Submitting to the Lake Monster: A Three Story Bundle

by Nancey Cummings

  The lash landed hard on tender ass, stinging already rosy pink skin. Alice gasped. “Hold me down, fuck me like this, balls deep in my pussy, pound me until I can’t walk and cum all over my back.”

  The sound of his zipper. “Red or green.”

  “Green. Fuck me. Green!”

  “Kneel in front of the bench. Rest your elbows on it.”

  Alice did as commanded.

  “Good. Now lift your ass.”

  Parrish slid in behind her, also on his knees. “I spanked this ass and now I’m going to fuck it. Why is that, Alice?” His hand grabbed the short hair of her sex and pulled. Alice moaned in torturous delight.

  “You can do whatever you want with me, Sir.”

  “Why, Alice, why?” His fingers were merciless, rubbing hard against her clit, spreading her slickness. The tyrant.

  “Because it is the only way I will learn!”

  His hands moved to her full hips and squeezed the soft flesh, pulling her back to his member. Wet and ready, he entered her without hesitation. As he sank in, her inner channel gripped his cock. The pace was slow and deliberate, the measured stroke of a reflective man not yet out of control. He did not go as deep as possible. The head entered, moved a few inches and retreated. His hands on Alice’s hips kept her at the same pace, like a leash.

  Alice strained to go faster, harder. A smack on the ass brought her back to speed. She moaned in frustrated delight. He plunged all the way in now, balls slapping against the tender pink skin of her ass. His hands dug into her soft flesh, forcing her back onto his cock. Alice shook with each successive slam, face pressed into the blanket, howling with satisfaction.

  The climax overtook her, her entire body trembling. Parrish paused, hand resting on the curve of her ass, letting her ride out the orgasm. When she finally rested, body weak, Parrish gave a short sequence of three more pushes. Finally, he pulled out and shot his warm load on her back.

  Alice laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” Parrish used a towel to gently clean her back.

  “If librarians were all this hot, I’d spend more time reading.”

  Parrish sat her upright on the bench. Finger under her chin, he guided her mouth to his for a light kiss. “You know what they say, sleep with a librarian. They can really teach you something.”

  “Tell me more about the benefits of my local library.”

  Parrish released her wrists. Carefully he examined each, turning them over and asked her to wiggle her fingers. “Any loss of feeling?”

  “Pins and needles.”

  “Thoughts on today’s lesson, Miss Lynn?”

  “Riveting but I’m a shameless teacher’s pet.”

  Chapter Five

  Alice received a text message. “Boat house. Don’t overdress.”

  The door to the boathouse was unlocked. Alice let herself in. Voices carried from the dark recesses of the building. “Hello?”

  No reply. She went further, following the dusty footprints left from yesterday.

  Alice opened the door to the docks, enveloping herself in warm air and humidity. Parrish and Aquetong waited.

  Aquetong reclined on the rough wood of the dock, athletic swimmers frame propped up on one arm. His tail curled around and swished in the air. The blue and green of his scales shimmered in the afternoon light. Alice’s heart swelled with joy. Four days apart and she missed this creature more than she ever thought possible.

  Parrish sat on a bench, adjacent to Aquetong. A black duffle bag sat at his feet. A thick blue blanket covered the floor. The men had been discussing something heated. Parrish looked flushed. “Miss Lynn, prompt as always.”

  “Sir? Is there something going on today?” Her gaze moved from Parrish to the lake monster.

  Aquetong spoke first. “What did you learn, Soren?”

  “She’s not a true submissive,” he said. “Eager to please, yes, likes it rough, but not willing or able to completely submit.”

  “What? No!” Alice protested. She failed. All those tests, the moments when she wanted to fight back, when resistance was in her, and she failed Aquetong’s command. “I did what I was told, Sir.”

  Aquetong’s voice rumbled. “I told you to submit completely, Alice.”

  “I tried!” Her eyes began to water. Alice clenched her fists, finger nails digging into the palm. She tried and failed and now he was going to dismiss her. This was just like at Midsummer, a test within a test and no one told her the rules.

