0 comments/ 10239 views/ 1 favorites The Ocean By: spacemanspiff_11 “Please return to your seats, and fasten your seat belts.” The captain’s voice over the intercom jolted her awake. She took a minute to push her slim arms up and stretch out, before relaxing her head against the window again. She gazed out of the window, peering down at the vast expanse of deep blue below her. And the only thing she could think of was his eyes. Just a month ago, she had seen those eyes for the first time. They were a haunting blue, deep and sparkling. He had flown up to spend a weekend with her; a weekend that still left her shivering. When she closed her eyes, she could recall his at any time. The light powdery fragrance of his cologne made her dizzy with anticipation. The way his rough hands moved across her body caused her stomach to flutter madly. And the way the two lay together, their bodies molded together, made her feel secure. A crooked smile crossed her lips as she recalled their first meeting. Two total strangers in a chat room, slowly learning about one another. Her friends had even noticed the change in her attitude. She had that perky way of doing things that comes from feeling the warmth of another’s admiration. She was too embarrassed to say where she met him; just that she had a new friend. They did not have to be told. The smile on her face said it all. It had all culminated a month ago. Eight long months of speaking through a PC, followed by phone calls that lasted well into the night. Exactly four weeks earlier, they had finally taken the plunge, and he had flown to her. She had numerous plans for them, but most of those plans were dashed the minute he showed. Tall and handsome, he was everything she had come to expect from their talks. They spent the entire weekend close together, her hands trying to memorize every subtle nuance of his body. She loved how he did little things for her. His eyes never left hers. She would make him laugh and blush at the same time. He seemed to be a kaleidoscope of colors and visions to her. Surprising her at every turn with his humor, his charm, and his sensuality. “We are beginning our descent into Maui – Kahului Airport. We are currently ten minutes ahead of schedule, and the temperature is 79 degrees and sunny. We hope you enjoyed flying American Airlines.” The captain’s voice again shook her from her thoughts. Her stomach was actually quivering, knowing that he would be there waiting for her. The plane glided down, coming to a stop at the terminal. She rose from her seat, unclipping her seat belt, and after grabbing her carry-on bag, made her way down the aisle. The terminal was an open air terminal, and she squinted as the afternoon sun shone down on her. She stepped to the side of the throng of people moving away from the plane, and took a minute to smooth out the summer dress she was wearing. Her mahogany hair was down, and cascaded over her shoulders. She took a deep breath, and filtered herself back into the line. The tunnel from the plane opened up into the terminal, and she paused for a second, glancing around. Her eyes finally fell upon him. He was standing in the back, against the wall, and the minute their eyes locked, he began walking gradually towards her. He was wearing black slacks, a deep blue dress shirt, and a yellow tie. She smiled shyly at him, her body tingling as he grew closer. They finally came together, and she dropped her carry-on, melting into his arms. She felt his muscular body beneath the pressed shirt, hard and unyielding, and tried to mold herself to him. She was vaguely aware that people around her were watching them, but she did not care. Their looks went unnoticed as she squeezed him tightly and she felt his arms pick her up off the tiled floor. She pressed against his body, taking in the heat that radiated from him. He stopped and finally set her back down to her feet. A slow smile played across his lips, and his eyes twinkled as they searched hers. “Who would have ever thought that a month would have taken so long?” She giggled and hugged him again, a quick squeeze as his hand reach down to grab her carry-on bag. “It did feel much longer.” He placed the strap of her carry-on over his shoulder, and held his hand out. Her small, delicate hand nestled inside his, their fingers intertwining in doing so, and they made their way down the terminal. Her other hand played across the two that were tightly woven together, and she leaned against him as they walked. They chatted briefly about her flight down as they moved towards the baggage carousel. She pointed out her suitcase, and he feigned mock weakness as he scooped it off the transport belt. “Jeez, how long are you staying?” She giggled again and smacked his arm. “Just four days, unless you want me longer.” He hefted the suitcase and grinned. “I think you brought enough to stay a month.” They both laughed and he pointed down the terminal to an exit door. “I am down that way, in the north lot.” She took his hand again, and they made their way down the terminal. “So, what do you have planned for me?” He simply smiled. “A surprise.” “No hint?” Her hands caressed his as they walked, her slim fingers dancing gracefully over his skin. “Soon enough…..soon enough.” She sighed and pouted for his benefit, and then smiled. They walked along casually, her body tingling again to be near him. Her hand nestled in his again, playing with his wrist, her fingertips gliding across his skin. She squinted again as they made their way outside. The mid afternoon sun was bright and there was not a cloud in the sky. A gentle breeze ruffled the palms standing near the parking lot. He slowed as he neared his jeep, finally turning and smiling to her. She smiled back at him, and moved against him again. He leaned down, and their lips met softly. She moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue teased hers, shivering