She stripped down right there on the dock, the moonlight hitting her bare tits and shaved cunt like it wanted a front-row seat. The water was warm, almost thick, and she slid in without a splash. Her fingers were already between her legs, rubbing her clit in tight circles while she waited. She knew they were coming. The eels always found her when she was dripping and ready.
The first one brushed her ankle, thick and smooth, then another slid up the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs wider, feet planted on the slimy bottom. “Yeah, come on,” she muttered, voice low and filthy. “Get in there.” One eel nudged her pussy lips, then pushed. The head was blunt but insistent, and she felt her cunt stretch around it as it wriggled inside, cool and muscular. She groaned, hips rolling, taking more of its body. It was thick, thicker than most cocks she’d had, and it kept coming, sliding deeper until she could feel it moving against her walls.
A second eel found her ass. She reached back, spread her cheeks, and let it push in. The double penetration hit her hard; she braced her hands on the dock edge and started fucking herself on both of them, rocking back and forth so they slid in and out with every motion. They weren’t gentle. They twisted and coiled inside her, one eel’s body rubbing against the other through the thin membrane between her holes. She could hear the wet sounds, filthy and loud in the night air.
She came the first time with a sharp cry, cunt clenching so hard the eel inside her jerked and pushed deeper. That only made her wetter. She reached down, grabbed the tail of the one in her pussy, and shoved more of it in until she felt it bump her cervix. The stretch burned in the best way. Her ass was full too, the second eel writhing, its body coiling and uncoiling against her prostate-like spot until her legs shook.
A third eel surfaced, nosing at her clit. She grabbed it, rubbed the head against her swollen nub, then guided it to her mouth. She sucked it like a cock, tongue working the slick length while the other two kept fucking her holes.
Spit ran down her chin. She moaned around the eel in her mouth, the vibration making it twist harder. When she came again her whole body seized, and she felt the eels respond, pushing and thrusting like they were trying to breed her.
She lost track of how many times she came. The eels kept moving, relentless, filling her cunt and ass until she was drooling and babbling, “Fuck me, fill me, don’t stop.” One eel slipped out of her pussy with a wet pop, only to be replaced by two more that twisted together and forced their way in side by side. The stretch was obscene. She could feel her belly bulging slightly with the mass inside her. Her ass was the same, stretched wide around a thick pair of them.
Eventually she collapsed forward onto the dock, chest heaving, holes still stuffed and twitching. The eels didn’t leave right away. They stayed inside her, moving slow and lazy, keeping her on edge until she managed one last weak orgasm that left her limp and gasping. Only then did they slide out, one after another, leaving her cunt and ass gaping, cum and slick dripping into the water.
She lay there panting, fingers idly circling her used holes, already thinking about the next time she’d come back for more.
