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; ; It had been hot all week, and today had been the worst; with the high humidity, nightfall had done nothing to bring relief. The bright full moon sailed through a cloudless sky, illuminating everything in high contrast; whatever wasn't lit up in its flat silvery glow was the purest black. A symphony of crickets sang out in the yard, and the frogs down in the cow-pond were backing them up in force. Sally lay on her back in the darkness and soaked the sheets with her sweat. If only the upstairs guest-room had air-conditioning, she sighed. She had already flung open the curtains and the window as far as they would go, but there was no breeze to circulate the heavy, humid air that pressed her down on the bed where the damp sheets clung to her skin. She could feel the beads of sweat forming on her bare arms, on her face and neck and between her cleavage, sliding down in tiny rivulets to further soak her sheets and garments. She kicked the top sheet off down to the foot of the bed and sat up. She crossed her arms over her generous breasts and quickly stripped her soaked t-shirt up and off, tossing it across the room to plop into the laundry basket. A small thrill shivered down her spine as her newly-exposed tits bobbed freely in the night air. She lay on her back and shivered again as waves of goosebumps washed across her nearly naked body. She brushed her long, damp hair out of her face and flipped her pillow over to expose the cool side. She lay back and squirmed on her bed, trying to get comfortable, wishing she could fall asleep again...
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; ; Sally was spending the summer at her aunt and uncle's house in the country, along with their daughter and her favorite cousin, Heidi. This had always been her favorite part of summer vacation : three weeks of swimming, riding horses, and fun. Aunt Karen was the older sister of Sally's mother's, and worked for a local lawyer; her mother had always said that Karen was the brains in the family. Uncle Bob wasn't exactly the friendliest guy, but he left the girls to themselves most of the time, merely insisting they all attend church on Sunday and say grace at the dinnner table. He had inherited his farm at a young age, and had expanded it through hard work and common sense.
; ; Sally never understood what her sophisticated Aunt Karen must have seen in him to make her marry him, but figured that it wasn't her problem; he treated his wife and daughter well, and everyone seemed happy enough. Sally was 18, and would be starting college when she returned home in the fall. Heidi was 19, and would be heading back to her school shortly; these three weeks together would be the last time they would get to see each other for at least another year. They weren't little girls anymore, she had come to realize; their lives were changing, and even though the idea of growing up frightened her, she was growing increasingly excited at the thought of new challenges and new opportunities. She had recently given up her love of running for exercise as her figure had blossomed; the constant pounding had made her heavy boobs ache, and so she had switched to swimming, which she was learning to enjoy even more. She was going to be a taller, prettier girl than her mother had been; her mother had said that Sally's blue eyes and lustrous red hair proved that there was Viking blood running in their family. Sally preferred to wear her hair long, even though Heidi had repeatedly begged her to let her do something with it. Sally had politely but firmly declined each time; she had long ago decided that she was more conservative (or maybe just more sensible) than her trendier cousin. More than once, she had caught boys from Heidi's circle of friends in the nearby farming town of Canton sizing up her long slim physique, her generous and shapely breasts, and her uncomplicated beauty; she'd seen the looks on their faces before they turned away in embarrassed haste when they realized they'd been caught staring. But they were only boys, and while they were eager and friendly enough, she simply wasn't interested.
; ; Her cousin Heidi was shorter by several inches, and wore her blonde hair short and stylish. She seemed to suffer from a perpetual "Country-Girls' Syndrome" : stuck on a farm way out in the williwags with only a small town nearby, she amused herself by adopting the styles and manners she picked up from magazines and TV. She spent most of her free time riding horses (for fun) and reading the thick volumes from the shelves of her mother's personal library (she was determined to be more than just some farmer's wife); she revelled in her tight athletic body (and the effects it produced on the boys and male faculty at her school). She had an elfin look to her, but she was anything but fragile; the boy who forgot that was in for a surprise (and a black eye). Her breasts were smaller than Sally's but still proud, firm peaks (she never wore a bra), and Sally had caught her sneaking envious comparing glances on more than one occassion. Though their bodies and minds had changed and grown, they were still best friends and they would still enjoy their summer together as they always had. This was also shaping up to be the hottest and humidest summer they could remember, and they spent a lot of time riding their horses down to the lake to cool off (much to the delight of every teenage boy in three counties). The long days stretched before them...
