make.

Before I took the risk with my first customer I had to prove I would be a willing participant. That meant I couldn’t struggle too much against my fuck-buddy. So I had to go through an initiation… a try-out, so to speak.

Arnie Jensen volunteered to test me out in the Club’s outdoor pool. He was a natural pick as I knew Arnie was fond of drownings. I should have known he would want to be the one to test my abilities.

On the day of my drowning I dressed up in my skimpiest lime-green bikini. A strip barely covered my crotch. Additionally there was very little material obscuring my boobs.

I joined Arnie in the pool, ready to fuck and drown for him. He asked what he could do to me. I smiled as I told him this was his test. He was free to do anything he wanted.

I think the poor bastard wanted to fuck me as he drowned me. But he decided to remain respectful. So I figured I was not going to have much of a sexual test with him.

He touched me all over, caressing my tits while rubbing my crotch. It got me all wet and horny. Knowing he was going to drown me was unnerving as hell. But I was also kind of excited. I figured I was going to cum pretty damn hard when it happened.

He looked at me and smiled. “Ready to drown, Eva?”

“Let ‘er rip, Arnie. I’m ready when you are.”

“Good girl. I think I’m going to make this a little rough on you, just to make sure you’re up for it.”

He didn’t give me a single moment to rethink my decision. He just pushed down on my chest, submerging me. Then he eagerly worked my top off my boobs.

I figured he wanted me to put up a bit of a fight. So I bubbled and struggled a little. He pushed down harder, making sure I couldn’t get up for a breath.

Arnie was wearing baggy trunks. But I could tell he had an erection. It turned me on knowing how excited he’d become.

I put up more of a struggle as he kept me under. I felt a surge of erotic fear as my body demanded I take a breath. I spewed up bubbles as I tried not to fight him too much.

I heard him up at the surface telling me how turned on he was at holding me down and drowning me. Imagining him creaming his trunks really got me excited. But that’s when breathless anxiety set in.

I tried to relax and let it happen naturally. But my lungs heaved in my chest. That’s when I panicked.

I swallowed a mouthful of water. Some of it went down the wrong way. A moment later I began thrashing about. But Arnie wouldn’t let me up until I’d finished drowning.

About that time my orgasm hit full-on. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It was as though I’d been plugged into an outlet of white-hot pleasure.

I shuddered as I coughed up bubbles. Arnie grimly continued holding me down. I kicked and thrashed about until I just couldn’t find the energy to fight any more.

I finally went limp in his grasp. I stared up at the sky, a look of shock in my features. Arnie later told me I had this drugged look in my eyes. He thought I’d cum pretty damn hard.

He let me drift up to the surface. Later he told me I wasn’t breathing or anything. He said he just stood there admiring my boobs as I floated at the surface.

He said he dragged me by my hair to the side of the pool. Then he helped me out of the water. He confessed to creaming his trunks during my drowning. Hearing about that later really turned me on.

He said I was fairly easy to revive. I remembered coughing up a ton of bubbles before I went limp as I drowned. But I didn’t remember a thing after that until they worked on me and got me breathing again.

They monitored me for a couple of days. But they concluded I’d suffered no lasting damage. That meant I was ready to become the club’s first drowning aqua-slut.

Word slowly got out I was willing to drown while I was being fucked underwater. The first guy that wanted to take me up on it was Kenny Barnes. He was told he would have to be careful with me as they wanted to keep me around a while.

I don’t know if that scared him or not. So we started slow. We did a lot of touching and kissing. And I did a lot of sucking his cock underwater.

I could tell he was a little nervous. Nobody wanted me to get hurt. They just wanted to drown me during sex.

Kenny decided to pull an “Arnie” on me. He didn’t have sex with me. But he did want to watch me drown.

I jerked his cock as I smiled at him. “It’s all right, Kenny. I’ll drown for you anytime. Go right ahead.”

He pushed me underwater and split my legs apart. Then he began eating me out. I writhed and bubbled as I felt the approach of the release I wanted.

He lifted his head up for a breath while I stayed under. Pretty soon my lungs were screaming at me. But I was a little more relaxed than I was with Arnie.

