This is chapter 4 of the Swapping Daughters story the first three chapters of which are listed under Orcaman47
I watched as Candie and Lisa talked enthusiastically about the upcoming events. They were excitedly planning what they were going to do tonight with Ryan. As they talked animatedly, their young titties jiggled with their gesticulations. Lisa noticed my gaze and smiled. She intentionally reached down and fingered her nipple, holding my gaze and smirking slightly. My cock began to stiffen again.
"I think it would be fun for all of us to take a bath together." Candie said. "We could wash each other and make sure we are all squeaky clean." Her eyes were sparkling and wide with excitement. My sweet daughter always seemed to sparkle.
"Yeah," Lisa chimed in, "then we could like fuck the hell out of each other." Again, her eyes met mine and she smiled brightly.
"It sounds like you two are working on a hot little plan." Jackie said. "You two are such little sluts." I could tell that she was as proud of her daughter as I am of mine.
Max patted his daughter on her ass, "Yeah, honey, we done good in raising this one." He grinned proudly. I saw him intentionally brush his cock against my daughter's ass as he also rubbed his hand across her firm buns.
Candie turned around and pressed her nude body against him. I saw her little hand touch his prick and ballsac. "What about me Daddy Max, you did a good job of raising me to be a slut too."
He patted her on the ass too and gave her a squeeze. "Yeah baby, you're a good little slut too."
Julie and Jackie had yet another appointment at the resort's spa, and the girls had signed up for beginning SCUBA lessons. Max had to make a few business phone calls and needed to join a conference call for a few hours, so I decided to hang out by the pool. Being nude, it was difficult not to "hang out".
When I got to the pool area, the introductory SCUBA class was just starting. I am a NAUI certified Master Diver and Instructor and Chip, the instructor and I have known each other for years. He's a big black guy, former running back in the NFL and hung like a stud horse. He once told me he loves working at this resort so much that he gave up better paying jobs as an assistant coach. His wife, Nadia, works as an activities coordinator and teaches trapeze for the guests who want to participate in the weekly circus. She has a very tight little body with nice boobs and long firm legs. And, although I've never had the pleasure of finding out for myself, word has it that she is a world-class cocksucker.
I dipped into the water just to cool off and then found a lounger in the shade. The class was made up of twelve students, eleven of whom were female. Of course Candie and Lisa were among them. The one male was a small built unathletic looking fellow who seemed to be paired up with a large young woman who could probably take him two out of three falls, easy. Neither of them seemed particularly adept with the equipment and it was clear that Chip was having to spend a lot of time and energy with the couple, just to keep them from getting tangled in their own air hoses. The other students, several of who were stunningly beautiful, stood there in their equipment, looking bored and somewhat annoyed at the needy couple.
"Hey, Chip, what are you doing with the class? Maybe I can help out with the rest of them." There was one thirty-year-old blond that I really wanted to "help out" with.
"Well, I wanted to get to buddy breathing and then ditching and donning. Do you want to do that?"
I quickly introduced myself, got a tank and mask and then began going over the basic skills.
Buddy breathing is when two divers share the same regulator, on an alternating basis. It is used when there is an equipment failure or when one diver runs out of air for some reason (stupidity is the most common cause for this). There are a series of protocols and standard signals. Also, the two divers need to hold on to each other to avoid drifting apart beyond the reach of the regulator hose. Of course, if something goes really wrong, there is a chance that both divers will drown. With everyone standing in the shallow end of the pool, I came up to them pretending that I was out of air and gave the signals that I wanted to buddy breathe with them. Being the host is probably hardest, because you are secure, breathing fine when someone wants to come over and share your precious air supply. After each one did the "giver" role, I had them come to me, still on the surface, and play the "taker". There is potentially a lot of physical contact and I made sure that I rubbed thigh and other body parts as much as I could. The hot little WILF did a great job, wrapping her thighs around my leg as she held on for dear life. It was a heart-warming experience (hard-warming?).
Ditching and donning equipment is a skill you very rarely use in real life, but it is an important exercise in gaining confidence with the gear and with doing things and not panicking underwater. I had my now star pupil climb out of the water so that she could go through the drill as I talked her through it. Since I was still in the water and therefore lower than the deck level, I made a special point to maneuver into such a position that I got a clear view of her ass and other parts as she climbed up the ladder. Her tight thigh muscles and firm ass made my tongue go out of control for several seconds.
She was so good at the skill that I had her demonstrate it several times. Again, I was careful to position myself strategically so that I could gaze at her pussy as she worked. It was perfect. It was a sweet looking peach, bereft of even the slightest fur or fuzz. My cock told me that he was enjoying the show as well. I think my student knew what she was doing too, since she made a point to open her legs as she faced me.
Next, I had each of the students go on to the deck and demonstrate the skill to the others. Two more of the women looked good as they first took off and then put on the equipment in the recommended order. I loved the sight of the water running down their skin and dripping off the fur between their legs and off their firm, pointed nipples. Of course by the time my daughter and her friend got to do the work, I was fully aroused and making no effort to hide it from anyone.
After I was satisfied that each knew the process, I explained that I wanted them all to wait on the bottom facing the deep end, where I would be. I would point and each of them would swim underwater to the drain in the deep end. There they would take off the equipment, come to me to buddy breathe for five exchanges and then use a controlled free ascent to surface and swim back to the shallow end. Then they should swim back on the surface until they were over the drain and then perform a surface dive to the bottom where they would put on the equipment, just like they had practiced on the deck.
As they went through the exercise, I knew that my main purpose was safety and for them to feel that I was there if they needed me. But I also intended to take full advantage of the clear view provided by the clean mask and the pristine swimming pool water to get good views of their shapely bodies as they moved around, just a few feet in front of me. And I knew the buddy breathing, this time "for real", underwater with six or eight feet of water overhead, could be a bit intense for all involved.