slightly as his lips moved to her ear. He gently broke the contact, and looked back at the jeep. Her eyes followed his, and her heart melted. On the top of the jeep, there were two surfboards. One was his, she knew, from the coloring and size. A standard shortboard, bright white with a dark blue stripe running down the middle. The other was simply a deep blue, slightly smaller than his. She took in the length of the board, noticing it even was cut like the one she had at home. She took a long deep breath, before turning to face him. “My surprise?” “I hope you don’t mind. When I was at your house, and you gave me the tour, I saw yours in your garage. One night, I walked around for a little fresh air, and took a closer look at it. I saw the special cuts you had on it, and wanted to get it as close as I could. They just finished it three days ago. I hope it fits you.” She rushed against him and hugged him as tightly as she could. She could hear his voice continuing. “I know how much you take pleasure in escaping to the ocean. I just wanted you to enjoy everything about this weekend.” Her head rested against his chest, and she took a long deep breath before lifting it to look up at him. His eyes were soft, and he bent down and kissed her forehead. “Come on, let’s go surfing.” With her bags in the jeep, they pulled out of the parking lot, and made their way down the road, circling around the southeastern side of the island. She held his hand while he drove, and listened to him as he pointed out various landmarks. They arrived at Fleming Beach about forty minutes later. The wind was a little stronger here as it swept in off the water. A white sand beach seemed to stretch for miles, and looking out at the water, she saw breakers rolling in. Her face turned slightly pale, as they seemed larger than anything she had ever surfed on. He seemed to sense her apprehension, and nuzzled her from behind. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.” She bit her lip, and looked back at him. “How big are they?” “Eight to ten feet, and the break is right over there.” Her eyes followed his finger. All she saw was Mother’s Nature fury wrapped up in a roll of water and froth. She cringed as another wave pounded into the sand. She turned back around, and he was already grabbing his bag. She opened her suitcase and dug out a bikini. Glancing at the wetsuit packed in there also; she looked at the water again. She heard him chucking behind her. “Yes, you will need that.” She took a breath and smiled. For only spending a total of four days together a month ago, he knew her too well. She grabbed the wetsuit, and zipped her suitcase back up. She walked into the changing room, and set her suit down. Reaching behind her body, she pulled the zipper down, and shrugged the dress from her shoulders. She gazed at herself in the mirror, as she undid the clasp between her breasts. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, slightly tickling her as she leaned over to remove her shoes. She slid the straps over her heels, and stepped out of her shoes, dropping down to her true height. The dress fell over her hips, and she eased it over and down to the floor. Hooking her thumbs into the satin thong, she effortlessly slid it down over her hips and down her thighs, her diminutive feet easily stepping out of the small pile of clothing. She took a moment to look at her body as she reached for her bikini. Short and petite, she kept herself in great shape. Running, bike riding, and working out kept her figure lean and just curvy enough to fill out a dress. The fabric was warm as her pert breasts slid into the pre-formed cups of the top. The bottom of the bikini slid up her legs, and over her hips, highlighting her lean thighs and stomach. Grabbing the wetsuit, she unzipped it, and slithered her legs in, pulling it higher until the lower part was snug against her hips. The top part was harder to get into, as she felt as she was stretching the tight neoprene over her shoulders. She took a minute to work out the kinks and settle into the suit. The wetsuit was a full-length variety, and covered her from her neck to her ankles. Little yellow stripes on the side of the black suit accented the curve of her hips, and tiny waist. Gathering up her things, she glanced back at the mirror one more time, and smiled to herself. He was already back at the jeep, unclasping the ties that held both surfboards down. She stood there for a second, marveling at him. He was stretched out and reaching up over his head. His body was lightly tanned and he was wearing a pair of swimming trunks that floated to just above his knees. His shoulders were rounded and thick with muscle, the skin on his arms stretched tightly. His waist was trim, and she could have stared at his back all day. She loved the way it widened as it filtered up to his shoulders. She could see his tattoo on his arm, moving as his hands worked the straps free over the boards. Walking over to him, she reached up and slid her palm across his shoulders, stopping near the nape of his neck. She dragged her fingernails down his spine and her reward was a shiver. He turned to face her, holding her board in his hands. He rested it against the jeep and leaned down to kiss her cheek. Her eyes closed, waiting for her stomach to knot again. His lips pressed against her skin, lingered for a moment, and then left. