naughtylucy
06-10-2008, 09:19 PM
Underwater Tickle: part one (*/f)
By naughtylucy
Robin had been in the water since dawn, and the light was fading. She estimated that she could swim once more to the nearest island and back to the lake shore before sunset. Breast-stroking into deeper water, small waves slapped her skin and the mild underwater current, a colder temperature that the sun-warmed water, teasingly crept under the fabric of her swimsuit. She felt a rush as she dove down and swam as far as she could without taking a breath. Robin knew that once she was back at the shore, rubbing herself with the old rough towel draped over her unlocked car, she would feel the exhaustion and barely have the strength to shower and eat; but for now the weight of the water and the whole day outdoors filled her with adrenaline. It was near the end of summer, and she could still feel weeks of hot sun soaking into her skin.
Robin was surprised by how deep she could dive. Normally her lungs would have been screaming for air by now. The water rushed faster against her skin. She’d always liked the sensation of water rushing through her swimsuit and tickling her pussy as she swam. Bubbles rising from underwater reeds fizzed against her and suddenly the straps of her swimsuit loosened and fell away into the deep, dark lake so quickly that she couldn’t grab them. Still not needing air, Robin swam quickly up to the surface. Dark was creeping in faster than she had anticipated; the pink sun that had been low in the sky before, backed by pink and purple streaks on the clouds, had vanished. Robin spun around in the water, quickly forgetting about her lost swimsuit, looking for the thin strip of sand on the lake shore and the dark pine forest. She saw nothing but water, dark and swirling.
Robin tempered her breath to keep from panicking. Nobody knew where she was, and there was no one on the lake shore to notice her swimming out. She was suddenly very conscious of being naked, and decided to dive down to find the swimsuit that had been pinched away from her body by the current. She forced the air from her lungs and dove, opening her eyes when she felt near to the lake floor. Normally at this depth she would expect to feel slimy water weeds tickling her skin, but when she opened her eyes she saw that the floor was sandy, and covered by nothing more than a few pebbles. Her swimsuit was nowhere.
Robin saw a light above her, glowing at the water’s surface. Not caring any more about being rescued naked, she kicked her legs fast toward the light of what she assumed was a boat sent out to look for her. But there was something odd about the light, it seemed too natural, too evenly dispersed.
Robin reached the surface and looked around, not gasping for breath at all after such a long time under water. There was no boat. Instead of growing darkness on a lake in the pine forest, Robin found herself in bright daylight, in what seemed to be a warm ocean. She could taste salt on her lips. The ocean swells lifted her high up and then down again.
Before she had time to be frightened by the supernatural change of environment, Robin screamed as she felt something warm slide between her naked legs, and then away. She decided it would be better to see what was about to eat her, so steeled herself and dove open-eyed into the warm water. She gasped in surprise as she saw a group of dolphins moving smoothly through the water. Robin experimentally inhaled, realising that she could breathe under water. She was so fascinated with her new ability, something she’d vainly wished for as long as she could remember, that she didn’t notice when one of the dolphins swam behind her and nudged her bottom with it’s smooth, slippery nose, tickling the sensitive skin. She jumped at the sudden sensation of the wild animal moving on her naked skin, overly-sensitised by the fright she’d just had, still feeling alone and vulnerable. Another dolphin swam in front of her and looked at her, a friendly gleam in it’s eye. Robin was sure that the dolphin winked at her; before she could dismiss this, the dolphin slowly, curiously rubbed it’s nose along her side while the other dolphin nudged her bottom and thighs. Robin squirmed and giggled in the warm water, slightly disconcerted by the warmth growing in her at the sensation of the two dolphins toying with her flesh, and the rush of warm water on her exposed labia while she swam in place.
Another dolphin swam behind her and licked her spine with a silky tongue. The dolphins cackled and two more swam near. Robin was under water, her hair floating around her like water weeds. Two dolphins swam beside her and held her tightly between them, while the other three wiggled their strangely serpent-like tongues at her playfully. Robin got the impression that they were teasing her. Her breasts floated weightless in the water, nipples now hardening as one dolphin slithered it’s tongue underneath her breasts, not touching her darkening nipples, teasing the tender skin where her breasts met her ribs. She squealed and giggled, arching her back to get away from the tickly slithering tongue on her back, then pulling away to escape the tickling tongue on her terribly sensitive breasts.
