0 comments/ 21693 views/ 2 favorites DeepStar II Submersible Ch. 01 By: Naxos (A Watery Science Fiction Fantasy in Three Parts) "Here at DeepStar, we build the most sophisticate and exciting personal underwater craft in the world," said the wetsuit-clad male announcer. "Today the world is going to see this new class of submersible for the first time." Beside him was a submarine that was like no other. It was only 20 feet long and the main tube was just 3 feet in diameter. The bow was rounded like a torpedo and on the stern was a set of eight small tubes that appeared to be for the purpose of propelling the machine foreword. On either side were wings that tapered back like a supersonic airplane and it did have a stubby tail complete with movable control surfaces. On the top of the sub was a large greenhouse of clear thick plastic that covered the tandem seating for the two-crew members. Under the dome were two large blue seats with armrest controls for guidance and an interesting mesh assembly that looked like a futuristic seatbelt. The single passenger seat was at the front of the greenhouse and the captain's seat was at the rear. Between the two seats was a 7-foot long area that was reserved for cargo or sleeping. "The DeepStar II is a two place personal craft that is designed to travel up to 600 feet deep and propel the adventurers for up to 3 hours. It has very simple controls that permit the aquanauts to enjoy the adventure relieved of the complexity of pressure tanks, decompression dangers, massive hulls, and the extremes of hot and cold." "Rather than tell you about it, I have asked our chief underwater pilot to give you and open water demonstration here at this resort in lovely Palau with any volunteer that wants to step forward." There was a small throng of swimsuit-clad vacationers watching the filming of the commercial. Among them were several pretty girls that were an obvious choice. One of the girls was on vacation from California with her girlfriend and she was smitten with the young captain of the sub. "Please pick me," she squealed. "The announcer smiled at the camera and said jokingly, "I think that we have a victim. The DeepStar II was lifted from the cradle on the dock and lowered into the water. The water was crystal clear and the bottom was about 20 feet down. The sub sat very still on the surface and the water came up almost to the top of the opening into the passenger compartment. The girl said, "Can I take my camera?" "You better leave it with me," replied the announcer. "You are going to be very busy learning about this new craft and acclimating yourself to it unique way of protecting its crew. This sounded kind of strange to the girl but the captain smiled reassuringly at her. The girl was wearing a skimpy yellow bikini and she said that she had better go get at least her shorts and tee shirt. The captain took her by the hand and led her over in front of the camera. Identified him-self as Captain Chris and said that he had been working for the DeepStar for the last 3 years. She replied that her name was Barbie and that she was here on a diving trip with her friend. She asked if she would be cold. The captain said that the cockpit would be kept at a perfect 77 degrees no matter what depth that they chose. In fact, he said, I am going to change into my DeepStar II "uniform" right now. With that he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He dropped his pants to the surprise and amusement of the onlookers and they saw that he was wearing what amounted to white silk running shorts. Chris and Barbie stepped down onto the semi-submerged wing and slosh over to the cockpit and looked in the open hatch. Chris hopped into the back seat and directed Barbie to take the front. Barbie was joined by an assistant and was helped into the sub and strapped in. She was a little surprised when the assistant cinched the net straps very tightly and locked them in place behind her. "What if I need to get out," she asked? "I can't see or reach the buckles and I could drown if the sub sinks with me trapped inside." The captain leaned forward and patted her on the shoulder and said, "That is so cute." "You could drown..." The canopy was lowered into place and locked down tight by the bikini-clad assistant. Barbie could hear the announcer on the dock talking but could not make out exactly what he was saying. Good thing too, because if she had this is what she would have heard. "The DeepStar II is the first of a generation of Passenger Immerseable Submersibles." "By this we mean that the crew will be immersed in water and will be able to breathe the fluid because it is charged with up to 15% oxygen. The craft is then free to submerge without the heavy, expensive, and complicated pressure hulls and dozens of pumps and pressure gages." "Getting acclimated to "drowning" underwater and trusting that you can breathe it is a big step toward enjoying this fantastic machine. This girl is in for the thrill of her life in the next few minutes as the sub fills with water, stabilizes, and heads out for a 60 minute excursion into the open ocean." "The cute 'Mermaid' that you see in the front of the sub will be, for lack of a better word, drowned when the craft submerges and is filled with the warm filtered O2 rich water." Inside the sub the girl was chatting with the captain about the simplicity of the sub. She noted that there were no delicate electronics that she would have expected and the surfaces were clean and smooth. She also marveled at the fact that the canopy was not the 4 inches thickness that she had seen on other subs. She wondered how it could stand up to the pressure of the deep. There was a strange little keyboard and display next to her right hand. "What is this for," she asked? "Oh, that is so you can communicate with me after the sub is underwater," he replied. "Why can't I just talk?" "You'll see," he laughed. The announcer told the crowd that the girl would be fine. To a person, they were all relieved not to have been chosen for the demonstration. The girl's friend on the dock was torn between being scared and happy that Barbie was getting to