Erotica | Nudity | Scuba Diving
Underwater Boobs & Sperm Party! Scuba Sex Graduation.
Brooke organizes her own scuba diving certification graduation party underwater. Wetsuits & bathing suits are forbidden.
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
Fiction. This is a new episode in the series of erotica short stories about Brooke, a woman who discovers the joy of public nudity and the beauty of scuba diving during a one-week vacation under tropical skies. And she’s adding a few additional skills to her open water diver course!
I got out of bed full of energy.
First, Adam had just woken me up with his head between my legs and his tongue on my clit after a peaceful night in his arms. Something about Adam’s presence made me feel safe and alive. Of course, his strong arms and his skillful tongue helped.
Second, I was to complete my open-water scuba diver certification course that morning. Then, I was planning to experiment with scuba sex in the afternoon with one of the five divers who volunteered to help me when I asked for somebody to bang me underwater. I’ll have to pick one, and that will be fun too! I told them to be creative in convincing me that their cock was the one I would want with me underwater.
I wore the same muscle tank top I had the day before after stealing it from Jim’s suitcase. I so rarely kept that piece of clothing on my body that it was clean enough for another day in paradise. And I had discovered how much side boobs were a turn-on for men, which was turning me on too!
After stepping foot on the dive boat for the morning outing with my dive instructor Jim and the same group of divers we had been paired with all week, I removed my tank top and felt at home, naked, on a dive boat full of men.
The older man in the group of five candidates for sex underwater came to see me immediately. He kissed my hand while saying, “good morning,” and offered me a box of jewelry. In it, there were a few pieces of scuba-inspired pewter jewelry. I put them all on. The earrings were seahorses. The necklace was a female scuba diver — it was pretty obvious with her oversized boobs! I assumed a guy had designed it! There were also three finger rings in the box. I played with them until I found the correct finger for each one. One was a red and white dive flag. Another was a shark mouth designed as if the shark was eating my finger. And the last one was a stack tornado ring that fit my thumb.
“You’re like a tornado on this boat,” he said.
I frowned, and he added: “A good one! A sexy tornado!”
I hugged him, pressing my naked tits against his bare chest. I could feel his cock stiffening inside his swim trunks. That old man didn’t need viagra, or he had taken some in the morning. I didn’t know!
He then pointed to me one more piece of jewelry left in the box. It was a slave ankle chain. As I was putting it on my right ankle with my boobs dangling down, he said it was his favorite piece because it was drawing attention to my sexy feet. I was naked head to toe in front of him, but he enjoyed my feet the most. Go figure!
That old man was most likely the winner for my afternoon underwater sex graduation party, but I still had to wait and see if any of the other guys had the guts to pursue their desire to penetrate me. And sure enough, one of the younger ones came right after the old man left. He removed the regulator Jim had set on my scuba cylinder and put another one on. I knew nothing about regulators except that the new one was significantly shinier.
“You’ll breathe so much better with this one. That rental reg is a piece of shit. It would probably not give you enough air if you get an orgasm underwater. You’ll want this one. You’ll see when you dive with it this morning!”
That was all news to me. I thought that a regulator was a regulator but, then, I supposed it was like vibrators or men. They are not all equal!
We did another long series of boring skills in the morning’s first dive. I had a hard time understanding why they imposed that regiment on people wanting to scuba dive. I probably would have given up if I weren’t enjoying my exhibitionist games on the dive boat. I had better things to do on vacation than removing and replacing my dive mask a hundred times!
“You, bastard!” I told Jim after the dive. “This regulator breathes so much better. I had to suck the air out of the other one!”
The young man who had given me the high-performance reg for my morning dive heard and smiled. I thanked him with a long, dripping-wet hug.
While we were on our surface interval, I noticed something different. I was more comfortable than ever, frolicking around the boat in the nude, and I was attracting much less attention. The men on the dive boat were talking to me and glancing at me just like they did with any other diver aboard.
That realization made me think that nudity is provocative at first simply because we are used to hiding, but when my boobs and pussy had been out in the open for a few days, there was nothing special about being nude — for them or me.
“Your tan lines are all gone,” Adam said. That pleased me. Adam was making me feel fabulous just by being there.
And then I realized how further weird my nudity had been all week because I didn’t wear makeup, and my hair was always either a mess or wet. In a typical social situation, I would have been cast as a weirdo, but being raw on this dive boat was beautiful to these men’s eyes. I was really enjoying hanging out with scuba divers.
After the second dive of the morning, which was the fourth one in my open water diver course, Jim declared me a certified diver. I did a little dance because I was happy and because it entertained the guys on the dive boat.
“You’re a natural, Brooke!” Jim said. “You should consider becoming a dive instructor.”
Now, that was an idea almost as exciting as an orgasm! I didn’t have a job waiting for me at home. But I put this idea on the back burner for the moment because I had to organize my afternoon underwater graduation party.
Three of the five candidates willing to bang me underwater had done absolutely nothing. Losers! But the other two did great, both of them. So I talked to them and convinced each one of them to share me with the other guy! I wanted to experiment with sex underwater. I wasn’t expecting it to be great sex; I just wanted to have a penis inside of me, in scuba gear. So why not a threesome to make it kinkier?
Jim warned me that it could be dangerous if I held my breath. Rule number one in scuba diving is to never, ever hold your breath for numerous reasons too long to explain here. He also pointed out that I would be scuba diving without a wetsuit (duh!), which meant that our buoyancy would be different, and we would need to reduce the amount of lead weight to carry.
