by Reed James
Ester snorted. “Have you been speakin' to Reverend Nelly again?”
“Futa's got her priorities straight,” I grinned.
We reached the valet desk and my wife handed the ticket to the eager, young man. As he dashed off, my wife let out a giggle. “Cheryl-Lyn, you are one of a kind.”
“Yep.” I tipped my Stetson to her. “And I'm glad you recognize how lucky you are to find me. Ain't no one else in this world gonna make you as happy as I do.”
“So full of yourself. You're lucky I love you, because no one else would put up with you.”
I grinned at her.
She giggled again.
It was wonderful to see my wife laugh. Even if we didn't spend the entire vacation fucking every pretty woman we met, I knew I would enjoy our time here. Just seeing her happy was almost as satisfying as cumming into a new cunt.
Well, maybe it was a tiniest bit more satisfying. Not that I would ever admit it. I had a reputation to maintain.
The valet returned with our red Ford Taurus. It was a nice sedan and cheap to rent. I took the driver seat while my wife buckled into the passenger seat. She pulled out her GPS and programmed in the address. All I had to do was follow the almost sultry voice to our destination.
The beauty of Honolulu passed us by. I kept glancing at the perfect blue of the ocean, then up at the slope of the volcano rising above us. I knew there was a volcano erupting somewhere on one of the islands, maybe the big one. That must be spectacular to see. The idea of lava gushing out of the mountain sent an erotic thrill through me.
My clit tingled in my bikini bottoms.
And there were plenty of other beautiful sights to see. And I wasn't talking about the palm trees dotting the streets. I was talking about the women. Beautiful women in scanty clothing, breasts jiggling, hips swaying, legs flashing. It was a buffet of beauties. Tourists from America and Asia mixing and mingling with the local girls.
“Mmm,” Ester moaned, glancing out the window at a petite Asian woman, sunglasses on her face, wearing a small bikini top and a pair of jean shorts that hugged her slim ass. Her skin was a dusky olive that looked so creamy to play with.
“Uh-huh,” I moaned. “Makes me wanna sprout my cock and have you suck it while I drive.”
“I am never doing that again,” Ester said, her voice firm. “You almost killed us when you came.”
I shrugged. “I recovered.”
The GPS led us out of Honolulu onto a road that wrapped along the coast of Oahu. After ten minutes, we pulled off the road and headed towards a marina. I parked the car and climbed out with my wife, glancing around.
“There,” my wife said, pointing at a sign that read “Blue Lagoon Snorkeling and Diving.”
Our purses in hand, we walked to the pier. Our flip flops smack-smack into the bottoms of our feet as we walked. It was warm, but a cooling breeze wafted off the Pacific Ocean. The smell of salt filled my nose. I breathed it in as I looked down into the lagoon. The waters were so clear. I could see starfish on the bottom and little fish swimming through the water.
“Hi,” a bubbly, female voice said.
My ears picked up the sound of a hot woman. My head snapped around to see a Hawaiian beauty with golden-brown skin stepping off a small boat. She wore a flowery bikini top with a lavender wrap tied about her waist. Her left leg peeked out the wrap's slit as she walked, sleek and delicious. She had wavy brown hair framing her round face.
My clit ached to transform into a dick.
“Are you Cheryl-Lyn and Ester?” she asked.
“Yes, ma'am, we are,” I nodded, tipping my hat to her. “Me and the missus lookin' forward to snorkelin'.”
“Oh, you're married, how wonderful. Is this your honeymoon?” the woman asked.
“Just a vacation,” my wife answered. “And we're both excited to get out there and see the sights.”
“Well, just follow me to my office, and we'll fill out the paperwork.” She rolled her eyes. “Pretty standard release forms. I'll give you a safety briefing and then we'll get out to the reef. Oh, I'm Konani.”
“What a beautiful name,” I purred, walking up to Konani. I put my arm around her waist. She let out a gasp of surprise. “Come on and let's get all the borin' stuff out of the way so we can have some fun.”
Konani looked over her shoulder at Ester. “Your wife is, um, friendly.”
“You have no idea,” Ester laughed and walked behind me.