have such a unique experience. She was a little unclear on the 'drowning' part. She waved at the almost naked girl under the glass bubble in the small craft and received a big smile and a wave back. Captain Chris asked Barbie how old she was and she responded that she would be 20 tomorrow. He said, "20 years ago you were not even born yet and you were still swimming inside your mothers body totally underwater. Today you are going to get to go back to that time if only for a hour or so." "Are you ready young lady", he asked? "Let's rock!" She squealed. The sub dipped lower at the bow and the front deck started to wash with water. It inched forward but the captain wanted to keep it next to the dock for the film crew and the onlookers. The girl felt warm water trickling around her feet and she twisted in her seat to alert the captain behind her. He told her that that was normal and that the cabin was designed to be 'wet' to assist in allowing it to descend. She asked, "How wet?" He pushed the control stick forward in reply and twisted the grip to accelerate the descent. Water filled the front cabin around her and within seconds was up to her crotch and wetting her bikini. She was almost wetting her bottoms herself! "There is a lot of water up here," she cried! "Stop this thing, the water is almost up to my chest!" The people on the dock could see that the water was filling the front of the cockpit and was almost up to the girl's tits as it angled downward. She was splashing around trying to reach the seatbelt webbing release or to spring the canopy. The sub pointed down at a 45-degree angle and the tail pointed skyward as it accelerated downward. Several cameras mounted on the wings looking at the cockpit and relaying the video to the monitor on the dock. Water was now almost up to her chin and she stretched as high as she could in her seat to keep her face above the water. "Oh fuck," she cried. "This is too deep; I don't want to put my head underwater!" The man in the back was just now sitting in the water and it had covered his shorts. The silk was almost transparent after the water hit it. "Jesus Christ! I'm gonna' drown up here! Can you hear me???" She screamed as the water reached her lower lip. "I am going to DROWN!" To Be Continued ...The first thing I ever noticed about Lady B were her legs. They were gorgeous. Her upper body was hidden by the side of a wing-backed chair but stretching out over the side of the chair were her legs, endlessly long and clad in a pair of black seamed nylon stockings, the rounded white thighs above that wide band of dark double webbing bisected by black suspender straps. They were perfection - totally erotic, beautifully shaped, warm soft flesh which made you automatically lick your lips - in anticipation of licking her lips -- upper and lower, outer and inner. You couldn't help but imagine pushing those luscious limbs apart and nuzzling your way from the black toe-ends of her high-heeled shoes up the nylon covered calves past the rounded dimpled knees, trailing your lips and cheeks over the silken sheen of her lower thighs onto the broad black band of the stocking tops, and thence onto that last-lap final pathway of warm bare skin leading to the intricate mix of soft whorls of hair, glistening folds of flesh and oozing juices that made up the earthy, earthly paradise of Lady B's beautiful cunt. I was mesmerised by them. But touch them I could not for unfortunately these mouth-watering legs were wantonly displayed not in the live succulent quivering flesh but on the front cover of a paperback underneath the fancy flowing script which announced the book's title: The Erotic Adventures of Lady B. At the bottom of the cover beneath the back of the armchair was the literary legend by Erica von Lustweiber. So how did I know that Lady B had a beautiful cunt, I hear you ask. Because I'd seen it. It was not on the book's cover of course. Even in this permissive day and age that would have been a publishing coup several steps too far. Neither was it hidden away discreetly on the inside of the book. No, it was spread for all the world to see on the internet - on Lady B's own website. You don't believe me? I'd give you the web address right here and now for you to see for yourself but you'd likely leave me for a gander at this most gorgeous of glands and never return and that's not good journalistic tactics, so stay with me and I'll describe it for you - if, that is, I can find words adequate to the task. For how do you describe the ineffable? You can't. Perhaps in metaphor. Lady B's cunt is like some exotic underwater flower, blooming on the edge of a reef, wispy delicate fronds over pink glistening lips which are slowly moving to the pull of the water like some small exquisite sea creature. I have no wish to be blasphemous, but god created this. She must have. It is perfect. So beautiful and so unusual it deserves a botanical name. Cunnilingus deliciosa erica. There. Will that do? I guess I'd better introduce myself. My name is Dickins, David Dickins. That's what I was christened anyway but since I was born and brought up in Rochester, Kent, England, it wasn't long before some wag called me Charlie and the name stuck. Charlie Dickins. I'm a writer too - of sorts, a reporter on a local paper. I also free-lance for a little-read literary magazine under a pen-name but that's enough of names and anyway it's not important. Though whether I shall turn out to be the hero of this my story or whether that station shall be held by someone else I leave it to you the reader to decide. It's a Saturday, my day off and I'm on my way to an interview. But you'll need to know a little bit more background at least to understand why my driving, normally very good, is so erratic today. My mind is elsewhere - on a pair of legs and the most ineffable cunt I've ever seen. Are you with me? I fancy you might be ahead of me. Then slow down dear reader, all in good time. Which I have to say at the moment I'm not. In good time I mean. I'm on my way to interview Erica von Lushlegs and I'm late. Saturday traffic is worse than a weekday. So, I'm 32 and single. Playing