I was angled downward, my head on the bottom as he held me in place. I think he wanted to watch me at the moment I started to drown. The ache in my lungs got real intense as my orgasm drew nearer.

I held my breath for as long as I could. I didn’t struggle nearly as much as I did with Arnie. I already had an idea what to expect.

It kind of hit without warning. My chest heaved as convulsions set in. Then it swelled within me until I popped off in orgasm.

It flushed hotly through my body. It was a pretty intense orgasm. Then my lungs heaved in agony.

I forgot to hold my breath as I opened my mouth. All my air billowed away. Then I hitched and gurgled as I started to drown.

It was just as painful as the last time with Arnie. I hitched and convulsed as I tried to get to the surface. Kenny calmly kept me submerged.

I felt his cock against my ass-crack. I think he creamed the pool as I shuddered hard. Then I went limp.

I was barely conscious when he hauled me out of the water. I doubt I was under more than 10 or 15 seconds. Then I was coughing like crazy up at the surface.

Kenny asked me how it felt. I told him my orgasm felt wonderful. Then I asked him if his cock went off. He told me it did.

I was supposed to stay out of the water for two days between drownings. I told Kenny I’d enjoyed it. He said next time he wouldn’t be so hesitant with me. He didn’t want to hurt me, but watching me drown meant he wanted to come back for more. I told him I was more than willing.
—
About a week later Buck Trotter came looking for me. I was wondering when he was going to get around to giving me a good fuck-drowning. Knowing he was on the schedule turned me on like you wouldn’t believe.

We got naked in the pool and started making out. He wanted to know what it had felt like drowning for Arnie and Kenny. So I told him as much as I remembered.

He looked at me before asking, “Are you scared knowing you’re going to drown for me, Eva?”

I smiled as I replied, “Not at all, Buck. I was wondering how long it was going to take before you found out about me. I know how much we love doing it underwater. This time you’re going to have an aqua-slut drowning on the end of your cock.”

I started off by submerging to suck his dick. Buck always did enjoy keeping me under for prolonged periods of time just to watch my struggles and my bubbles come up. Now he was going to be allowed to keep me under until I drowned.

I gave him a couple of long, cock-sucking breath-holds. He made sure my lungs were on fire each time before he let me up. He knew how to push my limits without going over the edge. So I wondered if he would be able to go all the way with me.

When it came time for the main event I simply climbed into his lap and rode him underwater. Buck likes to hold his breath. But I like to hold mine even more. Sometimes he fucks me while his head is sticking up out of the water.

At first he seemed to be holding back. Maybe he was afraid of hurting me. Then things really picked up.

He rolled me over and began fucking me from behind. That’s my favorite position with Buck. He just exudes this raw animal magnetism whenever he’s giving it to me from behind.

My first orgasm with Buck was intense. He didn’t try to drown me or anything. Then he got a big breath before we went under for round two.

He was still hard as he pounded me from behind. I could feel another orgasm coming on strong. Buck’s dick always seems to hit me just right.

It swelled within me as my lungs began to burn. This time I tried to hold it back. I really wanted to give Buck a treat by drowning for him.

He got more and more excited as he pounded me good and hard. I started bubbling, “Drown me, Buck! Drown your aqua-slut!” I was so turned on I could hardly think straight.

The agony intensified in my lungs. I couldn’t hold back, and I orgasmed up a storm. Buck just kept pounding me until my lungs felt like they were empty.

My chest heaved as my body wanted to breathe again. I made myself stay down as I got a great Buck-fuck. Then my lungs gave out as a more intense orgasm slammed into me.

I screamed my breath away. Then I hitched as I swallowed water. I winced as I went into painful convulsions, cumming and drowning at the same time.

All my senses dimmed until all I was aware of was a cock going off deep inside me. It made me shudder from another climax. Then I was aware of nothing at all.

When I came back around I was lying on the ground next to the pool. Buck and another club member were looking down on me. When he saw me looking up at him Buck grinned from ear to ear.