The paperwork was boring. Konani went over the dangers associated with snorkeling, had us sign waivers. Then we rented out the flippers, snorkels, and masks, followed by paying the fee for the guided tour and boat rental. It was pricey, but we were on vacation. I put it on my credit card, signed with a flourish.
“So, we all set?”
“Safety briefing,” Konani said. “What we're doing isn't too dangerous. The tides shouldn't be a problem, but if you get caught in one, don't fight it to try to swim to shore. That will only tire you out. You'll want to float in the water and wait for rescue. Now, it won't happen. And we'll be together at all times. No splitting up.”
She continued on, but all I could think about was her gorgeous body. Her round breasts looked so delicious in her bikini top. My fingers itched to pull the string and see her breasts exposed. I pictured them bobbing beneath the water.
My pussy grew wetter and wetter. My string was wedged between them. If I spread my legs, people would get quite a sight. So I did it as I leaned back in my chair, exposing all. Konani, standing before us, naturally looked at the movement.
Her words trailed off. Her eyes widened. My clit itched to sprout a cock as she stared at my nearly exposed pussy. Her cheeks blushed wonderfully dark. Then she jerked her eyes up. Her hips shifted and she swallowed, her eyes darting around as she thought what to do.
She continued on her safety speech, her voice hoarse; her eyes drifting down to stare at my cooch again. “Sharks are known to prowl the reef, but they're usually not big enough to be a threat to a human. If one comes close, just hit it in the nose. That makes them back off. But it probably won't happen. The important thing is to never panic when in the water.”
Finally, the safety briefings were over. We left our purses, flip flops, and my Stetson hat in her office, safely locked up, then headed to her boat with our gear. It was a little daunting stepping into the boat. It kept bobbing and swaying.
But I was a fearless cowgirl, so I just jumped right in then turned to help my wife in. Konani had no problems boarding, making it look effortless. She moved like a pro, untying the boat before starting the engine. In no time we were racing across the water. I stared out at the ocean. An endless blue stretched out to the horizon, the surface undulating with waves.
We sped past the jungle coast and several beeches before we reached the reef. It was isolated, private. High cliffs loomed over us. She stopped the boat and threw an anchor over as I peered at the colorful coral just below the surface of the water. It was wrinkly and jagged in places, while other parts reminded me the ripples and folds of a brain.
“Okay, ladies,” Konani said, untying her wrap and letting it drop into the boat. Her bikini bottoms were a matching lavender, clinging to her pussy. She had quite the cameltoe, her crotch damp with her excitement.
She liked staring at my beaver.
“Let's get our gear on and get into the water.”
Sitting on the edge of the boat, I pulled on my flippers over my feet. I giggled, kicking my legs out and watching the black, rubbery ends wiggle. Then I dipped my goggles into the seawater like Konani did, swirling it around before dumping it back into the ocean.
I had no idea why.
Goggles secure over my eyes, I attached the snorkel to the clip on the goggles side and adjusted it so the rubbery end went into my mouth. It had an unpleasant taste, but that was a small price to pay for adventure.
“Okay, let's get in the water. And remember, stay together. We don't want to get separated.”
“I'll stick
to you like spots on a cheetah,” I grinned.
My wife rolled her eyes.
We plunged into the warm waters. I smiled, loving the embrace. Everything became even clearer now that we were below the water. And, for a moment, I forgot all about Konani's beauty as I stared at the wonders of the reef.
Everywhere I looked I spotted something new. Anemones colorful tendrils waved in the currents. Starfish and sand dollars littered the sandy sea floor. Kelp grew like waxy-green fronds. And the fish... So many different types, all colorful, darting in and out of the nooks and crannies in the coral. My head swiveled, drinking in all the sights.
A clownfish swam past my face. I smiled and reached out to touch it. The fish zoomed off with a flip of his fins. The top of my head broke the surface, and I sucked in a breath through the snorkel. It was like breathing through a thick straw.
But it let me enjoy the sights.
Konani tapped my shoulder. She pointed down the reef and motioned with her hand. I nodded. With Ester at my side, we swam down the coral. It was a lazy swim. The flippers made it almost effortless. I felt like a dolphin every time I broached the surface to take a breath.