  “You’ve been a terrible student, I hear,” Aquetong continued. “Defiant and prone to back talk and I couldn’t be happier.”

  Alice stood in confusion. “I don’t understand...”

  “This is your reward. Now I need you to take off your clothes.”

  She looked from Aquetong to Parrish. Man and monster had a grin on their faces. Parrish nodded and said, “You did well.”

  “I failed.”

  Parrish gave a slight shake of his head. “You cannot fight your true nature, Alice. It was my job to help you discover it.”

  “That’s a mean trick,” Alice said, when she found her voice.

  “No, love,” Aquetong said, “It’s not. Let me made it up for. Remove your clothes.”

  Alice stripped for the men, letting her summery clothes fall to the floor.

  “Bend over and let me see you.”

  Alice did as commanded. She bent over, exposing herself to Aquetong and Parrish. “Like this, Sir?”

  “You’re wet, Alice,” Aquetong’s voice had mock scandal in the tone. “Did you touch yourself before you arrived?”

  “No, Sir.” She had not, but she wanted to. Thoughts of the day’s lesson ran through her mind, ramping up her desire.

  “You’re gushing. You wanted to?”

  “Desperately.”

  Aquetong made a noncommittal noise. The tip of his tail dragged itself along her fold, the spine and ridges showing no mercy. Alice gasped.

  Aquetong’s voice rumbled, “I’m going to move you like a marionette, Alice. Can you do that? Be my puppet? Do as I say?”

  Alice swallowed the lump in her throat. Could she indulge in her deepest fantasy? She nodded.

  “I will tell you want I want you to do today, Alice. You will tell me if you agree.”

  “Yes, love.”

  “I want to see you fuck Soren here. Would you like that?”

  Another round with the librarian? “Absolutely.”

  “But you will only do what I say. No improvisation.”

  Thrilled desire raced through her. “Yes, Sir. May I stand?”

  Parrish’s warm hand landed on the curve of her ass. “Not just yet.” The other hand worked its way through the down of her hair, tugging slightly. Alice moaned. His fingers worked her slickness along her fold, plunging into her core and out again. Finally, when her knees began to knock, Aquetong ordered her to her knees.

  She knelt on the blanket.

  “Let him tie your hands,” Aquetong said.

  Alice held her hands out in front of her obediently.

  “Tell the man what you want.”

  “Please, Sir,” she said. “I want to suck your cock.”

  Parrish’s gaze swept over her, critical and harsh. “Why should I let you suck my cock?”

  “Because I…” Her voice faulted. Her gaze fell to the floor. “I don’t’ know.”

  His hand landed softly on her shoulder. “Take your time. This isn’t a contest.”

  Not a contest, but a test. “Because it would make me happy to give you pleasure, sir.”

  “Do you mean it?”

  “You have a gorgeous dick. I want it in my mouth.”

  “I would like that very much, Alice,” Parrish said.

  She knelt before him, hand bound in the front. Not nearly as tall as Aquetong, his cock came up to chin level. She never caught sight of his member during their previous lessons. The girth was impressive. Alice was able to take him in her mouth easily.

  Without use of her hands,
her head bobbed up and down, tongue travelling the length of his manhood. She devoured his dick, the member growing and swelling in her mouth. His fingers tangled into her hair, pressing her head into him, holding her fast. He pushed into her, fucking her mouth. His rhythm grew erratic.

  With a sigh, he pulled away.

  “Sir?”

  “On your feet.”

  She rose. One hand on her elbow, he steered her towards the boat rack against the wall. Parrish took her bound hands and lifted them above her head. He slipped them onto the rack.

  Alice hung in place, feet firmly on the ground. Her arms above her head thrust her chest forward.

  “Is that comfortable?”

  She nodded.

  “You will tell me if it begins to hurt?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good, Alice, because I want to lick the salt off your skin and then fuck you right here. Would you like that?”

  She glanced towards Aquetong. He lounged on the wooden floor near the water’s edge. His webbed hands gently stroked his massive erection.

  She nodded.

  “Speak when spoken to, Alice,” Aquetong said.

