Submitting to the Lake Monster: A Three Story Bundle

by Nancey Cummings

  Alice cleaned herself with a tissue while the man went behind the counter for her order. She was going to have cum all over her today like icing on a cake. The man produced a single candle. “Beeswax. No fragrance and hand dipped.” Alice paid with two gold pieces.

  The phone vibrated with new directions before she left the candle shop. Alice recognized the next address. An avid reader, Mr. Aquetong frequently sent Alice to the bookstore. The bell over the door rang as Alice entered the store. The interior was cool against her skin and the held the comforting scent of dry pages and dust. No one stood behind the counter.

  Alice saw a ladder attached to a railing at the side of the store. She began to climb. Near the top, a clerk finally came over.

  “You can’t be up there,” the clerk said.

  Alice paused in mid reach and looked down. The clerk, a woman with short blonde hair and a sweet round face, was directly below her and had a clear view up her dress. The woman’s face was a little pale.

  “It’s okay. I have it now.” Alice grabbed the book and began her descent down.

  She missed the last step and pitched forward, into the woman. “Oh!” Alice blushed and fluttered her eyes as she pressed herself against the woman, making full contact with her perky breasts.

  Color rose in the clerk’s cheek. Just the response Alice wanted. “Can I help you with something?”

  Alice smiled. “I bet you can.” Alice took a moment to smooth down the front of her dress, still shamelessly undone down three buttonholes. “I need to pick up a special order for Aquetong.”

  The woman nodded. She disappeared into the back of the store.

  Alice scanned the store, considering her options. Men were dumb creatures, easily lead by their dicks and the promise of a blow job. The previous men had not been a challenge. They had been tasks to complete and check off a list. This was an actual challenge.

  Alice climbed on to the counter and faced the door, waiting for the clerk to return. Women had never appealed to her but now the idea was overwhelming. When the woman emerged, book in hand, Alice spread legs wide.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’ve never been with a woman before,” Alice said, voice husky with desire. “I’d like to broaden my horizons.”

  “You can’t…”

  Alice spread the lips of her pussy with one hand. The air was cold against her hot sex. This stopped the clerk’s train of thought but not all her objections.

  Unable to take her eyes away, she said, “Someone will come.”

  “No one will come,” Alice said. This was true. She didn’t know why, but all her activities were shamelessly public and not once were she and her partners disturbed. What were the odds? No knock on the office door. No other vehicles in the parking lot. No customers during the morning rush at the bakery. They enjoyed brief protected from outside eyes. Alice couldn’t explain how.

  No further encouragement needed, the clerk sank to her knees and pressed her face again Alice’s aching pussy. She inhaled deeply and sighed, pleased with the scent. “Honey and sunshine,” she said. “I bet you taste incredible.”

  Alice leaned back, resting on her elbows. The clerk’s lips hovered over her pussy, her breath hot against exposed flesh. Tension rested heavy in her stomach, a strange mixture of first time nerves, genuine excitement and overwhelming lust.

  The clerk’s tongue slowly traversed the inner folds of Alice’s pussy, hot and wet and wonderful. With the skill of a seasoned practitioner, the clerk’s tongue circled her clit, applying a teasingly light amount of pressure. Alice’s body responded immediately; hips lifting forward and back arching. She was miles from orgasm but she knew she could sprint to the finish line. Not orgasming was going to be a challenge. Alice did not want this sensation to stop.

  The clerk rose, pressing close to Alice who wrapped her legs around her waist. Alice tugged at the clerk’s shirt, removing it and her bra hastily. Finally, her breasts were free, just as perky as Alice thought with rosy hard nipples. Alice took a breast in her mouth, rolling her tongue over a nipple.

  The clerk pushed up against Alice and sunk three slender fingers into her tight pussy. Alice gasped. Long and slender, a woman’s fingers were so different from the apprentice’s rough fingers. Why hadn’t she done this before?

  Eager to try something new, Alice slid her hand down the front of the clerk’s trousers, slipping between panties and soft skin.

  Alice held the clerk’s warm pussy in her hand. The heat was incredible. It quivered. It actually quivered.

