“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’tinsiston 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 lingeringflavor.
It wasn’t lost on Graham howdisturbingit was that he had to think about sucking off acreatureto eat out a hot girl. It would have been understandable if he’d needed to imagine blowing aguyto get the job done—but some fantasytentacle 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.”
“She what…?” Graham glanced at Wendy, who was squealing with the other drunk girls. “Why would she…?”
“She was proud of you, man,” Ryan slurred, punching him in the arm. “You finallymannedup.” He nudged Graham,annoyingly. “She said she gave you a little sucky, sucky, too. How was that? She any good?”
Graham’s disgust deepened. “Seriously? That’s none of your business.”
“She seemed to think so. What’s your problem? Guys talk about this shit all the time—whose girl fucks best, who sucks cock like a pro.”
The guy was gross. Even if Graham had enjoyed the experience with Wendy, he wouldn’t have bragged about it to his friends.