Robin unconsciously arched her back more deeply as another dolphin slid a tongue over the bit of skin where her thighs met her bottom, making her giggle and kick her legs. The water seemed to be rushing faster against her labia and clit, still untouched by the playful dolphins. Robin realised that this was because the two creatures holding her at either side were moving her through the water, while the other two teased her with their tongues. One swam underneath and nudged Robin gently along by pushing it’s long nose between her legs. Robin was desperate now from the licking and teasing to feel some pressure on her swelling pussy, and tried to surreptitiously rub herself against the dolphin’s nose while kicking through the water with her legs.
They reached shallow water where Robin could feel soft sand between her toes. The dolphins on either side let her swim up to the surface, where she saw a strange island. Not at all like the lake islands in the pine forest she had just left, this one had a long, low sandy beach and a thick tropical jungle behind it. Although the place seemed deserted, Robin had the feeling that she was being watched from not so deep in the jungle.
Suddenly one of the dolphins wriggled it’s tongue directly into her hot pussy. Robin shrieked and bucked from the sudden thrill, still aroused from the dolphins teasing. She was propelled closer to the shore, until she was lying on the sand with her head on the beach, and only her flushed face and swollen breasts poking out of the water. The sun was hot and warmed her nipples, sore from being engorged for so long.
Robin was so exhausted that she lay unmoving for a while, her arousal diminishing as she convinced herself that she imagined the way the dolphins manipulated and tickled her. They slumbered around her in the shallow water, chattering to each other in dolphin talk. Suddenly she felt a different sensation, like sand swirling around her. This changed to gentle nibbling, all over her body; knees, wrists, ankles, toes, the desperately sensitive spot behind her ears. It tickled almost unbearably; Robin wriggled and tried to squirm away, her head thrown back in helpless laughter now, but was held in place by the tiny nibbling mouths.
She glanced down and saw dozens of sea horses just under the surface of the clear water, exploring her flesh. Six sea horses slid along her belly, making her squirm and giggle helplessly, and licked the undersides of her breasts with tiny warm tongues. One attached it’s mouth to the tender part of her neck, just above her collarbone and sucked gently, nibbling with it’s lips, letting the sensation pass before kissing her neck millimetres away, sending thrilling shudders through her whole body. Another floated beside her ear and she felt bubbles coming from it’s gills, then it’s little tongue slowly licking inside her ear, making her shriek with nearly unbearable pleasure.
Robin felt a menacing tug, and looked up just in time to see dark green water weeds wrapping themselves around her wrists and ankles. The reeds were anchored in the sand and seemed to be alive, and as Robin was pulled into a vulnerable spread-eagled position she felt three sea horses swim into the wide open space between her bound legs. They slithered their tiny tongues along her smooth inner thighs, making her squeal. Robin could feel her own moisture mingling in the sea water. While two sea horses tickled her thighs, the other were still moving all over her body, licking her most sensitive spots. The sun shone on her still untouched nipples, and she again had the strong feeling, amidst the confused excitement of her mind, that she was being watched from inside the jungle.
Robin shrieked as she felt a tiny seahorse tongue slither around her sensitive belly button. It lingered around the outer edge, much smaller and somehow much more tickly than a human tongue. Immobilised by the water weeds, Robin started to panic, as the tiny seahorse tongue delved deeply into her belly button. The ticking sensations were unbearable and drew frantic screams and useless begging from her mouth.
Robin arched her back violently as two sea horses began nuzzling the outer edges of her labia. As she floated a few centimetres over the sea floor, six more sea horses swarmed underneath her and began to slowly stroke her in a languorous line from the back of her neck, down her spine. The feeling at once tickled and calmed her. Her usual stress dissipated deep inside while her animal senses intensified. Just as her nerves became used to the line they drew down her back, they would draw six quick lines that reached from the base of her skull down to her perineum, making her struggle against her weedy bonds without really wanting to escape. More sea horses slithered their tiny tongues from her wrists, along her inner arms, making her shiver despite the warm water and sun. the seahorse tongue never left her belly button, and the spine tickling had the strange effect of increasing her ticklishness and also opening up her senses, so that each tickling touch reached a strange place in her mind that had never been toyed with before.
Robin felt desperately vulnerable, ankles tied to the sea floor and legs held wide apart, as the two seahorses continued to nuzzle her outer labia. They seemed to like the taste of the wetness they found seeping from her pussy, and gently nudged her labia apart to find the tender inner flesh. As they opened her, Robin felt the water stir from the increased movement of dolphins, who began to splash their fins. Her back was still arched, stroked underneath by the sea horses, but now the water lapped slowly over her breasts, shocking her aching nipples, still untouched except by water and sun. The sand began to stir as well. It was as though the sand was intelligent, brushing her wildly sensitive skin with finer grains than any sand she had felt before.