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her. He smiled slyly and returned to pull his board off. “Are you ready for this?” She nodded, and smiled softly at him. He knelt down and fastened the strap around her leg, the rubber band already attached to her board. He fastened his, and the two began a long walk towards the water. The sand was warm against the bare soles of her feet, and the sun beat down upon her shoulders as they both made their way down to the ocean. She took a long breath, smelling the salt water as it blew against them off the water. The water lapped gently at her feet as they both stood there, watching the surf roll in. She was lost in the view until she felt him looking at her. “Are you ready?” She nodded, and they stepped into the water. The water felt cool against her skin, and she waded out with him into the surf. As the water reached his knees, each swung their board in front, and climbed on. The water was splashing about her as she lay down against the fiberglass. She glanced over and saw his muscles straining, his arms dragging his body and board through the water. She rowed her arms hard to keep pace with him. Her small muscular body was doing everything it could to keep up with him. The first larger breaker approached them as they moved offshore. She took a breath, and pushed the nose of her board down, slicing underneath the wave. The water covered her body, instantly cooling her as she dipped underneath and popped out on the other side. She gulped air, and continued to paddle out, following him out as he dipped under yet another wave. He reached a point about one hundred yards offshore, and he finally came to a stop, sitting upright on his board. She paddled up beside him, and sat upright on hers. She could feel the powerful swells moving beneath them as they relaxed in the water. “The swells are coming in about thirty second intervals. When you feel one roll beneath you, count to about fifteen, and start paddling. Just follow my line, and grab the wave after mine, ok?” She nodded, and he leaned over to her board, and quickly kissed her, and then lay down and started paddling. She watched his muscular arms pulling hard, dragging him faster along the top of the water. Her body rose gently as she felt the next swell sweep under her, chasing him as he raced for the shore. She started counting as it slipped beneath her. He was paddling faster, and he was slowly rising as the swell caught him, and began to push upward. She watched as he glided up, his arms finally stopping their motions. The wave began to crest around him, and he popped up onto the top of his board, and she watched as he hung at the top of wave for a second, and then dropped out of sight. As she reached the number fifteen, she lowered her body to her board, and started paddling. Her hands churned in the water, driving her towards shore. She felt the power of the ocean behind her, pushing her. The swell was growing, and she felt her board and body rising into the air as the water took on its own life around her. Higher and higher, her arms rowing fiercely as she stayed on top of it. At last, she saw the water cresting about her, and she pulled her hands in. Planting them on the edge of the board, she slid her feet underneath her, and rose. The water was starting to froth around her, and the tube was forming just to her right. Her knees deeply bent, her balance set, she looked down the wall of water. The board gradually tipped over, and she slid down, and cut hard to her left. The tube was forming behind her and chasing her as she rode down the wave. Spray was flying about, and splashing against her face as she cut hard. Her heels dug against the fiberglass, her hips low, as the board gathered energy from the water, propelling her even faster. Her hips swayed, turning the board gently back up the onrushing wave, and then back down. As she neared the end of the break, she slipped to the right, cut hard back to the left, cresting the remaining swell, and let herself sink into the water. He was sitting on his board, his eyes full of admiration. She paddled over to him, breathless from the rush of riding the wave. He was sitting up on his board, a large smile on his face, his eyes gleaming against the water. “I wish you could see your face right now.” She blushed at his statement, and took a long breath. Her eyes found his and she smiled serenely, as they bobbed in the water. They paddled back out to their starting point, taking several more runs. Each of them took a good fall, each time laughing as they paddled back to the point break. After a couple of hours, they sat on their boards, catching their breath. The sun was slowly melting into the water, and a cooler breeze began blowing across their bodies. She shivered slightly, and stretched out. “You are getting cold. Let’s head back.” She looked to him and nodded. They leisurely drifted back in towards the shore. Still lying across their boards, they took advantage of a swell to push them closer to the sand. Once they reached waist deep water, they both stood, and began walking in. They walked, unhurried, up the beach to his Jeep, and leaned both boards against the shower. He reached in the Jeep and pulled out a couple of towels, as she slid the wetsuit from her body. They both moved under the showers, and she let the cool water stream through her hair. He grabbed a nearby hose and sprayed down the surfboards. She watched as he hoisted each one above his head, and stretching upwards, fastened each board to the top rack on the Jeep. Her hands moved through her mass of mahogany hair, but her eyes were spellbound by him. Her eyes traveled a slow path around his body. His calves stretched out as he looped the ties across. The substantial arms tightening as they pulled each tie down. He turned, his broad chest facing her, his eyes searching hers. “Room for me in there?” She giggled, slid out of his way, and watched as the first goose bumps formed as the water rivulated down his body. He smiled, and turned away from her, his head tilting down as the shower washed away the salt. She stood there, staring at his back, watching all of the muscles working together. She glanced from side to side. There were only about four or five random couples around, and none were in the immediate vicinity. Fascinated by his body under the shower, she moved towards him. Her hand reached out, and her nails grazed across his back. Her gaze followed her fingers, watching as the water slid around them as it traveled down his back. She was rewarded with a slight shiver as the muscles in his back tightened under her touch. She leaned forward, and gently pressed her lips against his back, her small arms encircling his midsection and squeezing tightly. His body twisted against hers, and she casually released him, so that she could look into his eyes again. The darkness enveloping the beach was turning his eyes into the color of sapphires. He smiled again, his head tilting over, as he casually leaned into her. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his breath against her cheek and then her lips. He paused, teasing her without touching, then his lips pressed against hers. Their tongues glided together, and she moaned into his mouth. His hands pulled her body close to his, and she felt the warmth exuding from him. His mouth left her lips and leisurely glided over her cheek, finally resting on her ear. The tip of his tongue flicked against her ear, tracing the outline, teasing her earlobe. She caressed his back, her nails skimming down the broad expense. She sensed his hands caressing her sides, his fingers wrapping around to her back, his thumbs against her stomach. His grip tightened on her waist. Her breath caught again, as she felt herself lifted off her feet. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He took a step forward, and pinned her back against the shower wall. His thick arms easily held her in place as his tongue increasingly tortured her throat, caressing her soft flesh carefully. She felt a hard bulge beneath his swimming trunks, resting against the juncture of her thighs. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his shoulders and neck, and his chest pressed against her body. He continued to kiss her neck and ears, as his body held her against the wall. She was vaguely aware of the people who were now watching. Her moans were growing louder, as his hand left her waist, and moved between them, cupping her breast. Her head tilted back as she relished the sensations his body provided her. His hand pushed the bikini top aside, his thumb and forefinger catching the nipple between them, rolling it. The Ocean Is a Real Pleasure This is a FICTIONAL tail wherein, a seaborne creature mates with reluctant girls (18+) while their stepfather happily films the event. If that sort of thing isn't your ball game—ahem—then look away. Down to brass tacks, I welcome legitimate feedback. As this is my first work of word craft, you dear reader; are my test subject. Please be blatantly honest and thorough if you chose to bestow your wisdom upon me. ***** A young family on vacation was paddling their rubber raft through the gentle costal surf. They were admiring the deep green seaside cliffs, when the youngest daughter Suzy spied a small cave in the rocks. Her stepfather Dave saw no danger in taking a closer look so he paddled the small raft into the mouth of the cave. Inside, the cave was spectacular, the sharp rocks sparkled with the afternoon sun and the shape of the cave mitigated all but the slightest surf; making it appear as though they were floating in midair within a massive emerald geode. It was very apparent that during rough surf the cave would become a meat grinder due to its ultra-sharp rocks but it was a wonder to behold when conditions were fare. Dave didn't recognize the change in the viscosity of the water because it was slight but to a keen eye; it would have appeared as though the water in the cave had a film over its glass smooth surface. Seeing no danger, Suzy sprang from the boat for a swim and became the first member of the family to notice the film across the top of the water. It felt like she had jumped onto a tarp covering the water. It wrapped her around her tight 18 year old body and threatened to pull her under. Just as she was beginning to struggle, Dave's strong hand grabbed her shoulder and hoisted her back into the boat in a single fluid motion. Barking at her about the dangers of jagged rocks and fire coral that could be found throughout the area. She blushed and hung her head which prompted Dave to back off. He knew he was the new addition to the family. If he wanted the respect of any of them he would need to earn it. His usual hardline approach to life had to be tempered with tenderness if he hoped to assert his position as head of the house. All the commotion disturbed Suzie's mother Kim who had been snoozing. She briefly adjusted and then slid her head into Dave's lap to continue her nap in the blistering sun. What Dave did not know was that Susie's reaction was not in response to his lecture. Rather; because of the movement between her legs. The water on her skin flowed like it was alive as it gathered beneath her generous one piece swimsuit and churned against her skin. It could move with ease just like water and she was helpless to stop its progress around her body. In moments her body was completely dry except her crotch and her breasts. A fact that no one but she was aware of. The intimate touching embarrassed her terribly. She looked around nervously as she said a silent prayer that no one would see and then continued to suffer in silence. The water around her crotch wasted no time. It pushed past her inner lips and flooded her vaginal canal. At first it felt like bath water pushing into her but it quickly hardened and then started to move. She could feel thousands of tiny fingers wriggling inside her pussy. She kept darting glances back and forth between her family members and back to her swimsuit, which was now churning as though something was trying to get out of it. She tried to close her legs as tight as she could in an effort to hide it from Dave who was sitting directly across from her. To her chagrin, the movement forced everything that wasn't already