“Damn, Eva. You milked ever last drop out of me while you were drowning. That was fucking incredible. I’m going to have to fuck-drown you more often!” I just smiled weakly at him.
—
I always did want to fuck Paul underwater from the moment I laid eyes on him. The problem was: he had a girl named Brooke. She frequently showed up at the club with him where they often engaged in underwater trysts.

I saw him a few times wearing speedos. They always outlined what looked like a very meaty organ. I was determined to get alone with him at least once.

One day I caught him swimming alone at the club without Brooke. I was skinny-dipping when I swam up to him and started talking to him. I told him how much I admired his abilities in the water.

He smiled as he said, “You’re the club aqua-slut, aren’t you? I heard Buck, Kenny and Arnie got to drown you.”

“I’m the club’s drowning aqua-slut,” I corrected him. Then I reached down and rubbed his crotch. I loved what stiffened behind those speedos of his.

He smiled as he asked, “So tell me, Eva. What’s it like to drown with a cock inside you?”

“It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, Paul. I can’t cum unless I’m fucked underwater while holding my breath. Cumming as I drown only intensifies the orgasms.” I rubbed his bulge a little harder as I leaned up against him.

“You realize I’ve been seeing Brooke, don’t you? She and I have been going at it pretty regularly here at the club whenever our schedules permit.”

“She’s not here right now; is she, Paul?” I grabbed his erection through the material and stroked him suggestively.

“No, she’s at work right now. I don’t think she’d appreciate you moving in on me though.”

I smiled coyly. “How do you feel about the idea of fucking me while I drown, Paul?”

I gave his bulge a jerk. He twitched in my hand. “Well, Eva; you’ve certainly got my attention right now.”

“Do I?”

I peeled his speedos away until I could reach in and give him a good stroking. He was nice and hard in my grasp. It felt like a good 8 or 9 niches of incredible man-meat.

“You realize you’re playing with fire. You know that, don’t you?”

“What’s my punishment for ‘playing with fire’, Paul?”

“I might just have to drown you, Eva.”

“With your cock inside me?” And with that I filled my lungs and submerged.

I was so horny I didn’t waste any time teasing him. I took him right between my lips and immediately went to work sucking on him. Bubbles came out of my nose as I gobbled him down.

I heard him gasp up at the surface. He grabbed me by my head and pulled me up. “Eva, I’m not sure this is such a good idea.”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to drown me, Paul.” And with that I filled my lungs before going right back down.

I swallowed his dick, bobbing up and down on it. More bubbles dribbled out of my nose. Then I slowly took him deep.

I got him into my throat without gagging. I grunted up bubbles as I licked his balls with my tongue. I was all hot and bothered to the point where I didn’t care whether he drowned me with his cock down my throat or buried in my kitty… just so long as he drowned me either way.

I stayed down for a good couple of minutes swallowing his meaty pole. When I surfaced I could tell by the look in his eyes he wasn’t going to resist. So I pulled him out with me into deeper water.

I filled my lungs and submerged again. I gagged and grunted on his dick until he was nice and hard. Then he pulled my head up.

“Well damn, Eva. I guess you leave me no other choice. You realize Brooke’s going to drown the shit out of you when she finds out.”

“You first, Paul,” I panted as my kitty throbbed like crazy.

“You got it.” And with that he forced me under before ramming his cock deep inside me.

You have no idea what it did to me feeling his delicious fuck-stick invade my hungering love-tunnel. The fact I was underwater holding my breath only made the sensations that much more intense. He really gave it to me good, pounding the shit out of me until my lungs were screaming in my chest.

I thought he was going to drown me right then and there. But he let me up for a breath of air. “I’ll just tell Brooke you came on to me and paid the price for it.” Then he shoved me right back down.

He held me sideways, splitting my legs apart. He fucked pleasure into my throbbing cunt until I could hardly stand it. When I finally went off it was glorious.

My lungs were on fire as my orgasm began to fade. But Paul was just getting started. A moment later I winced as another orgasm enveloped me. Then I gulped water and started drowning.

He pounded me like there was no tomorrow. I just hitched and convulsed as his cock thrust in and out of me. A moment later I felt him thrust hard and deep as he pumped what felt like gallons of his seed into me.

