FARMER‘S DAUGHTER
It was summer break and I was in my junior year at a Midwestern college. I decided to stay at the campus and had take a job as a work hand at a farm near the campus. The work was hard and the days were long and there were very few fringe benefits. One little fringe benefit was Sarah, the 19 year old daughter of the farmer. Sarah was going to a college in the east coast and was home for the summer. She worked at a book store in town, but would return most days by 3 or 4pm.
One time my work for the day kept me at the farm until 7pm. The farmer and his wife had headed into town for dinner and a movie and I had one more job to do before I could go. The last of the chores was to go and retrieve my pickup truck left at the side of one of the fields we had been working in. The truck was about 1 mile from the farm house and the path to it took me right by the spring fed pond which the farmer had dug years ago. On the way to get the truck, I had an idea to go for a quick swim. The day had been hot and a nice dip in the crystal clear water was tempting. However, I had no change of cloths and it was getting late and I still had studying to do, so I made up my mind to just get the truck.
As I started my trip, I could see that Sarah was ahead of me, she had a towel draped over one shoulder and a bag on the other. She didn’t see me and I fell back a little hoping to remain un-noticed. I got the idea that she was heading to the pond to go for a swim and another idea popped into my mind. I had never really been a peeping Tom, but I decided to follow her and see if by chance she was going to skinny dip. Sarah was a very beautiful girl. She was about 5’7″, had blue eyes and dark hair which reached just past her shoulders. If someone wanted to construct the perfect image of the farmers daughter, she was it. She had a perfect hourglass figure, with full breasts, a slender waist and athletic legs. I knew she had a boyfriend at the college out east, so I never attempted to court her myself.
As she approached the pond, I moved in closer and hid in some bushes about 100 ft away from the pond. The bushes would provide a perfect cover, yet allowed a full elevated view of the pond. Sarah walked out onto the makeshift floating dock which had been fabricated from some large pieces of Styrofoam and wooden decking. The dock was held in place by two lines anchored to the shore and two anchored to the
bottom of the pond underneath the dock.
Sarah was wearing a pair of cut off jeans and a white oversized tee-shirt. She also had a baseball cap on and her hair was up in a ponytail and tucked inside most of the hat. Going out onto the dock, she reached the end and spread the towel out and sat down. She then took off her hat and shook her hair a little. Next, it looked as though my hopes were about to be realized as she lifted her tee-shirt over her head and exposed her breasts. My heart started to race as I could see she was not wearing anything under the top. Next, she wiggled her pants off and again was wearing nothing underneath. She arched her back and held both arms straight up. The sun was getting low and this silhouetted her against the amber colors reflecting off of the pond. She then undid the bow holding her air in a pony tail and let her hair drop down. By this time, my dick had gotten rock hard and I wished I could be even closer. Unfortunately, there was nothing between the bushes I was currently in and the pond to hide me.
Sarah reached into her bag and took out a small bottle and what looked to be one of those weight belts divers use, only there appeared to only be two small weights on it. She put the weight belt on her waist and then scooted up towards the edge of the dock. She was now poised almost half off of the dock and half on, facing the water and sitting legs crossed Indian style. She grabbed the bottle and popped off the top. There appeared to be some oil in the bottle as her skin shined as she spread the substance over her body. Soon, she was fully coated in the oil and was now just sitting there. I was beginning to wonder what the hell was going on, with all of this strange activity. What was the belt for and why was she just sitting there not moving. She continued to sit there and I figured she was meditating or something.
After about 5 minutes she started to massage her breasts and she squirted more oil on her hand to keep things slippery. One hand massaged her breast as the other moved to her pussy. She began to roll her head a little as she continued on. I could see her torso expand more and more as her breathing started to grow deeper and deeper. I thought she was about to cum when all of the sudden she rolled forward and fell into the water! At that same time, I glanced down at my watch to check the time (for some reason I grew afraid that her parents were about to return.). The second hand on my watch had just passed the 12 and the time was 7:10pm.