inside her to squeeze like jelly into her maidenhood. She gasped as it filled her to the point of bursting. The pressure was unbearable and it forced her to open her legs again. The relief she was hoping for was granted as some of the jelly like substance poured out of her and remained on the outside of her body, giving her some room to breathe but her respite was short lived. As the creature or thing, poured out of her tiny pussy it seemed somehow agitated, almost angry that it had not been allowed to stay. The elasticity of the girl's body prevented it from pushing back in so it contented itself by attacking the surrounding flesh. It flooded over her clit and began an awful slathering of her sensitive bud along with a simultaneous sucking and rubbing of her clitoral hood and labia minora. No nook or cranny was sacred to its wicked multi-tongued assault as flowed over her tiny ass hole and began to poke into it. She clenched down, trying to keep it out of her butt, which made her pussy sympathetically squeeze on the fluid already inside it. The increased pressure on the fluid doubled the pleasure she was trying not to feel. All the contact was awakening dormant feelings inside her as her nubile body slowly came to life. She didn't realize she was wiggling and shifting uncomfortable in response but Dave did. He watched her curiously until his eyes caught movement at her crotch. His mouth went dry when he saw her pussy lips under her suit spreading and moving. The movement was causing her suit to pull to the side and by now it had almost exposed one full side of her pussy. Dave stared unabashed behind his sunglasses. His heart skipped a beat when, in one big surge most of the water that had puddled around little Suzy flowed into her. It looked almost like she had somehow sucked it all into her except, he could tell by her reaction that the opposite was closer to the case. With all that water flowing into her, her pussy stretched wide enough to expose part of it to Dave's lecherous gaze. He was grateful Kim's head was laying on his erection for many reasons. He didn't know what the water thing was but he liked the results. Young Suzy learned the definition of Pleasurable pain the moment her hymen broke and it felt like a fence post rammed itself into her. She gripped the sides of the boat and threw her head back to hide her expression from her family, spreading her skinny little legs at the same time to make more room for the stretching of her pussy. As she spread her legs her suit slid further over now fully exposing her hairless teen cunt to her stepfather. It was lewdly stretched open and undulating with the ebb and flow of the beast's wave like action. Dave snapped a couple photos of the teen in the throes of ecstasy with his expensive camera and then snapped a couple of the cave so as not to draw attention. Then he set the digital camera to record and aimed it right at the little girl's pussy. Then started paddling and hoped he didn't poke Kim's eye out with the leviathan in his shorts. He had been so distracted by the tiny hairless pussy getting pounded, he had failed to notice how close the rubber zodiac had edged to the rocks at the far end of the cave. Dave franticly grabbed the paddles and pulled on them hard. The whole time being careful not to disturbed the cameras view of Suzie's pussy being ravaged. Suzie saw an opportunity to better hide her predicament and offered to get out and help by swimming with a rope to tow them. That's when Dave had a momentary stroke of brilliance and said no. Instead he asked his oldest stepdaughter, Stacy to throw her legs over the side and help by kicking. Dave had wondered if Stacy hadn't been the reason he had married Kim. At twenty two she was ravishing. She had a solid c cup chest which was as firm as it was perfect for her tiny frame. Her long thin legs made him sweat and her skimpy bikini had been turning him on all day. She uncrossed her legs and Dave watched carefully to catch a glimpse of heaven, but alas her hairless beaver remained covered; though only just. She splashed her luxuries legs into the water and began paddling. Dave watched her facial expressions assiduously until he saw the reaction he was hoping for. Stacy's eyes went big and he mouth fell agape as her ministrations slowed. It looked to Dave as though she had just been struck from behind by a wooden paddle. He desperately hoped something had just been shoved into her beautiful pussy. The thought made his head swim. Stacy had indeed just felt the same sudden surge of seawater her sister had but it had flooded both her pussy and ass. The only thing that kept her from screaming out in pain was the fact that she had been denied her mid-morning orgasm at the last moment by Susie barging in on her. Her pussy, as a result took the intrusion with gratitude. Her virgin ass on the other hand was stretched and filled in a moment causing the same pleasure/pain paradox her baby sister was still suffering. They pulled clear of the cave after a moment and Stacy slid over the side and back into the raft. Dave's heart was pounding and his cock threatened to stab Kim in the brain as he waited with camera at the ready. His genius paid off as he got the shot he had been hoping for and more. Her bikini bottoms were pulled all the way to the side and a little way down exposing her filled teen sex perfectly. His camera caught the entire spectacle, including her long awaited orgasm. The way she was stretched open and the direction of the sunlight gave Dave a perfect view of her pussy walls pulsating as they massaged the demon water. Her asshole also spread and shrunk as though she was being fucked by a ghost. It all made for a wonderful show until Stacy saw that her bottoms were ajar and replaced them quickly. She looked up at Dave but he had seen it coming and looked away in the nick of time. Stacy couldn't understand it but she