the field and enjoying life. There's plenty to enjoy around Rochester and we get a lot of summer visitors. A sizeable number of whom are more mature, drawn by the town's Charles Dickens Museum. I like mature women. I get plenty of opportunity to meet them for I also have another part-time job - mostly Saturdays - showing people around. I am fluent, knowledgeable, tell a few well-honed jokes and generally give them their money's worth. And if some of the more attractive, mature women fancy a little extra, over and above the official tour it's not difficult to meet later and go into a little more depth and detail in some cosy English pub, of which Rochester has plenty. And maybe afterwards at my flat a glass or two of Kentish mead which to the non-habitual drinker can make the head spin and the body relax. I see you're ahead of me again. But today promises to be special and already I'm feeling tongue-tied. I've persuaded the editor of the literary magazine to let me broaden the normal academic scope of the articles with a slightly tongue in - wait for it - cheek piece on Erica von Lustweiber's promotional tour. She's staying at the Spread Eagle, one of our plusher hotels, just outside town. Her agent is highly suspicious on the phone. Is he expecting a leg pull? But he does finally grant me just an hour of Lady B's precious time. She's flying back to the States today after the first part of the tour and resuming up in the northwest after a week's rest and recuperation. I'm late, And for once very nervous. By the time I get to the Spread Eagle I'm a good twenty minutes late and her agent, Ronnie Steinhammer is not a happy bunny. "You're late!" he says. "Another five minutes and you'd have blown it. Come on. At the double." I run up the stairs behind him and he knocks on the door. "Erica! He's finally arrived. You ready?" "Yeah. Come on in." And he opens the door and escorts me, somewhat brusquely, inside. "Hi honey. Wanna coffee?" I nod. For once in my life I am struck dumb. Lady B is quite something. I delete the image I have been carrying around in my head for the past few months. She is not the woman on the cover. But I am not disappointed; The woman I have been lusting over was but a model. This is a woman. A mature woman. Fleshier, fuller, more vibrant. My lust for Lady B is both renewed and redirected. She is wearing a dark blue, pin-striped business suit, light blue collared blouse opened to the beginnings of her ample cleavage, navy blue stockings and half heels. But strangely enough it's her face which captivates me. I have seen plenty of her body over the last few months on her website but never her face. It is elfin. What the French call gamine. Her auburn hair is cut short close to her face. Despite the easy, out-going American manner she seems slightly vulnerable. There's something of the young Shirley Maclaine about her. She has a red slash of a mouth. Wide, with full, sensuous lips. "It's OK Ron. He'll be safe with me. You don't have to worry honey." And she winks at me as he turns and deflates through the door, pulling it closed behind him. "Sit down honey," she-says brightly, indicating two easy chairs and a couple of small tables. I sit down and watch her full arse; cheeks jiggling nicely as she walks towards the little kitchen area. I could sit and watch her jiggle all day. The room feels suddenly close. Just the two of us in it. I am already sweating. She looks back at me appraisingly. "Hey! You're cute! How do you like your coffee? Let me guess. "Strong and hot." Pause. A lifted eyebrough. "A little cream." I give her a frozen rictus smile and nod again. "What's your name honey?" I clear my throat. My mouth is dry. I need some saliva. "Dickins," 'I manage to get out. "David Dickins." She comes over all sexy coy. Puts on a breathy girly voice. "Do I like Dick-ins? Gee I don't know Mr President. I've never been to one." And she giggles, still in Marilyn mode, It's an old joke but she mimics Miss Monroe so perfectly I laugh out loud and for a second imagine that, maybe, in far off Arlington a smile lights up the dead president's face and for him once more the earth moves. She has broken the ice. I relax and smile happily. She smiles with me. I bet they call you Charles," she says. "Charlie." I grin. "Charlie it is." She smiles again. She turns with the two coffee cups and walks towards me. "One of my majors was Victorian novelists," she says. "I just love Dickens." Is she playing with me? "Hard Times. Dickwick Papers. Knickerless Nickleby, Adventures in the Skin Trade." She is playing with me. "I think that was ... er ... someone else," I end lamely. "Oh yes, you're right. Dylan Thomas. Right?" She puts down her coffee and moves over to my side. She reaches out to put my cup on the low table. The neck of her blouse falls open. She remains motionless for a second and lets me look at her two full breasts straining the blue lace bra, her big nipples clearly showing through the thin filmy material. She knows just what she's doing, where I'm looking and what I'm thinking. And she's enjoying the knowledge. She's winding up my lust. I already feel a stirring somewhere down south. The earth is beginning to move for me too. She whispers to me in a low voice, her words sending shivers all over my body, draining me of any energy, totally transfixing me. "Cop a feel?" she asks. And she looks up slowly without moving her body and I manage to drag my eyes away from those big, bouncing, beautiful breasts inside her open blouse to look up at her face, my mouth gaping open. Is she really asking me to ...? "Pardon?" I gurgle lamely. She stands and puts her hand on my shoulder, her eyes fixing me with a foxy look. "Copperfield. You know Charlie, David Copperfield. My favourite." Her eyes twinkle again. "What did you think I said?" She knows exactly what I think she said because she said exactly what I thought she said. She sits on her armchair. And crosses her legs. I hear that distinctive sound of nylon hissing over nylon. It sizzles through the room. She grins. "Okay Charlie. You wanna -- errr - do me? Now?" I recover my nerve. How, I don't know. "I certainly