Doug's Scuba Lessons

Your eyes are locked on to some wetsuit booty, so you make your way to Doug's Scuba Lessons. People seem to first visit this blonde bombshell at the counter, and fill out some paperwork, or pay for the lesson or something. She's got a nice figure and some awesome cleavage under her half-zipped wetsuit, but you've put your dick in girls at counters enough recently.

Doug himself is ushering a line of scuba students onto a bus, so you jump in line behind them. Once you approach, however, and he sees you, looking unprepared and disgusting in your filthy sweat pants, he starts yacking about how you need to visit Kathy for registration.

"Nonsense, Doug," you tell him, and call back over your shoulder to the blonde at the counter, "hey Kathy, get me some gear and bring it onto the bus for me. You can register me or whatever if you want, but only if you take off your wetsuit first." Doug seems satisfied with this, and simply waves you onto the bus.

The bus is just about full when you get on, and from the scuba students to teacher's assistants, not a single rider is anything other than a babe. You grab a seat next to a young woman with a skirt over her bikini, clutching her scuba mask nervously in her lap. "Hi, I'm Mallory, what's your name?"

"I'm David," you say, staring at her pendulous titties, trying to see if the bulge in the centre of each one is fabric or nipple.

"Hey David. You a scuba noobie too?"

You pull the cups of her bikini to the outsides of her tits. You palm her heavy, natural boobs and feel the firm bumps of her nipples press into your hands. "Naw, I don't use scuba gear," you explain while tweaking her nipples. "I'm invincible."

"Oh, that's nice, I wish I were too! I'm honestly so scared I don't know if I can do this."

"Don't worry," you say, one hand squeezing and massaging her tit, the other pulling your dick out of your pants. "You are invincible too. Especially if you're sucking my dick," you say, pulling her head down on to your cock.

"Oh, mmmm mmmmm's gggggggghg," she says, mouth full of dick, but obviously reassured.

As the bus sputters down the jungle road, Doug stands at the front and prattles on about safety crap. You look around and watch the titties on the bus jiggling as Mallory bobs up and down on your cock with every bump in the rocky island road.

Across the aisle from you is one of Doug's assistant teachers, recognizable not only by their confident swagger but also their Doug's-branded wetsuits. She's an island girl, tan and fit, with dark hair braided in rows along her scalp. She leans across the aisle to whisper to you. You lean in to hear her and to stare down her half-zipped wetsuit. "Way to help out the new girl," she says, punching your shoulder encouragingly. "Sucking dick is great breath training, and builds confidence too."

Doug hears the whisper, though, and doesn't appreciate the interruption. "Kira, you have some scuba wisdom to share with the other students?"