We begin with home video footage of a young boy and his mother in a doctor’s office. It’s one of those feel-good Youtube clips of a child getting his first aural implant. The boy is cute, his mother is nervous and but trying to sit still. We focus on her for a second, wondering if she’s our guest this week… Then the audiologist leans in – her fiery orange-red hair hanging down loose over her shoulders, a warming smile, a pretty face. She tinkers with a small plastic implant on the side of the boy’s head, then turns to her computer and taps a few keys… Turns back to him, looks him in the eyes, and then says, “Hello Richard…” The boys eyes light up…
The rest of the brief moment of joy, mother crying, audiologist smiling – is played out in silence as our guest introduces herself in voice-over.
She speaks in a soothing, smooth tone and we note a clear American accent (not too strong and from the educated northern states). “My name is Helen Mahr… I’m 43 years old, and… If you’d told me ten years ago that I’d be here today, doing this… I would have thought you were crazy!”
We cut to a shot of her walking along a river-bank in idyllic countryside. Now dressed in sensible walking clothes rather than her medical white coat. Her face soft, but with clearly defined features – nice jaw, strong nose, good cheekbones… Soft, smooth skin.
She’s not in a rush – everything about her whispers, ‘relaxxxxxx’. As she strolls she passes a couple of men on the bank, fishing. They sit on little fold-out stools with their long rods already in place, bags containing packed lunch, flask, bait box, etc. She looks at them briefly as she passes – they stare at her, evidently more impressed by her than she is by them.
We cut between this shot, and photos of her which match up with what she’s saying in her voice-over.
We see photos of her as child, happy family snaps of a pretty little girl and her parents, high school prom shots of her with an all-American boy as she says – “I was born in New Jersey… Had a very nice life. Good parents, nice boyfriends. No trauma of any kind…”
Back to her on the river-bank, talking direct to camera. “That’s not what brought me here…”
Shots of her at college, medical school, socialising with young men, her graduation. She looks great in all of them – never the Instagram model type, more the all-this-and-brains-too type, good looking, but better because we know she’s intelligent. “I studied hard, partied hard, graduated in the middle of my class. Got a job… I’ve always been respectable.
Shots of her with a handsome young man, then wedding shots of them, then a map of globe – a dotted line plotting a course from the east coast of the USA to the south coast of Wales… “I specialised in audiology… And I met Gareth at a conference in New York. I moved to be with him in Cardiff – and we’ve been together ever since.”
Back to her walking along the river-bank. No more photos, we’re now talking to her as she walks – her addressing the camera direct. “Gareth is a great doctor, but a pretty terrible husband… I knew when I married him that I would have to be second to his work, but I didn’t expect to be second to his damn fishing!” She pokes a thumb backwards to the men fishing on the bank behind her. “And then with me in third place, I certainly didn’t expect him to find the time to cheat on me…”
Cut to her standing still by the river, in close-up, looking surprisingly relaxed and un-hurt considering the story she is telling. “I found out that he was having an affair with one of the nurses in his department. Hospitals are a great place to get easy sex, but a terrible place to keep secrets… I know the nurse he’s been sleeping with – I used to consider her a friend… When you’ve always been the good girl, it hurts to find out that the people around you, who you know and trust, have been unfaithful, or deceitful to you. He’s been claiming that he’s going fishing – then going to see her instead. So, I’m here today to get some revenge… And to have some fun… And to RUIN his hobby for him!”
We cut to a shot of her walking along the river-bank again, heading toward another angler a little further downstream. We hear her in voice-over again, narrating her own actions. “We’re going to see a friend of my husband – coincidently the husband of the nurse Gareth has been seeing… To enjoy a little bit of kinky fun…” She raises a hand and becons us with a red fingernail to follow her.
As she walks, we swing around to look at the angler. He’s a slightly younger man, and wears a slightly hurt face. We hear him in voice-over now. His accent gravelly and Welsh. “I’m Dr James Thomas… I’m a friend of Helen, and, until recently her husband, Gareth. We used to fish together… Gareth and myself. Then he told me he was staying home to spend some quality time with his wife… When he was really having ‘quality’ time with mine!”
