We sat across from each other in the tub and enjoyed the quiet moment. The underwater blow-job that she had just performed on me left me almost a bit dizzy. It was hard -- no impossible -- to believe that less than three hours ago I was trying to catch a glimpse up her short skirt as she bent over the oven taking out the pizza.
Now I had a full view of her naked facing me in my master bathroom's king-sized tub. The water was deep and warm and floated her tits just a little bit about 6 inches under the surface. When the water got still, I could see down her belly to her mound and just make out her labia almost two and a half feet underwater.
I looked up, met her eyes, and bid her to continue her story.
"As you remember before I was so wetly interrupted," she said, "the 'underwater witches' had shaved my pussy and now I was a bald as they were. It is interesting how exposed you feel when the hair on your snatch keeps prying eyes from casually looking up your crack. When it is gone you really feel nude."
"I hung there in the pool and all the women reassembled at one end of the pool standing formally facing me on the side. They were a 'sea' of perky tits and naked cunts. It was a sight to behold I can tell you that."
At this point I grunted my tacit agreement. I could only imagine. Or maybe NOT imagine. My cock tingled again. This was incredible!
She smiled and continued, "I was now wondering what they had planned for me next but I did not dare ask. The Grand Master Witch walked over and stool towering over me. She looked down and said; are you ready to undergo our most personal ritual?"
"I said that I was. She told me to lie on my back on the cold tile of the pool and close my eyes. She took my knees in her hands and spread them apart until my vagina was fully exposed and open a tiny bit. One of her helpers brought a leather pouch like the ones peasants use to carry wine and she filled it with water from the pool. Bending between my legs, she put the wooden nozzle on the bag into my pussy and filled my cunt with warm scented water. She told me to hold it in as long as I could! One by one the witches walked up and put their face down between my legs and touched their tongues to the water that was dribbling out."
"When the last one was done, I was empty. They helped me to my feet and told me to dive into the pool to purify myself. I dove in and swam to the bottom and surfaced in the center."
"I had been expecting physical challenges like trying to tread water holding up a ten pound weight or something like that but so far they had not materialized. The head witch spoke to me and asked me how long I thought I could hold my breath underwater. I told her that I was pretty sure for at least a minute and maybe a bit more."
"She seemed satisfied and told me to immediately submerge and swim to the bottom of the pool. I was to stay under for one minute before I surfaced again. If I came up before a minute was elapsed a 'swimming witch' would restrain me underwater until the time was up."
All this pussy and water talk was getting me horny again. I asked her if I could just pull her closer to me as she recounted her mysterious and erotic tale. She agreed and I took her by the thighs and pulled her legs over mine so we were both facing each other in a sitting position. Our genitals were all but touching as she continued her story. I turned on the water and the warmed up and refilled the tub. There was nothing I could do for the drowned candles and the sea of soaked towels on the floor...
"I dove to the bottom and held on to ring by a drain that I found here. I counted the seconds and when I thought about fifty five seconds had elapsed, I started floating slowly to the surface. I waited about three feet down- still naked you know -- and tried to stay as long as possible. Finally one of the girls dove in and took my hand and swam with me back up to the top."