do." I pull out my notebook and take out a pen. My hands are trembling slightly. "For starters. What do I call you?" "That's an easy one," she says. "Erica. It's my name." "And the Lady B bit. What's the B for?" "Anything you'd like to imagine Charlie." She sits straight up in her chair and moves her head slightly to one side, her eyes looking heavenwards. "Lady B Good!" And then she breaks the pose, leans way forward to pick up her coffee, freezes the moment allowing me once again to see into her gaping blouse, putting on a brazen display of those big breasts and looks up from under her eyebrows at my face: "Lady be Bad!" She takes a sip of coffee, still bent forwards for me, puts the cup down, and placing her hand on her skirt, pushes the hem forwards over her prim, together knees: "Lady Behave!" She is a superb actress. She could be something out of a Henry James' novel, twirling a demure little brolly at a Washington ball. "But much more to your liking I fancy Charlie - Lady B Naughty." And with that she pulls back her skirt to mid-thigh and crosses her legs again. More nylon hiss. More sizzle. She looks down at her legs and pulls the hem even higher. To the start of the dark blue band at the top of her stockings. DeepStar II Submersible Ch. 01 "And of course ..." She sweeps two hands in display down le-tout ensemble - blue jacket, blue blouse, blue skirt, blue stockings, blue shoes "... Lady Blue!" I take stock. Slowly. Top to toe. And back up again. My cock starts to stand to attention. Stirred by the sight. "You approve Charlie?" Two can play this tease. "Well, what I can see. Yes." "Oh Charlie. You want more? Is this going to be one of those - in depth - interviews. You want ..." another pause "... everything! Out in the open?" "Of course. You wouldn't want your public short-changed would you Lady B? The more... erm ... 'open' you are with me, the more books you're going to sell. Would I let you down Erica? You play ball with me. I'll play ball with you." "Jeez honey. You've only known me five minutes and you want me to play with your balls already! I thought Charles Dickens was supposed to be a Victorian gentleman Charlie?" "But Erica I am. I am. Open yourself to me. Trust me. I'm a writer. Like you." "Yeah and you're a man too Charlie. And men tell lies. If I had a dollar for every guy who's told me' ....and her voice grows gruff... 'I won't come in your mouth honey,' I wouldn't have to be a working girl Charlie. It's a good job I like the taste!" I reach in my pocket and pull out a pound coin. I put it next to her coffee cup and grin. "I promise I won't come in your mouth Erica." She laughs, uncrosses her legs, leans forward and picks up the coin. Once more her bountiful breasts are on display, moving heavily as she moves. She looks up at me, puts the coin between her teeth and bites it in a mock 'test' to make sure it's not counterfeit. Then she grins at me and reaches one hand to pull her bra cup away from her breast and slips the coin inside. She looks down and settles the big nipple back into its soft nest. "Okay Charlie ..." and she settles back in her arm chair, crosses her legs again and pulls her hem back to the top of thighs, exposing dark-blue garter straps and the beginnings of her firm white thighs, "...you can have the lot. I'll bare myself to you completely. If you're gentle with me. Just so long as you respect a working girl afterwards... Now, what do you want?" And I watch in awe as she looks into my eyes and undoes the top two buttons on her blouse, uncovering the dark blue brassiere bulging with the heavy weight of her full bosom. She pulls the blouse open to let me see the huge dark areole and the thick stiffening nipples behind the fully stretched wispy lace. "Tell me what you want Charlie," she purrs. "Ask me - anything! You never know - you might just get what you ask for. Come on! Cat got your tongue Charlie?" I decide to go for it. This is some feisty lady with a sense of humour. I look her straight in the eye. "Your pussy," I whisper. "Oh Charlie! You cannot be seriarse!" And she bursts out laughing. "What about my pussy?" "Tell me ..." And I lean forward: "Is the pussy on your website yours? After all the legs on the book cover aren't!" "Charlie! You want me to show you my pussy to prove it's mine? Can't you just take my word for it?" "Erica, I'd love to. Believe me. But don't you think we have to establish some basis of trust here? Really I do want to believe you. But seeing is believing is it not?" "You have a very persuasive tongue, Charlie Dickins. But tell me first - what do you think of my website?" I look her straight in the eye. "Erica your pussy is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. Sublime. The object of my deepest and sincerest adoration. I ask only to see it that I may fall at your feet and worship!" "Oh Charlie! How sweet. How can I resist such a request? But maybe you should ..." But before she can finish her 'maybe' the telephone beside her bursts into life and its shrill ringing tone shatters the atmosphere. Damn and blast! My face crumples in defeat. Cheated - at the last second. She grins at my crestfallen face, turns and picks up the phone. "Erica Hall." Pause while the dull murmur of a voice sounds. "Oh. Hi honey! What a surprise! Where are you?" She turns to me and puts a finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet. Then points to the door, makes a twisting motion with her fingers and wrist and mouths, 'Lock the door!' to me. I rise silently and walk towards the door. Does she want me out or in? I reach the door and look back at her. She nods, repeats the mime and then beckons me with her crooked finger to come back in. Hallelujah. All is not lost. I lock the door and move back towards her. She watches me through hooded eyes. I can hear the faint hum of a voice as she listens. She blows me a kiss and beckons me nearer. I stand right next to her. She talks into the phone again, her eyes locked on mine. "Sure honey. I'll be home in just a few more hours. Long before you go to bed. But don't plan on getting any sleep tonight ... I'm gonna fuck your brains out. I'm