felt the water flow up her torso and cup her breasts. The same, thousand tongues sensation that was mauling her clit, cunt and ass; now embraced her full tits. The whole thing made her shudder into a second orgasm as her nipples immediately snapped to the attention. The movement at her chest, pushed her bikini top to the side painfully slowly and Dave waited with wrapped enthusiasm for the showing. In the meantime he managed to discreetly catch Suzie's first orgasm on camera. Her little pussy clenched and relaxed a half dozen times before it was over and Suzie looked ready to pass out. She still had not realized she was exposed and as a result Dave was able to catch an amazing sight. Her second orgasm followed the first with almost no down time and the moment the pussy flexing subsided the little pucker just below her well broken in cunt stretched wide. Suzie's eyes wend just as wide when she felt almost a gallon of what should have been sea water push into her. She had just regained her wits still holding her head as far back as she could to hide her face from her family when her third orgasm hit her. As the last of the thundering waves of pleasure subsided she realized that the strange jelly like water was gone. She waited a moment to compose herself and then sat back up and straightened her suit out. Dave just managed to shift from Suzie to Stacy as her breasts made their grand entrance, just moments after the last of the water had disappeared into Suzie. Moments before Suzie had righted herself Dave had glimpsed the first peek of Stacy's areola. He diverted his camera just as the first nipple slipped out. He was stunned by the beauty of the tiny dark dots atop her lush white mound. There was a lot of contrast between the skin that saw the sun and skin that did not. The tiny tan lines only served to make her look more spectacular. Stacy was in the throes of perhaps her seventh orgasm by the time her pussy peeked out from behind her suit again. She was far more experienced at keeping herself concealed than her sheltered, innocent, younger sister was; and had adjusted herself incessantly but now her resolve was wearing thin. Dave watched in awe as her beautiful teen pussy spread wide and collapsed only to stretch again. At one point it even went so wide he could see her cervix. He was grateful he had a fresh card and batteries in as he zoomed in. He could see the soft flesh of her cervix shift under the attention of the possessed water and then he watched as her cervix stretched slightly and water flow into her womb. Stacie's eyes went wide a second time as she felt herself invaded she looked up and thought she caught Dave looking away hurriedly but wasn't sure. Then she spotted the camera lens pointed right at her and she stared in dismay. She looked down to see that she was completely exposed and moved to cover up but just then the water inside her surged and filled to beyond what she thought she could take. The pleasure of it all coupled with the thought of being watched turned her on and primed her for her ninth orgasm. She wondered if she truly was being filmed and watched for a sign. She felt her orgasm start but held it off the best she could as she watched. The tingling grew and grew but still she fought it until she saw the camera zoom shift and Dave look down at the display screen that was facing away from her. It was more than she could stand. Her ninth orgasm exploded within her, causing something that had never happened before. She opened her legs a little wider to give the best view she could as she felt her body push out a fluid of its own. She would have hosed them all down with the warm sticky delight were it not for the ooze inside her. As it was, the possessed water absorbed the fluid but it was apparent to the camera what had just happened. She was coming down from her high when Suzy started to feel ill. Suzy crawled across the boat and laid beside her mother hoping to alleviate some of the pressure inside her. Her mother roused and sat up to comfort her daughter. As she shifted she noticed that she had been using Dave's throbbing cock as a pillow and gave him a promising wink as she reached out for Suzie. Dave's smile was broad and genuine as he thought of blowing his load in his beautiful wife. His mind was elsewhere when Suzie suddenly vomited about a gallon of clear fluid that flowed like sea water into her mother's lap Dave checked his camera just as Stacy's body took the same inrush of fluid. With her sex finally left alone she sat up and straightened her bikini. She paused for a moment and then pulled her bottoms to the side far enough to expose half her tiny slit and then she gave the same knowing wink to the camera. Dave saw the wink in the camera's display and had to fight not to bust in his shorts at the thought of plowing the tiny teen. He switched the camera view to his wife and watched as the water that had flowed out of Suzie's mouth was now gathered around Kim as she sat cross-legged in the bottom of the raft. Dave smiled at the view he had of her crotch and began to row for shore. ...Later that night an 18 year old gymnast was taking a shower when she noticed the drain clogging and flowing water back up into the basin. She was about to call it quits on the shower when she felt the strangest sensation. Almost as if her shower water had just crawled up her leg... The Ocean Spirit This story was written with the restrictions to use present tense only and no dialogue. The following words had to be used: footprints, red lacquer, Camembert, perfume and Rolling Stones. I liked writing it; I hope reading it will give you just as much pleasure. Water, swishing back and forth over the sands, makes a soft sound. A gentle breeze rustles the fronds of the palm trees and every now and then a coconut drops in the sand with a dull thud. I feel funny, as if I am somehow detached from the world around