  Alice pushed herself off the counter and traded places with the clerk, tugging down her pants desperately. Now completely naked, the clerk spread herself for Alice and she had never seen something so divine.

  Blonde hair lightly covered her pussy and the flesh a dusky purple, engorged with desire.

  “I could come just looking at you,” Alice said, realizing it was true.

  “Do it.”

  “Not today.”

  Alice light kissed her pussy, an experiment resulting in a slight salty tang and the aroma of concentrated sex; in short, amazing. Her tongue flicked the clerk’s clit, who responded enthusiastically. Alice kept her tongue employed on the clit and pushed two fingers into her channel. The clerk was wet and muscular, gripping Alice’s fingers tight. Alice curled her fingers for the clerk to come and she did with a loud cry.

  Alice sank to the floor. The clerk slid lithely down and joined her, dressing herself between kisses and strokes.

  “We left a wet spot on your counter.”

  “Leave it,” the clerk said, pulling the shirt on over her head, mussing her hair.

  “How did I do for an amateur?” Alice asked, leaning in for a kiss.

  “Not bad. No technique but potential. I suggest regular practice with a qualified tutor.”

  Alice smiled, unsure if she should continue her education. It was a brand new world and she certainly enjoyed herself.

  Alice reached for the book, forgotten on the counter. The book was leather, handmade with heavy pages. The cover was hand tooled and featured symbols that Alice did not recognize. Like runes but her eyes hurt looking directly at them.

  “Every year Mr. Aquetong orders a book like this,” the clerk said. “They’re so lovely and expensive. What does he do with them?”

  “Journal,” Alice said. A similar book sat on his desk.

  “That’s a lot of money to spend on a journal.”

  Alice shrugged. “The rich do odd things with their money,” she said and produced two gold coins from the bag.

  The next message directed her to an iron works.

  The heat of the foundry braced against her skin. Sweat immediately formed between her breasts and in the small of her back. The dress clung to her figure. Despite the office being at the front, the forge heated the entire building. A large, industrial strength fan circulated warm air. Alice stood in front on the fan, aware that the hem of the dress fluttered dangerously high and sweat plastered the thin material to her bottom.

  A rough hewn man with large, calloused hands led her into the business office and gave her a delicate iron bell engraved with a complicated pattern for two pieces of gold.

  Alice took a step towards the man. “It’s gorgeous.”

  “I did the pattern myself.”

  “You have talented hands.” Alice clasped one massive hand between both her hands. The skin was rough from work and heat but surprisingly nimble. She craned her head back look at him. He was nearly a foot taller than her. Funny. Mr. Aquetong was larger than the average man, but she never considered herself tiny next to him. This iron monger made her feel miniscule, like she was standing at the foot of a mountain with a strong urge to go climbing.

  Confidently, she undid the fly on his trousers and pushed him down into a chair, straddling him. His meaty hands gripped her buttocks, each hand holding a cheek, as if molded for each other. He was erect already, his hardness pushing into her thigh. Wet and ready, Alice lifted her dre
ss and easily slid onto his short but thick member.

  Alice gasped with pleasure. He filled her nicely; girth enough for satisfaction, not too much to be uncomfortable. He buried his face against her neck, hot breath against her sweat slicked skin, and she rocked back and forth.

  “You can be loud. No one can hear us over the racket out there.”

  “Thank god,” Alice said with a moan. Her cries of delight match the rhythmic squeaking of the chair. Sex was no fun without some noise.

  “Harder,” he said, gripping her hips tightly. “Put your weight into it.”

  Alice pushed herself down onto his cock with more force, enjoying the bounce back from his pelvis as he thrust upwards into her. His cock didn’t fill her completely the way Aquetong’s did but it was lovely and she enjoyed the ride. Finally, on the edge of orgasm, his member began to pulse and twitch. She was going to come but didn’t want to stop. She wanted his fat cock in her when she went over the brink.

  With a half strangled cry, Alice pulled away just as he shot his load. Hot sticky seed leaked out of her pussy.