feeling so fucking horny for you ... Oh yeah ... you wanna believe it." There is a faint answering sound down the phone. "Are you doing what I think you're doing honey? Have you got your cock out? Take it out. Right now. Oh yes." She takes the phone from her mouth and silently repeats to me, "Take it out Charlie." She looks down to the bulge in the front of my trousers as I slide the zipper down. I reach inside and pull out my rampant cock. She stares at it, looks back up into my face and mouths an "Oh yes!" and then licks slowly round her mouth with her tongue. "Stroke it for me honey," she breathes into the phone, her eyes still locked on mine. "Put your big fist round your big cock and pull on it for me ..." I need no further bidding. I stroke slowly up and down along its full length staring into her face as she watches me. I pull hard at the base of my cock bending the large deep red plum of my cock end so that it strains and bulges. She squirms in her seat, widening her thighs and moves forward wantonly so that her skirt rides higher up her full thighs. She glances up quickly at my face and our eyes meet briefly. Her eyelids are hooded and her eyes glazed with lust, her mouth open. She parts her thighs wider and moves her free hand down between them stroking her cunt through the silk of her panties. Her breathing is short and shallow. She groans and speaks into the phone, the voice leaden and lifeless. "Oh honey that makes me feel so fucking horny. Give it a squeeze for me. Tell me what it looks like. I want to take it in my mouth and suck you off. Push it into my mouth. I want to suck your hot cock. Fuck my mouth. Push it in hard. All the way in. Come in my mouth. Empty your balls down my throat. Let me suck you off. Tell me. Tell me." She looks up at me and taking her damp finger tips from the wet patch spreading on the silk of her knickers she crooks her index finger and beckons me closer. I move towards her, my erect and slowly pulsating cock preceding me by a good seven inches. Her eyes fixed mesmerically on mine she tilts her head upwards and opens her mouth wide, her tongue poking out and flexing to form a glistening U-shaped welcome. I stand over her and pulling back on my foreskin to make the head dip and bulge I push it towards her mouth. The taut skin of the head of my cock shines in the reflected light of the room and the thick meat of it pulses with lust. Her eyes fixed on the nearing cock head, she moves her head forward to meet it and then as her mouth engulfs my cock in a hot wet embrace she shuts her eyes and concentrates on the feel of it filling her mouth. She murmurs deep in her throat and her free hand reaches up to encircle my shaft and she starts to masturbate me into her mouth. She pulls her sucking mouth slowly off my cock and looks up at me her eyes alive with mischief. "Oh yeah babe, That's good. Push it in my mouth. Let me suck it. More. More. Come on. Fuck my mouth. More?" She has the speaker of the phone close up to her mouth and my cock now glistening wet with her saliva. She puts out her tongue bathing the deep red head of my cock with her juices and then she noisily begins to suck me smacking her lips against my fevered skin. "Yeah. Yeah. Come on. Oh yeah." The low rumble coming out of the telephone gets louder. Someone is clearly close to shooting his load. As am I. Two of us groaning for release, me almost silently, him grunting loudly now. Both of us mad with lust. Her left hand continues to pull on my engorged cock. Slow insistent tugs bringing me nearer and nearer to the brink. Her mouth is barely touching the end of my cock as she makes a millimetre of space to talk into the phone. Her lips are wet from saliva and as her stroking hand reaches the end of its slow methodical squeezing she spits a shower of gooey saliva and precum at my cock end gathers it in her fist and begins to smear it down the stalk of my rampant bulging cock. "Was that as good as it sounded honey," she coos softly into the mouthpiece. "You sure you're gonna have another big load for me when I get back. My throat is awful dry honey. Don't use it all up before I get my share. Honey, I'm sorry but I gotta leave you. Something's come up at my end. Eat some fruit honey. Bananas and cream. I'll be wanting something juicy to drink when I get back. See you soon lover." And with that she blows a big kiss into the receiver and puts the phone down. She looks up at me eyes twinkling with mischief and her hand continues its slow slippery massage. "You got a beautiful cock Charlie. She looks down to watch her hand moving over my taut skin as her gentle, insistent hand begins another electric upward journey. Her eyes look into mine again. Now they are darkly thoughtful. Her voice is low, throaty and slow. "Still want to see my pussy Charlie?" I nod and with supreme effort pull my cock back from her hot hand and moving between her knees. I kneel before her. I push her skirt upwards as she raises her hips to free her body and I reach up and pull her knickers down and over her shoes. They are sodden with her cunt juices. I drape them over my rigid cock and masturbate with them. Two quick strokes of the sopping silk to quicken my lust and then I push her legs wide and as she pushes her lower body forward in the armchair I gaze down at the cunt I have been fantasising about for months. It is mushy and wet. A glistening little forest of damp hairs and ripe wet open flesh. A long pealed-open gash softly gleaming with her oozing juices and just begging to be sucked up. The small stiff reddened nub of her clit peaks out from the tiny folds surrounding it. I ignore it, lowering my mouth to replicate the slow, insistent pace of the journeys her hand has been making on my cock. My flat tongue licks strongly but ever so leisurely up the fat, fleshy, gaping cunt lips savouring the sharp, bitter-sweet, 'nature's-aperitif' taste of her and my quivering nostrils take in the pungent, slightly gamey, spicy smell of a woman in heat and as my mouth reaches the end of this first lapping pilgrimage I narrow the shape of the very tip of my tongue and worship her clit with a fast and