She hit the water with a splash and sank straight down. I could not believe my eyes, what the hell was going on! First all of the meditating and masturbating and now she has rolled into the water. Time continued to go by and she still had not surfaced. I began to worry when my watch showed she had been down 25 seconds. The surface had grown smooth again, but the glare of the setting sun did not allow me to
see below the surface. At 35 seconds I began to worry that she was either in trouble or killing herself. At 55 seconds, I left my post and decided to run down and see if she was all right. I knew that whether she was all right or not, I would have to explain how I knew she was down there. I decided to tell the truth, except for the hiding in the bush part. I would simply say that I was walking buy the pond when I herd a splash and decided to check it out.
As I reached the dock, I could see a few small bubbles reaching the surface and I ran out onto the dock preparing to dive in and save her. By now my heart was really racing and I mentally prepared myself to save her. As I reached the end of the dock and looked down, I could see her laying flat on her back, with her legs bent so that her knees were pointing up and slightly away from each other. She was masturbating underwater!!!
I backed off slightly and then just stood there. I was totally mesmerized by the sight. The crystal cleat water gave me an excellent view of things. I gauged her to be about 10-15 feet deep and facing me. I could see her eyes were closed and she had one hand on her breast and another on her pussy. Her left hand rapidly moved up and down and I could actually watch two then three fingers disappear inside her cunt. Her lips were pressed tight and her cheeks were slightly puffed out. Every now and then a few bubbles would escape her mouth and dance their way to the top. I continued to be mesmerized and forgot that soon (and hopefully) she would be returning to the surface and I would likely get caught. I quickly glanced down at my watch and it showed she had been down over 2 minutes and 20 seconds. She continued to work herself underwater and I sensed she was getting ready to cum as she now was moving her hips up and down to coincide with her fingering. I still just stood there and watched her. The sight was putting me into a trance. She looked so sexy under the water. Almost surreal. Her hair gently swaying around her head. Her slightly tanned body contrasting with the darker sandy bottom. Occasionally, I could even see a small fish swim by. All of this time, she had her eyes closed.
At t-plus 3 minutes she was almost out of control. Her hips were moving up and down and she now had one hand on the bottom, while the other continued to finger herself. A sudden burst of bubbles came out of her mouth and it looked like her eyes opened. I still just stood there, my muscles frozen by some mysterious force. I though that for sure she would be coming up for air but as the wave of bubbles cleared I could see she was still on the bottom!
Wow, what a sight. How could she stay under so long! She went back to massaging her tits and fingering herself and she must have been wanting to have another orgasm! Soon, she was again bucking and this time stood up and knelt on her knees. She looked even more erotic now, as her hair was floating around her and her breasts bouncing around and she had both hands in her crotch. She then leaned her head back and looked straight up and then looked down at the bottom. Her chest began to heave and I though that she might be drowning. Her face remained down and soon more bubbles were rising from her head. With this burst of bubbles she bucked wildly and soon the bubbles stopped. A few more contortions of her chest and then the reached over and undid the belt and pushed off of the bottom. I quickly looked at my watch before she could break the surface and it read 7:14 and 34 seconds.
I was still in my daze and as she surfaced and saw me, I couldn’t move. She took in a deep breath and swam over to the dock. I just stood there, mouth open and eyes wide. She got out of the pond, reached down and grabbed the towel and put it around her. The first words out of my mouth were: „I’m sorry, I though you were in trouble.“ I could feel my face get hot as the blush of embarrassment hit me. She responded: „That’s ok, I thought that no one was around.” I tried to look innocent and asked if everything was OK and she replied: „Just dandy!“ I took a deep swallow and tried to creek out my next question when she blurted out. „Holding my breath really increases the power of my orgasms!“. I immediately knew she knew I had seen more than I wanted her to know I had seen and decided to stop trying to act so innocent. I asked: „How can you stay down so long?“ She replied: „A lot of practice!“. She said that when she first started trying she could only remain under for about 30 seconds, but now with meditating and practice, she could remain under for 4-5 minutes. She put her cloths back on and moved close to me. She reached out and grabbed my hand and said in a deep and sultry voice: „You know… It’s a lot more fun with a partner!“ I said: „Sure, but I would drown for sure!“ She answered with: „Not with me!“
I said: „What do you mean not with me!“ She stalled and then said: „My parents are going out of town this weekend to Chicago. Why don’t you stop by Saturday morning and I will show you!“. Once again, my heart was beating like I had just sprinted up a flight of stairs and I nervously replied back: „OK, what time?“ She answered about 9 or 10. I asked her if there was anything I could bring and she said: “Just yourself!“.
