Wels by Falsdoon and Amy's Realization - A Giant Catfish Story
[center]Wels By Falsdoon[/center]
Amy crawled out of the tent to find that it was a glorious morning at the lake where they were camping at. She could here Geoff inside still rummaging about getting his fishing gear ready. They'd all drew lots to see who would be paired to who at the swinger's club for this trip and she'd gotten him. She wasn't at all sure about this day's adventure but she was glad it would include Geoff, she liked him. Others were starting to stir around them as well and Amy knew it wouldn't be long. With a sigh and a queasy feeling in her stomach she started to get ready too.
All the couples were finally assembled on the long pier that ran parallel to the shore. The guys were going over their gear again and the ladies shuffled about, most looking either uneasy or had the flush of excitement that only a dangerous thrill could bring. Everyone was nude. Each spot along the pier where they'd be fishing had a video camera set up to catch all the action. Finally Mike, who was acting as judge for the fishing contest, walked up and hushed everyone.
“I'd like to thank you all for coming, especially the ladies, since we couldn't do this without you! Before we begin I want to go over the rules again. We'll be trying to catch the giant catfish called the wel. They get <span class="caps">BIG</span>. Big enough that there are stories about them being able to swallow a person whole, and we're going to find out if that's true today. Ladies, you're going to be the bait. You're going to be in the water until either one of these monsters grabs you or until you can make your fisherman cum by giving him head. Now guys, you only get one chance to land one of these beasties. If the lady makes you cum, you're out of the contest. If a wel grabs her and she can get out of the water, you're out of the contest. And the only way to win is to land one of these things with the girl inside. If that happens we cut her out and then have a really <span class="caps">BIG</span> fish fry tonight! Everyone's got their alibis in place that they're somewhere else this weekend right?…….good!……let's go fishing!'
Geoff helped Amy attach the belt about her waist that held the fishing line, he also made sure that the line was securely attached to it. Then Amy put on the ankle restraints that would keep her legs together, making sure that the wels could grab both at once and make her easier to swallow. Geoff then helped her stand and she got to the edge of the pier.
All the women dove into the water as one to the sound of reels playing out line. Each came up to the surface, pushed the hair out of their faces and began to swim as fast as they could back to the pier and their respective fisherman, who had already plopped down on the edge. Without any delay each of the women set to work on the guys with their mouths so they could get them off and they could get out of the water and danger. The minutes pass. The only movement by the placid lake being the bobbing of heads. The only sound the lap of water at the pier and an occasional slurping sound. Then came an “Oh God!” and a groan from down the line. Amy glanced to see Jeff with his head thrown back and falling backwards onto the deck, her friend Stephie working hard at his dick with both mouth and tits. Steph was a tall statuesque blond Valkerie who knew Jeff was a complete tit freak so was using every trick she could on him. Steph raised her head, letting a dribble of cum out of her mouth to show she'd finished him, and then scrabbled out of the water. Steph flopped down next to Jeff and after he'd caught his breath she made it plain “If you want me to get eaten, then <span class="caps">YOU</span>'<span class="caps">RE</span> going to be the one to do it. You owe me for that blowjob!”
“Hmmm, maybe this won't be so bad after all.” thought Amy
No sooner did Amy think that there came a loud splash and someone yelling 'Oh <span class="caps">SHIT</span>!' Judith, a petite girl with raven hair cut in a pageboy, was gone from where she'd been. Only bubbles and rippling rings of water marked the spot. Her fisherman was fighting with his reel trying to haul in the fish that had just grabbed her. Every muscle was straining and the line was drawn taut. Suddenly he fell back and the line went slack. A few seconds later Judy came sputtering to the surface and started swimming to shore like hell itself was after her. She managed to make the pier and Stephie help drag her out. “(cough!) Thanks!”, she gasped “That thing only had me to the hips, when it went to get another bite the line's tension pulled me free! Forget <span class="caps">THIS</span>, you'll never get <span class="caps">ME</span> back here again!”
There'd been a pause during this, but then the realization that there was indeed a big and still hungry fish out there…what's more it knew where to find more food….made ever woman in the water redouble her efforts to make the guys cum so they could get out.