me. I can hear the sounds, I can feel the warmth of the day lingering in the air and I can smell the salty tang of the ocean mixed with the spicy scent of roasting meat and the sweetness of ripe fruit and night blossoms. Maybe it's that tropical perfume that makes my head spin a bit. I walk along the waterfront, stepping carefully to avoid the shards of shells, the odd bits of dead coral. The water makes little ripples in the sand, cooling my feet as I keep on walking. I have no specific goal, I just like to walk on the hard, wet sand with the smells and sounds of a tropical night enveloping me. My feet carry me on while my head is not completely there. I am dreaming on my feet. My eyes do not see the waves and the beach and the palm trees. My eyes see only the image in my head, the image I see off and on since I am here in this secluded piece of paradise. I do not know where the image comes from, it is new to me and it is enticing. Perhaps the image is the result of the hot sun on my skin, or too much beer Bintang with the rice and the saté kambing. I smile at the thought. I know it has nothing to do with the beer or the food. The image. I sigh because I realize I have to do some serious thinking instead of going on with daydreaming. The locals already call me mataglap, crazy. I live almost on the beach in a tiny house, just big enough for my books and me. I go to the market every day because I have no electricity for a refrigerator. The water I need comes from an old-fashioned pump and in the evenings I light candles. They cannot understand a white woman, a blanda willing to live like that. They themselves are grateful every day for the modern amenities tourism has bought them. Turning around I walk along the shoreline back to the big boulder sticking up out of the sands. The beach is almost luminescent in the tropical night and the moon paints a path of silver on the waves that are gently licking the land. I stand next to the piece of rock. It is flat on top, forming a natural seat, a perfect place to sit and think. I hitch up the sarong, the colorful piece of fabric I wear like a local wrapped around my hips, covering me from waist to ankles. The vibrant red, white and yellow of the batik are muted now. Only the white of my top reflects a bit. I draw my knees up and fold my arms around them, resting my chin on top. I still feel not completely in touch with reality. The image in my mind keeps interfering, demands my attention, lures me away from every day life. Wiggling my toes is not really helping. I notice that the red lacquer on my nails is nearly black in the moonlight. I know I am stalling and I know I have to address this... this... image. I sigh because it is not even necessary to recall it. It's right in front of me, nearly all day. I see this picture of a man bending a woman over his arm and his knee. They are both naked and the woman radiates a feeling of surrender that is extremely erotic. She presents her body for him to make use of in whatever way he sees fit. Nothing very unusual so far, except that the woman is me and the man in the image is totally unknown. I have no idea who he is, but I see him very clearly. I cannot dismiss it as an erotic fantasy because it keeps coming back. And worst of all, it turns me on but I seem unable to cope with that. The heat of the tropics always makes me feel horny, but nothing I try gives relief. For some unknown reason I cannot make myself cum, no matter what I do. Neither my fingers nor my little battery-operated friend can call forth an orgasm. The result of this madness is me walking around with all my thoughts turned to sex. I feel myself hovering on the brink of release every minute of the day. In addition, the nights are not really any different. If I sleep I dream of this unknown lover, but even then I cannot let go. I wake up every morning with the same wetness and the same throbbing between my legs, waiting to explode. I feel as if I am the embodiment of that song by the Rolling Stones: "I can get no satisfaction" and that does definitely not honor me. I try to see this tormenting lover more clearly. His body is muscled and has a smooth brown skin, suggesting he is one of the locals. However, he is too tall for that I think. His face is beautiful with broad planes and a wide mouth. His black hair is long and lies in a braid across his back. What really gets to me though, are his eyes. The are like black holes with a flame of lust in them and the way they sweep over my body makes me feel so desired it is almost painful. No matter how hard I try, I do not remember a man like that. I know he is a stranger. He is no more than a figment of my imagination, isn't he? I sigh, not one step closer to understanding what is happening to me. I look around me and see there is not a living soul in sight. I am aware that the failure to find release is driving me on to act more and more out of character. Or am I? I find myself thinking all kinds of alien thoughts. I want to go naked to the market, I want to fuck the saté vendor at the corner of the square, I want to present myself and my dripping cunt to every cock in the village. I shrug and unwrap the sarong, fold it and put it on top of the rock together with the white top. It's all I am wearing these days so now I stand naked at the edge of the ocean. Slowly I make my way into the waves. The water feels lukewarm, still retains some warmth of the day gone by. I do not even know why I am doing this, but it feels appropriate. The waves start lapping at my thighs and I stop walking now that the water caresses my hot cunt. My fingers start pinching my nipples, only increasing the burning hot need between my legs. Nearly sobbing I sink to my knees as my right hand finds its way once again to my clit. I know it will be to no avail, but I still have to try. My hands drive me nearly insane, but once again I cannot cum. In total