♫ Some people stand in the darkness!
Afraid to step into the light!
Some people need to tempt somebody
When submissive males are in sight!
Don't you worry
It's gonna be alright!
Cause Futas are ready
To pack all your boy holes air tight!
I'll be ready! (Come to Momma!)
When you submit! (No, don't you fear!)
I'll be ready!
Forever and always, Mistress is here! ♫
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It was a gorgeous day in Hermosa Beach and Theo was enjoying a swim in the deep blue of the Pacific. It was late morning on a weekday, the perfect time to enjoy the picturesque scene. The beach was always less crowded during work days. Any time before noon was early enough to avoid the legions of housewives that would show up to fill the sandy shore with their running, squealing rugrats.
Theodore swam deep into the waves, their salt foam caps slapping him in the face as he proceeded. The sun beamed down on the teaming ocean, growing warmer by the minute as it moved closer to the apex of midday. Theo stopped at a familiar distance from the shore before taking a deep breath and diving below the surface with a smile on his face.
His slim body shot straight down, his arms and legs entering a classic breaststroke as he raced to the bottom. Within thirty seconds, Theodore touched the bottom and grabbed a pocket of sand. Finding no prize and seeing nothing else in range that was interesting enough to grab at, he pushed off the bottom with his feet and glided back to the surface.
It was a hobby he'd enjoyed since he was a child. Searching the bottom of the sea for interesting trinkets. Sometimes you'd find a smooth rock with a beautiful color pattern or a shiny shard of sea glass. If you were really lucky, you might come upon an unbroken sea shell or an intact fossilized starfish. Theo had a sizable collection of saltwater trophies at home after many summers on the beach.
More than hunting for ocean memorabilia, it was a game to him. Over the years he'd swam further out, seeing how far he could go and how deep he could dive on one breath. The further into the sea you went, the deeper down the ocean floor was and the colder it grew, but the more likely you'd stumble upon something rare. He was really pushing his luck today, moving further out into the waves after each dive. Soon it took forty seconds to reach the bottom and another twenty to surface.
After five dives he'd found nothing of note to compensate for his stinging eyes and rapidly tiring muscles. Theo swam a little farther out and decided he'd do one last dive. He filled his lungs and dove below the surface. As he descended into the turquoise depths, he noticed that the sea floor had dropped off sharply. It was taking way longer to hit the bottom now. Forty five seconds... fifty seconds.
By the time he reached the bottom, Theo's lungs were burning. He turned around without regard for his prize, electing to push himself no farther. As his arms glided through the chilly water, propelling him upward, his chest screamed for air. Bubbles of carbon dioxide escaped his nose and lips as he shot upward and the water grew warmer. Just a little farther...
Theodore exploded above the waterline and sucked in a long, desperate breath. A massive foamy wave smacked him in the mouth and seawater lurched into his lungs. He gasped and choked, shocked by the horrible timing and the sudden rush of liquid where fresh oxygen should be. His hands whipped around his body in panic as he wheezed loudly. He tried to take another big breath and was met with a second rush of the ocean current. His throat gurgled and salty water rushed down his nose as his eyes bulged and his body was gripped by sheer terror.
As he struggled to stay afloat and the waves crashed around him, he heard a shrill whistle blow in the distance. He tried to start back toward the shore, but with his lungs half full of water, it was all he could do to not sink below the surface. He focused on kicking his legs and trying to reoxygenate himself as he coughed and sputtered, gasping for air. Theo flailed and splashed with his arms, doing all he could to stay afloat and signal his danger.
He put up a valiant struggle, but his limbs were full of lactic acid. His weary body couldn't keep it up much longer despite the adrenaline pumping through him. Just as his face began to sink below the surface, he saw, out of the corner of his eye, a woman rushing to him. She was freestyle stroking at full speed, approaching him with her orange torpedo buoy in tow.
The tan woman with bright blonde hair reached him, swam behind and wrapped her arms around Theo's torso. Her breasts pressed into his back and her hips were at his ass as she tread water with powerful legs.
"
I GOT YA
!
HOLD ON
!" she yelled over the ocean currents.
Once she'd pulled the rescue
torp
in range, Theodore grabbed it for dear life. The woman kept him snug to her body as she began kicking toward the shore and stroking through the water with her free arm.
"Just breathe! Try to cough it up!"
He hardly needed instructions for that. Theo continued to wheeze, cough and retch. It was completely out of his control. He tried desperately to restore a natural breathing pattern as she hauled him from the deep. More bile-tainted hacks of salt water kept hacking up from his lungs.
Halfway back to the shore, Theodore noticed something unusual. Her breasts and hips weren't the only things pressing into his body. There was something long and thick lined up against his lower back and the crack of his ass. The sudden realization only added to the confusion of an already traumatic scenario.
When they got to the shallows, they were met by another female lifeguard. The raven haired woman helped his rescuer haul Theo onto the beach. Together they dragged him past the point where the waves could roll up and douse him again. Soon, he was flat on his back in the sand. When they released his arms, Theodore rolled over and coughed up what was left of the fetid liquid in his lungs.
"Should I call the paramedics?" the dark haired woman asked.
"No, he's gonna be fine. He just swam out a little too far. Got a drink of brine for his trouble."
As Theo's breathing returned to normal and his heartbeat steadied, he looked up at the women standing over him. The blonde who'd saved him was striking. Her long hair, tied back in a thick ponytail, was dip-dyed red at the ends. Her lips were luscious pink, standing out from the rest of her skin which was a deep shade of tanned bronze. She had a tattoo on her upper cheek, not far from her left eye. It was a pink shooting star with a bright yellow outline.
Her red, one piece swimsuit covered half her body, barely containing a pair of massive milkers with jutting nipples. Her swimwear struggled to hold back her thick length of erect cock, which formed an unmissable bulge in the tight nylon. She stared down at him with warm, brown eyes; her hands resting on her wide hips. Her powerful swimmer's legs were columns of curvy muscle.
The other one was less remarkable, but still lovely; a pretty young white woman wearing an identical red bathing suit. Both of them had an insignia near their shoulders marking them as lifeguards. The second woman did
not
have the outline of a giant penis in her bathing suit. That was comforting, because if she did, Theo would be forced to question if he'd passed through the sea floor, journeyed through the center of the Earth and emerged in some bizarro realm of hot, hung women.
'
Hot.
..? Did I just call her hot? No, I
thought