The next few days were spent thinking about the events to come. Working with Sarah’s father was a little unnerving at times. When I had time to myself, I could practice holding my breath. I wanted to surprise Sarah, but things were not going so good. At first, I could only hold my breath for 25 seconds. After some practice I increased this to 45 seconds and then eventually a minute or so.
It was Friday night and I went back to my rented home near campus. The phone rang and it was Sarah. She asked me if everything was still on for tomorrow and I said: „You bet, but I still don’t think that I will be able to stay down long enough.“ She laughed and said: „Don’t you worry, I have it all taken care of!“ She then asked: „Oh, buy the way, what size shoe do you wear?“ I said. „12.“ She said: „See you in the morning!“ and hung up. I spent the night practicing more and eventually drifted off to sleep.
The next morning I raced over to the farm. I got there early and Sarah was not there. I didn’t worry, I figured that she was at the store or something. I hung out near the barn and farmhouse and actually got some work done while I waited. She came rolling in, dust billowing up from her jeep. She hopped out of the jeep and retrieved a large bag from the back of the jeep.
I walked over to her and said “Hi!” She said: „There you are working again. You know: My dad can’t stop talking about you. He goes on and on about what a great worker you are!“ She went on to then say: „I’m glad you are around for different reasons!“, and smiled at me.
We walked down to the pond and I carried the bag. It was a little heavy and I inquired as to what was in it. She replied: „Just some things to help us.“ We got to the pond and walked onto the dock. The day before was raining and cool, but today, the sun was out it was humid and the temperature was already in the 80’s. The pond looked awfully inviting and I readied myself for swimming by taking off my work boots and tee shirt. She lifted off her shirt and dropped her cut offs to reveal a great bikini. It was a floral print of little sunflowers and she filled it out great. The back of the bottoms were very narrow and almost like a thong. I loved the way the muscles in her ass cheeks ever so slightly bulged around the suit.
I began to think about was to happen and my heart quickened it’s pace, both out of excitement and nervousness. She reached into the bag and handed be a scuba mask and then some fins. She then said: „Let me see that!” and I handed the mask back to her. She squirted some anti-fog fluid on it and then rubbed it around and dipped the mask in the water quickly. She said, that the mask was going to help me. But if I felt more comfortable, I could go with out it. I said that I would wear it (mostly because I wanted to see her better underwater!). We put on our fins and mine fit perfect. I now knew why she needed to know my shoe size. We dropped off of the dock and into the water. She was not wearing a mask and when I asked her why, she said she likes the feel of the water on her face and does not like the way the straps bind her hair.
She said we should just swim around a little, she wanted to show me some things. The pond was about 50-75 yards long and about 50 yards wide. I did not know how deep it was, but the water was crystal clear. Sarah’s dad told me he had dug the pond with the intention of turning it into his own private fishing hole, but had not yet gotten the chance to stock it. He said that there were a few little panfish in it but nothing big yet. He also said that he did have to dig deeper than the geologist had told him to get to the artesian well, but was glad that the soil was only sand and gravel.
Sarah said follow me and dove out and then down. I took in a deep breath and followed her. She kicked ever so slowly, but methodically and seemed to magically propel herself down. The bottom of the pond dropped off rather sharply and I gauged her to be down at least 20 feet already. I continued to follow her, but already felt the need to breath build. She stopped and turned to watch me. She motioned with her index finger to come to her and I ignored the need to breathe for the moment and swam down to her. When I got to her, she took my hand and asked me if everything was OK by giving me the OK symbol and hunching her shoulders. I gave the OK sign back, but started to kick to the surface. I looked up and the surface seemed to be along way up. I kicked harder and let go of her and swam for the surface. On the way up, I felt like a wimp and that I had let her down. She surfaced beside me and said: „You did good!“ „Don’t worry, you will be staying down for minutes in no time!“ I said: „I don’t know, but I hope so.“
We swam back over to the dock and moved into water where we could stand. She climbed back onto the dock and grabbed two weight belts from the bag. She went on to show me the correct way to put it on and she explained that these were diving weight belts. All you have to do is pull out this buckle and it will fall off of you. „Just remember, right hand release!“, she said.
