The heat of a tropical jungle at high noon.
I was chosen because I was a freediver and could hold my breath for ten minutes at a time. Even still, I thought I might die. Would she really be thinking of my safety when she was lost in ecstasy?
I put my hands up in front of my face and spread her pussy lips like giant meaty curtains. Once I got my head inside of her, I realized the real danger wasn’t the pressure or lack of oxygen, it was the heat. That, combined with her wetness, made me feel as though I had entered a tropical jungle at high noon.
I thought of the tunnel rats — the soldiers during the Vietnam war who crawled through sections of pipe, dark and dank, at times so narrow that you had to crawl backwards to get out. Those poor bastards would have been so jealous of me right now.
After I got in as deep as I could, she took over. Pinching my ankles between two log-sized fingers, she slowly began sliding me in and out. I sipped her lady juice as it flowed past me — it tasted like licorice tea.
Her body was my entire planet, and I could feel her heart thumping like a volcano that was about to erupt. The walls of her pussy pulsed rhythmically, hugging and releasing. I couldn’t help but get hard.
My hands were pressed against my sides, so I couldn’t touch myself. I didn’t have to. As she fucked herself with me, my erection rubbed against her fleshy corridor.
My own heart began to race, and I was starting to get light-headed. I finally understood the appeal of erotic asphyxiation. It would be enough to make me cum if it didn’t kill me first.
Just as I was about to black out, her volcano exploded, sending hot lava gushing over me, threatening to expel me like a human cork. She held me in, squeezing my ankles almost hard enough to crush them. The spike of pain caused me to blow my load against her slick, vibrating insides.
When she finally pulled me out, I was barely conscious, physically exhausted, and ready for a nap. She lay down and placed me atop her giant pillow of a breast. We were both asleep within minutes. The slow rising and falling of her chest made me feel like I was on a raft drifting peacefully across the ocean.
As thrilling as almost dying was, I think I’ll wear a scuba suit next time.