It was the girl next to Amy that got grabbed next. She didn't know her very well. A redhead with freckles all over her body that made you want to play connect the dot with her. Amy felt the movement in the water as something huge moved by. Then the girl was dragged under before she could even make a sound. One hand still held on desperately to the pier for a few seconds and then with a splash she was gone and the reel whined as line played out from it. The scene was a replay of the one with Judith. The fisherman fought against the strain and the line taut as a bow string. But this time when the line fell slack no sputtering woman came to the surface and the line remained slack. The reason was quickly found as the line was rewound, it had broken under the strain and wherever the fish had gone it had kept the the red haired bait. No one said anything, but one of the women started sobbing and a few couples decided to end this little game that had turned too real.
Amy might have done the same but just then she found herself pulled under the water too with jaws clamped about her knees. Before she could do anything the jaws opened again and she found herself swallowed almost to the hips. Wasting no time the wel gulped her in again, clamping down on her sternum this time. It knocked the wind out of Amy and bubbles went floating to the surface to mark where the creature was having lunch. The next bite took her in to the shoulders and for the first time through the murk in the water she had a glimpse of her attacker. She almost looked it in the eyes as it's distended mouth held her for a second. Then the jaws opened again and she was gulped into dark dankness. Muscles worked her down the fishes throat and she slid into the thing's stomach. Still stunned from the experience she folded into a fetal position as she did. Then she found that it kept her from moving much and she'd have no chance of struggling to get free now. There was a tug at her waist just then and she remembered the fishing line that was attached to it. Geoff was trying to get her back! She was out of air and the excitement made it worse. She started to panic and tried to squirm to get free but was enfolded too tightly in the fish's stomach to do very much. She started to black out. The last thing she remembered was feeling a big tug on the belt and the world seeming to shift and spin, then the great calm of someone falling into darkness forever.
Amy found herself with light coming through her eyelids and that she could breath again. She was on her back somewhere and it felt like someone was bathing her. It felt good and she just lay there enjoying it for awhile before finally forcing her eyes open. It was Geoff and he was wiping the goo and slime from the fish's stomach from her body. She looked about and saw the others building a large fire to begin cooking a huge fish that lay there already cut open to have let her out. She looked back to Geoff who smiled warmly.
“Welcome back, o' Jonah's Sister” he chided “And congratulations, we won the contest!” Given the part you played I don't think any will complain if you claimed first dibs when that thing's been cooked up.”
“That's easy, I want the head!”
“The head?”
“Yeah. Mounted and with it's mouth wide open. Because the next time that thing 'eats' me I want equal time from you. You <span class="caps">OWE</span> me!”
[center]Amys Realization By Irene Delacorte[/center]
The catfish was great, Amy had simply stuffed herself, she thought smugly, that it was simply in retaliation for the catfish having almost eaten her! Geoff had kept his promise and after dinner gave her the best head job shed ever had, since she was interrupted by the catfish swallowing her Amy finished what she had started on the fishing dock and now Geoff was snoring away beside her.
Her thoughts drifted to Judiths close call and the little redhead who was still in the lake being digested by a catfish. She remembered the feeling of the jaws clamping on her feet and the rapid chomping as the catfish had pulled her quickly down to its stomach. The head was saved for her, at her request and she quietly slipped out of the tent and stared at it on the grass beside the tent.
Amy couldnt understand her feelings at that moment, turning the head over and opening the jaws she peered into the mouth. Her hand ran over the tongue and traced the teeth. She put her hand and arm into the mouth and moved slowly closer to the open jaws. She pulled her arm from the head and again wondered about the redhead, Eileen was her name they told her later.
Turning and laying down she put her feet in the cold wet mouth of the Wel, shivering with an unknowable urge she pushed herself backward, doing herself what the Wel had done earlier. She was completely inside but her hips had emerged from the truncated Wel and she felt a sense of loss at her inability to recreate the feeling of descending its throat once again.
Amy walked down to the dock and stared at the lake, listened to the lap of the water and the little splashing sounds of fish in the lake. Eileen was still down there, curled in that giant fish slowly being digested and Amy couldnt tear her mind from the image of Eileen curled in the Wels stomach.
She sat on the dock and dangled her feet in the water, unconsciously making small splashes with her feet. Something touched her toes and she quickly pulled her feet out of the water and stared into the blackness of the lake at night. As she looked more closely she could see a pair of eyes, flat dead eyes staring back at her and her heart started to pound as she recalled her last encounter with eyes that cold and black.