The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It hurt like hell, an agony mixed with the white-hot sensation of a never-ending climax. It literally battered me into oblivion.

When I came back around I was up at the surface lying on the floor. I coughed up a lot of water as my chest hurt like hell. I felt all dizzy and disoriented. It also felt like I could sleep for a week.

“You ok, Eva?” I was touched he seemed so concerned.

“I think I’ll be all right. But now I have to stay out of the water for 2 or 3 days.”

“You’d better rest up. Brooke is going to want a crack at you the next time she shows up.”

“I’ll willingly submit to my punishment, Paul. Thanks for drowning me.”

He shook his head as he muttered, “Crazy aqua-slut.”

“That’s drowning aqua-slut to you, Paul.” He just chuckled.

He didn’t know what to do with me. To this day I think he still doesn’t know. But I’m always open to be fuck-drowned by him any time he wants.
—
A few days later Brooke came looking for me. I could tell she wasn’t happy about something. As for me I was “innocently” skinny-dipping in the club’s indoor pool, teasing a couple of club members.

She was totally naked when she got into the water. There was a weight belt around her waist. The look on her face indicated she was not to be trifled with.

She waved away the guys I was trying to seduce. “Sorry, fellas. But the bitch is mine for the next few minutes. You’ll have to wait your turn.” Then she came after me.

She wasn’t the least bit interested in anything sexual. She just came after me. The fight was on.

We wrestled around in the deep end. But it soon became apparent the bitch was better than I was. She could hold her breath a little longer and was quite agile. No wonder Paul was so fond of her.

She got behind me and wrapped her legs around me. The weight belt took us both down. She humped my ass from behind as I struggled in her grasp.

She didn’t fight with me or anything. She was just waiting me out. And I couldn’t shake her.

I struggled to hold my breath. She reached around and cruelly mauled my boobs. It was sweet agony.

My lungs were on the verge of giving out when she let me go. I shot up to the surface and panted like crazy. A moment later she came up and pulled me back down.

This time she mashed my face into her crotch. Then she humped the shit out of my head. I grunted and bubbled as I tried to kick my way out of her grasp. But she was determined… and I was becoming exhausted.

I struggled and bubbled in her grasp. But it didn’t do any good. I don’t think she cared whether or not I pleased her sexually. She was just being brutal and sadistic.

My lungs were on fire as I spewed away the last of my breath. The fear and excitement overcame me in a massive flush of pleasure. I promptly went limp, allowing her to do anything she wanted.

I swallowed water and went into spasms. She pulled me right up. My head came up at the surface coughing and sputtering.

“Slut!” she snarled. Then she forced me right back down. This time she flipped me upside down.

There was no way I was going to be able to hold my breath. Then the fucking bitch bit my cunt. I jerked and gurgled as I orgasmed like a two-dollar whore in some back alley. Then I started to drown as she continued to hold me upside down.

She pulled me back up until once more my head came up coughing and sputtering. She snarled, “Fucking whore!” Then she submerged me yet again.

This time Brooke rode me all the way to the bottom, straddling me while humping her crotch against mine. There was no way I could hold my breath. The next orgasm that hit was so intense that it battered me senseless.

When I awakened I was up at the surface lying flat on my back on the side of the pool. Those two guys were working on me as Brooke hovered nearby. “Tell the bitch if she ever fucks Paul again I’ll make fucking sure she’s not revived!” Then she stalked off.

It took me some time to recover from that one. You would think that experience would have cured me from my desire to drown for the guys at the club. But tomorrow I’ll be going back to use their pools.

I’m just crazy enough to tempt fate again. I might go looking for Paul. Hell, I might even taunt Brooke in the hopes she’ll drown me again. That last orgasm I had while she was drowning me was the best ever…

2020 (written Sep 13 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by pictures I found on the Internet, including some from sexunderwater which I used as illustrations.)

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Donna’s shore leave 7 4.2 (22)

Posted on April 10, 2023 by riwa

The nymphs pulled her forward, chittering excitedly as though giddy at having an extra toy to play with. It wasn’t long until they’d worked Donna’s outfit up over her head.