We stood in the water and she began to coach me. First she said just relax. She said that the trick is to try and fool you brain that you do not need to breathe yet. She said that almost everyone can last over two minutes without breathing, they just don’t know it and neither does their brain. She said to take some deep breaths, but to exhale as far as I could and inhale normally. She said that this would help to purge my lungs of CO2. She said CO2 was what triggered the brain to make you want to breathe.
We hung onto the dock and pulled ourselves to the end of it. She said: “Take some deep breaths and then go down and just relax.” I followed her directions and dropped down. She followed me down and we sank to the bottom. She sat down and I kneeled on the bottom. The sand was soft and cool and some tiny fish swam around us. She blew me a kiss and some bubbles escaped from her lips. I smiled and then she started acting like a striptease artist, grabbing onto her bikini top straps and pulling them off her shoulders and then back up. She then grabbed the sides of her bottom and pulled them up high on her hips. She stood up and turned to show me her suit crammed up into the crack in her ass. I was mesmerized and she moved onto her back and rolled around on the bottom. She then took off her fins and played with these for a while, by rubbing them against her pussy. I was feeling the need to breathe, but fought it. I tried to tell my brain that everything was OK and that I could make it a lot longer. This actually seemed to work, as the need subsided some and I continued to watch her. After some more time, she swam up to me and sat on my lap. She then kissed me on the cheek and blew some bubbles on my neck and into my ears. I was totally turned on and she realized this and reached down and stroked my suit where my penis was bulging to get out. I was starting to really need to breathe and decided to release the weights and swim up. I released the buckle and as promised, the weights fell off of me and I began to float up and kicked myself to the top. I took in a breath of air and then looked down to see her pulling herself up one of the lines securing the dock to its anchor with my weights in the other hand. I lifted my head, took in another breath and swam over to help her. We got to the surface and swam over to the shallower water. She was really excited. „You did great!“, she screamed. „My watch shows 1minute and 15 seconds!“ She said: “I was surprised and suddenly felt a new sense of confidence.” I said: „Well, I had been trying to practice all week, and I think that this combined with what you told me was the trick!“
We continued to practice this way. I took a little weight off, so that it still would hold me down, but I could still swim up to the surface without releasing it off of my waist. We also began to swim around while practicing and after about 5 or six dives down I was beginning to feel like a real pro.
She then said: „Take off your belt, I want to show you something!“ I took off my belt and she did as well. We swam on top of the surface out into the middle of the pond and she said: „Get ready to go down!“. We took some deep breaths and I followed her down. The pond was much deeper here. In fact, I could barely make out the bottom, but spotted a large silvery object at the bottom. As we went down, I popped my ears and could feel the pressure. Approaching the bottom, I could see that the object was actually an old fuselage from a small plane! All of the paint was off and it’s shiny aluminum skin was reflecting the faint sunlight. The wings were missing and the windows and doors were gone as well. I was a little intimidated by the depth we were at. I guessed it to be about 35-40 feet and bolted for the surface. I could not believe how long it took me to surface, but I made it with no problem. She hung down longer and surfaced about 10-20 seconds later. She explained that her dad had read how aluminum objects could be used for creating an artificial reef and had sunk the plane in hopes of enhancing his fishing hole luck.
We swam back to the dock and she said she had something which would help me stay down as long as she could. She reached into her bag and pulled out a little canister. It was about a foot long and about 2 inches in diameter and had a mouthpiece at one end. She said that this was like a mini scuba tank. It was usually used as an emergency back up for divers, but she said that it would give me 2-4 minutes of air depending on how much I breathed.
She said that it was her fantasy to make love in that sunken plane. She said that she would actually swim down and pretend she was trapped in island sealed to her fate. She would then begin to masturbate and would come before having to surface. However, she again emphasized how she really wanted to be with a partner down there and wanted me to be it. I said I was more than willing to try, and we stripped off out suits, grabbed a little float raft and floated ourselves out to the plane. As we swam out, she would occasionally dive down and fondle my dick and I would sometimes dive down and play with her breasts and stroke her pussy. We fooled around a little more as we treaded water over the plane and then she said she need to prepare herself and said get ready.
