Below the Dock

"Watch people kiss touch here."

I quivered at the feeling of her lips planting the same soft kisses she did everywhere else, but this time on the revealed skin of my pelvis. Each millimeter of my flesh got attention as she moved downwards, wrapping a hand around each of my thighs. It was an agonisingly long time before she finally made contact with my labia, which was hot with need. She paused for a moment, tried another kiss, hesitated again, and then came back in a long, sensual smooch with my lower lips. I let out a pleasured breath and leaned my head back again, but only for a moment. A tremble tore through my body at the slightest intrusion of Nairad's tongue to lap at my slit. Another lick sent shivers, and I heard Nairad speak through the water again.

"Like taste."

She returned with passion, licking and kissing my sensitive sex in ways that somehow brought even more heat downwards to my pelvis. Nairad's hands moved off my waist and around my body to hold onto my butt, pulling me into her mouth. It was heavenly, but that meant nothing when she finally decided to delve past the surface layer.

I bit down on my cheek to keep from moaning as her tongue began to squeeze past my folds and probe into me. I had experienced having a partner eat me out, but Nairad was unfathomable. Not only was her tongue noticeably thicker than a normal person's, likely due to her size, but there were strange bumps and ridges along the flesh that dragged across my insides and stimulated every nerve. Despite my thighs clenching around Nairad's head with enough force that it could probably crack a watermelon, she never faltered. If anything, her hands on my butt simply pulled me further into her, allowing her roughened tongue deeper access.

And deeper did it go. Inch after inch, I was left gasping and baffled as Nairad's tongue was far, far longer than any normal person could ever manage, even one as tall as her. All of it was covered in the same hardened ridges that made me tremble as she licked through the entirety of my tunnel. She could even reach deeper than the dildo I used to have, thanks to her tongue still having flexibility enough to squeeze further as the end of my pussy narrowed. I could taste blood in my mouth, wrought by my teeth digging into the flesh of my cheek to keep from screaming as Nairad somehow slurped at the deepest bits of flesh within me, the wall that meant no further.

I squeezed Nairad's skull with both hands and curled my fingers through her hair in a desperate attempt to keep a grip on reality, which rapidly slipped when Nairad gave an experimental flex of her tongue. I could feel myself clenching around her in response, and I swore I heard her purr like a cat.

I had no choice but to succumb to the single most powerful orgasm of my life when Nairad finally began eating me out for real. Maybe she knew what she was doing, and wanted to give me indescribable pleasure. Perhaps she just really liked how I tasted and wanted to enjoy a meal. Either way, her tongue began twisting and curling inside me in ways that I couldn't describe if given a lifetime to try.

Every bump, every ridge, every nub, and every roughened texture of Nairad's flesh within me worked in motion, dragging wonderfully against my most sensitive skin. A cob of corn attached to a power drill would be the most accurate way of describing Nairad's actions, but that still wasn't even close to giving her the proper respect. Her tongue curled back on itself, thickening the intrusion, but still managed to remain nestled just as deep as before. Nairad simply had more than enough of her tasting organ to reach my cervix, twist on itself, and slide back out until the thin tip of her tongue exited my folds and curled upwards to lap at my throbbing clit.

Each muscle in my body tensed in unison, but remained firmly clenched in position like I was holding a live wire. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, all that existed was me and the impossibly long tongue that was providing sensations I couldn't comprehend. On the other end, Nairad seemed more than happy to keep me that way. She was licking my clit, my folds, my g-spot, and my cervix all at the same time, keeping me in a feedback loop as my own pleasure caused me to tighten and flex around her, leading to another burst of bliss.

In record time, I flew up the mountain of my climax again, and barely descended before cresting the summit once more. As the mermaid relentlessly delved for a fourth orgasm in two minutes, I had to strain and push against her. She was extremely strong and seemed completely unbothered by my efforts, forcing me to try and desperately slap her face a few times to try and get her attention. Thankfully, it seemed to work, and all of her movements stopped under the pitiful assault of my hands on her cheeks. As If retracting a measuring tape, I felt her tongue slurp back into her own mouth. The entire way, it dragged through the same path, causing the tip to enter me once more, pull to the very depths of me, and then ease out of my folds altogether. The sensation was just as pleasurable as her eating me out, and I had to grip back onto the ladder for dear life as I gasped and twitched with the fading remnants of multiple orgasms flowing through me. Nairad's head broke the surface of the water, and the look on her face almost broke my heart- it was concern and fear.

"Alice okay?"

I sputtered on my words, trying and failing for several moments before finally emitting a clear sentence.

"Just... hold- hold on a minute. That was too much."

"Too much?"

"Too much." I reaffirmed. When Nairad's gaze saddened, I quickly laid a hand on her cheek to bring her attention back to me.

"Not in a bad way! That felt amazing! I loved it- it was just too much, too quickly. I couldn't handle what you were doing."

Her emerald eyes seemed to gain a little bit of their sparkle back. "Sorry. Taste good."