Yeoman Rand kept shaking her head, trying to cry out to her through the undergarment stuffed into her mouth. But there simply wasn’t anything Donna could do to stop them. Leiani was right; there was something enchanting about them. She simply has no will to resist them.

Once again, she was reminded of the memo she’d received aboard the Enterprise about minding her thoughts. Yeoman Dangling couldn’t help somehow feeling responsible for the situation she and Janice were in. Virtually everything that had happened to her on the planet’s surface could be pinpointed to a thought, fantasy or desire she harbored.

It seemed incredible that one’s very thoughts could manifest into such a terribly erotic, yet deadly reality. Inwardly, she cursed herself for not studying that memo more closely and learning more about the planet she was now about to die on. But there was nothing she could do about it now.

Her mind was absolutely locked onto her and Janice’s immediate future. Try as she might, she simply couldn’t think of anything else. It was all so utterly terrifying… and yet so unbelievably arousing.

Her black bra came off next. One of the creatures casually brushed its fingers over her quivering mounds as the item was tossed aside. Donna’s nipples became horribly erect, and she was unable to stop quivering.

The boots came off next, followed by her soaked undergarments. That particular item she didn’t mind shedding so much. It was so messy and sticky against her skin.

One of the damned creatures held it in its hand. It sniffed it curiously, squishing it while feeling the wetness of the item. Then it looked back at Donna before looking down between her legs. Donna found herself trembling like mad with embarrassment as it studied her dripping, hairless slit as though figuring things out by putting two and two together.

The black nylons came off last. They were used to secure her wrists behind her back. Donna couldn’t help gasping and shuddering each time one of them brushed a hand over her flesh. Each touch pulled a soft, breathy moan out of her mouth.

She was finally escorted over to the rocky incline that Janice stood upon. Behind her, she heard Leiani giggling over how much fun it was going to be to see the both of them hang together. She whimpered with fear and arousal as she glanced back in anguish at her former lover.

She was placed next to a trembling Janice Rand. Donna looked out to the noose dangling from her pole. She found herself wondering how the hell the two nymphs were going to retrieve it. Her curiosity was answered in less than a heartbeat.

The one standing next to her made an incredible leap upward. Wrapping its arms around the wooden pole, it did a gymnast’s swing up onto the top of it where it came down and straddled the pole. Then it shimmied out to the end where it reached down, grabbed a section of rope and began to make it swing back and forth, each time making the noose swing closer to where she and Janice were standing.

Once more Donna was amazed at the agility of the damned things. But when she considered the times she had discussed the existence and characteristics of nymphs with Leiani back on the Enterprise, she realized that she shouldn’t have been so surprised. After all, this only fit in with her image of what nymphs were like.

Gawd; maybe this really WAS all her fault!

The other one was reaching up for the noose, trying to snag the swinging coil, when Leiani suddenly appeared. She gently ushered it off to one side with a grin and a “Let me get it for you.”

The Asian woman was several centimeters taller than either nymph, although she was a handful of centimeters shorter than either Donna or Janice. But when the noose swung her way once again, she grabbed it easily, much to Donna’s horror.

The yeoman stared at her former lover with a look of “Gawd – how COULD you??” Leiani just giggled at her. Then her former lover brushed Donna’s dark blond strands out of the way before gently bringing the noose down over her head.

“Gawd, Leiani; what are you DOING?” Donna breathed, her voice quavering.

“It goes right about here; right, baby?” the Asian giggled, placing the noose gently against her neck. “Gawd, baby! It almost fits perfectly with your Venus rings, as though your neck was made for the noose.”

Leiani giggled again as she abruptly tightened the noose with a dramatic tug. It caused Donna to “GAWK!” as another erotic shiver set her to tingling like mad. Surely this couldn’t be happening right now!

The quivering yeoman moaned as Leiani gently ran a finger along the lines above and below the noose that encircled her neck, seductively tracing their circular path around her throat. “Gawd, baby; don’t DO this!” Donna whimpered weakly, her legs feeling all rubbery. But Leiani just giggled at her once more. The distinctive sensation of the rope encircling her throat was driving her mad with deliciously erotic terror.