My kinky and simple idea was getting complicated. But I found a solution! I asked Jim to supervise the event to ensure safety. He wasn’t keen on the idea, but I convinced him it would be better if his latest scuba diving student didn’t kill herself during her first dive after certification!
At the dock, my two chosen cocks, Jim, and I kept our dive gear with us and walked back to our condo. Jim insisted that shore diving would be better for this adventure, and I didn’t ask why.
We set ourselves up on the beach with no wetsuit. Jim removed a few pounds off my weight belt and suggested weight reduction for my two buddies. Already, I had fun. I had been naked all week on the dive boat but always worn a wetsuit underwater. Now I was wearing my scuba gear in the nude. The belt was a bit harsh on my skin, but I was determined to experiment with scuba sex.
After walking through the break zone, we dove in and swam until we were in about 20 feet of water. It was funny to see my two buddies’ dicks dangling down as they swam in front of me.
Jim identified an area of sand he suggested we use. There was no coral reef around that spot, which was probably better for the dangling cocks! I had no idea how to do scuba sex, so I started by going on my four and signaling toward my ass. I assumed one of the accompanying penises could take me from behind. But nothing was happening, and then, I realized why.
Men’s sex organs shrink in water colder than the human body. They were both having difficulties getting an erection strong enough to penetrate me. I laughed in my regulator, and that, of course, didn’t help them — poor men and their egos!
I went to suck on the young man’s cock, thinking it should be easier to get him hard with my mouth and tongue. It was more complicated than oral sex on land because I needed a regulator in my mouth to breathe underwater. Therefore, I had to alternate between breathing and giving head. Otherwise, his cock being in salt water, I was sucking on a salty sausage.
It worked! And I went back on all fours so that he could penetrate my pussy from behind. I signaled the old man to come in front of me so I could suck on his shaft. And there I was! Not only was I having scuba sex, but I was getting double penetration underwater. That was something I would certainly still remember in a rocking chair in an old-age retirement house one day.
Once the young man got a good rhythm in pouncing my pussy, he didn’t last long like it often happens with younger men. I felt his juice pushing inside of me as he unloaded his balls. It was a damn good thing I had also brought the old man with me. His cock was still hard in my mouth.
I flipped myself around, put my arms around his neck, and lowered myself onto his cock. It was a neat position. When you try that on land, the man has to be strong to hold you, and you need to push yourself to go up and down his cock. But underwater, he had nothing to hold as we were both neutrally buoyant. I could see in his eyes that he had made the same realization as I did.
Pushing the neutral buoyancy thing further, I let go of him, using the wall of my pussy to hold on to his penis. I ended up floating on my back at his cock’s level while he was standing up. That’s a position you couldn’t do at all on land! I wondered how many more sex positions I could invent underwater when I got distracted by another phenomenon. My boobs floated!
When I am on my back in bed, my boobs squish themselves down because of gravity. It makes them look smaller. I believe that’s one of the reasons why men like banging us from behind. Our boobs appear bigger when dangling down. Well, on my back, underwater, my boobs floated and looked pretty damn big! They also moved like a wave as the old man pushed me on and off his cock. I pointed them to the old man, and I think he enjoyed it because he started moving in and out faster, which made my boobs create more waves.
I then remembered that Jim was with us. I had forgotten about him. I pointed my boobs to him, which gave me a different kind of sensation. Jim was watching me bouncing around underwater with another man’s cock inside of me, but he knew it was his cock that I wanted. If only he would have jumped in and banged me too. I didn’t understand that man at all!
In any case, it was somewhat funny that I was more entertained by my floating boobs than by having sex! Eventually, the old man came, and I made another discovery—sperm sinks. You learn something new every day!
They both ejaculated, but I didn’t even get close to an orgasm. I was excited by the various elements of the experimentation going on, though. I had a good time!
Once we were back on the beach, I invited my two underwater sex partners for dinner with the rest of the gang. Jim was okay with that. Although it was right next door, I still hadn’t gone back to my condo! I didn't want to see my boyfriend anymore — ex-boyfriend, really. And I had too much fun with Jim and his dive buddies.
At the condo, I did the same as the night before. I cooked and served the male creatures while in my birthday suit. The only difference is that there were six pairs of eyes on my skin, tits, pussy, and ass instead of four.
After dinner, as we were relaxing on the porch, I made another observation regarding Jim.
“Everybody here had sex with me this week. Oh! Right! Not everybody. There’s that one party pooper!”
But Jim didn’t react.
I had only one more day of vacation before flying home on Saturday. I was so glad I was not sharing an apartment with my ex-boyfriend at home. I could simply forget about him.
My dive instructor told me that we were not allowed to go scuba diving for the last 24 hours before taking a flight. So, what was I to do with my last day on this tropical island? Over the course of one week, I discovered scuba and got an entire open water diver certification course. I showed my naked body to probably more than half the tourists at the resort. I had sex with the six men attending the dinner that evening, except Jim, but that seemed like a lost cause.
“So, what else is there to do on this island?” I asked. “What were you guys planning for tomorrow? Are you all leaving Saturday, too?”
Just like on the dive boat, my nudity appeared to be normal for everybody, me included. I was sitting there, tits and pussy exposed, among 6 men wearing swim drunks to hide their toys and we were just chatting as if there was nothing to it.
Reconnect with Brooke a couple of years later after she became a scuba diving instructor herself:
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