Chapter 6
Graham awoke to a warm, sticky kiss that tasted of watermelon, pressed firmly to his lips. He opened his eyes to find Wendy lying next to him, her hand resting on his lower stomach—just an inch or so above the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
“What…” Graham cleared his throat, adjusting and pushing up on his elbows. “What’s going on?”
“I missed you,” Wendy cooed, her mouth close to his. “So I came back.” Her hand drifted casually into his crotch, cupping his erection. “I think you missed me, too. Were you dreaming of me?”
Dream images flittered through his mind—warm, slick, pulsating tentacles pleasuring him in ways no human ever could. He thought he should be disturbed by these recurring dreams that sparked raging erections, yet somehow, he only craved more of them.
“I, uh…” He cleared his throat again, sat up, and tried to slide away from her touch, but her hand stayed cupped around his aching bulge. “I don’t… I don’t remember the dream.”
“Must’ve been about me.” She scooted closer, squeezing his crotch.
Graham’s face pinched, his oversensitive cock responding to the pressure of her hand.
His nuts felt like steel ball bearings, sucked tight against his body, and so full of cum he thought they might explode.
“I’d hate to think some other dream girl was getting you this worked up. ”
“It wasn’t…” Graham breathed shakily.
“That’s good. I’d be so jealous.” Wendy continued massaging his package as tension gripped Graham, his lower abdomen knotting, nearly curling him forward.
“Stop…” He grabbed her hand, his voice trembling.
“Why?” Wendy slid up against him, nuzzling his neck, her full breasts barely contained by her bikini top, pressing against his chest. “No one else is here. We’re both horny.
I don’t know why you keep putting me off, but now is the perfect time for us to…
” She squeezed him harder, and Graham gasped. “… do the deed.”
Graham was breathing too hard to speak, his senses sparking wildly as all his blood rushed to his dick. He felt dizzy and almost disoriented as Wendy unfastened his pants and reached inside his underwear, her slender fingers sliding around his engorged shaft.
“Uh!” Graham squeezed his eyes shut as she began to stroke him, pulling him free of his briefs.
His hips spasmed as his throbbing flesh slid into her mouth, and she began to suck lustfully on his cock.
“Uuhhh…” In Graham’s mind, the dream creature engulfed his erect member, its tiny suckers latching on, each little mouth sucking at him while the sheath pulsed and throbbed with mind-blowing suction.
Oh fuck. Graham instinctively lifted his hips, as he had in the dream.
“Mmm,” Wendy moaned around his dick, sucking wetly, taking him deep into her throat as she stroked his shaft with her delicate hands.
Fuck-fuck-fuck. Graham clenched his jaw, his throat constricting, his tendons bulging as, behind his clamped eyes, the creature sucked him off. “UH!!” Graham gasped sharply and came, spilling his load down Wendy’s throat.
Wendy moaned and sucked him harder, swallowing every drop. When she finally raised her head, her blue eyes were glazed with lust. She wiped her mouth and smiled. “See how good that was?” she panted softly. “Bet you wish you hadn’t waited so long to let me blow you, huh?”
Graham breathed heavily, his head dropped back, and his eyes closed as his chest heaved.
When he opened his eyes, Wendy had removed her bikini top and was slipping out of her shorts.
He wanted to tell her to stop, but didn’t know how without sounding like a selfish asshole.
She’d just sucked him off—and he’d let her.
Now she expected him to return the favor.
The thought of eating her out didn’t appeal to him and even made him feel a bit queasy, but what the hell was he supposed to do? Could he really say no?
Wendy discarded her shorts and bikini bottoms, then pulled Graham on top of her. She wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips, rubbing her wetness against his deflated cock. She kissed him, and her tongue tasted of his own cum.
“I’m so fucking horny,” she panted through the kiss. “I know it’ll take a moment for you to get hard again, but until then…” She pushed him down her body, and he complied out of sheer obligation. “You’ve never eaten me out,” she moaned. “I want to feel your tongue in my pussy so bad.”
Graham slid between her spread thighs, the heat from her pussy warming his face as her juices glistened on her shaved lips.
Just get it over with. Graham spread her open, hesitated, then ran his thumb over her slick, plump clit.
Wendy whimpered and grabbed her breasts, squeezing and pinching her own nipples.
“Yes, baby,” she moaned. “Lick my pussy. Eat me. Make me cum so hard.”
Staring at her exposed center, Graham breathed deeply and went for it.
