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I have a confession to make.

I did something today of which I am not proud.

I have always loved the sea, and the gods know my heart and my soul belong to it. My tribe has explored the depths of the waters that surround our tiny island for centuries, and although we have immersed ourselves into the Western cultures quite a fair bit, we have still stayed true to some of our old ways.

We still love to welcome visitors to our shores, greeting them with friendly smiles and open arms. Our favorite game, to them anyway, is swimming out to the boats and ships that arrive, and diving for objects they throw from the decks. It is not merely for entertainment as much as it is our attempts trying to keep our water clean. A misplaced mirror, a small chest, even a strand of jewelry can damage or even destroy the delicate balance of the ecosystem we have maintained for so long.

It is our great reef, the one that spans outwards and downwards for several fathoms, that we protect with our very lives. It is the chief sustainer for the island's inhabitants. We gather fish from the myriad rock-covered and craggy crevices, collect pretty rocks and shells for decorations, and we maintain and harvest oyster beds for pearls in the deeper waters, down near the bottom of the reef, perfect for trading. It is the most beautiful place we have.

Today it has become even more beautiful to me, more special, closer to my heart in a way I never realized before, and will never quite fully understand.

If the gods are truly angry with me for what I have done, I am deeply sorry to them. But in my own way, I really feel that I was trying to show my love and devotion to the sea...

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It started out as an innocent morning swim, when the sun had just started its trek from the horizon, burning so bright, and so warm against my face. I awoke to the song of the surf, and the far-reaching cries of a few terns tracing circles in the sky before dipping down as they foraged for an early fish snack from just beneath the surface.

I smiled and slipped out of my hammock, padding naked across the bamboo floor. While my tribe does not frown upon nudity, it was just assumed we would wear our traditional sarongs at least when we went out of our homes, lest we surprise a visitor. But we had no visitors on this day, and I was aching for a swim.

My tribespeople have always laughed as they told others, "The birds must fly, and the sea-otters must swim." It is probably the one activity we love more than anything in the world.

As I walked out from my grass hut, the warm white sand felt so good against my foot pads and webbed toes, not too hot yet that I would need sandals. The gentle breeze from the surf blew through my hair just then, almost as if to welcome me to a new day.

I looked out at the sea. There were times the waters could be rough and violent, and even deadly. But not today. The calm waters seemed to stretch out for an eternity, and the few waves coming to shore thundered rather than roared.

There was no one else around, as I had hoped. Who wants to share the sea with a lot of other sea-otters diving and playing and wrestling one another? Certainly not me. I spent enough time with my people as it was. Being so young yet, hardly 16 years old, it was very important that I take part in many of the island's activities and learn the ways of the tribe, like making jewelry and trinkets, helping with the bamboo-silk nets to gather fish, or diving for oysters in the greater depths. I hardly had any time for myself unless I awoke very early like I had done today.

I ran a webbed paw through my waist-length tresses and caught the scent of mango and coconut still fresh along the ends. Thank goodness I had taken a bath last night. The sea-water, although perfectly harmless to our naturally oily fur, does tend to damage our hair if we are not careful.

I took a few steps towards the surf and felt the cool water run over my toes, and then my calves. I felt the shark tooth anklet I always wore sway and dip around my footpaw as the current started to play with my body. I hugged myself and waded out a bit further until I was waist-deep. The waves that were usually so strong and unpredictable splashed over my body gently, drenching my breasts. The feeling was fantastic, as it always was. But the waters seemed so unusual today. So warm and gentle...

So loving...

I stood there in the surf, allowing the playful waves to massage and lap my breasts over and over. Before too long my dark nipples were swollen and stiff, and I was utterly fascinated at the way the sea was treating me today. I did not understand what was happening to me at that moment until I felt myself bringing a paw up to brush along my breasts, my fingers trailing across the nipples, pinching one firmly.

I gasped softly as another wave came up that I was not quite ready for, and was pushed first backwards, and then forwards to deeper water. Now I was neck-deep, my breasts submerged, and I could feel the warm, silky water caressing them effortlessly. I waded on tip-toe across the sandy bottom until I could no longer feel the ground under me and took a breath, slipping underwater and swimming down.