furious licking. Up above my head I hear her crying out a long keening moan of pure pleasure and her thighs begin a series of squeezing and relaxing movements against my head, the silk of her stockings and the warmth of her heavy thighs crushing my face. I am in heaven. As her moaning begins to heighten I leave the the small hard rounded marble of her clit and go back down to the base of her wide open outer cunt lips to start the long, ecstatic journey again. I am teasing and building her anticipation. By the end of the third lap which climaxes in an orgy of licking and nibbling of her slippy slipping slippery clit I will not be denied and as her screams become louder and higher and more abandoned I push my middle finger past the her tight sphincter and full into her hot dry arse. She screams again and her anal sphincter grips my finger in a sudden tight pulse as she comes long and loud over and over. I look up at her and her head is rolling against the back of the armchair her eyeballs white and her mouth open and gasping and she suddenly reaches down drunkenly to push my head way from her cunt and wriggle free of my invasive finger. Gradually she comes back down to earth and looks at me a newly landed alien, lungs still heaving, face flushed and sweating, lips fat and engorged and eyes shell-shocked. "Jesus Charlie!" is all she can say as she struggles for breath. And then she laughs in release. "I hope your pen is as talented as your mouth." But our mid-coital bliss is shattered by a loud knocking on the door and the sound of Ronnie Steinhammer yelling, "Erica! The taxi's here. We are late. You're going to miss your plane! Erica! For God's sake open this door!" Fifteen frenzied minutes later I am in the car driving back to the flat. In one jacket pocket is a business card with her email address. In the other a pair of still sodden navy blue knickers. My mind is still coming to terms with what happened in that hotel room and her hurried invitation to join up with up in Wales on the send part of her publicity tour as her agent. "I owe you one Charlie and next time promise you will come in my mouth," are her last words whispered into my ear before she kisses me on the mouth and then ducks her head into the taxi that will take her and Ronnie on what will have to be a fast trip to the airport. I should have a smile on my face at my good fortune but I can't really concentrate on anything because of the appalling pain in my testicles. But then even that agony makes space for a quick grin as a thought comes to mind. 'Of course. Lady Blueballs!' * My thanks to Erica - she knows who she is - for the inspiration. And to Anna for her encouragement. Dedicated to another Anna. I would welcome feedback from any woman who found the story a turn on - and maybe a happy memory too. DeepStar II Submersible Ch. 02 (A Watery Science Fiction Fantasy in Three Parts) "Listen," he said, "you are not going to drown. You are going on an underwater adventure that is going to require that you learn a new skill in the next two minutes." The water was over her mouth and just starting to cover her nose! She could still here the captain talking to her as the water deepened. "Here it is... you are going to learn to breathe water." With that ringing in her ears the water covered her face as she was still crying out! Captain Chris could see her head vanishing under the water and rising toward his compartment. Bubbles rose from her open mouth to the small air gap near the top of her canopy. Her hands thrashed above her and she kicked at the instrument panel with her naked long legs. He cranked a knob and increased the flooding of the cockpit. Captain Chris wanted to get underwater as quickly as possible to make his transition before she did. The people on the dock could see her long blond hair swirling in the water as the sub continued to nose over. The captain was still head above water but it was almost up to his mid chest. The announcer said to the camera and the crowd, "This girl is now in an oxygen rich water cocoon and as soon as she runs out of air in her lungs she will be required breath the water." Inside the sub the captain was just going underwater but instead of holding his breath like the girl was, he put his lips together and blew out all of the air in his lungs. Within seconds, he was desperate to breath and he did. The warm tingly water coursed down his throat and then into his lungs. He fought to inhale to the fullest before letting his body relax and the water flow out of his nose. Bubbles were expelled from his sinuses and they swirled around before being swept out of the sub through hidden vents in the canopy. Barbie was in shock as she looked over her shoulder and saw the Captain exhaling his air into the water. She held her breath with even greater determination! On the surface the crowd watched as the sub drove deeper and deeper with the struggling girl submerged in the front seat. One of the girls asked how long she had been underwater. The girl's friend had glanced at her diving watch and said, "I think that she has been underwater for 20 seconds now and I know that when we snorkel together, she can stay under for a little less that I can -- and I can hold my breath for just about 60 seconds." The monitor showed that the interior lights were on in the cockpit and the camera unmistakably showed that the captain was in control of the sub and leveling it off at 200 feet. Barbie was still twisting back and forth trying to reach the seatbelt buckles. Her hair was floating around her face and her terror was obscured from the camera but her body language was not! Barbie could see the depth gage passing through 240 feet and in the back of her mind she knew that if she got free -- she would never be able to get to the surface. Her friend pleaded with the announcer to end her torture and bring her up. He said that if he asked the captain to come back to the surface it would take over 60 seconds and it looked like she had been underwater for 45 or 50 seconds now. If she could only hold her breath for 60 seconds total, she was way out of time. There was only one outcome that would