Yeoman Dangling felt like a long dormant volcano that had come back to life and was now getting ready to erupt with a massive explosion. Every muscle felt all tensed up, her body screaming at her for an orgasmic release. Donna fought like hell to hold it back.

She could no longer think straight. The only thought on her mind was that she and Janice were about to hang. It terrified her like nothing had ever terrified her before.

The two of them would soon be swinging several hundred meters above the forest floor below. At the same time, she felt an intensely erotic excitement. She couldn’t understand how she could feel so incredibly alive just a few minutes before she would soon be hanging to death.

The creature on the pole shimmied back. It flipped itself back inside with an incredible leap of agility before it grabbed her by the shoulders. Donna shivered as it gently twisted her around until she and Janice were both facing into the cave.

Now both of them had their backs to the horror that awaited behind them. She trembled as she struggled to remain upright, trying to keep from falling over backward. Donna wanted to cry out; wanted to beg them to cut them both down. But her heart was in her throat, and she couldn’t find her voice.

Only now did she truly notice the similarities between her and Janice as the two of them stood together naked. Both of them whimpered and trembled as they anxiously awaited the moment of their execution. They were similar in height, although Rand was a couple centimeters taller than her.

Her shipmate’s ample breasts appeared to be a little bit bigger than hers. However, both sets were heaving up and down together in fearful distress. Both sets of nipples were painfully erect as both women trembled in great fear. Donna couldn’t help noticing that they both seemed to be disturbingly aroused, judging by the wetness down around each of their slits.

There was something about yeoman Rand in her current condition that made the young woman look so incredibly sexy. If only she could have gotten the chance to get to know Janice better. Maybe one day she could have gotten the chance to break down the yeoman’s barriers and engage her in some sort of erotic, lesbian breath-play.
Now it was too late. In mere moments, the two of them would be swinging together. Donna couldn’t help wondering why the thought of hanging with Janice was so damned arousing as much as it was frightening.

The two nymphs stepped up to each of them, chittering excitedly. They side-stepped Leiani, their arms eagerly stretched forward as though they were about to push the two shipmates backward into open air. Donna gasped in horror as the terror and excitement swelled within her to a fever pitch.

Was this it? She certainly thought so! Poor Janice could only whimper into her gag while shaking her head no.

“WAIT!” Leiani blurted out, stopping the two dead in their tracks.

They turned and chittered at her questioningly as the two helpless, naked shipmates trembled. Both of them could only struggle to maintain their balance. Their legs were becoming rubbery, causing them to struggle not to pitch backward to their doom.

“You gotta get ’em READY first!” Leiani told them as though patiently explaining things to a child. “Here; let me show you.”

She gave Donna a devilish grin. But instead of moving toward her former lover, she moved toward Janice, causing the nymph who was standing in front of the terrified yeoman to step back out of the way in curiosity.

“Here, baby,” Leiani cooed at the trembling woman. “Let’s get that nasty thing out of your mouth, shall we?”

She gently pulled the undergarment out of the yeoman’s mouth and tossed it away. Janice gasped and whimpered, working her jaws in an effort to get them to function again so she could try to speak. “Gawd, Leiani!” she gasped fearfully as she found her quivering voice. “What are you DOING?! For gawd’s sake; get us DOWN from here!!”

“Can’t do that, baby,” Leiani smiled matter-of-factly with a sad shake her head. Then she slowly reached out and lovingly caressed the poor woman’s quivering flesh with a seductive purr.

“Gawd, Leiani; why NOT??” Janice gasped, trying hard not to moan at the traitorous woman’s touch.

“Because it’s what Donna wants,” the Asian replied with a giggle.

Janice turned toward Donna, horror-stricken. “Gawd, Donna; what’s she talking about? Surely this isn’t YOUR doing, is it??”

Donna didn’t know what to say. Instinctively, she tried to look away she felt an intense wave of shame flow through her body.