frustration I cry out to the sky, asking I do not know whom for help. Then my heart stops beating. I know I am alone in this stretch of ocean, but I do feel a hand taking my fingers away from myself. My head whips around but I see nothing, just the waves, the beach and the trees with the moon above. My ears are filled with the soft laughter of a male voice. Am I finally going mad? The hand leads me out of the waves and I can feel the body attached, but only when I stand clear of the water do I begin to see. It looks as if a mist of water is slowly coalescing into a human body. I look back at the water and see only one set of footprints, mine. That is all I am able to notice before the apparition demands all my attention. One hand is still holding mine; the other cups my breast. The gesture is enough to make me shudder violently. The second hand comes up to my breast as well and I cannot stop the mewling sound at the back of my throat. The laughter turns to whispers, giving me permission to cum. To my surprise that is exactly what I do. Just from the touch of those hands at my nipples I explode into an orgasm that sends me to my knees. The now fully materialized person, spirit or whatever snaps his fingers and my sarong spreads itself on the sand. He kneels on it and drapes my body in his arms in the pose that is haunting me for days now. He bends his head and kisses my neck. Then he starts whispering again. Telling me I am a very strong woman to resist his call for so many days. He chuckles. Nobody can resist the call of an ocean spirit forever. I know I can't. His hands are caressing my body and take my desire to new, unimaginable heights. His fingers, his lips, his tongue are all making me want one thing: to be filled by his cock. I live the image and feel the most wanted woman on earth. I cry out again and beg him to take me. I see the grin on his face turn into something not completely human but I do not care. All I want is his beautiful cock inside me, all I want is to cum, and to cum and to cum again. The sun colors the ocean a soft pink, then comes up in a blaze of red turning into the hot white of another tropical day. Water, swishing back and forth over the sands, makes a soft sound. A soft breeze rustles the fronds of the palm trees and every now and then a coconut drops in the sand with a dull thud. The mongrel dog of the crazy woman sits on his haunches, keeping watch over a piece of colorful batik and a white top that lie discarded near the big rocky seat at the waterfront. There is no sign of the woman and the dog refuses to listen to the locals. But then, they do not know his name. He only listens to Camembert, her name for him. And sometimes, when the moon is full he can hear her voice, telling him she is all right. I hope you liked this story. Please vote. Feedback or comments are always welcome. The Ocean She gasped, her wet hair clinging to her face, her hips desperately wanting to feel his skin. One of her hands released his neck and slid down his body, stretching as she tried to push down his trunks. He slid his hand down and helped her, pushing his trunks down so that his cock sprang into view. She felt the satiny skin stretched over it as it rested between their bodies. She was groaning, her voice breathless with desire. “God, please…” His hand lingered down her side, curving around her ass. His fingers pulled the bottom of her swimsuit to the side, and she ground her body against his, feeling his thick cock sliding against her wet folds. Her eyes squeezed shut, but she could feel him smiling, his breath cascading over her face, as his hips swirled under hers, teasing her core with his cock. Her voice became lower, almost a demanding tone. “Now…” His hips lowered, and she felt the head of his cock at her velvety folds. He entered her in one strong thrust, and she cried out. Her legs wrapped tightly around his body, urging him in deeper. His lips found hers again, and his tongue pushed her mouth, their breaths mixing. Her nails dug into his back and shoulders, as his hips rolled against hers. His cock withdrew and plunged into her. Her back was pressed against the wall, and she felt every one of his muscles tight, as he held her in place. She was groaning from deep within, as his driving cock was pushing noises from her throat. Even with her eyes shut, an explosion of colors was erupting in her head. She felt her body growing near its release. Her body was warming from the center outward. Her fingers were tightly pressed against his skin and starting to tingle. Her body tightened on his, pulling with every fiber of her being, trying to keep him locked inside her. Each thrust from him prolonged the feeling that was coming. She started to tremble against his body, the colors in her head replaced with white hot flashes. Her small frame shuddered against his, as his hips bucked against hers. Her body was flooding his, and as she clamped down upon him, she felt his cock throbbing inside her. His hips stopped, her muscles contracted over his cock, feeling the explosion from his body into hers, and her orgasm merely dragged along with his. She bit down on his shoulder, his skin muffling her screams. Their bodies wound together; she lifted her head, and kissed his lips hard, her eyes finally opening. His hair was matted and wet, his eyes slightly glazed over, and he smiled, kissing her again. Her eyes looked beyond him, to the seven or eight people who had been watching. She shyly lowered her head against his shoulder, her lips gently caressing his neck. They gently disengaged themselves, and he quickly pulled his trunks up, and ran to the Jeep. Selecting two dry towels, he wrapped her up in one, and dried himself off with the other. Her smile was contagious, as she got into the Jeep. Her eyes were playful and questioning. Taking in his sight again, she smiled. “So, what else do you have planned for me?”