I Fucked the Swamp Creature! (Monster Sex)
By Delilah Fawkes
“You aren’t scaring me, Brad!”
I splashed the jerk, flattening his frosted tips with lake water. I wouldn’t have agreed to go skinny dipping with him if I knew he’d keep trying to creep me out. He’d been reaching under the water and grabbing my legs just to be an asshole. He knew I had a thing about fish touching me. Every time I swam in this lake, I worried about a little fishy mouth sucking on my toe. Just thinking about it gives me the willies.
“Don’t be such a bitch, Krissy. I wouldn’t have come out here with you if I knew you were just going to bust my balls.”
He swept his hair back into place and scowled at me, his handsome face looking ugly.
“If anyone’s being a bitch, Brad, it’s you.” I crossed my arms under my tits, suddenly wishing I hadn’t ditched my bikini back on the rocks. I was definitely no longer in the mood for sexy fun times and just wanted to leave.
“I can’t believe this. First off, you agreed to come here with me after the party. I could’ve taken any girl there, but I was dumb enough to pick you.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. When did Mr. Charming turn into this guy? He was all smiles and laughs at the party, complimenting me and flirting. What the hell happened?
“Well maybe you should have picked some other girl. I’m officially over it.” I moved away from him, wrapping my arms around my body.
“You know what? I don’t need this,” Brad said, melodramatically. “I should just end it all!”
And just like that, he dove under the water. Waves lapped at me, and I blinked water out of my eyes.
“Brad?”
Bubbles popped on the surface, but there was no sign of him. Long seconds passed, and he still didn’t come up for air.
Memories of those videos they show in beginner swim class flashed before my eyes. Sometimes people goofing around in the water hit their heads on logs, or got tangled up in unseen weeds. Sometimes they drowned from the simplest things before anyone even knew they were in trouble.
I chewed my lip and tried not to panic. How long had he been down there? 30 seconds? 40? How long could he hold his breath? Should I go in after him? What if he was just messing with me again?
“B-brad?”
Was he… in trouble?
The water burst upward a couple of yards away, and I screamed.
“Ha! I got you so good,” Brad yelled, grinning. “You should have seen your face!” He laughed, sucking in air like a honking goose. I can’t believe just earlier that evening I thought that laugh was sexy.
“Fuck you, Brad! You really freaked me out.”
I turned and swam, just wanting to get away from him. My powerful breast stroke took me out toward the far shore until Brad looked like a speck behind me.
“Fine!” His petulant voice echoed across the water. “You’re just going to have to find you own way back, babe. This is bullshit. I thought we were gonna do it!”
“Fat chance, Asshole!”
I kept swimming. There was bound to be a cabin on the other side of the lake. Maybe they’d let me use their phone. That was just like that jerk to ditch me once things didn’t go his way. Little did he know, I actually had planned to give it up to him earlier that evening. He’d been so hot and attentive, kissing me on the neck as we slow danced. His antics in the water were the only thing that changed my mind. He’d screwed himself.
And now I was pissed and all alone. Without my clothes.
Shit!
I swam over to the nearest rocky bit of shore and rested on a moss-covered outcropping. I’d have to go all the way back to get my stuff before I could ask for help. I couldn’t exactly walk up to some cabin buck naked. Although they might be willing to give me a ride and not just a phone call. The thought of me begging for favors naked made me laugh.
The woods surrounding the lake were pitch black, the trees staring sentinels. The sounds of the night encircled me. An owl hooting, the wind rustling through the pines; the gentle lapping of the water. I turned around, leaning on the smooth rocks with my elbows, taking in the expanse of the lake.
How far was it back to my suit? Was it that outcropping? Or the one a few yards to the left?
Without Brad’s headlights peeking through the trees, I realized I was lost. That fucker had already left without saying another word. Maybe he was going back to the party to try to pick up another girl. Maybe he’d try to get with Cindy, my best friend.
I sighed and leaned back, trying not to imagine her high pitched giggle as he flirted with her. The same way he flirted with me. Hopefully Cindy has better taste.
Something brushed my inner thigh, and I startled, looking down at the water. It was dark green in the daytime, and now it was solid black.
It was probably just a piece of lake weed.
I shivered and moved my legs further apart, trying to avoid whatever slimy thing was touching me. The cool water felt good on my pussy, caressing my folds.
Disappointment washed over me. No one would be touching me there tonight, that was for sure.
Something slick touched the inside of my other leg, and I spread them further, floating gently against the rocks. The moonlight playing over the lake was beautiful, and I watched the ripples, resting before the long swim back to wherever my clothes had landed.
Bubbles tickled my pussy lips, and I gasped. Was there some kind of vent here? I’d heard of some lakes having underground springs and the like. Another burst of bubbles hit my clit, and I sighed softly. God, that felt good.
I brought one hand up to my titties, running it lightly over my nipples, now puckering in the cool air. If it was some kind of underground vent, I might as well enjoy it. The tickling bubbles moved backward, stimulating my labia before passing over my tight hole and brushing between my ass cheeks.
Something about this was definitely weird, but it felt too damn good to investigate too closely.
Then, without warning, something slimy suctioned itself over my clit, sucking and slurping like I was a delicous dessert.
“AHHHHH! What the FUCK?!” I squirmed, trying to get away from whatever disgusting fish was trying to nibble on me, but strong, sticky webs gripped my thighs, holding me fast. I couldn’t escape.
I tried to thrash, tried to kick, but it was no use. That mouth kept sucking, and my whole body tensed. My clit felt like it was on fire, the suction making my pussy hum, pleasure building despite the terror coursing through my veins. I screamed again, the sound echoing through the darkness, reaching no one.
Something long and slimy like an eel darted out and began making slick circles over my nub, making me writhe, but this time I wasn’t struggling to escape. No man had ever treated my pussy like whatever the hell this was holding me captive. I knew I was drenched with arousal, my juices probably pouring into this creature’s throat.
“Ahhhhh! Nooo! Eeeeeeee! OHHHHHH!”
I shuddered against it, holding onto the rocks for dear life, as the relentless mouth slurped and licked and twisted. Suddenly, I was there, cumming harder than I thought was possible. I shrieked like a wild thing, my whole body shaking as my cunt spasmed, wracking me with waves of pleasure.
My thighs were still trembling, when the mouth detached itself. Bubbles broke the surface of the water between my legs, erupting like a geiser. What emerged from that black rippling still haunts my dreams.
It looked like a creature from an old horror movie: half man, half horrible fish creature. Gills framed each side of a green, scaled face, and soft, trout-like lips. Strings of lakeweed hung off its body, trailing back down into the depths.