“Don’t blame her too much for this,” Leiani said playfully. “Part of this is my fault as well. To be honest, I’ve ALWAYS wanted to hang you, Janice.” Then the Asian woman let out a naughty giggle.

“Ohmygawd! Leiani?! NOOO!”

The young woman ignored her. Instead, she addressed the two wood nymphs as though teaching a couple of attentive pupils. “Pay attention, you two, ’cause this is how it’s done.”

She grinned wickedly at her former lover. “Bet you wish you were in MY shoes now, don’t you, baby?” Then she giggled again. The young Asian woman seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself.

Donna watched in horror, her body trembling like mad as Leiani reached out and gently brushed Rand’s chest. She lovingly caressed her breasts while fingering her painfully hard nipples. Donna inhaled sharply at the eroticism of it all. Shamefully, she wished it was her touching poor Janice like that.

“Nooo!” Rand moaned. “Don’t… you mustn’t!” All she could do was whimper as she struggled to remain standing, her body trembling at the Asian woman’s touch.

“You gotta get ’em both worked up first,” Leiani explained to the two nymphs with a sly grin. “That way, it’s more fun for them as they hang. Isn’t that right, baby?”

She grinned evilly at Janice while giving Donna a knowing wink. All Rand could do was moan, telling her in a quivering voice that it wasn’t right. She kept begging her to stop and cut them both down before it was too late.

Donna stared wide-eyed at the way her former lover was groping poor Janice. She gasped madly for breath, her body trembling like crazy as she watched helplessly. Leiani was give loving touches and caresses to yeoman Rand, something she’d often fantasized about doing herself.

Now here she was, on the verge of being hanged, forced to watch helplessly as her former best friend and lover got to touch the woman she wanted to make love to. Would this torture never END?? Gawd; she was about to explode!

As the creatures watched Leiani, one of them stepped forward in front of Donna. It began touching the quivering woman in a similar manner. It watched what the oriental was doing, and then mimicked the very same movements.

“No!” Donna gasped breathlessly. “Don’t… please… gawd – get away from me!” But it ignored her as it reached out and began caressing her quivering breasts, further fanning the flames of her terrible arousal.

Donna bit her lip as she winced in a futile effort not to reveal the affect it was having on her. But she couldn’t help herself. She let out a quiet moan as her body trembled like mad.

Her legs went all rubbery on her again. For a gawd-awful moment, she thought she was going to pitch backward. Unfortunately, her actions did not escape the enchanted being’s notice.

It touched her some more, brushing her erect nipples with greater frequency until the poor woman was gasping and whimpering. Then its companion stepped up. Together, the two of them ran their hands all over Donna’s body, causing her to whimper and moan as she shivered like mad while begging them to stop…

“No…… please…. oh gawd……. uuunnngghhh…… Leiani? ……please, baby – you gotta…… gotta stop ’em……”

Leiani let out a naughty giggle as she watched the delicious torture that was being inflicted on her former lover. Then she looked at Janice, grinning wickedly at her as her hand strayed downward. Rand moaned and squirmed, struggling to stay erect and keep from falling over backwards.

A moment later, she let out a weak cry as a couple of Leiani’s fingers found their way inside her dripping slit. “No… it’s not right… Leiani, don’t… ooooohhhhh!” That’s when tears came to her eyes at the utter humiliation of it all.

Donna couldn’t help glancing over at the poor thing. She was enjoying what was being done to Janice. But she was so ashamed of herself for enjoying it.

Leiani was doing something she was never going to get to partake in herself: the pleasuring of her friend and shipmate. Her body trembled from a terrible arousal. Then one of the damned things mimicked Leiani by slipping its fingers into her own dripping slit.

Donna let out a breathy “Noooo…” Then she shuddered hard. She ended up gasping like crazy as she was hit by a jolt of incredible arousal that threatened to set her off.

“Ohmygawd! Baby, please make ’em stop!” But Leiani just gave her a wicked grin, wiggling her two fingers inside a moaning, squirming Yeoman Rand before pulling them out all wet and sticky.

“Here, baby… you wanna taste?” she grinned devilishly as she reached over and gently placed them into Donna’s open mouth.