Another sea horse swam and hovered just outside her pussy. Robin, screaming with laughter, alert to every motion in the water, felt bubbles from it‘s gills on her erect clit while it seemed to study her. Suddenly she felt a spray of more concentrated sea water; the sea horse was somehow squirting a tiny jet of water methodically on her genitals, teasing the edge of her ass, perineum, inside her pussy, making her buck against the sensation.
Robin felt a shock like electricity go through her body as the water jet suddenly increased and concentrated on the underside of her clit. At the same time, two of the dolphins drifted over and each licked her tight nipples. The electric line between her nipples and clit was almost visible under her skin. At the same time, the other sea horses slowed all their attentions to the rest of her naked, vulnerable skin. They stroked her spine in one slow motion, moved away from her breasts while the dolphins stimulated the whole area, moving from nipples to the surrounding flesh and back again. The seahorse slowed it’s belly button licking, reducing her shrieks to giggles. The jet of water moved slowly from the underside of her clit, around in a clockwise, teasing motion, to point directly at the hardest, most sensitive tip.
The reeds binding her ankles and wrists suddenly grew longer. Robin watched, helpless, as one of the vines snaked up her convulsing leg and flickered inside her pussy, teasing her g-spot. The vine holding her left wrist slithered maddeningly down her spine and continued to stroke in a slow line, while the sea horses all swam to her thighs and pussy. The vine holding her right wrist wrapped itself loosely around her breasts and tickled the undersides, while the dolphins continued to lick and suck her nipples.
All the sea horses attached themselves to the wildly sensitive skin of her inner thighs and labia, licking with their tiny, slightly rough tongues. They kept her on the edge, decreasing their movements when she was about to cum, speeding up when she calmed down. After endless time Robin was begging to be allowed to cum amidst her helpless giggles, tugging at her wrist bonds, desperate to fuck herself, nearly weeping with frustration. She arched her back further until her head was upside down, dark hair dragging in the sand, looking into the forest. A flash between two trees appeared, as if the sun has caught the eyes of a voyeur. She suddenly felt even more vulnerable, tied to the sea floor with vines, observed by something unknown.
The sea creatures suddenly increased tempo. One sea horse took her clit into it’s whole soft mouth and sucked gently, flicking it’s tongue in a circular motion while the sinister vine wriggled inside her pussy. The tickling of her spine quickened, the vine seeming to grow a furry outer layer. The vine holding her other ankle crawled up her other thigh and slid into her ass, pulsing inside and twisting slightly, drawing a ragged gasp of surprise from her throat. The vine teasing the underside of her breasts tightened, holding each breast firm, growing the same furry layer as the one at her spine and rubbing her outer breasts, while the tip of the vine teased her erect nipples. The vines wrapped around her legs let her ankles loose to kick in the warm water but tightened around her thighs, pulling her legs firmly up and apart, drawing her clit closer to her g-spot and increasing her vulnerability to the tickling vines, sea horse tongues and splashing sea water.
The vines suddenly tugged her slightly further away from the beach, so that her whole body was submerged, leaving only the ends of her hair floating on the surface. Robin panicked for a moment but then remembered her new ability to breathe under water.
Robin felt the orgasm building inside of her, and bursting in a scream that rattled the trees behind her. Her whole body bucked and jerked in it’s bondage while her vision blurred and turned to flashes of bright colour. She shouted incoherent strings of words. The sea horse released her clit as she came down, cackling uncontrollably now that the first orgasm made her more sensitive to the vines and sea horses that were still tickling her helpless flesh. The vines inside her pussy and ass grew suddenly, swelling and throbbing, fucking her deeper and more vigorously, forcing a second orgasm.
The vines retracted and the sea horses swam away, leaving Robin exhausted in the shallow water. She let the sea water soothe her aching pussy and tingling skin for a while, then felt a dolphin nudging her. She used her last bit of strength to drag herself naked from the water, curl up on the beach, cover herself in dried palm branches that were lying nearby, and fall asleep.
It was night when Robin woke up, but she was still warm. She had the feeling that she had slept through a whole night and day. As she blinked, she saw an orange glow spreading over her skin, now uncovered by the palm branches. She blinked some more and sat up, realising that the orange glow and the warmth were coming from a fire that had been built a few metres away from her.