Helen arrives next to him and he barely moves in his fold-out seat. They are both very conscious of the cameras pointing at them – and for the remainder of the sequence they seem fairly self-conscious about it. Conversation stilted, and all movements are played to the lens.
The American redhead talks to him rather than the camera, “Hello James… Are we ready to have some fun?”
We cut to shot of James as his voice-over continues, “When Helen told me her plan I was a little disgusted… But the more I thought about it, the more perfect it seemed… We both get some revenge…”
As he talks Helen is beginning to strip off. Coat off and dropped onto the grass beside the track. Her sweater then peeled up over her head to reveal a red basque corset top that doesn’t belong under such a boring sweater (but does match her fingernails). Her boobs, big and round, are pushed up and forward by the lingerie – presenting them almost like a gift to anyone who gets the chance to see her.
James continues his voice-over, “And to be honest, I’ve always wanted to see Helen with her clothes off doing something… Anything.. Disgusting!”
She continues, removing her jeans – unbuttoning and unzipping, then wriggling them over curvy hips to reveal red g-string panties that match the corset. It’s a nice sight. Pale, but very smooth, curvy – but mostly in the right places.
James continues, “Neither of our partners know that we know about them… They won’t find out until they see this video!”
Helen sits back on the grass bank to untie her shoes and pull them off so she can pull the jeans over her feet. As she’s undressing, she speaks to the angler rather than the camera. “I’ve been getting more and more excited about this… It was supposed to be something rude to spite him – but the closer we’ve got to today – the more I’ve wanted to do it for myself… For pleasure… And when these guys – “, she indicates the cameras, “ – said they would like to put this on the show… Well, I couldn’t wait to get started!”
James smiles a little. “Well… We’re ready and waiting for you…”
He reaches over the side of his chair, and pulls on a tube net that leads down into the water. We see a few fish twisting and flapping around. James continues, “It’s a bit strange actually trying to catch the smaller fish… I had to keep reminding myself not to throw them back.”
Helen seems very happy to see the fish writhing in the net. “Oh my… That’s so… Real…” She looks up at the camera and smiles, “This is really happening…”
We cut to a shot of her sitting on the ground, propped up on her elbows, flattened grass around her bottom, her knees wide apart and up in the air, feet flat on the grass. She’s already holding a glistening brown trout – which wriggles around in her hands, doing its best to get away from her and back to the water, gasping hard for air.
She looks up at us and checks, “Do I just start now?” – and once she receives confirmation that she should, she simply lays back – holding the fish firmly in one hand, and reaches down with the other to pull the gusset of her g-string over to the side, exposing a very neat and tidy pair of pussy lips – with just a dot of red public hair above it.
She moves the fish toward her pussy, and lets its mouth, still gulping for air, touch her lips, pushing it gently between them – just millimetres deep – and sliding it up and down the crack… Which immediately results in her letting out an excited little yelp, leaning back a little more, arching her back, and pushing her crotch forward toward the camera.
She slides the fish slowly up along her pussy lips until its mouth is against her slightly protruding clit. It continues to gasp and gulp for air, its mouth opening and closing, the lower ‘lip’ stroking across Helen’s clit – making her yelp just a little louder.
We cut to see her face – a broad smile, lips parted, big white teeth shining, her tongue poking out just a little as she takes pleasure from the fish’s touch.
“Oh my Gaaaaaad!” She gasps as she holds the wriggling fish in place.
Then she’s sliding it down her pussy lips again, pushing a little deeper, edging it toward vaginal opening itself, pushing in harder – making the head disappear up to the beady little eyes, pushing in and out… Her whole body shakes, and she raises her hips again, tensing her stomach, shivering – as the young trout’s head disappears into her cunt.