Yeoman Dangling couldn’t help herself. Besides, she strongly suspected this might be her only chance of ever getting a taste of Rand’s arousal. She shuddered as she got the unexpected chance to savor the delights of her horrified shipmate.

She moaned as she sucked on Leiani’s fingers…until she caught sight of Janice looking at her in shock. That’s when she went red with embarrassment as tears of shame welled up in her eyes.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the creatures feed its sticky fingers into the other’s mouth, fingers that had just been inside her. Its face instantly morphed into one of delight as it sucked noisily. It caused the other to raise its eyes in wonder over why its companion was acting so pleased.

It pulled the fingers out and stuck them into its own mouth, unaware there was nothing left to taste. In any other circumstances, Donna would have found it comical. But the constant sensation of the noose around her neck, combined with the knowledge of the valley floor being far below and behind her, kept her in a continual state of terror mixed with incredible arousal.

Leiani giggled again as she bent down in front of Janice. She moved in with her face toward the woman’s dripping slit. Donna watched as her former lover’s tongue snake out.

She shivered erotically as the poor yeoman begged the Asian woman to stop, telling her it just wasn’t right to do such a thing. Then Donna saw Janice jerk and whimper. It indicated to her that the tongue she was so familiar with herself was now forcing pleasure upon someone other than herself.

Once more Donna was left in the agonizing position of being forced to watch as her former friend and lover got all the treats that she wanted for herself… the pleasure of partaking of Rand’s treasures.

One of the creatures suddenly knelt right in front of her, once more mimicking Leiani’s actions. Donna was fairly certain it was the same one that had tasted her juices from the sticky fingers of its companion. That’s when she started to squirm…

“No… please… not that… ohmygawd!”

She felt a small tongue flick out in exploration. Donna nearly pitched over backward from an incredible jolt of pleasure. It wasn’t long until it was licking her dripping slit with great enthusiasm.

Nooooooo! Ohmygawd!

Donna shuddered like mad as the damn thing licked her, slurping up everything around her quivering opening. Her moans joined those of her bound shipmate who was standing no more than a meter away from her. The two of them whimpered and squirmed like crazy.

It was utterly humiliating; horrifyingly erotic. Donna went all weak in the knees as she struggled like hell to remain upright. It wasn’t long until the other nymph began tugging on its companion as though wanting a taste for itself. For a moment, she thought the two were going to quarrel amongst themselves.

All of the sudden, yeoman Rand’s whimpers dramatically increased in pitch. Donna thought she saw Leiani increase her tongue action on the poor thing. A moment later Janice cried out, her body shuddering hard as she wiggled and squirmed like mad.

She heard her former lover moan as the damned woman sucked and slurped. Rand’s face went red, whether from exertion or humiliation Donna couldn’t be sure. There was the faint sound of liquid streaming.

She looked down and saw a triumphant Leiani, her face totally soaked. Ohmygawd; Janice was a squirter?? Why the hell couldn’t she have found this out earlier when there might’ve been time for the two of them to explore each other?

Leiani rose to her feet, cum dripping off her face. She grinned as she addressed the two nymphs who were now looking at her curiously as they knelt at Donna’s feet. “And THAT…” the oriental said proudly, gesturing toward an utterly humiliated Janice, “…is how it’s done.” Then she turned toward the quivering, red-faced yeoman and spoke to her as casually as if she were speaking to a stranger she’d just met on a street somewhere…

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, baby. Now it’s time for you to swing.”

Without any further ado, Leiani put her hands on both of the yeoman’s breasts. Then she cruelly gave her a violent shove backward. “Dance for us, baby!” she called out as the yeoman pitched backward.

Rand went backward in a shriek of pure terror. Her scream was abruptly cut off with a “GLURK!” as the noose casually interrupted the downward plummet of her body. It caught her up by the neck, swinging her jerking body outward underneath the pole she was strung up to, swinging the terrified yeoman in a wide arc back and forth.

2008; 2022 (written for Donna May 9 ’08; ed. Feb 3 ‘22 by riwa)

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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 (56)

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 (27)

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 4.5 (42)

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.
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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 (90)

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.

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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