Even in the shallow waters, the sea teems with life. I twirled around through a school of blue-fin enjoying a lounge near some kelp strands, sending them scattering in every direction at once. "Make way!" I churrred and giggled a few bubbles from my lips, not thinking of my air supply at all. A few of the fish regrouped as I passed them, and I felt the soft fins glide along my thick tail. It was an invitation to snap my tail at them, perhaps stun a few long enough to turn and collect them for a snack, but surprisingly I was not in the mood to eat. I just wanted a swim.

My lungs still pleasantly full, I decided to go a bit deeper, and moved on to bluer hues farther from the shore. As I glided through my own private paradise, the silky waters wrapped around my legs, and I felt the luscious lick of bubbles and water mixing between my thighs as I kicked. The feeling was amazing, and before too long I was spreading my legs far apart and then together again, loving the way the otter-made current would sweep over my cunny, massaging my folds, making them so -

I was suddenly horny.

No...wait. Horny was not the word. I had heard that word used a lot by the Western visitors and I disliked it. The intense feeling building inside me had nothing to do with horns at all, and the word confused me more than anything. The Western sea-otters have their own ways, and try as we might to adhere to our own, to this day they attempt to seduce us with their reckless, thoughtless beliefs and traditions.

How did I really feel? I stopped swimming, suspended in the depths of the beautiful sea, and slowly brought a paw down between my legs. I felt so slick and swollen down there, as if a part of my body was trying to escape. I gasped a shock of bubbles from my mouth as the sea began to join my exploring paw, bathing my sex in silky warmth.

My fingers glided first one way, then another, pushing and pulling at my folds, opening them up even more. I gasped again as I felt the sea entering me, pushing into me, filling me completely. I moaned, closing my eyes, my fingers slipping eagerly into my sex as I floated there. I pushed my fingers deeper, well, as deep as I could. I was still closed down there, and had not had the pleasure yet of sex with another otter - although I had seen it happen once.

It was one particular morning that I was swimming through the reef, quite deep down, collecting shells, and I noticed a cloud of bubbles beyond some rocks in the near-distance. I kept hidden and watched a beautiful girl sea-otter and her lover, an older, stronger male, pinning her against the rocks. He was moving slowly back and forth against her, and she had a strained expression on her face, struggling to hold her breath, and yet her eyes looked unfocussed and dreamy. I was able to see the young otter's member, so full and thick, thrusting into the girl's sex as her legs wrapped around him tightly, her footpaws clamping around him from behind, moving with him.

Their undersea dance had become hypnotic, and I found myself so entranced that I was touching myself, running my fingers along my breasts, letting them graze against my belly. Too soon, their bodies writhed and then trembled hard, and I faintly heard their bubbly cries in climax.

Suddenly the girl pushed away from the boy and tried to swim up, probably desperate for air, her legs kicking hard, her tail lashing wildly. I could faintly see a tendril trail of milky-white coming from between her thighs as she raced for the surface. Before she could get a few feet though, the boy reached up and grabbed her leg, dragging her struggling and bubbling back down into his arms again. She fought with him, beating against him, then stopped as the boy clamped his mouth tightly around hers and kissed her hard. Her struggling slowed and then she was wrapping her arms around him and kissing deeply in return.

I realized suddenly that my paw was between my legs, and my cunny had become swollen with arousal, the silky folds puffy and pink. I felt incredible, like I was in Heaven. The sea-otters' romantic antics had pushed me over the edge as well. My other paw grabbed hold of one of the rocks to steady myself, and in a few seconds, I had an explosive orgasm, my head tilted back towards the surface as I let out my pleasure in a hard, bubbly churrr, my fingers practically trying to dig into me -

I shook my head, trying to clear the burning image of deep lovemaking from my mind, and I realized that my lungs were beginning to swell. How long had I been underwater? I turned and pushed off the bottom, swimming back up to the surface. I was breathing heavily, not just from the time spent underwater, and I trembled all over, hugging myself. I realized that my nipples had become swollen, standing out against my fur like erect points. I imagined that sea-otter couple again, gasping at the surface in front of me, locked in an embrace, still moaning against one another. Perhaps the girl let the boy into her body again.