Ester had a huge grin around her snorkel, her brown eyes dancing in behind her goggles. She kept tapping my shoulder to point out a new sight to behold. I saw things I didn't even knew existed. There was so much diversity crowding the reef.
But my eyes kept flicking up to Konani swimming before us, her brown hair fanned out behind her, swaying in the current like the tendrils of the anemone. Her sleek legs kicked, and I had a wonderful view of her bikini bottoms clinging to her pussy mound.
She may as well be naked. Her clit was a hard pearl. The fabric molded to the swollen mound of her vulva, engorged and excited. Her labia were thick, pressing into the material.
If I didn't have a snorkel in my mouth, I would have licked my lips.
I swam a little faster, coming up beside Konani. I reached out my hand and stroked her supple back. She glanced at me with her dark eyes. I winked at her as my fingernails traced up her spine. She shivered then kicked her legs, drifting up to the surface to breathe.
I joined her, sucking in a breath, my hand resting on her back. I circled quick designs along her supple back. Ester came up on the other side, her hand joining mine. I caught my wife's gaze and unspoken words passed between us.
We were going to enjoy our tour guide.
Konani suddenly kicked her legs and shot ahead of us. She twisted in the water, floating backwards, staring at the pair of us. Her thighs pressed together as she squirmed beneath the waves. A pair of nipples dimpled the front of her bikini top.
My wife and I swam towards her. We were a pair of hungry sharks. Konani kicked her legs again, swimming backwards, staying out of our reach. I broached the surface to breathe, then dived down after her, kicking hard, shooing towards her.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to me beneath the water. She trembled in my arms. Her legs kicked, carrying us to the surface. I stroked her stomach as I held her from behind. We both breathed through our snorkels as we drifted on the current. I undulated, rubbing my crotch into her supple ass.
Ester swam before us. My wife reached out, brushing my hands on Konani's stomach. The tour guided trembled. My wife guided my hands upward until we were both touching Konani's breasts through her bikini top.
I squeezed her soft mounds through the lycra and brushed hard nipples. She expelled her breath through her snorkel. Bubbles burst out the top and rose to the surface. She squirmed more and I kicked, bringing us back to the surface so we could breathe.
We drifted, wrapped up by warm water. Seducing a woman while snorkeling was such a different experience. My fingers pinched her nipples. She moaned, her voice muffled and strange beneath the water. She pressed back into my ass, making my clit tingle.
I pinched her nipples through her bikini. She shuddered and more bubbles burst from the top of her snorkel.
I pushed my snorkel aside and let my bare lips press against her neck. I nibbled and sucked while the pressure in my lungs grew. I ignored my breathing as long as I could as I ground against her ass and pinched her nipples.
Then I shoved my snorkel back into my mouth and took a breath through it.
Ester pressed into Konani's front. She pushed her snorkel aside to nibble on Konani's chin and neck before my wife had to take her breath. Konani shuddered, breathing through her snorkel, bubbles escaping around the rubber in her mouth as she shuddered between us.
She was so silky in my arm. Our hair fanned about us, wafting in the current as we drifted. I licked up to her ear and nibbled on it before I had to take a breath. Then my wife pushed Konani's snorkel out of her mouth and kissed her on the lips.
Konani stiffened between us. Bubbles escaped their mouths, catching in my wife's eyelashes. They moaned as they shared their kiss. Then broke it to stuff their snorkels back into their mouths and breathe.
I sucked in a huge breath then turned Konani's face and kissed her sweet lips. I moaned into the kiss. Bubbles tickled my face as she squirmed between us. Her body twisted as she turned around. My bikini top pulled off my tits. My breasts bobbed between us, naked and bare.
We put our snorkels in and breathed as Konani's hands found my breasts.
I groaned as her golden-brown hands sank into my flesh. I squirmed, unable to control my futa-cock any longer.
My dick sprouted. My string bikini could not hope to contain it. My dick thrust powerfully from me. The warm water swirled around it, caressing the head. I sucked in deep breath after deep breath as my body trembled.