"I bet." I gave a small, flushed laugh. "You were really digging. You have one hell of a tongue, you know?"

Nairad almost seemed to break out into a grin, her lips parting to let inch after inch of dark pink flesh emerge. The first small section of her tongue seemed identical to a normal human's, except for an odd split down the middle. As more emerged, the differences became apparent. I could see her neck flexing oddly as if she were gulping, but instead of the movement going downwards it went up in time with her revealing tongue. After the first four inches of the tip, the flesh of her tongue visibly hardened and protruded outwards like the gears on a machine. It formed an oddly appealing pattern as it spiralled down the organ which continued to stretch from Nairad's mouth and towards my face. The tip actually held in place just a few milimeters away from me, only shifting slightly as more of her tongue appeared and dipped down beneath the water.

After what looked to be two feet of hardened pink flesh passed between Nairad's lips, the movement finally ceased. The fleshy tip twitched and playfully licked at my nose, eliciting a giggle.

"Wow."

For no particular reason, I leaned forward and kissed her tongue- a quick, teasing peck that caused both of us to laugh. Nairad's tongue flicked back and met my lips again. Out of idle curiosity more than anything, I let my mouth open. Nairad apparently took the opportunity as an invitation and slowly let her tongue enter the cavern of my mouth. It was like the strangest sensation of french kissing I had ever experienced. Nairad explored every crevice like she had my pussy, and on that same topic, I could taste the faintest sense of myself. It was like when I would lick my fingers after masturbating. It was not an inherently good or bad taste, but it was distinctively 'me'.

Meanwhile, Nairad's tongue curled and flexed into my mouth, almost dancing with my own while also brushing up against my teeth. I let my eyes close, and Nairad continued to enjoy herself. Eventually, I felt her tongue slip past my tonsils and slide into the entrance of my throat.

I liked to pride myself on my ability to deepthroat. Now, most wouldn't usually think that a lesbian like myself would be skilled at the act, but I had discovered early that my lack of a gag reflex made it not only possible, but strangely fun. In fact, I would often make it a game to blow up the same kind of balloons used for balloon animals and see how far I could swallow it.

But this was unlike any dildo I had ever deepthroated. Usually, bumps and ridges are not ideal in any circumstance when trying to swallow a toy like that, but the flexibility of Nairad's tongue allowed the hardened imperfections to not be an issue at all. It slithered into my esophagus under its own accord, and aside from my inability to breathe, it was actually quite comfortable.

After a very long intrusion, I felt one of Nairad's hands clasp around the back of my head and gently pull our faces together. I wasn't sure if she had swallowed part of her tongue, or if she had somehow slid all two feet inside me, but our lips connected in a sensation of bliss.

I would have liked to have stayed there forever, but unfortunately oxygen was a requirement. When I began to break away and open my eyes, Nairad seemed to understand exactly why and quickly retracted her tongue. From how much pulled back into her mouth, it certainly seemed like she had in fact managed to fit most of the organ in my throat. New record for me.

I gasped for air and smiled. Nairad also grinned, and we simply stared into each other's eyes for several moments.

Until I heard the snapping of a twig behind me.

I flinched my head to the noise, eyes widening as they landed on a humanoid silhouette moving from the brush beside the trail. I could barely register a burst of silent movement beside me as Nairad vanished under the water with blinding speed, but I reached for the flashlight on the edge of the dock and fumbled for a few moments before turning it around and pointing it in the direction of the noise. As the light of the beam drifted over the edge of the trail, it passed over the form of Sasha, stumbling over a rock. She held up a hand in front of her face to block the light and swore.

"Gah, what the fuck, dude?"

"Sasha?"

I tilted the beam downwards, allowing her to remove her hand and get a better look. Her eyes softened at the sight of me, and I saw her visibly sigh.

"Oh, good. I thought you were Johnstien. The fuck're you doing up?"

"I uhh, I went for a swim."

"Humph." Sasha smirked. "Then why are your bottoms over there?"

Sasha pointed, and I followed her gaze to my missing swimsuit bottoms floating gently in the water a few feet to the right. I blushed and looked back at her.

"Why did you sneak out?"

Sasha chuckled and stepped onto the dock, reaching into her pocket and procuring a small plastic baggie with several small cigarettes.

"Because I needed a smoke and those fucknuts would lose their shit if they knew." She pulled out one of the cigarettes and stuck it between her lips as she sat down cross-legged at the edge of the dock right beside me. "Want one?"

Another light came into existence, illuminating her face as she held her lighter flame to the end sticking out of her mouth until it caught a smolder. I shook my head. "Nah, I was just about to head back. I've been out here for a while and Mrs. Carmichael is a pretty light sleeper."

"Eh, fine by me. 'Night."

I regained my composure and gently swam out the short ways and grabbed my missing bottoms before returning to the dock. As I climbed the ladder, Sasha gave a playful squeeze of my butt and grinned.

"Next time you come all the way out here just to fuck yourself, feel free to invite me next time."

I smiled to myself as I stood and walked over to the towel sitting on one of the chairs.

"I might just do that."