Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 79
Ten minutes later and with Manuel’s camera now containing something like 50 or 60 images of our bare butts and pussies; a still beaming Manuel thanked us and told us that he had to get going.
When we’d finished the compulsory naked walk and standing with our hands on our heads on the walkway, I went up onto the boat and hugged Mr. Billingham As I hugged him I said aloud,
“Thank you Mr. Billingham, I’ll try to get your daughters back on time the next time that we go out.”
“Then I whispered,
“It’s about time you started stepping up the punishments and fucking your daughters Mr. Billingham; or do you want your wife to know what you got up to at that dinner?”
“I, I, I hope that you will young lady,” he replied out loud, “or I may have to punish you in the same way.”
“I hope so.” I whispered back; then I turned and walked off the boat, back to Kate and Zoe.
“You didn’t have to do that Georgia. I keep telling you that he has no authority over you. You don’t have to let him do anything to you.” Zoe said.
“Have you considered the possibility that I want him to spank me Zoe? And if he finds another way to ‘punish’ you then I might want him to ‘punish me’ in the same way?”
“Georgia, you never cease to amaze me. Have you found a way to manipulate my father into doing these things to us?” Zoe replied.
“How on earth could I have done that? You 2 have always been close by when I’ve seen him (I lied). Anyway, are you complaining?”
“No.”
“No.”
“Then don’t even think about it. Right ladies, I’m off to spend the day sunbathing on the boat. You’re welcome to join me or are you planning on teasing your father today?”
“Thanks for the invite Georgia, we may come round later, it depend on what our mother says when she gets back.”
“Okay, no prob. I’m sure that I’ll see you around, and don’t forget that offer to borrow some of my clothes.”
Back at daddy’s boat I checked my butt to make sure that the red marks weren’t anything to worry about then I got my sunblock and went looking for the hosepipe.
I decided that I’d better setup on the front of the boat rather than the back; I thought that it may end up being a problem for daddy if his daughter was seen squirting water out of her pussy at the back of the boat.
I found the hosepipe and the different end pieces that the captain had for it, and pulled the hose until it reached the front of the boat. Then I thought about how I could get it to squirt where I wanted it without it without it running away on its own. Back in the captains tool cupboard I found some heavy things and a couple of small pieces of rope.
Okay, I was never in the scouts but I managed to tie the hosepipe to the railings on the side of the boat and with the heavy things I experimented and got it squirting at an angle that I thought would do.
I’d set all this up on the side of the boat that has Isabelle’s and Toby’s boat next to it. I was hoping that Toby would be there and look out and see me.
Then I covered myself with sunblock and lay down in such a position that the jet of water was hitting my pussy.
Oh, that was good. Not as good as the swimming pool back at home in England, but still good. I reckoned that I wouldn’t get quick orgasms but they would slowly build then explode out of me.
I was right, about an hour later my second orgasm hit me, and I was just lying there doing nothing. What a nice way to spend some time in the sun.
After that second orgasm I decided to take a break and went and got a drink and brought it out onto the sundeck. I sat there with my drink and with the jet of water pounding my clit.
Of course the jet got the better of me and I had to put my drink down for a while. After that orgasm I decided on a change of pussy attack method.
Untying the hosepipe and removing the nozzle, I lay there and held the end of the hosepipe to my hole. I gasped as I felt the water start to fill me up.
When I couldn’t take anymore, I pulled the hosepipe out of my hole and held it for a couple of seconds then squeezed as hard as I could. Wow, I was quite impressed with myself as how far I could squirt it.
Then I did it again, but that time I directed my squirt to the next boat; and I hit it. I did it again then I saw Toby coming onto the deck of their boat to see what the noise was.
“Hi Toby,” I said; “watch this.”
I filled my pussy again and directed my squirt towards him, just missing his feet.
“Very impressive Georgia.” Toby said.
“Do you want to come over and hold the hosepipe for me?” I asked.
“I can’t, I’m going out with my mum in a few minutes.”
“That’s a shame; we could have had some fun.”
I filled my pussy and did it again.
“I bet that you can’t piss that far Toby.”
“You’re probably right Georgia. Sorry, gotta go. Mum’s ready to leave.”
With that he was gone.
“Stupid boy; how could he miss an opportunity like that.” I thought.
Then I had another idea. I went to the railing at the side of the boat and turned and sat on it so that my butt was hanging over the side. Then I put the hosepipe between my legs and to my butt hole.
Pressing the end of the hosepipe to my butt hole I felt the water go up my rectum.
“Hmm, that’s a slightly different feeling.” I thought as my butt filled up.
When it started to hurt I pulled the hosepipe away and the water came shooting out of me like I had diarrhoea; fortunately, all of it straight down into the sea. I giggled a bit when I saw a couple of little lumps of my shit floating on the surface.
I did it again and wondered if I should empty my bowels this way every day. More little turds flew out and floated in the sea. I looked for any little fish to see if they’d eat my turds but I didn’t see any.
“Maybe human turds don’t make good fish food.” I thought as I did it again.
I kept doing it again until I didn’t get any more turds out then I went back to filling my pussy instead. That was more pleasurable.
When I got bored with doing that I tied the hosepipe how I’d done it originally and lay down with the jet pummelling my clit.
As I waited for it to make me cum again I wondered if rinsing out my pussy like that straight after a man had cum inside me would stop me getting pregnant – if I wasn’t on the pill. I decided that I’d google it sometime.
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