“OOooooooohhhhh, myyyyyyyyy…” She gasps, letting her head fall back for a second, then bringing it up so we can still see her beautiful face – and that ecstatic grin.
She bends forward slightly, twisting her wrist, gripping that fish tightly, so that she can push it deeper – pulling it out a little before each push, wanking herself on the live cold-blooded animal. With its head in her cunt and its body gripped firmly, there’s not much chance for this one, but we can see from its tail that it’s still flapping around, trying to escape. We assume that the gulping and thrashing is continuing inside her body too – its head, clamped by her soft and warm vaginal walls on either side, must be the strangest environment it’s ever experienced…
And Helen continues to fuck herself – looking into our camera as she does it… Her jaw fixed in a half smile, half gasp… Pushing the fish in and out, now the front three or four inches of the smooth scaly beast held inside her pussy. In and out, in and out… With her gasping and squeaking from the excitement of the moment. Mainly looking down at her own pussy to watch the fish going in and out, but occasionally looking back up into camera to let the viewers at home know that, “This feels sooooo nasty!” Her American accent really emphasizing the words ‘naaaAAAsty’.
We cut to a close-up of her pussy – watching the fish being slid in and out of her flesh. Every three or four strokes, Helen pulls it entirely out so we can see that it’s still gulping, its eyes building, gills flaring – still working left and right trying to escape her grip… Failing – then being stuffed back in, mouth – then eyes, right to the gills, then held there and jiggled around a little.
The whole time, Helen is letting out little sqeaks and squeals of delight. “Oooohh, yeaaahhhh” and “Nasty…”
We cut to a wider shot, Helen at the bottom of frame, on the ground, on her back, propped up on one elbow, her other hand between her thighs, fucking herself with the fish, giggling and swearing – in the background, just down stream, a couple of fishermen minding their own business, unaware of what amazing sights are just out of view – and sitting behind her, with his line still in the water but definitely watching her rather than his float – Dr James.
Back in close-up – on Helen’s fish-filled pussy – as she slowly withdraws the animal… It’s barely moving anymore. Just about fucked to death… Looking at Helen, and her spread out pussy, we almost feel like this is a good way to go!
She brings the fish up past her red corset, to her smiling mouth and gives it a little kiss – pausing and posing for the camera, pursing her lips to kiss its almost motionless mouth. Then letting her pink tongue slip out and touch the fishes head, licking up from the nose to the top of the head in teasing little flicks. She looks at it, trying to see if it has anything left… Looking into its little black eyes for signs of life. The gills are still flared, but the mouth is barely moving.
She opens her mouth and playfully teases our viewers that she’s going to put the fish head in there… Inches it closer, then wraps her lips around its gaping mouth and closes as if to give it a blow-job… Holds it there for a second, smiling a little at the feeling of the cold head in her mouth, then half giggles as she tries to blow the fish up like a balloon… And succeeds in blowing it’s gills out… Making the fish give one last sudden, involuntary thrash – and she drops it, tosses it a couple of feet away in surprise… And laughs again.
We cut to a close-up of the fish on the toepath by the river. Barely moving, pink flesh sticking out of its gills.
“I guess I just fucked a fish!” She says with a smile, looking up into our camera. Moving her shoulders and head to the side, a sexy little shimmy. Adding, “I liked it…” She giggles and then sings quietly, almost to herself, (to Katy Perry’s ‘I Kissed A Girl’) “I fucked a fish and I liked it…” And laughing to herself.
She looks down at the net and the two little juvenile chub fish that are still very much alive and wriggling. Smiles. “I guess it’s your turn next!”
We cut to a close-up of her reaching in, trying to take hold of one of them, then the other, them slipping between her fingers, her squeaking and giggling as she tries, before finally coming up with one in each hand. They are about 8 inches long, three inches tall at the dorsal, perhaps an inch and a half thick… Green/grey coloured, glistening, and wriggling around in her grip – almost as if they are keen to get started! She grips them tight, her long red fingernails almost piercing their sides.