I looked towards shore for a moment. The beach was still deserted. No one was awake yet. There was a temptation to swim back just then, and go back to my hut to lie down in my hammock. I could caress myself a bit more in private, and enjoy a little self-love before breakfast. I was tingling between my legs, and I brought my paw down under the water, slowly rubbing myself.

It felt so warm down there. I had never felt so much wanting in my life. The water was doing...something to me. A gentle current kept moving between my legs as I floated there, moving my thick tail side to side. The sea was stroking me. I could feel the waves gently rocking me, and at the same time, the water was rushing into my body! I suddenly moaned with pleasure, shaking hard, working my paw gently in and out of me, opening my folds, surrendering to the sea entirely. I came before I ever realized it,a new warmth spreading over my pads as I played with my body and panted heavily. I kicked my legs a few times, enjoying the water swirling around my cunny.

I wanted to dive again. I suddenly wanted to go down to the reef very badly. I took the deepest breath I could, my lungs filling with air, and then I dived several feet down, adjusting to much colder, deeper waters instantly, the way all sea-otters can. I let bubbles flow slowly from my mouth. My legs fluttered behind me, kicking outwards like a frog's, enjoying the sea's caress between my thighs as I went. My strong arms propelled me, and I could feel my long, luxurious tresses following behind me, touching my back.

I gasped in pleasure as the sea's hold on my body became tighter. The water swirled between my legs again, and already I felt my cunny opening up again, ripening to puffy, pink and swollen folds. As I continued to swim down, I felt the hard bud of flesh inside me pushing from between my folds, titillated, aroused by the depth's caress. As I dove deeper still, the waters began to tighten their grip upon my whole body, and I remembered the tribe-leader's words to us. "Stay too long in mother's arms, and she will not easily let go of you." It was a warning to all of the sea-otters never to venture too deep, for fear of succombing to the sea and drowning.

I finally reached the bottom of the sea, almost 20 fathoms deep, and swam toward the lush, tropical reef. Seashells and rocks poked from various crevices and trenches buried into the giant stones below. Bright fish of blues and golds and reds floated and then scattered away as I approached the life-force of our tribe. I placed my paws against the slick, algae-covered plateau just beyond and looked above me.

I could no longer see the surface.

I turned onto my back, laying down on the hard surface, and let a few lazy bubbles drift from me as I spread my paws through my billowing tresses. I suddenly felt so alive, so welcome in this underwater realm. For the thousandth time in my life, I wished air was not an aching need for sustaining our lives. How much I wanted to stay down here forever... away from the beads, the jewelry-making, the pearl-dealings. Away from the pesky visitors to our shore...

I spread my legs out a bit as I lay there on my back, my eyes lidded, nearly closed. My paw found my aroused folds again, and I started to rub. The petals of my sex began to open the more I touched and caressed them. I churrred out another lazy stream of my air, watching the bubbles dancing and shimmering as they rose several feet above me.

I closed my eyes and thought about the sea-otter couple I had watched making love. I thought about how good it must have felt, to have those big, strong paws all over my body, touching and stroking me from my head to my toes. I thought about the kiss I had seen, a deep, long demanding kiss, the two sea-otters clinging to one another as their tongues slowly pushed into each other's mouths, becoming a luscious mingling of tastes and desires.

I parted my lips, slipping my tongue eagerly out to taste - and I swallowed a sudden mouthful of sea-water. I spat it back out in a burst of bubbles and lifted my head up, realizing finally that some of my digits were now poking around inside me, the firm pads playing along my flesh, my walls tightening. I wanted to climax again. I could feel it building inside me. It was now impossible to tell if it was the deep water or the depths my paw wanted so badly to explore that had me feeling so lusty and hot. The silky water around me seemed to dance, the currents building stronger, and I gasped a mouth of bubbles as I felt a hard shove deep inside of me.

I'd never ever felt it before. Not like this. What was happening? Even this deep, the water had become warm, hot, almost too hot to touch. I felt the silky current circling my body, the rush of water spinning around me, and suddenly shooting into me in a hard flow. It was as though the largest sex organ I had ever felt was trying to plunge deep into my folds and rip my hymen apart in a sudden burst...