  “Yes, Sir. I would enjoy that.”

  Parrish took a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the pebbling pink skin. One hand kneaded the other breast. Alice moaned in delight. She shoulders ached at the joint from the pressure of hanging. The strain of stretched muscles made her lean into Parrish, increasing the delicious pang.

  “Open yourself for him,” Aquetong said.

  Alice parted her legs, standing with feet as wide as comfortably allowed.

  Parrish’s free hand stroked her pussy, fingers working into the damp fuzz. She was excited, dripping wet with longing. “How do you feel?” he asked.

  “Glorious,” she said.

  His finger sunk into her core easily. She was ready. “Yes, you are.”

  One finger was not enough. She was used to Aquetong’s girth and length. While Parrish had nothing to be ashamed of, his member did not compare to the enormous cock on the lake monster. She could accept more, craved more. Another finger slid in. Closer. She was filling up not completely stuffed.

  The third finger pushed its way in. Alice exhaled. Finally. Parrish drove the fingers deep, the palm of his hand pushing against her button.

  Alice quivered. With no way to brace herself, she hung there, tender and exposed and at his mercy. She whimpered.

  “Hush,” Parrish said. His hands cupped her bottom and he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Without resistance, he plunged into her grasping passage. She adored the way his cock filled her. She adored the look on his face as he propelled into her, each thrust rattling her into an anguished delight. Her hips rolled with his motion, matching the pace.

  The burning in her shoulders paled in comparison to the scorching heat where their skin touched. Her quivering was controllable. Thighs trembled. Hips bucked. Frenzied lust broke over her and she couldn’t help but cry out Parrish’s name.

  With his name still clinging to her lips, a pair of webbed hands lifted her from the hook. With supernatural strength, Aquetong easily removed Alice from Parrish and untied her wrists. Her legs happily wrapped around the slick hide of the lake monster, welcoming the familiar glide of his scales across her skin. Aquetong massive cock poked the entrance of her pussy. She wriggled, trying to encourage the object of her desire into her.

  Aquetong sank to the floor and lifted Alice, placing her on his cock. With a joyous squeal, she sank onto his hard instrument, letting its rigid length slide slowly into her, filling her, stretching her. Eager, Alice began to move, pushing down and rising with a shiver. She was close to the edge again.

  “Don’t be rude, Alice. Service our guest.”

  Alice reached for Parrish and licked her lips. She eagerly took him into her mouth. The salty sweet residue of herself from his cock melted on her tongue. Aquetong pushed into her, her hips rolled with the rhythm, and Parrish buried himself in her mouth. Alice wrapped her hands around his shaft and passed her lips over the head, focusing on the rigid. His hand gripped her hair, tugging and he released himself. Alice accepted his offering with glee and swallowed.

  Parrish leaned in and kissed her deeply. He reached down and worked a finger into the space between her pussy and Aquetong’s torso. He pushed on her clit, flicking without mercy. Alice tried to back away from the pressure, but Aquetong’s webbed hands held her in place. The climax welled deep in her, starting with a tremble in her thigh and worked into uncontrollable sobbing in her voice. She cried for mercy. Begged for release. These men were without pity.

  She came harder than ever before, the orgasm crashing through her, stripping her of energy. Aquetong’s cock pulsed and he bucked up into her, strong hands forcing her back onto his cock. The warmth of his seed spread through her.

  She sagged against Parrish, arms wrapped around his torso. “Good girl,” he said, stroking her hair.

  The monster’s cum dribbled out of her. She rolled off of Aquetong. “Who’s going to clean me up,” Alice asked, when she caught her breath. Parrish and Aquetong shared a look.

  Aquetong lifted her and held her over his mouth. His long tongue lapped at her inner folds, cleaning away his own seed. The tacky adhesion of the tongue pulled just enough to release the pleasure in pain. Alice squirmed and moaned in rapture. She didn’t think she had another climax in her, but there it was, bubbling to the surface. Alice pulled Parrish over to her and kissed him deeply.