Helen looks around to Dr James, and asks, “Can we eat these guys?”
“Chub? Yes. They cook up lovely.” James confirms.
“Cool!” Says Helen, raising the fish upto eye level, looking right at them. “I’m gonna fuckya, then I’m gonna eatcha!” It’s hard to reconcile how attractive and intelligent she is, with how disgusting her ideas are.
She sits back down on the river-bank, with a little difficulty as she has a wriggling fish gripped tight in each hand, and in the process those lovely tits of hers pop a little from her corset. Seeing them sticking out, hard nipples visible, is the cream on the cake for us. It’s funny how a nice pair of tits can turn us on even AFTER we’ve seen their owner fucking her pussy with a live fish in a graphic close-up!
She brings the fish up to her boobs and begins to circle her nipples with their wet heads, moving them inwards toward her nipples, putting the fish mouths over them – letting them bite/suck her hard nipples. Smiling broadly at the sensation, “OOoohhhhh!”
She stretches the moment out, using the fish for her own deviant little pleasures… Enjoying the feeling of them on her nipples almost as much as she enjoyed the trout in her pussy.
Then leaning back against the grass, she runs one of the fish down over her corset, giggling, and then sliding him down between her thighs… Rubbing his face against her pussy the same way she started with the trout… His mouth still opening and closing as she pushes it slightly between her already spread pussy lips, sliding the mouth up to her clit, and holding the mouth over it, letting the fish gasp over her, fleshy little lips almost sucking/chewing on that sensitive little button of nerves…
She tosses her head back again, loving every second of this fishy action. Still pressing the other fish up against her nipple with her other hand, gasping, “Oh God…”
Spreading her thighs wider, shifting her behind on the grass, writhing a little – then having another bright idea… Keeping the one fish on her clit, bringing the other down from her boob to her wet pussy – spreading her thighs wider, her pink pussy lips almost opening themselves up – and then she feeds that fish up in between them – pushing it in and out – its head disappearing, gills deep, into her flesh…
Every time she pushes it in, she takes a deep breath, her chest swelling outward, the corset stretching, her boobs escaping a little more, and every time she pulls it out again, she breaths out with a long sigh. The whole time she keeps the other fish against her clit, rubbing it as it gasps for breath.
“OOooooooohhhhhh, this is… Ooooooommmmmmm!”
The whole time she’s been doing this, Dr James has been sitting on his little fishing stool watching on. One hand slid down into his trousers, gently fondling himself at the sight of his former friend’s hot red-haired wife laid out on the river-bank infront of him, legs spread, wanking herself with a couple of juvenile chub… One up and down over her clit, the other in and out of her pussy. Alternating strokes, loving every second of the smelly, slimy, cold action…
But now, after watching her quietly for a good ten minutes of fish fucking – he slips off his stool and lays down on his belly to her side, his head near hers, and starts whispering to her. We don’t catch the first couple of words, but then a boom microphone is moved closer to pick him up…
“… fish, right in your pussy… Dirty American slut… You like that, eh? You want to do that..?” He sounds both abusive and charming at the same time – taunting her, but from the look of her, it’s with something she definitely wants.
We cut to a few seconds later, she’s now up on his little fishing stool, leaning back, her legs spread out wide, and he’s between her thighs, a fish in his hands, still gasping – it’s mouth opening wide, desperate for oxygen… Helen is reaching down, around the outside of her legs and under them, gripping the back of her thighs and pulling them apart, spreading her pussy lips…
Dr James is folding and squeezing the fish’s tail and pushing that into the pink gap… Easing the fish back – and it’s looking panicked as it feels flesh taking hold of it’s body, bit by bit… It’s mouth now opening even wider, like it’s trying to shout for help… A couple of centimetres wide… Wriggling a little – we can imagine its tail trashing inside her, but with nowhere to go.
Helen has brought the second fish from her clit up to her mouth and is ‘kissing’ it – letting it gasp around and suck on the tip of her tongue, which is pushed out of her sexy lips… She giggles and gasps a little.