relieve her torment and that was to get the drowning over with, he said. The captain set the sub down on the bottom next to a rocky outcropping on one side and the Sydney-Mer Underwater Adventure Hotel on the other. The Sydney-Mer catered to rich divers and adventurers who could afford the $800 a day fee to stay in an 8 by 8 foot stateroom but enjoy the best meals on the face of the planet. This afternoon there were 10 guests a the Sydney Mer having lunch in the glass vaulted roof dining room enjoying the view and relaxing after the mid morning dive. A young woman in a black bikini bottom, and little else, was the first to spot the sub as it came into view. The exterior lighting on the hotel lit up the area and the guests could see that there were two virtually nude people in the jet fighter like submarine. The young woman noticed that there was something odd about the girl in the front seat. She was drowning! An eruption of air bubbles burst from her mouth and she clamped her hand over her face to prevent water from replacing the lost air. One of the divers ran from the dining room to get his diving tank and mask and try to rescue the crew of the downed sub. The captain of the sub waved to the people in the restaurant and gunned the little sub back to life. Barbie was loosing the battle with the water that incased her. As the sub accelerated toward the chasm, she exhaled the air that she had been hording. Her body was wracked with a sharp pain when she drew the sparkling water back into her lungs. She passed out and her body took over scrabbling for oxygen to support her life. She was lost in a dream for several minutes that centered on being drowned inside of a small metal tube deep underwater. The resort people on the dock watched in fascination as the sub cleared the wall and started to dive ever deeper in to the ocean. They could see the Captain piloting the craft and smiling -- it almost looked like he was whistling a happy tune! The girl in the front seat was floating against her seatbelts and with her arms bobbing at her sides. The air bubbles had stopped coming out of her nose and she gave an occasional shudder as she breathed in more water and out the last of her air. As the sub reached 500 feet Barbie woke up. She was in a daze but she could see that they were in a giant canyon with colorful spires made of rock sticking up over 80 above the bottom. The captain snaked the sub between the obstacles and tapped on the side of the boat to get her attention. She looked over her shoulder at him and started to understand how utterly fantastic this was! She gave a small wave and went back to looking at the landscape that was before them. She heard a clunk and felt the seatbelts release her from their grip. Captain Chris must have let her loose now that the she was on the other side of the transition. She could feel the mass of the water as it coursed in and out of her windpipe and lungs! I was not an unpleasant experience. She floated out of her seat and twisted around to swim back to him. She passed over the top of her headrest and into the empty cargo compartment that separated them. She swam to the opening to his compartment just as he parked the sub on the ocean floor for the second time. Chris released his belts and swam over the instrument panel and into the cargo compartment. He met up with her and they joined hands. She tried to speak but only water came out. She breathed in and out and occasionally a bloop of air escaped from her mouth. It must have been air that was trapped in the recesses of her lungs. The captain pointed out fish and other interesting sea life as they hung weightless inside of the clear water filled dome. Barbie could hear the hum of the sub through the water as the pumps and heaters kept their life-sustaining womb safe for them. She rapidly acclimated to the water breathing technique and wondered if she would ever be able to do this again. As they floated in the warm water Barbie started to get a little horny. She brushed against the captain's shorts and felt that he was as hard as a rock. He shorts did not conceal that he was ready for action. She typed on the keyboard, "I am feeling kind of excited! Can we ... er ... make love in here?" "Of course," he replied, "this is the best love nest that you will ever experience!" To Be Continued ... DeepStar II Submersible Ch. 03 (A Watery Science Fiction Fantasy in Three Parts) Chris removed all of Barbie's clothes and then wiggled out of his shorts. They made love floating in the warm water deep underwater in this marvelous vessel. The camera on the wing tip picked up everything - the crowd was torn between watching and going back to their rooms for a personal and private affair. The man rammed his cock deep into her and they floated and tumbled in the watery chamber. In almost total silence they used their bodies to communicate and love each other. Barbie held his butt cheeks and pulled him deeper inside of her as she inflated her lungs to the fullest with the warm life giving water. Her nipples poked his tanned chest and he lost control and ejaculated into her with an animal force! She felt the hot gush of his semen and gripped his cock with her pussy to hold them together as long as possible. (The details of the love-making are well known and available on videotape in almost any store that has underwater art films. It is enough to say that Barbie was set for life when she signed the contract with WetPleasure Film Studios.) After they had made love for what seemed an hour, the captain indicated that they should adventure outside. They had to exit through a small port in the canopy to reduce the volume of O2 rich water spilling into the open sea. They knew that the water was going to be very cold but that shock was worth the extra vehicular activity -- just like a space walk but with much less equipment. Barbie typed in on the communication pad: Does it help to 'breathe' in and out for a while to oxygenate your blood? Chris responded: "Yes." He opened the hatch and wiggled his naked body out of the opening. She was left looking at his hairy butt as he stopped on his way out to