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Divers do it Deeper

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by Anonymous I had seen this slogan many times on bumper stickers and it seemed to fit my story. It was my first dive without my instructor. I had taken lessons and had been certified as a novice diver, which meant I knew just enough to be dangerous. Diving, like anything done in an environment that is hostile to humans, requires a lot of practice, and it's important when going on trips to let the divemaster know you're a novice so he or she doesn't put you into a situation you can't handle. My wife and I were enjoying a fabulous trip to the Virgin Islands, and had taken SCUBA lessons so we could enjoy the beauty of the islands from a different perspective. We rented a secluded house for the week, overlooking the ocean. The salty sea breeze blew right into our bedroom through a sliding glass door, which we kept open the whole time. I did my share of nude sunbathing and enjoyed stroking on the deck and by the pool, which also looked right over the ocean. Hot sun, cool water, the beautiful green mountains and blue ocean. Who could resist? As an added bonus, I knew the neighbors could see if they had telescopes, and the idea of being watched was exciting. Usually, I masturbated by the pool when the wife was taking a nap or had gone somewhere, but a couple of times she obliged me with a helping hand. I sat at the edge of the pool while she rested her beautiful breasts on my lap, pushing them against my balls and stroked my 8-incher. She is slightly overweight, but with a great hourglass figure, so her tits are quite large, but they've kept their shape, just a slight sag. Her nipples are dark brown and stand at attention when she's cold or excited. I was in heaven, taking in the scenery all around ... and right in front of me. She can't quite bring me off ... I usually last a long time and she gets tired, so after awhile, I would take matters into my own hands, squeezing just below the glans and jacking slowly up and down, while she tickled my balls and rubbed them with her hard nipples. She went down on me as part of the proceedings, but not for long. I'm over 2 inches in diameter, and her mouth is small.After a half hour of stroking, my butt tightens and she knows I'm about to blow. That's when she takes my sack into the circle of her thumb and forefinger and gives my nuts a firm tug while flicking at them with her tongue or a finger. The result is a mind-shattering orgasm, with jism flying all over the place, hitting me in the face or shoulders. After the cream stops flowing, I keep stroking slowly while she keeps caressing my balls. My whole body shudders with aftershocks for about five minutes. Masturbation is fun as a solo exercise, but with a helper it's incredible. But that's just part of the story. Cary didn't pass her dive certification, so she went along on the first dive trip just to snorkel. The divemaster, Chad, was slightly built but wiry, about 20 years younger than me (I'm 50), and very friendly. He assured me we would not be doing anything too difficult for me, and he was as good as his word. We were in nice, warm, clear water, about 60 feet down, having incredible fun watching an endless variety of sea life and colorful choral. I also couldn't help noticing Chad's assistant, Lisa, a petite woman in her 30s, a pretty face framed by short, light brown hair. She had a well-muscled body, especially the legs, and while most of the female divers wore wet suits, she dived in a bikini that barely concealed her pubis when she spread those strong thighs for a scissor kick. She spent a lot of time swimming on her back so she could point out a colorful fish or choral, and I spent a lot of time swimming just above her to get a good look. Between dives, I confessed to Lisa that I needed more work on bouyancy. One of the difficult parts of diving is to control your bouyancy so you don't sink or rise too fast. A mistake can lead to a lung injury, so it's an important point. To my surprise, Lisa suggested that after the second dive, we drop off the rest of the divers and go for a private lesson. Chad would come along (for safety, someone must be on the boat during a dive), and of course Cary was welcome to snorkel. I couldn't believe my good luck! On the way back out to the dive site, I told Lisa I had noticed she seemed pretty at ease with her body, and confessed to being a bit of a nudist myself. "There's nothing I like better than diving nude," she replied. That was something I hadn't thought about, but when she suggested we try it, I quickly agreed. Chad and Cary were agreeable, so we four spent the whole rest of the trip naked. Lisa and I dropped into the water about 30 feet down, and she demonstrated how she could float at that level, rising a foot or so when she breathed in, and dropping a foot or so when she exhaled. Her pink nipples peaked out from between the straps of her dive vest as she inhaled. Then she did a series of graceful backward loops that opened her legs and exposed her protruding inner lips and gave me a perfect view. I almost forgot to breathe, and of course I had an instant semi. She then motioned for me to try the loops, and her eyes smiled through her face mask as she noticed my rapidly engorging cock. That did it! I sprang to complete attention. Lisa was full of surprises. She suddenly reached out and grabbed hold of my dick and used it to guide me through another loop. You can't imagine how good that felt, with the water current caressing my scrotum and anus and Lisa pulling me around by my member. I completely forgot that Cary would be floating on the surface with her snorkeling gear and could see everything. In fact, I think I forgot my name. Lisa soon worked into a nice rhythm, jacking me then twirling me, twirling me then jacking me. But when she took her regulator out of her mouth and placed those pouty lips on my cock and slowly slid her beautiful mouth up and down my shaft while holding my balls with one hand and rolling our bodies in a slow, weightless spiral, I felt the cream rising and suddenly exploded. Lisa sensed it coming and pulled her mouth away, but kept stroking with her hand. Swallowing would have been a problem while holding her breath, and it was time for her to take a breath. A stream of jism went floating out into the salty water, and I just kept spinning in a loop while she slowly stroked me down from the high. After that, I tried to return the favor by going down on Lisa, but I wasn't experienced enough and choked. That's when it occurred to me to wonder about Cary. We had done a little swinging, so I wasn't too worried, but I wanted to see her face to make sure she wasn't pissed off. I looked up, but didn't see her anywhere. Cary signaled that it was time to surface, so we headed for the boat. I started up the ladder first, poking my head above the surface to see whether an angry face would greet me, but what I did see brought my member to attention once again. But that's another story.

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