Konani popped off her snorkel, bent her head down, and sucked my nipple into her mouth.
I groaned around my snorkel as she got the surprise of her life. My creamy milk squirted into my mouth.
Her lips were so soft. Her mouth was warmer than the surrounding water. She suckled, drinking my creamy delight. I squeezed my eyes shut behind my mask. My dick bobbed in the water as I shivered. It was so hot. She couldn't nurse long, but it felt like an eternity of pleasure shooting down my nipples as she tried to drain my tit dry.
Even after her lips popped off, my nipple tingled in the water.
Konani's eyes danced behind her mask as she twisted and played with my nipples, breast milk squirting out and clouding the water before the current wafted it away. Her fingers were so wonderful and deft. I sucked breaths in faster and faster, bubbles constantly flowing out of my mouth and rising between us as I squirmed.
My hand shoved into her bikini bottom and found Ester's playing with the tour guide's cunt. I grinned around my snorkel. My naughty wife had beaten me to her pussy.
Konani writhed between us as Ester and I shoved our fingers into her juicy pussy. It was a different kind of wetness inside her cunt. I loved the heat. Her flesh clenched on us as we fucked our fingers in and out of her depths. Bubbles exploded from her mouth as she shook.
She was such a hot slut.
My thumb found her clit peeking out of her folds. I rubbed the tip. Her squirming brushed her thighs against my cock. My head slid across her silky skin. I ached, my hips humping, rubbing my cock against her.
She hadn't noticed.
Konani was lost to the pleasure our fingers churned in her pussy.
We plunged them in faster and faster. My thumb rubbed harder on her clit. I loved watching her eyes roll and squeeze shut through her mask. Her fingers pinched my nipples so hard as we spun in the water. Her legs kicked and thrashed.
For a moment, our heads broke the surface entirely. Her moans, once muffled by the seawater, sang out. “Oh, god, yes. Oh, that's nice.”
And then we plunged back beneath the waves, the sounds muted, intimate.
I loved the feel of her thighs on my dick. I ached. The sensual caress of the ocean water and the thrill of pleasuring her nubile body shot through me. My pussy clenched as the pressure swelled in my depths.
Konani bucked back into Ester's embrace. My wife con
stantly took off her snorkel to nibble on the Hawaiian's sultry neck. My free hand pushed up Konani's bikini top. Her round breasts spilled out, bobbing in the current, her nipples dark-brown and hard.
I took a deep breath, popped off my snorkel, and leaned down. I sucked hard on the nipple. I nipped it the nub before sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could, my lungs burning. Konani spasmed between us.
Her moans were so loud. I could almost understand her screams. “Yes. Yes. Oh, god.”
The rest was lost to the water. Her pussy spasmed about my fingers. My head spun. I released her nipple and pushed my snorkel back into my mouth to breathe. But I didn't stop fingering her. I kept plunging my finger into her wet warmth, her pussy spasming about it, pressing my digit tight into my wife's. Her juices gushed out warm around us then the current washed away her delight.
She shuddered a final time, her thighs clamping down on my cock. I groaned, my hips thrusting between her. My cock ached. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned around my snorkel, “Aphrodite, yes.”
Bubbles exploded from my mouth as my dick erupted.
My spurts of cum were so powerful. I felt the water's resistance as my dick unleashed my seed. I squirmed and groaned, shuddering with Konani. Our naked breasts pressed together as I held her, our nipples kissing, the pleasure rushing through me.
She squirmed then her eyes widened.
She felt my cock.
Her hand shot down and grasped my dick, following it to my crotch then to where it buried between her thighs. Her legs kicked. The three of us broached the surface of the water. She yanked out her snorkel.
“What the fuck is that between my thighs?”
“My dick,” I grinned at her. “Mmm, and I came so hard fucking your silky thighs.”
Ester giggle. “And here's mine.”
Konani's thighs tightened on my hard dick. She squirmed and looked over my shoulder. “Holy shit. She's growing. Holy shit. That's not possible. I saw your...”
“My cooch?” I asked. “During the safety lecture.”
“Yes. You didn't have a cock then. How can you have one right now?”
“Because we're futas,” I grinned at her.