  Laughing, Alice lowered herself down onto his lap and his now flaccid member and gave a thoughtful kiss. She did it. Right on the cusp of orgasm and she stopped herself. She had the self-control. She couldn’t wait to tell Mr. Aquetong.

  The phone vibrated. The iron monger took her breasts out of her bra and was playing with her nipples as she checked the text message.

  “Come to the lake.”

  Chapter Four

  Alice carried the boat and the items to the grassy bank of the lake. Waiting was Mr. Aquetong’s completed journal. Her phone vibrated. New instructions. She followed the latest directions. Ankle deep in the water, she set aside the empty book and placed the old one in the boat, next to the bell and the bread.

  About to place the candle in the center, Alice heard footsteps rustle on the grass behind.

  “This is a ritual,” Alice said, not turning to face Aquetong. She sensed his warmth behind her, pressing against her. The girl with the eldritch gold wove a spell to collect these items.

  Aquetong’s hand settled in the familiar spot on the curve of her hip. The other hand brushed hair away from her neck, exposing delicate skin. He placed a tender kiss in the spot only he saw. Aquetong’s tail curved around her waist and his arm draped over her shoulders, a blue-green limb against her pale flesh, scaly skin soft and supple.

  His skin was scales. All of it, from his bald head to his toes, a silvery blue-green spread of scales. The whiskers around his mouth, then tentillum, formed the shape of a well groomed goatee. They tickled when he nuzzled her curve where neck joined shoulder.

  Alice stroked the small fins at the side of his head, where ears would be on a man. He closed his eyes at her touch on sensitive skin. A shiver went down his spine.

  Alice leaned into the lake monster for warmth. All those people today and she preferred his touch, craved it. Wet all day, her excitement dripped onto her inner thighs. It was amazing her dress wasn’t plastered to her with damp and dried semen. She followed instructions all day. She was ready for her reward.

  Alice looked at the candle in her hands. The candle was long, not too thick and tapered at the top. She rolled the candle between her hands. The wax released the soft scent of honey.

  “Give me the candle.”

  One webbed hand lifted the hem of her dress and the other skimmed up her inner thigh. Alice shivered. Her reward was close.

  “Not yet,” Aquetong said, as if sensing her thoughts. Perhaps he noticed her body’s obvious arousal, no mind reading required. With so many partners and the constant flirting with the precipice of orgasm, Alice should have been exhausted but she wasn’t. She was more ramped up than ever. Wound tightly, she would explode if he didn’t give her permission soon.

  His strong fingers cupped her sex and parted the lips. Alice moaned. Exposed to the cool lake air, the hot flesh of her pussy throbbed.

  The narrow end of the candle entered her easily. After all the abuse her pussy took today, she was not raw or swollen, just ready for more. She needed more, desperately. He pushed the candle further until the sensation became uncomfortable. Her muscles stretched tightly. The flat of his palm rested against the lips of her pussy, the candle entirely inside her. He worked it back and forth, the pace slow and deliberate. Her frustration increased. She was ready to come so hard. Anything could send her other the edge. It was all she could do to stand there, letting him fuck her with the candle.

  “Please,” Alice begged.

  “Not yet.”

  Aquetong removed the candle, the waxed dildo sliding free. Quickly, he buried his face in her crotch and gave the smallest flick of his tongue. Alice grabbed his head, knees suddenly weak.

  Rising, Aquetong said, “I love the smell of beeswax.”

  Alice’s lower lip trembled uncontrollably.

  Aquetong smiled, a strange slash across his face with too much teeth showing. “Soon, sweetling. You’ve been most obedient, most devoted today but I need you to do one more thing.”

  “I did it,” Alice said, tears leaking from her eyes. “I stopped myself from coming and I wanted to so bad but now…” She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She would break into a million pieces if he didn’t touch her again.

  He kissed her, deeply and with promise. Calm flooded into her. He whispered instructions. Soon.

  In the center of the boat, she placed the candle and lit it, gasping in surprise at the unusual flame. The candle burned blue, creating a halo. Slowly, it expanded to engulf the objects and finally the boat itself.

  Alice pushed the boat into away from the shore.