survey the location. She followed him out and they swam out into the frigid water. They swam only 10 yards away before returning to stick their heads in the port to get rejuvenated with the watery oxygen. On the next sojourn away from the sub, they swam to a mound and surveyed the area. In the distance they could see a deep-sea rig with hardhat divers working on the ocean floor. Barbie wanted to sneak up on them and do the "look I'm a mermaid" thing. They both reentered the sub to pull their air (water) supply closer. Chris lifted the sub and moved it forward until it was within 70 feet of the divers but still behind a rocky wall. He planted it on the bottom without disturbing the mud and giving away their location. Barbie signaled that she wanted to go outside on her own and Chris decided to stay close by. Barbie wanted to put on her bikini just for fun. She found it floating under the seat in the back of the sub and looked very sexy to Chris as she put first the bikini top and then hovered as she slipped on the panties. Her legs floated up on the ceiling as she tucked her boobs into the top and adjusted the bottoms around her ass and crack. She floated in the cabin and watched the captain search for his pants. They were nowhere to be found. He liked being nude but he knew that he would need to cover his genitals at some point. Barbie grabbed him by the cock playfully and indicated that she was going to go into the open water and tease the divers. She took several deep inhalations of the water to oxygenate her blood. She swam out of the hatch and up to the wall. Barbie stood upright on the bottom and walked slowly out into the open and made her way up to the divers. They were facing the other way and did not see her until she was between where they were working on a valve. One of them caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and jerked around with a start! Here they were in hundreds of feet of water on the bottom of the ocean and a bikini-clad girl was standing there looking at them as they worked. Barbie took hold of the pipe and bent to examine what they were working on. The divers watched with slack jaws as this almost naked girl turned to smile at them. They could not determine how she was surviving here at this depth with no air. She seemed to be holding her breath but that was impossible. Knowing that she couldn't stay here forever, she straightened up and looked back toward the wall that she had just come from. She waved and started to turn to swim back to the sub and the fresh oxygen. The other diver had moved closer to her and reached out and snagged her by the bottom of her swimsuit. She twisted to get free but he held on tight and caught her hand with his big-gloved fist. She guessed that she could stay out here for 3 minutes or so but almost a minute was gone already and time was running out. Chris was still behind the wall and shocked to see that the other diver had moved in to hold onto to her too. He swam over the wall and toward the trio waving his arms. He had not put on his shorts but that was the least of his problems right now. The divers were still a bit sunned to see this beautiful girl and now they were in a panic when a naked man came swimming up waving his arms and shouting silently underwater. They easily pushed him away and turned to take the struggling girl back to the hanging equipment basket for the 15-minute ride to the surface. In 15 minutes, she would be long dead but they did not know that. She lost her top resisting the flailing hands and they decided to 'pants' her as well! The first one ripped off her bottoms and tucked them in his belt. A souvenir for later! Naked -- 540 feet underwater -- 2 minutes elapsed time -- She realized that this was a very dangerous situation. She saw that one of the divers had tied the captain's foot to a pipe on the ocean floor and he was trying to get free --there was only one thing that she could think of and she did it. She reached up on the diver's hard hat and released the air hose from the fitting. Immediately water flooded his helmet and then into his suit. The increased mass knocked him onto his butt and he fought to locate the hose in all of the commotion. The hose had whipped away and was lost in the rising silt. The other diver pulled out a cutting tool and went for her. His heavy boots made him slow and clumsy so she easily swam over his head and landed next to the captain. She did not want to drown the second diver but he would not let up. There was fire in his eyes as she stayed just out of arms reach and backed toward the lifting basket. She bumped her bare butt against the wire mesh and turned to the pressure hoses that were coming down from the tender on the surface. A convenient pair of bolt cutters finished the task of severing the main air hose that went to both of the divers. Water rushed down the hose and filled the second diver's helmet. He gasped with the cold water and drowned almost instantly. She swam to the captain and cut through his bonds. The both were out of oxygen but somehow they made their way back to the DeepStar and stuck their heads in the open porthole to breath in the sparkling oxygen rich water. Slipping inside the sub they rejoiced that they had turned the camera off before leaving the sub. It would not do to have the world see the fight with the divers here in the salty depths. The trip back to the surface was uneventful. They met the support team at the dock and were helped into a waiting tank on the dock to prepare for the transition process back from water breathing to air breathing. The people on the dock could not help but notice that Barbie was still nude and that her bikini was not in the sub. The transition process was performed behind a curtain with trained medical personnel assisting. As she lay their naked on the table gasping in the tropical air, she noted that the transition from air to water was MUCH more pleasant than the transition from water back to air! Even as the nurses watched her, she put her hand between her naked legs and felt her aching and dripping pussy. She knew that she would go down in the sub again. The End.