To be continued…
By naughtylucy
Robin had been in the water since dawn, and the light was fading. She estimated that she could swim once more to the nearest island and back to the lake shore before sunset. Breast-stroking into deeper water, small waves slapped her skin and the mild underwater current, a colder temperature that the sun-warmed water, teasingly crept under the fabric of her swimsuit. She felt a rush as she dove down and swam as far as she could without taking a breath. Robin knew that once she was back at the shore, rubbing herself with the old rough towel draped over her unlocked car, she would feel the exhaustion and barely have the strength to shower and eat; but for now the weight of the water and the whole day outdoors filled her with adrenaline. It was near the end of summer, and she could still feel weeks of hot sun soaking into her skin.
Robin was surprised by how deep she could dive. Normally her lungs would have been screaming for air by now. The water rushed faster against her skin. She’d always liked the sensation of water rushing through her swimsuit and tickling her pussy as she swam. Bubbles rising from underwater reeds fizzed against her and suddenly the straps of her swimsuit loosened and fell away into the deep, dark lake so quickly that she couldn’t grab them. Still not needing air, Robin swam quickly up to the surface. Dark was creeping in faster than she had anticipated; the pink sun that had been low in the sky before, backed by pink and purple streaks on the clouds, had vanished. Robin spun around in the water, quickly forgetting about her lost swimsuit, looking for the thin strip of sand on the lake shore and the dark pine forest. She saw nothing but water, dark and swirling.
Robin tempered her breath to keep from panicking. Nobody knew where she was, and there was no one on the lake shore to notice her swimming out. She was suddenly very conscious of being naked, and decided to dive down to find the swimsuit that had been pinched away from her body by the current. She forced the air from her lungs and dove, opening her eyes when she felt near to the lake floor. Normally at this depth she would expect to feel slimy water weeds tickling her skin, but when she opened her eyes she saw that the floor was sandy, and covered by nothing more than a few pebbles. Her swimsuit was nowhere.
Robin saw a light above her, glowing at the water’s surface. Not caring any more about being rescued naked, she kicked her legs fast toward the light of what she assumed was a boat sent out to look for her. But there was something odd about the light, it seemed too natural, too evenly dispersed.
Robin reached the surface and looked around, not gasping for breath at all after such a long time under water. There was no boat. Instead of growing darkness on a lake in the pine forest, Robin found herself in bright daylight, in what seemed to be a warm ocean. She could taste salt on her lips. The ocean swells lifted her high up and then down again.
Before she had time to be frightened by the supernatural change of environment, Robin screamed as she felt something warm slide between her naked legs, and then away. She decided it would be better to see what was about to eat her, so steeled herself and dove open-eyed into the warm water. She gasped in surprise as she saw a group of dolphins moving smoothly through the water. Robin experimentally inhaled, realising that she could breathe under water. She was so fascinated with her new ability, something she’d vainly wished for as long as she could remember, that she didn’t notice when one of the dolphins swam behind her and nudged her bottom with it’s smooth, slippery nose, tickling the sensitive skin. She jumped at the sudden sensation of the wild animal moving on her naked skin, overly-sensitised by the fright she’d just had, still feeling alone and vulnerable. Another dolphin swam in front of her and looked at her, a friendly gleam in it’s eye. Robin was sure that the dolphin winked at her; before she could dismiss this, the dolphin slowly, curiously rubbed it’s nose along her side while the other dolphin nudged her bottom and thighs. Robin squirmed and giggled in the warm water, slightly disconcerted by the warmth growing in her at the sensation of the two dolphins toying with her flesh, and the rush of warm water on her exposed labia while she swam in place.
Another dolphin swam behind her and licked her spine with a silky tongue. The dolphins cackled and two more swam near. Robin was under water, her hair floating around her like water weeds. Two dolphins swam beside her and held her tightly between them, while the other three wiggled their strangely serpent-like tongues at her playfully. Robin got the impression that they were teasing her. Her breasts floated weightless in the water, nipples now hardening as one dolphin slithered it’s tongue underneath her breasts, not touching her darkening nipples, teasing the tender skin where her breasts met her ribs. She squealed and giggled, arching her back to get away from the tickly slithering tongue on her back, then pulling away to escape the tickling tongue on her terribly sensitive breasts.
