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Starring Calder and Janet from Love at Country Pines Motel

“ C omfy?”

I feel weightless in the water, but on land, I feel slightly helpless. More helpless right now, as I’m blindfolded, and I don’t know what Janet’s going to do next.

She strokes my tentacle tip in and out of her mouth as I lie next to the inground pool we installed, safe from prying eyes in the little white pool shed—which is frankly like our second bedroom.

I moan and hear a strange popping noise that I can’t identify. A bottle top? Lube?

My cock stiffens as I imagine my tentacles invading all of her holes, maybe two in one at once. Maybe that’s why there’s lube?

“You’ll like this game,” she purrs.

“I like every game with you,” I gasp as her hands slide up and down my bare chest. I rarely wear clothes. “What’s this one called?”

“Hide the honey.”

“Ooh. I know where that’s hiding. I reach out with my hands and connect with her bare hips, pulling her up to my face, tentacles gripping and pushing from behind when she resists with a laughing cry of,

“No, not that honey!”

But it’s too late. I have my prize, my sweet, succulent mouthful, my pink treasure hidden between brown thighs. Soft black curls brush my nose as one tentacle teases her backdoor, rubbing between her cheeks.

With a moan that makes me throb, Janet slowly runs her tongue over the tentacle she can get her hands on, her tongue dragging up between the rows of suckers that open and close, dying to kiss her back.

With a growl that surely ought to come from someone less soft and pretty, she sinks me into her mouth and sucks, letting me tickle the back of her throat.

I feel her swallowing me, and I almost come on the spot, lost in the way she devours me, sucks me down until we separate with a shared gasp.

“Fuck, Janet,” I hiss as I try to worm my way inside of her with another tentacle, mouth still busy at her slit, licking the current of sweet, sticky honey that comes from her center.

But she takes my delicious dinner away, and I hear the bottle popping noise again, this time followed by a sucking sound. A soft noise I can’t place.

“Okay. The honey is hidden, handsome. Your job is to find it— and you can’t use your eyes.”

I tap my blindfold. “I figured.”

“Can’t use your hands, either.”

“Tentacles?” I wriggle them at her.

Janet lies back against me. I can feel her sprawl with a giggle, soft, lush curves against mine. “Nope.”

“Even better.”

I roll over, tentacles slapping the elegant mix of concrete and tile we have surrounding the pool and inside the shed that rests on its boundary.

With a push, I’m up, over her. Janet’s legs part around my thick tentacles, as thick as muscular human legs at the base, tapering to a finger’s width at the tip.

Even without my sight, I can see her so clearly, warm and waiting with her eyes half-closed, a knowing, fearless, sensual goddess. Her hands find my shoulders as I drop to press my mouth to her neck, nostrils working, looking for hints of honey.

Mouth and tongue roving, I caress her throat while my hands stay planted on the ground and my tentacles wave anxiously, wanting to wrap around her legs, to pull her open and fill her with my cock.

“Calder,” her breathy moan almost makes me forget that I’m supposed to be playing this game of sweet hide and seek. I just want to be inside of her—now.

She pulls my long, dark hair into her fist, moving me away from her pulse point, leading me down.

With her arm raised, I catch a sudden sweet, honeyed hint, and I zero in, tongue flicking like a snake’s.

I work my way around one breast, sucking hard on the nipples until I feel her buck against me. Janet’s hand comes down and grips my cock, rubbing it against her opening as both of us moan.

“Once you find it, you can come in,” she hisses, hips grinding in a torturous circle.

Well, that’s an incentive I can’t resist.

My mouth moves to the other breast, tongue flying in circles, and then stroking down, working toward her navel. I smell the honey, close by, but I’ve passed it, I think.

Sneaky Janet.

I gently nudge my head against her full breasts, lifting them up, and the honey scent is stronger.

“Getting warmer,” she says, and I know that she wants me. She wouldn’t give hints otherwise. She drives a hard bargain, my Janet.

“You can’t resist your kraken.”

“You can’t resist me, either.”

“That’s true.” I break the rules, sort of, my hand grasping her breast, squeezing softly so that she moans, and I bow my head, tongue dancing on the underside of her second-softest place.

“Found it!” I taste the tiniest trace of honey, sweetened by her skin, mixed with the salt of her sweat in the humid night.

“Thank God!” Janet whimpers, sheathing me inside of her with one long, deep groan that does things to me.

My tentacles are tired of behaving, and they quickly wrap around her thighs, her waist, holding her to me as she takes every inch she should, and maybe one or two she shouldn’t.

I press into her hard nub and feel her tight opening stretching to the fullest around my base.

“Ohhhh, God.” Janet rocks on me, rolling me to my back so she can ride.

I don’t mind. I slip my blindfold off and enjoy the view.

Wild hair falling from her bun, soft curves, shimmering skin, closed eyes, and opened lips...

“Next time, it’ll be harder,” she warns between panting breaths, her hips working harder and faster.

“Easy, sweetie, your back,” I remind her, even though I don’t want to.

“Into the pool,” she demands.

Water makes it easier for both of us to move.

We become one, weightless, as my tentacles walk-drag us from the concrete to the water.

High fences and the awnings we’ve erected shield us as Janet grips my shoulders and I grip her middle.

I lift, she sinks, each moment a rebellious dance that the water supports.

“I love you,” I whisper. “Thank you for thinking of fun games.”

Janet smiles into my eyes. “Plenty more where that came from—and I’ve got a whole bottle of honey, just opened it tonight.”

“Mmm. I can’t wait to play again.”