  Aquetong hugged her from behind, large arms encircling her. “Book, bell, candle and bread, all purchased with eldritch gold.” His voice in her ear made her shiver in anticipation.

  “What does the ritual do?”

  “It’s for my family, for the sleepers in the deep. It buys me another year above the water.”

  Webbed hands pushed up her dress. Exposed, both hands grabbed her hips and pressed her back towards him, onto the hardness of his erection. “Were you a good girl, Alice?” he asked, continuing to kiss her neck.

  Alice tilted her head back, revealing in the sensation. “No,” she said. “I was a shameless slut all over town. No modesty, no shame.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I blew the banker.”

  He growled, low in the throat.

  Encouraged, Alice recited her exploits as his tail, talented and flexible, skimmed the inside of her legs and parted her thighs. The tip of his tail brushed against the lips of her pussy. Evidence of her desire trickled down her thighs. By the time she got to the iron monger and his delightfully thick cock, she shook with desperation.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please, what?”

  “Please will you fuck me, sir?” Her back arched without conscious control. She ached for his touch and for his lust.

  “I need you to watch the boat, Alice,” he said. “Can you do that for me?”

  “Anything for you.”

  He growled low in his throat, possessive and pleased.

  The boat drifted towards the center of the lake, creating a shimmering blue glow on the water, brighter than the sunlight.

  Aquetong pushed Alice to the ground, onto all fours. Grass crushed under her palms, releasing a sharp scent. He tilted her hips and entered her from behind in one smooth motion. He filled her completely, from tip to tail, with no room to spare. No one else was close to this fullness. He pushed deeper into her despite there being no deeper spot available. She moaned, closing her eyes instinctively and letting her head droop; overcome with the sensation of his cock in her.

  A gentle hand raised her chin. “I need you to watch.”

  She opened her eyes. The blue glow engulfed the boat. Near the center of the lake now, it shimmered and danced.

  His hips moved against her, his scaly skin sliding along her exposed bottom. A
tremor developed in her thighs. Alice pushed back into him, enjoying the sensation of his skin slapping against hers. Eyes locked on the boat, she couldn’t look away. The setting sun was warm on her skin. The grass cool and sweet under her. She wanted to close her eyes and cry out but the blue burning boat held her gaze.

  Sensation was too much. Alice tried to pull away. Aquetong’s fingers dug into her flesh at her hops, pulling her back to him. Sense fled and her world narrowed to movement of his cock inside her. Tension built inside of her. She wanted to scream or to cry in delight, but could not.

  A large tentacle reached from underneath the surface of the lake. Several smaller tentacles followed, waving in the air. The boat bobbed in the wake.

  A cluster of tentacles waved in the air, as if looking for something, then they speed across the surface of the lake, towards Alice and Aquetong.

  Alice wanted to back away from the water’s edge. Frozen in place, she wanted to cry out in fear and surprise.

  The tentacles came closer, skimming over her face, her shoulders and her breasts. Aquetong continued to push his cock deeper into her. The tentacles wrapped along her legs and slid upwards. Even with the lips of her pussy firmly against Aquetong’s pelvis, the tentacles poked and pulled at her invasively. Her heart pounded with fear while she quaked pleasure approaching climax. Aquetong pushed into her, her inner muscles clenching in a joyous spasm, no longer able to keep up the rhythm. Monstrous tentacles with suckers pulled against her skin, the hair on her pussy and along her inner thigh. Several of the smaller tentacles rolled over her nipples, the small suckers catching and releasing like a hundred tiny kisses. Alice wanted to scream, this cocktail of fear and pleasure was too much to bare.

  Aquetong stroked her back, his massive hand calm and reassuring.

  After what seemed an eternity, the tentacles withdrew, sliding away and back into the water.

  The largest of the tentacles circled the boat and pulled it under.

  His body relaxed. He was just as nervous as she.

  “Come for me now,” Aquetong commanded.

  Released, Alice closed her burning eyes and cried out. All the anticipation mixed with recent fear and the strange tentacle caress rushed through her. The muscles in her thighs trembled and she finally dissolved into the pleasure that had been just out of reach all day. His cock pulsed inside of her before the warmth of his spreading seed.