She held onto the raft and began to meditate. Her eyes closed and her breathing grew very shallow. I sat there and watched all of this. It continued on for about three minutes and then she said: „Get ready!“ I grabbed the air canister and took some deep breaths. With a few deeper breaths, she started the stopwatch on her wrist, let go of the raft and sank below the surface. I grabbed one more deep breath and followed her. We had put our weight belts back on and this helped to pull us down. With all of our fooling around. My dick had gotten rock hard and watching her glide down towards the plane got me going even more. I had tucked the canister in between my hip and the weight belt so that I could swim easier. We reached the plane and she swam in through an opening on the side. I followed her in. It was really a weird feeling to be in this thing. A few fish swam around, the water was blue green and a little cooler here and there was Sarah. She seemed to be almost in a trance as I swam into the plane. She moved into the middle of the plane and laid on her back. I swam over and got into position. I needed to breathe so I took the canister out and put it in my mouth and took a two deep breaths and set aside. My dick was as ready as ever and I slipped it into her pussy. She was also ready to go, as there was plenty of lubrication even with the water. She was also quite tight and
after a few thrusts, I was fully in her.
We settled into a rhythm and through the mask I could see she was really enjoying things. She was looking right at me and then looked around. I figured she must have been fantasizing about being trapped. I needed another breath, but held it for as long as I could. This seemed to heighten my excitement and it felt like my penis bulged even more. I continued to fight the need for air and she even seemed to like this. Finally, I couldn’t take it any more and grabbed the canister and took
three more breaths. I paused in between the last two and took a deep
one on the third.
Sarah took a quick look at her stopwatch and went back on to enjoying the sex. I also was wondering how long we had been down, as it seemed like several minutes as well. She grabbed onto my ass and pulled herself onto me even more. I picked up the pace and she responded to this by grabbing my head. A few bubbles escaped her lips and then she opened her mouth and arched her back. No more bubbles escaped her mouth, but it was wide open and her eyes were closed. I took another 2 breaths and was afraid I was using up all of my air. I decided to push it this time and hope we were near the end. We continued on humping. She reached out and grabbed onto the sides of the fuselage and I quickened the pace. Her eyes opened up again and she smiled at me. The need to breathe was again upon me, but I was determined to make it. I used the urge to breathe to put more power in my thrusts and we fucked harder than I have ever fucked.
Soon, she let go of the side of the plane and one hand grabbed onto the bottom of the plane and the other the bottom of her thigh. I could feel her vaginal muscles contract and as she began to orgasm a little bit of air escaped her lips. I was able to glance at her watch and the time in it read 4 minutes, 21 seconds. Her orgasm built and my head started to pound. I really needed air, but I was also starting to cum and I did not want to pause to pick up the air canister. She was now just about out of control. Her pelvis was smashing into mine and her head was jerking up and down. I felt the first signs of an orgasm in my balls and dick and at the same time felt my lungs and throat burn with the need to breathe. I felt like I could no longer hold in the air in my lungs, throat and mouth, but I fought as hard as I could. All of the sudden, I shot my first load into her. It felt like I had ejaculated with such power, I expected to see sperm come out of her ears. Two more squirts and I was done. At that exact moment, she reached for the canister and took in some breaths. I watched as the air she had been holding for several minutes was now bubbling up and hitting the ceiling of the plane. I couldn’t hold out any longer and let the air explode out of my mouth. My own bubbles mixed with hers on the top of the plane and as I was about to inhale the water, she stuck the mouthpiece into my lips. I grabbed the canister and inhaled deeply. I took another breath, and as I filled my lungs as far as they could go, the air gave out. I signaled this to Sarah by holding the canister out and shaking it. She signaled OK and we swam out of the plane. I started to swim up and she grabbed my leg. My initial thought was: „No way, not again… I
need air!“ She stopped my ascent and pointed to her lips and started to blow out air and then swam up a little. I caught on and released some air as we headed up. I was surprised at how much air I was able to blow out and realized she had saved me from exploding my lungs as I ascended.
We both broke the surface at the same time and sucked in deep lungfulls of air. She said: „I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you to blow bubbles when you go up!“ „I’m glad you caught on!“ I responded: „THAT WAS AWESOME!!!“ „Lets do it again!“ She said: „Uh oh, it looks like I have created a monster!“
That summer, we spent a lot more time together. I eventually became a great breath holder and could match her 4-5 minutes. The best was doing it in the plane at night with no supplemental air!