Robin unconsciously arched her back more deeply as another dolphin slid a tongue over the bit of skin where her thighs met her bottom, making her giggle and kick her legs. The water seemed to be rushing faster against her labia and clit, still untouched by the playful dolphins. Robin realised that this was because the two creatures holding her at either side were moving her through the water, while the other two teased her with their tongues. One swam underneath and nudged Robin gently along by pushing it’s long nose between her legs. Robin was desperate now from the licking and teasing to feel some pressure on her swelling pussy, and tried to surreptitiously rub herself against the dolphin’s nose while kicking through the water with her legs.
They reached shallow water where Robin could feel soft sand between her toes. The dolphins on either side let her swim up to the surface, where she saw a strange island. Not at all like the lake islands in the pine forest she had just left, this one had a long, low sandy beach and a thick tropical jungle behind it. Although the place seemed deserted, Robin had the feeling that she was being watched from not so deep in the jungle.
Suddenly one of the dolphins wriggled it’s tongue directly into her hot pussy. Robin shrieked and bucked from the sudden thrill, still aroused from the dolphins teasing. She was propelled closer to the shore, until she was lying on the sand with her head on the beach, and only her flushed face and swollen breasts poking out of the water. The sun was hot and warmed her nipples, sore from being engorged for so long.
Robin was so exhausted that she lay unmoving for a while, her arousal diminishing as she convinced herself that she imagined the way the dolphins manipulated and tickled her. They slumbered around her in the shallow water, chattering to each other in dolphin talk. Suddenly she felt a different sensation, like sand swirling around her. This changed to gentle nibbling, all over her body; knees, wrists, ankles, toes, the desperately sensitive spot behind her ears. It tickled almost unbearably; Robin wriggled and tried to squirm away, her head thrown back in helpless laughter now, but was held in place by the tiny nibbling mouths.
She glanced down and saw dozens of sea horses just under the surface of the clear water, exploring her flesh. Six sea horses slid along her belly, making her squirm and giggle helplessly, and licked the undersides of her breasts with tiny warm tongues. One attached it’s mouth to the tender part of her neck, just above her collarbone and sucked gently, nibbling with it’s lips, letting the sensation pass before kissing her neck millimetres away, sending thrilling shudders through her whole body. Another floated beside her ear and she felt bubbles coming from it’s gills, then it’s little tongue slowly licking inside her ear, making her shriek with nearly unbearable pleasure.
Robin felt a menacing tug, and looked up just in time to see dark green water weeds wrapping themselves around her wrists and ankles. The reeds were anchored in the sand and seemed to be alive, and as Robin was pulled into a vulnerable spread-eagled position she felt three sea horses swim into the wide open space between her bound legs. They slithered their tiny tongues along her smooth inner thighs, making her squeal. Robin could feel her own moisture mingling in the sea water. While two sea horses tickled her thighs, the other were still moving all over her body, licking her most sensitive spots. The sun shone on her still untouched nipples, and she again had the strong feeling, amidst the confused excitement of her mind, that she was being watched from inside the jungle.
Robin shrieked as she felt a tiny seahorse tongue slither around her sensitive belly button. It lingered around the outer edge, much smaller and somehow much more tickly than a human tongue. Immobilised by the water weeds, Robin started to panic, as the tiny seahorse tongue delved deeply into her belly button. The ticking sensations were unbearable and drew frantic screams and useless begging from her mouth.
Robin arched her back violently as two sea horses began nuzzling the outer edges of her labia. As she floated a few centimetres over the sea floor, six more sea horses swarmed underneath her and began to slowly stroke her in a languorous line from the back of her neck, down her spine. The feeling at once tickled and calmed her. Her usual stress dissipated deep inside while her animal senses intensified. Just as her nerves became used to the line they drew down her back, they would draw six quick lines that reached from the base of her skull down to her perineum, making her struggle against her weedy bonds without really wanting to escape. More sea horses slithered their tiny tongues from her wrists, along her inner arms, making her shiver despite the warm water and sun. the seahorse tongue never left her belly button, and the spine tickling had the strange effect of increasing her ticklishness and also opening up her senses, so that each tickling touch reached a strange place in her mind that had never been toyed with before.
Robin felt desperately vulnerable, ankles tied to the sea floor and legs held wide apart, as the two seahorses continued to nuzzle her outer labia. They seemed to like the taste of the wetness they found seeping from her pussy, and gently nudged her labia apart to find the tender inner flesh. As they opened her, Robin felt the water stir from the increased movement of dolphins, who began to splash their fins. Her back was still arched, stroked underneath by the sea horses, but now the water lapped slowly over her breasts, shocking her aching nipples, still untouched except by water and sun. The sand began to stir as well. It was as though the sand was intelligent, brushing her wildly sensitive skin with finer grains than any sand she had felt before.