Wendy shrieked and grabbed his head, clutching his hair in fists as her body writhed, her hips lifting and falling, riding the waves of ecstasy.
She let out a series of short, shrill gasps and cries, her nails gouging his scalp as she tensed.
She cried out sharply as the orgasm burst. Graham started to draw away when she pulled his face back into her drenched pussy.
“More…” she whimpered. “Make me cum again… finger-fuck me while you eat me…”
Her flavor saturated his tongue and coated his mouth—not a pleasant taste.
Her grip on his head was unyielding; she wouldn’t let him go until she was satisfied.
Graham went back in, trying to imagine other scenarios to keep his stomach from lurching.
In his dreams, the creature had been inside his mouth, excreting a sweet, delicious nectar as he sucked on its pulsating flesh.
He imagined the slippery juices in his mouth now were the creature’s nectar.
“Finger me, Graham!” Wendy cried as another orgasm swelled inside her.
Graham slid two fingers inside her and began stroking as her slick inner walls squeezed his digits.
“Yes… yes… yes…” Wendy humped his fingers while clutching his head and grinding her clit against his tongue. “Oh god! Oh god! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!!” Her body jerked, and wet heat flooded his fingers as her vaginal walls clenched tightly.
Please let her be done.
A hard shudder ran through the young woman, and she sagged against the bed, her grip on Graham’s head easing.
He took the opportunity to back out from between her legs, using part of the blanket to wipe his face and fingers, though her scent lingered, clinging to his skin—her taste strong in his mouth.
“Oh fuck…” Wendy grinned, exhausted. She slid her hand through her hair and moaned.
“Oh my god, that felt so fucking good.” She looked at Graham, her eyes glazed.
“Why didn’t you want to do that sooner? You’re so good.
Your tongue…” She groaned loudly. “You really know what you’re doing with that thing. ”
Graham didn’t. But it wasn’t rocket science, he supposed.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, wondering whether it would be rude to grab some mouthwash and sanitize the inside of his mouth.
He knew it would have to wait, though, as Wendy rolled onto her side and pushed up against him.
Her hand went to his dick, stroking the softened flesh.
“How long do you think it’ll take you to get hard again?” she moaned into his mouth. “I really want to fuck before the others get back.”
It would take nothing short of a miracle for him to achieve another erection.
“Would it help if I sucked your dick?” she whispered. “Give him some inspiration?”
“I think I just need a short rest,” he said, hoping she wouldn’t insist on blowing him again.
She sighed. “Okay, I get it. Guys need downtime after getting off.” She smirked, poking his chest. “You’re such a flawed species. Girls don’t need downtime. God should have designed you guys better.”
“Yeah,” Graham laughed weakly. “Maybe so.”
Wendy crawled off the bed. “I’m all… sticky. I’m going back in the water.” She pulled on her bikini and shorts. “Come with?”
“In a few,” Graham said. “Need a moment to… recuperate.”
She laughed. “Wait till later. You’ll need a week to recuperate from what I do to you.” She tittered, then sauntered out of the cabin.
Graham got up, found his toothbrush and mouthwash, and went to work, thoroughly cleansing his mouth of her lingering flavor.
It wasn’t lost on Graham how disturbing it was that he had to think about sucking off a creature to eat out a hot girl. It would have been understandable if he’d needed to imagine blowing a guy to get the job done—but some fantasy tentacle creature?
The most troubling fact was that he was certain the Lochlan Tales storybooks somehow inspired these strange dreams. I don’t remember reading THOSE kinds of stories in the books. The Lochlan creature in the stories was simply a fun, friendly entity from outer space.
A creature that his grandfather had named after the love of his life.
Graham tried to put it out of his mind as the pontoon boat returned to shore and he was ushered aboard with a fresh supply of beer.
The others were already well soused, though not yet “falling down” drunk—but soon.
He wasn’t sure it was smart to have a boatload of drunk teenagers out on the water.
His experience from the previous night warned of potential risks.
Somehow, Graham managed to avoid Ryan for most of the afternoon, but his luck ran out around early evening, when Ryan cornered him. By then, everyone except Graham was three sheets to the wind.
“So, uh…” Ryan splayed his fingers in a peace symbol and flicked his tongue between them. “Eh?” He grinned and arched his eyebrows, eyelids heavy.
“What?” Graham stared at him, confused, and a little disturbed and disgusted.
“Licky, Licky.” He nodded at Wendy. “Huh?”
Graham felt sick. “What’re you talking about?”
“She told me.”