Day 26: Sea Slime/Anal

Day 26: Sea Slime/Cum Inflation and Anal. Fetishes include diving, anal sex, cum inflation, and exhibitionism.

 

The air tank was heavy. That was part of the point, it was meant to decrease buoyancy, so that the person wearing it could sink deeper than otherwise. As the young diver swam through the reef, goggles covering his eyes, fins over his feet, the tank on his bank, he barely noticed the weight, except as an occasional drag on his shoulders when he sped up. This part of the reef was shallow, covered with a combination of coral and monster girls. Some of them waved to him, smiling sweetly, invitingly, but he ignored them. He wasn't down here for anything like that. Besides, he had always been fearful of the aquatic monsters. They were lovely, but so were sirens. He admitted that he was afraid he might be drowned, held down while his air tank ran out. Authorities said that there were absolutely no records of any such murders, but paranoia is seldom so easily dismissed.

 

He twirled past a large, open hole in the colorful coral. Within, a pair of bright yellow eyes stared at him. A woman's body slid out, connected to the long, sinuous green eel body. A Moray. She ran her hands across slick, slippery looking breasts, and blew him a kiss. His pants grew a bit tighter, but he swam back a bit. She gave him a sad pout, and withdrew back into her crevice, sliding back, her yellow eyes glowing, peering at him, rather sadly.

 

There was a thump, as something struck his back. He went still, as the creature swam around to his front. It was a shark mermaid. Her eyes were slit like a cat's, and she had a broad nose. Her skin was pale gray, and she was beautiful. Her nostrils flared, and she swam around him to his groin, her face pressing against him. She took a few deep sniffs, and then swam back up to face him, moving in slow circles in front of him. She reached down to her groin, and spread the lips of her womanhood, tilting her head, as though inviting him in. He shook his head, holding up his hands, and she sneered, shaking her breasts appealingly. He continued to shake his head, and she shrugged, swimming off. He let out a sigh of relief, bubbles rising slowly to the surface. White-tips weren't as aggressive as many other sharks, but you could never tell with a mermaid.

 

He kept swimming, dipping a bit lower. Beams of sunlight drifted down into the water, illuminating it gloriously. He let his eyes drift across the scenery, admiriing his surroundings. Then he looked down. An anemone girl danced and twirled beneath him, only a few feet away. She reached out for him, and he swam up, out of reach. They weren't harmful, but their paralytic poisons could keep a man wrapped up for quite some time. It wouldn't kill you, but his recurring fears returned to him.

 

Then, he felt the sting. It wasn't quite painful; More of a pinch than anything else. His body went stiff, his muscles reacting slowly, reluctantly. The sting had been in the center of his back. It didn't seem to be impacting his breathing, for which he thanked god. As the tendrils slowly wrapped around him, pulling him upwards, his mind raced. They gently rolled him over until he faced upwards, drawing him towards the surface. There, a Portugese Lady of War was waiting, a broad smile on her face. Tendrils hung down from her skirt, her legs dangling between the skirt of jelly. Her body was transparent, with a bright blue tinge, while her tentacles were long, slender, and similarly bright blue. She drew him upwards towards her body, until his hips were pressed into his skirt. Her body flowed around him like a slime, the skirt embracing around his waist as she sank atop him. Her thighs and hips were visible beneath the skirt as faint outlines, and she seemed to have a lewd, dirty-minded smile on her face.

 

The reason for this soon became apparent. He wasn't strictly sure if he could tell the difference in a Sea Slime, but what was wrapping around his manhood felt more like the tight, choking ring of an ass than the smooth, pressing lips of a woman's pussy. The Lady of War's tongue hung out, a lewd smile on her face as she sank her hips down further, until his cock was trapped inside of her. The smooth movement of her body was visible, rippling up and down his cock, squeezing and focusing on the tip, as she used her slime-like body to toy with him. He was momentarily entranced, held just a few inches below the water, watching as she slowly shook her hips. The feeling of her ass bouncing up and down on him, the ripple of her body as she writhed with pleasure, was surprisingly gratifying.

 

It didn't take long for him to reach orgasm. The paralytic toxin was making it remarkably difficult to hold back any kind of orgasm from the Lady of War, and after a couple of minutes, his manhood throbbed, an enervating exhaustion running through him as the pleasure peaked. Long, sticky wads of semen splattered into the sea slime's tight rear, white seed that seemed to create a little bulge in her stomach, visibly spreading the slime. Rather than diffusing through her body, she held it in the center, like a pearl. Then she began to bounce again.

 

This continued for quite some time, as the Lady of War kept riding the young diver, her tight body bouncing up and down eagerly, forcing him to orgasm, again and again, deep into the pit of her stomach. It grew until it was about the size of a grapefruit, and she giggled, rubbing her stomach slowly, smiling affectionately down at him. It was this moment that he realized that he was nearly out of air, as his eye went to the oxygen indicator for his tank. He thrashed, sitting up in the water, breaking the surface, terror breaking through the paralysis of the toxin. He gasped for air, and heard laughing.

 

He turned around, and saw the rest of his friends on the diving boat, grinning down at him from a dozen feet away. "Hey, I thought you said you weren't out there to have sex with the monster girls!" He flushed, as he felt the Lady of War affectionately nuzzle into his back. "Hey, don't break her heart, man, she's totally in love!" The girl made soft, squeaky noises as she embraced him from behind, and he groaned. This was going to be a hard one to explain.