My eyes fluttered as I slid my digits deeper, feeling them rub up against a firm flap of flesh inside me. It was as far as I could go. I slid my thickest digit, the middle, along the swollen walls of my cunny, the petals parting as I rubbed against the pinkening flesh. Large bubbles left my mouth in a loud explosion as I arched my body back. The heat I felt was incredible and I was surprised at how intense my arousal was. The images of the sea-otter couple making hot, passionate love served to fuel the flame between my legs. My body shook and my chest heaved as I held my breath and pushed the intrusive digit into my tight, wet folds as far as it could go.

"Glub!" A sudden rip of bubbles escaped my mouth in a moan. The inner walls of my sex trembled and clenched onto my finger fiercely as I felt myself grow closer to my peak. I held back, trying to prolong the pleasure of self-love, letting my finger come free from me, and I suddenly blinked, my eyes wide with surprise at how sudden that had come on.

I opened my legs wider and just brushed the hood of my clit. The velvet-like feel of the flesh under my touch made my thick tail twitch with pent-up energy that thrummed through my form. The pearl of my clit stiffened under the ministrations of my fingers' rubbing, and my heart pounded - the need for air was beginning to tug on the edge of my consciousness. I pushed it hard aside. Not until I cum, I moaned to myself, and suddenly shuddered at the thought of cumming so hard deep underwater.

As my paw's silk-soft pads brushed against my clit I imagined the handsome sea-otter I had seen thrusting against his lovely companion was now pinning me down, holding me, trying to slide his full, engorged member deep into my body. I jerked against the reef, my legs kicking slowly, and I brought a paw up to my breasts to knead and massage them, my digits pulling and tweaking at stiff, full and dark nipples.

Bubbles were coming from me in trickles now, and I realized I was almost out of air. But still I pushed myself. I cupped my hot mound, letting the heel of my paw just barely graze my button. Every time it bumped against the clit, I jumped a little, the touch like electric pulses of arousal coursing through me.

My lungs were burning. The need for air was harder to ignore and I had to fight the urge to flee to the surface. The feel of the water's almost-crushing embrace around my body was enticing, adding so much more to this. My body was so hot, made more so by the pressure of being so deep. I slid a finger into my folds again, letting two more follow, the width of them stretching my inner walls, pushing against nerves that were already raw and hyper-sensitive. My other paw kept pinching and tugging at my nipple, and I threw my head back and cried out, arching my back more and feeling the peak of orgasm rush forth again.

Just as I thought I could not stay underwater any longer, that my lungs would finally burst, I came hard, bubbles flowing freely and noisily from me. "Blub-glug-glub, blub-glug-glub!" I thrust my fingers in quickly up to my hymen, in and out quickly, the hot honey coating my digits before flowing away into the sea in an intimate offering. I shook hard, my body wracked with spasms that made every muscle in me tighten, my tail lashing out, mirroring my pleasure.

I remember screaming, the orgasm was so hard, so spending. Long, black hair floated against my mouth, and I nearly clamped down on it with my teeth to hold my breath just a little more.

I pushed off the reef, my legs kicking franticly, my fingers still thrusting in and out of my clutching cunny and I whimpered, continuing to have multiple orgasms as I kicked higher and higher.

Bubbles burst from my mouth in a one last exhale, the last of my air gone, and then my head broke through the surface.

I was coughing, gasping in great gulps of air, then coughing it out again, nearly in tears. I kept rubbing hard at my cum-soaked and waterlogged inner walls, working at the clit hard until I achieved orgasm over and over, my walls clenching tightly around my digits, relaxing, then clenching again.

I rolled over onto my back, lifting my head far back and floating on the surface to catch my breath. It had been such a deep dive, but the water had felt so wonderful. Already I could feel a splash of waves between my legs, lapping against my still-aroused clit and swollen labia.

Almost as if the sea was cleaning me...?

I closed my eyes. I wanted to go back down again so badly. The reef had been a perfect place to play with my body, and I was so eager and ready to return. As I relaxed in the water, looking up at brilliant blue sky, I thought of what I had done. I'd felt that flap of flesh nestled just inside me. It felt so warm in there. I thought about the otter couple, making love to each other in those incredible depths. I thought about the girl, struggling, trying to hold her breath, her face filled with a mixture of agony and pleasure as he thrusted his hard, hot otter-sex into her.