She put her right foot back into the water and watched as the catfish approached and felt his whiskers delicately touching her toes. She pulled back again frightened by her thoughts. As she pulled back she touched the dock where Geoff had cleaned the catfish goo from her body. She touched the stomach contents and then took a handful and started to spread it over her legs, the sensation almost immediately took her to a deep consuming orgasm. Stripping off her shorts and blouse she gathered more of the catfish essence and spread it over her body, savoring the slickness and oiliness of it on her most sensitive areas.
Looking up, in her orgasmic fogged brain, she saw the eyes again, closer now and watching her from just below the dock, she saw him surface and open his mouth, inviting her to join him in the deepest part of the lake. Her hand discovered the leg clamp used before to hold her legs during the contest this afternoon. She took the heavy rubber band and stretching it, slipped it over her feet.
Was this the Wel that had eaten Eileen or the one that had tasted Judith and had returned to recapture what it had lost. No, it had to be Judiths, the Wel that had swallowed her was over ten feet long, but couldnt have held two girls at once. She looked at the Wel again, and as if it sensed her emotions the Wel surfaced and opened its jaws. Amy touched the lips surrounding the jaws with her bound feet, and slipped a little closer to the edge of the dock.
She saw the tail splash once and realized the catfish had to be at least twelve feet long and it was as wide as a barrel. She remembered again her trip through the jaws of the catfish she had just eaten and thought of the returning of that meal to the catfish in front of her. Without conscious thought she extended her legs further over the dock and they entered the mouth of the patient catfish.
The catfish feeling its meal was secured didnt hurry the process but rather used its tongue to caress the feet of its meal. She was warm and covered with her saliva already. Closing its mouth the catfish gently sucked on the feet in her mouth, exerting a slight pull on its meal on the dock.
The gentle pull on Amys feet, the slickness of the catfish slime on her body and her own desires pulled Amy even further forward off the dock. She was sitting up with her legs fully off the dock now. The catfish moved up on her body and now had her knees in its mouth, Amys feet were well into the mouth, her toes exploring the throat of the large Wel.
The Wel, which had now sucked her in up to her mid thighs, clamped down suddenly on Amys thighs and started pulling away from the dock, anxious now to fully secure her meal, she was hungry.
Amy reached down and placed here hands to each side of the Wels jaws as she slid off the dock. The Wel sucked her in up to her waist and clamping down on her waist continued to pull Amy into the lake. Amy knew it was too late to stop, her feet were clamped by the strong muscles controlling the passage to its stomach. The Giant Catfish opened its jaws again and Amy slid in to her lower chest, she could feel the tongue of the Wel, cold, wet, slimy as it caressed her ass, her thighs now beyond the barrier to its stomach.
Amy felt the whiskers around the Catfishs mouth exploring, tasting her breasts and face. Suddenly the Wel, raised up in the water, with a beat of her giant tail, her head emerged from the water to use gravity to pull her food deep within herself to complete the consuming of her meal so she could rest and digest.
Amys hips passed the entrance to the stomach and her head was now resting on the soft tongue of the Wel, the sensation she worked to recreate took hold, and she stretched her hands over her head, decreasing her shoulder width and allowing the Wel to finish her. Her head now in the stomach the Wel closed its mouth on the hands projecting there, the last worldly sign of Amy and started its trip to the depths of the lake.
This time, upon entering its stomach Amy didnt struggle, there was no safety line, no Geoff on the dock to pull her out. She curled her body, bringing her knees to her chin and pulled her hands past the tight Glottis, and moved then to stroke her burning skin.
Amy convulsed with emotions, an explosive orgasm overcame her and her thoughts started to fragment. The stomach juices that would dissolve her were already squirting from the glands surrounding her and she felt the pulsing of the stomach walls pushing her even deeper. Her mind, oxygen starved and orgasmicly confused finally shut down as the Great Wel settled to the bottom of the lake, beside the other Wel who was contentedly digesting Eileen.
Judith, waking to the splashing on the lake, emerged from her tent, being careful not to wake Fred, emerging she glanced at the lake, but it was quiet now. As she walked in the moonless night her she saw the head of the fish that had almost gotten Amy, she reached down to touch it, caressing the head, then, opening the jaws she gazed deep into it and thought about where she had almost been. She thought of Eileen, now curled in a Wel deep in the lake. She sighed and stroked the glistening head.
The two Great Catfish laid on the bottom digesting there meals when the third of the Great Wels glided into the depths and joined them, it too digesting.
End Chapter <span class="caps">II</span>, Next Chapter, Springtime in Wel<span class="widont"> </span>Land
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