And then the doctor is pulling his trousers down a little, pulling his cock out – it’s not particularly large, but it’s already nice and hard, and hooking the top of his pants just below his balls. He eases forward and pushes the end of his member toward the wide open, gasping mouth of the fish in Helen’s pussy… And then pushes it in, slow and careful, the fish’s mouth being pushed open wider to take it, until it can’t open any further, at which point our mics pic up a quiet, cracking and ripping noise as it’s jaw disconnects and it’s head cracks open…
Helen gasps, feeling the fish swell inside her as James’ cock slides into it… One hand reaching up under his arm, taking a handful of his shirt, the other still holding the second fish to her mouth.
He’s half a dozen strokes into her (and the fish), and he’s already beginning to struggle. She’s a hot enough woman, but the added pressure of being on camera, and using a fish as a living condom, is too much for him…
She moans as the fish sucks on the end of her tongue, the corners of her mouth twisting up into an unmistakable smile – and the combination of that sight and sound under him, leads to Dr James thrusting extra hard pushing the fish a little deeper into her snatch, splitting its head right up, and holding himself inside her… Shaking a little, typical male orgasm dumb smile on his face…
She gasps at the deeper invasion and swelling in her pussy. Whining, “Ooooohhhhh, yeeaaaass!” She’s not cumming, but she knows he is… Shooting his load into the fish in her pussy.
They hold this position for a few moments, him arched into her, shivering, her legs around him, the fish still hold to the side of her head – turning to kiss it, then lifting her head up to give the good doctor a kiss too. Then offering him the kiss, which he also kisses…
A minute later, him pulling his cock out of the dead fish in her pussy, then sitting back… We move into close up and stare at the broken chub head sticking out of her ginger cunt… Watching as she tenses her muscles, spreads her thighs, and slowly helps the fish to ease out of her… It’s like agonizing slow motion, more and more of the fish sliding slowly into view, then suddenly the rest of it slipping out on one quick slop…
Helen reaches down and grabs the fish, bringing it quickly up over her face and tipping it up like a Coke can, its yawning, broken mouth a few inches above hers… Dr James’ cum dribbling out and dropping down onto her tongue, other fluids mixed in, and as it gets thicker and darker we suspect she’s most likely getting the entire contents of it’s stomach as well… She forces herself to swallow it all, looking increasingly unwell as she goes… Breathing hard, forcing a smile for the camera.
We cut to a very brief shot – a moment later, Helen on her hands and knees, her pretty round arse in the air, big tits hanging down, as she throws us into the grass – the cum and fish gut cocktail clearly not to her taste – and then cut to a final shot of the three used fish, in various states of destruction – one with it’s gills blown out, the second with it’s jaw broken and head ripped open, the third – laid between the others, still gasping for life… And we mix through to… The same three fish, now being prepared for cooking…
A polite little dinner party, two couples – Helen and her husband, Gareth; Dr James and his wife, the unnamed nurse – all very well behaved. Helen is handling the video recording with her iPhone, laughing and joking with her friends… Dr James – a skilled surgeon, of course, is doing the prep work on the fish fillets (skin on), then placing them in a frying pan – commenting that he doesn’t need to add any seasoning or sauces because they are “pre-flavoured”… He gives a knowing wink to the camera – confirming to us that these are the chub that were used to fuck Helen – one of them being the fish that he ejaculated in whilst fucking her… Their partners will eat the fish before they know what’s going on…
We cut to the image of plates being placed on the table, and hear Helen’s smooth American accent as she films her husband and his mistress, noting that they should, “Eat up – and then I have a special video for you guys to watch…”
She turns the camera around to herself and gives a big wink – and we fade out on the happy dinner party. Unfortunately, Helen didn’t make any reaction videos for the premiere screening of her fish-fuck, we hope it went well for her.
THE END, for another week.
Addendum: This is only a story. Sexual intercourse with fish is cruelty to animals in real life and should not be practiced.
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