Another sea horse swam and hovered just outside her pussy. Robin, screaming with laughter, alert to every motion in the water, felt bubbles from it‘s gills on her erect clit while it seemed to study her. Suddenly she felt a spray of more concentrated sea water; the sea horse was somehow squirting a tiny jet of water methodically on her genitals, teasing the edge of her ass, perineum, inside her pussy, making her buck against the sensation.
Robin felt a shock like electricity go through her body as the water jet suddenly increased and concentrated on the underside of her clit. At the same time, two of the dolphins drifted over and each licked her tight nipples. The electric line between her nipples and clit was almost visible under her skin. At the same time, the other sea horses slowed all their attentions to the rest of her naked, vulnerable skin. They stroked her spine in one slow motion, moved away from her breasts while the dolphins stimulated the whole area, moving from nipples to the surrounding flesh and back again. The seahorse slowed it’s belly button licking, reducing her shrieks to giggles. The jet of water moved slowly from the underside of her clit, around in a clockwise, teasing motion, to point directly at the hardest, most sensitive tip.
The reeds binding her ankles and wrists suddenly grew longer. Robin watched, helpless, as one of the vines snaked up her convulsing leg and flickered inside her pussy, teasing her g-spot. The vine holding her left wrist slithered maddeningly down her spine and continued to stroke in a slow line, while the sea horses all swam to her thighs and pussy. The vine holding her right wrist wrapped itself loosely around her breasts and tickled the undersides, while the dolphins continued to lick and suck her nipples.
All the sea horses attached themselves to the wildly sensitive skin of her inner thighs and labia, licking with their tiny, slightly rough tongues. They kept her on the edge, decreasing their movements when she was about to cum, speeding up when she calmed down. After endless time Robin was begging to be allowed to cum amidst her helpless giggles, tugging at her wrist bonds, desperate to fuck herself, nearly weeping with frustration. She arched her back further until her head was upside down, dark hair dragging in the sand, looking into the forest. A flash between two trees appeared, as if the sun has caught the eyes of a voyeur. She suddenly felt even more vulnerable, tied to the sea floor with vines, observed by something unknown.
The sea creatures suddenly increased tempo. One sea horse took her clit into it’s whole soft mouth and sucked gently, flicking it’s tongue in a circular motion while the sinister vine wriggled inside her pussy. The tickling of her spine quickened, the vine seeming to grow a furry outer layer. The vine holding her other ankle crawled up her other thigh and slid into her ass, pulsing inside and twisting slightly, drawing a ragged gasp of surprise from her throat. The vine teasing the underside of her breasts tightened, holding each breast firm, growing the same furry layer as the one at her spine and rubbing her outer breasts, while the tip of the vine teased her erect nipples. The vines wrapped around her legs let her ankles loose to kick in the warm water but tightened around her thighs, pulling her legs firmly up and apart, drawing her clit closer to her g-spot and increasing her vulnerability to the tickling vines, sea horse tongues and splashing sea water.
The vines suddenly tugged her slightly further away from the beach, so that her whole body was submerged, leaving only the ends of her hair floating on the surface. Robin panicked for a moment but then remembered her new ability to breathe under water.
Robin felt the orgasm building inside of her, and bursting in a scream that rattled the trees behind her. Her whole body bucked and jerked in it’s bondage while her vision blurred and turned to flashes of bright colour. She shouted incoherent strings of words. The sea horse released her clit as she came down, cackling uncontrollably now that the first orgasm made her more sensitive to the vines and sea horses that were still tickling her helpless flesh. The vines inside her pussy and ass grew suddenly, swelling and throbbing, fucking her deeper and more vigorously, forcing a second orgasm.
The vines retracted and the sea horses swam away, leaving Robin exhausted in the shallow water. She let the sea water soothe her aching pussy and tingling skin for a while, then felt a dolphin nudging her. She used her last bit of strength to drag herself naked from the water, curl up on the beach, cover herself in dried palm branches that were lying nearby, and fall asleep.
It was night when Robin woke up, but she was still warm. She had the feeling that she had slept through a whole night and day. As she blinked, she saw an orange glow spreading over her skin, now uncovered by the palm branches. She blinked some more and sat up, realising that the orange glow and the warmth were coming from a fire that had been built a few metres away from her.
To be continued…