I wondered suddenly if she had been a virgin too, if it had been her first time. I started to think about how it would feel to have something so big pushing into my folds, pulsing, throbbing, ready to fill me with seed...

I panted, realizing my paw was between my legs again, rubbing my pink folds up and down. I couldn't fight it anymore. I longed to return to the reef deep below me, to offer myself again.

I breathed deeply in and out, filling my lungs, emptying them, relaxing them, determined to stay underwater much longer this time. As my webbed fingers effortlessly caressed the swollen outer lips of my cunny, I took the deepest breath that I could, rolled over onto my stomach and dived again, smoothly kicking into the deep turquoise depths once more.

As I dove, my legs kicked outwards, and I left a tiny trickle of bubbles as the sea's warm, massaging caress assaulted my aroused clit again. I moaned, not expecting the sea to take my body so quickly, and both my paws clamped between my legs, rubbing fitfully at my cunny, using just my legs and tail to propel me downwards deeper and deeper into the sea.

It took me several seconds to reach the reef this time, since I had only used my legs to get down there. The added effort already had me feeling the nervous tickle from my lungs, signaling the need for a breath.

I ignored it, exhaling a bit of stale air from between pursed lips, before hurriedly kicking over to the reef, my paws still buried between my legs and rubbing. I braced my back against it this time, ignoring the sharp, prickly rocks and coral digging against my fur and into my skin, fantasizing that I was being pinned there.

I started to get myself off again, when I noticed something protruding from one of the slabs of coral just beneath my feet. I floated down to investigate and saw an odd protrusion coming out of the bottom of the reef. It looked like a huge, thick...

My eyes widened, taking in the size and shape of the roughly foot-long, yellow and white sponge jutting out at a sharp angle from the other sponges near it. It looked like...almost exactly like...

No...

I bubbled in a soft whimper, my thoughts again drifting back to the boy sea-otter. When the girl had pushed off of his member, it had looked just like this. Hard, full, pointing upwards at an angle, still throbbing. I'd remember that image always...the aching need to swim to him, to wrap my legs around him as I had seen the girl do, to take him...so deep...

I nearly gasped as I floated closer to the sponge, reaching out to stroke it gently. It was so smooth, silky to the touch, and yet hard. As my fingers closed around it fully, I felt the life coursing through it, a steady thrum of heat. The more I held, it seemed the hotter it got.

I parted my lips in another whimper, pawing slowly at the sponge, then before I even realized what I was doing, I lowered my head, letting the soft sponge tip be engulfed by my mouth. My tongue swirled around it as I thought again about the otter and the hard sex between his legs. I thought about how good it would taste to run my tongue along his sac, up and down his shaft, and bat it against his glans and across the thick crown and slit.

I began to get extremely horny (dammit, that word again!) as my head bobbed slowly, my mouth working the sponge, tongue pressing it carefully to the roof of my mouth. My paw came down to stroke along the thick lower part of the sponge, while my other paw stole inbetween my thighs again, rubbing my still needy cunny.

I trembled as I felt the sponge suddenly surge with heat in my mouth, the natural softness going full and hard, then springing back to its original shape as I suckled upon it hungrily.

I couldn't take it anymore. A need welled inside me, aching, like the very edge of a storm upon the sea. My cunny was on fire, itching horribly.

I pushed my head away from the sponge, and floated up until my legs could bend and grab it again, and I could brace my feet against the rocks around the reef's rugged outcropping. I wrapped my paw around the sponge, and closed my eyes as I felt its heat and energy, almost burning.

Another burst of bubbles flew from my mouth as I lowered my hips and pressed my hot cunny against the sponge, feeling the thick edge touch my slit - and then my inner folds.

I groaned, lost in unimaginable pleasure, as I pushed down slowly on the unyielding phallus, and felt the hard smooth tip slip just a little deeper into me. I tightened my toes around the rock, fighting to keep this delicate balance, and carefully pushed more. My eyes widened and a hard blurp of my air pushed from my lips as I felt the tip touch and poke inside me, pressing against my hymen. I could still squeeze it. Oh gods, it was so big...

I was lost in the sensation, rocking my hips up and down, delightfully fucking this beautiful sponge...

Mm, is that what the Westerners called it?

Yes, fucking...somehow...I like that word...