  Aquetong lowered her to the ground and Alice whimpered in frustration. He placed her to one side, her back rested against his muscular chest. He rolled onto his side, arms slinking down to her legs and he pulled them open for Parrish. “Show yourself to the man, so he can see what he needs to clean.” His tail thumped the floor happily.

  Parrish lowered himself to the ground and pressed his face into her core. The flat of his tongue moved up her being, removing the last of the lake monster’s cum. Aquetong’s hands stroked her body, cupping her breasts and flicked her nipples. Alice stroked Parrish’s hair.

  “You said this was about trust but you lied to me,” she said. “Now you have to clean up this mess.” If the taste was off putting or the act humiliating, Parrish did not show it. Judging by the way he shifted to accommodate his massive erection, he enjoyed himself.

  “Help the man, Alice,” Aquetong said.

  Alice moved Parrish onto his back. His hard member stood at attention. Her tongue ran across her lower lip. She looked for permission from her teacher and her lover. Both nodded. Alice climbed on top. Despite being ridden hard by both man and monster, she was slick and ready. Her hungry pussy imprisoned his cock. Her inner muscles gripped him fiercely and she rode him hard, bouncing with force.

  The familiar cool skin of Aquetong pressed against her. Webbed hands cupped her breasts. His mouth nuzzled the curve of her neck, the fine tentacles dancing across soft skin. His erection pressed into her, sandwiched between their bodies. He grinded against her, letting the friction intensify the experience.

  She was coming again and not able to stop herself. Parrish lay below her, looking up with worship, hands grasping her hips, mouth seeking hers. Aquetong clutched her from behind, grinding his considerable cock against her. His hands squeezed and pinched her nipples. Alice cried out as the climax broke over her like lightning flashing across a summer sky.

  She moved on Parrish’s cock with a fever. “I need you to cum for me, Sir,” Alice said, voice panting. “Let me hear your voice.”

  “Alice! I can’t…”

  His hot cum sprayed into her. The scalding hot seed of Aquetong splash onto her back.

  Exhausted, she rolled off and rested between her teacher and her lover. When she finally caught her breath, Alice asked, “So what was in the box?”

  Aquetong laughed. “You could have just asked, Alice.”

  She shook her head. “You share your secrets right before I need to know them but I think it’s time
you shared your plan.”

  Aquetong’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. “Oh my sweetest thing. Secrets come easily to my kind, it is a hard habit to break.”

  “But why send me here? What was the point of that?” Why could Aquetong never just tell her what he planned or needed? Why the secrets and the motives hidden in games.

  “Did you not enjoy yourself?” Aquetong asked.

  Alice balled up a fist. “I had a grand time but that’s that not what I asked. Why send me away?”

  “Because of the glamour.”

  “Glamour? Working for you is not that glamorous.” Her job was barely a level above glorified personal assistant. It was a good job but hardly envious.

  Aquetong sighed. “A glamour. An illusion. My kind can...bewitch and make you do things against your nature. I needed to see if you were here of your free will, not because I clouded your judgment.” Fins laid flat against his skull and arms: sincere apology.

  Alice laughed. “You giant, insecure fish monster.” She kissed him, joy surging through her. “My feelings for you is one of the few true things I know. I’m not bewitched.”

  He smiled, toothy and the fine tentacles at his mouth waved in pleasure.

  “This has something to do with the abducted women. The children who look human but slowly grow more fish-like.”

  “My family has mated with humans before. I like to think those women were willing. Being with my kind does have certain benefits.”

  Alice nodded. Supernatural strength and endurance. An enormous cock. A tail. Fins. The sensory overload of scales against soft skin. Yes, there were benefits.

  “You want a child?” Her mind reeled. Aquetong, as dear as he was to her heart, was insecure. He shared her but needed affirmation that she belonged to him. A child would bind them together in ways singular and separate from the ways their flesh joined in union.

  She wasn’t ready for a child.

  “Not at the moment, but I need to know how it can be done.”

  “I think we know how to get it done.” The thought of becoming pregnant from Aquetong never crossed her mind. Was luck the only thing keeping her from being knocked up with a miniature lake monster?