Misc. Erotica “I just might do that,”

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We popped up and panted for breath. We both lifted our dive masks up off our faces. Then she smiled as she complimented me on my package.

We briefly made introductions. She said her name was Molly. I told her my name was Ward.

“So tell me, Ward. What brings you out to these waters?” She sounded like she’d been drinking a little.

“Just thinking of doing a little fishing.”

“Is that all? Or were you thinking of doing a little more?”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw the boat you came out on. His name is Mike. We’ve fucked a few times at the brothel in town.”

“Is that so?”

“I know Mike very well. He loves the fuck-drown.”

“He does?” I tried to act shocked.

“Oh, c’mon! I know you two were looking in my direction. And I know you were looking around at some of the other girls out here. Take that one over there, for instance.”

I turned to look. “Which one are you referring to?”

“The one in the very skimpy two-piece. See her over there? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy fucking her as she drowns; am I right? I know Mike certainly would!”

“What makes you think I would enjoy fucking her as she drowns?” Then I winced as my stiffening cock betrayed my words.

She just laughed. “I know because I’m a good judge of character. Besides, I’ve seen it before. You look the type.”

She moved closer. Then she conspiratorially asked, “Would you like a little help?”

“You’re kidding! You mean you’d actually help me drown her?”

“I’ve seen a couple others drown women out here. They were drunken Americans who mostly got carried away. But maybe they weren’t all that drunk. And maybe it was more deliberate than accidental.”

“And you didn’t do anything to try to stop them or help those poor girls?”

“Why should I? It’s none of my business. Besides, I only assumed they were fucking on the bottom of the reef at first. I was too far away, minding my own business. Then the girls started hitching and convulsing. That’s when I knew they were being drowned. By then it was too late.”

“That sounds horrible.” Then I winced again. My cock was rock hard as I imagined girls being fuck-drowned at the bottom of the ocean.

“Yeah, I can tell you think it’s horrible,” she chuckled, rubbing my bulge as she tread water right there with me. “Would it interest you to know how much it turned me on watching those poor bitches drown? Hell; maybe they deserved it!”

She gave me a deep, soulful kiss. I could taste the alcohol on her breath. Then she reached down again to rub my growing bulge in my trunks.

She conspiratorially moved closer. Then she told me, “I’ll give you a minute to get ready, ok? Don’t worry; I’ll keep an eye on you. I want to watch this one up close.”

She pulled her dive mask down over her face. Then she put her snorkel back between her lips before finning away.

I turned to look over at the woman she’d pointed out. The idea of fucking her as she drowned was making my cock really hard.

I put my regulator back into my mouth. I took a quick glance over at Mike’s boat, wondering if he was watching me. Then I headed back down for the bottom.

From the ocean floor I watched the girl Molly had pointed out. I was turned on at the thought of fucking and drowning her. I also felt the faintest twinge of a guilty conscience about it. But I figured I could always justify it as us going too far, resulting in an unfortunate accident.

I zeroed in on the girl we’d discussed, slowly finning my way upward. She was treading water well above me, not paying any attention to what was coming up underneath her. A moment later I grabbed her ankle and pulled her down.

She immediately began to twist and struggle in my grasp. I pulled her deeper toward the base of the reef. Then I hauled her toward the slope where it went deeper and contained formations in which to hide her body.

She put up quite a struggle as I popped the strings to her bikini. She was still fighting me when Molly suddenly arrived from out of nowhere and grabbed her by her wrists. That gave me the distraction I needed to pull my trunks down and enter her from behind.

My victim was nice and tight. I held onto her hips as I thrust nice and deep. Molly held onto her wrists as I enjoyed a deep, underwater fuck.

Our victim was soon hitching and straining to hold her breath. Molly motioned for the regulator in my mouth. But she did not snatch it away from me like before.

I willingly gave it to her. Molly accepted it, placed it between her lips, and breathed deeply. Then she reached out and groped the breasts of our prey. The young woman was clearly an American.

Molly helped me grab our victim’s wrists to keep her under control. Then I pulled them behind her back as I continued to thrust. I could tell she was close to losing her breath.

I wasn’t sure whether or not the one I was fucking had been drinking. Maybe it didn’t matter. At that point I simply didn’t want to stop. I was shamefully aroused over the crime I was about to commit.

She suddenly glubbed up bubbles. Then she started thrashing about in my grasp, her snatch clenching like crazy. She hitched and gurgled, her pussy milking the cream right out of my dick as Molly continued to molest her.

I motioned for the regulator as our victim’s struggles lessened. Molly handed it back to me. Then she pulled the drowned woman off my cock.

I watched in astonishment as my accomplice began licking and slurping on her still twitching snatch. She appeared to be trying to suck all my cream out of her. It was incredibly erotic.

I popped Molly’s bottoms down and thrust my dick into her from behind. I was still hard, perhaps from witnessing the drowning I’d just taken part in. Molly groaned and trembled as I pounded her from behind while she continued to feast on the drowned woman’s twat.

Molly finally needed the regulator again. She reached back and pulled it out from between my lips. Then she came off my dick.