I fucked that hard, hot sponge until I could feel my lungs starting to burn. I wiggled my body in attempt to kick away, and suddenly the sponge dug hard and DEEP into my cunny, stabbing and then tearing through my hymen in an unbelievable mixture of pain and ecstacy.

I threw my head back and cried hard as the sponge settled about half of its full foot into me. My walls tightened, pushed out to stretching, and then massaged the sponge inside me. My pain was replaced with Heaven. I bubbled softly, my eyes lidding, as I started to thrust my hips forward and down, fucking my beautiful cunny over and over.

To my excitement, the sponge began to grow inside me, as if excited itself, seeming to double in thickness and pushing hard against my walls in all directions, filling me totally, making movements slow, awkward, my body struggling now to fuck...

"Glubblubblub!" Gods, it was so amazing. I bit at my lip, as much to keep from crying out as to keep whatever air I could in my lungs. My legs spasmed in pleasure, holding the sponge inside me, and I thrust harder, ignoring the pain as more and more of this hot, hard length slid easily upwards into me.

I wanted it deeper, oh gods, so deep. I'd seen how large the boy otter's hard sex had been, not nearly as big as the sponge was, but...big enough by far for his lovely mate. I'd seen the glow on her face, the dreamy, almost hypnotic stare in her eyes, the feeling one gets just before...

I paused a second, pulled back until the sponge was nearly free of my cunny, and bucked forward in one full swoop, plunging all twelve inches of the hot sponge so deep into my body. The pain passed in a flash to be replaced with a passion and pleasure I had never experienced. I looked down, watching myself fuck my hungry lover, seeing wisps of my cum floating out around the sides. I realized just then I'd been orgasming continuously around the sponge.

Forward and back my hips pounded, my tail wildly lashing at the water. Time and again I pulled up until the sponge was almost out, then with utter abandon, hunched forward and rammed it back deep between my legs.

I didn't have any air left, but I so badly wanted to have more time, just one more orgasm, the hardest ever...

With only a couple of seconds of air left, I felt it. A huge climax started - an orgasm unlike any I had ever felt before or since - a rising torrent of unstoppable pure pleasure erupting from me, engulfing every inch of my body and reverberating up into my brain.

My cunny muscles all clenched so hard in unison, surrounding, gripping and pulling the sponge deeper into my body. Another deep contraction, then another, and a third - and at that instant I rolled my head back and screamed out what little air I had left. My cunny contracted one more time as I choked on sea-water and I came wildly on the sponge over and over again, my legs weakly kicking.

I spasmed hard, my body going into rocky, hard jerks, my air totally gone, and I suddenly realized where I was - over a hundred feet below the sea, and no air.

I tried to kick my legs to pull away and off the sponge. It took several hard kicks until the sponge seemed to contract just enough in thickness for me to push my cunny free from around it. A glut of my cum and a bit of blood floated from my spent cunny, milky tendrils surrounding my thighs, and I started fearfully kicking upwards from the reef, clawing at the water to go faster, needing air so badly...

Finally my head broke the surface and I took in a huge GASP, coughing water violently for several moments. My whole body ached, and there was a fire between my legs. I floated, panting for breath, allowing the water to once again lick and caress my folds.

I churred softly, closing my eyes, allowing my watery lover to hold me for quite some time - until I could hear the splashing of other otters from shore diving into the surf.

Reluctantly I rolled over and swam for shore, ignoring the startled looks of the others as I padded past them, a little blood still trickling down my thigh.

I curled up inside my hut for the rest of the day, feeling a little sick to my stomach. I'd swallowed so much water, and I just know I'll be retching more of it out of me while I'm sleeping tonight...

**

As I'm writing this, I can hear the sea outside, but just barely. It doesn't seem like the waves are very loud at all, no longer thundering or even roaring as they pound endlessly upon the sand.

In fact, to me, it almost seems like they are whispering.

Maybe the sea gods are thanking me?

I'd love to think so.

I told you once how much I love the water.

And as I also told you, I have a new-found love and a closeness for the sea that I have never felt before, nor could I really...well, explain...

Until just this second.

As I close my eyes, and run a paw down my body, I think I know exactly what happened to me today...

The sea loved me back...

END