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; ; Sally decided that she was thristy. She climbed out of bed and tiptoed across her room to the closed bedroom door, clad only in a small, thin pair of white cotton panties, a little pink satin bow on the front near the waistband. They were soaked with her sweat, and clung lovingly to her ass cheeks; they rubbed deliciously into her sex with each step. She shivered at the delightful friction; a deepening blush spread across her firm, jutting breasts and her nipples stiffened. She came to the quick conclussion that she wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep until she'd brought herself off at least once. She placed her left hand on the doorknob, and dropped her right hand to press into her mound, rubbing it lightly a few times, teasingly. Oh God, she sighed; that felt so goooood... She'd only recently discovered the joys of masturbation as her body had blossomed and grown so wonderfully sensitive in all the right places, and had quickly mastered the art of self-pleasure (practice does make perfect, after all, and Sally had had a lot of practice). She rubbed harder for several seconds, relishing the waves of pleasure as she slid her middle finger back and forth along her cleft through the cotton, and then forced herself to stop. She opened the door slowly and eased her head out into the hall, listening intently.
; ; The house creaked slightly as it settled; the chorus of frogs and crickets continued uninterrupted. Satisfied that the coast was clear, she tiptoed out of her room and silently down the hall to the stairs; she figured that with the lateness of the hour no one would be up to see her. Besides, it gave her a thrill to stroll through an occupied house nearly naked. She padded down the steps lightly, heavy breasts bouncing freely, and headed towards the kitchen. The rest of the house was pitch dark, and the patches of moonlight shining through the windows illuminated nothing, merely making the shadows appear all that much blacker. She was surprised to find that the kitchen was faintly lit in the green glare cast by the digital clock on the front of the stove; it showed the time to be about a quarter past two in the morning. The curtains hung limp at the open windows; if anything, the heat and humidity were worse in here. Her body was instantly drenched with new sweat, and she closed her eyes as her head grew light and spun in a rush of dizziness.
; ; She quickly grabbed at the countertop to keep from dropping to the floor and hung her head, fighting a rising sense of nausea. Dimly, she could hear the refrigerator chugging and humming softly to itself in the corner; there was a strong smell of cinnamon in the air. She took deep, slow breaths for several moments to clear her head, and then she padded shakily over to the cupboard and withdrew a glass. She opened the freezer door to get a couple of icecubes and gave a small gasp as the frigid air blasted out, causing her sweat to dry instantly and her skin to break out in goosebumps again. Her ever-prominent nipples were so tight they hurt. She smiled widely in relief, closed her eyes and stood on her tiptoes, head thrown back, letting the icy vapor from the open freezer wash out onto her neck and shoulders, letting it pour over her breasts and down her belly, nearly drowning her in sensation. The cold air on her tits quickly went from titillating to downright uncomfortable, though, so she got her icecubes and shut the door. She let the water run for a few moments to get cold (it didn't), filled her glass and drank it down slowly. She drank a second glass more quickly, then lightly splashed her face and neck to wash away the sweat, letting the water trickle down between her breasts and tickle her tummy.
; ; She headed back up the stairs and down the hall to the guest room where she was staying. The smell of cinnamon grew stronger as she tiptoed along. As she moved past the partially-opened door of Heidi's room, she caught the slight, stealthy creak of the bed, and heard Heidi give out a soft moan that ended in a purring sigh of unmistakable pleasure. Sally's heart leaped into her throat and she froze in mid-stride. She stood for long moments, ears straining, before she finally understood that what she was hearing was obviously her cousin writhing on her bed, gasping and whimpering in the same pleasurable past-time she herself had been so eagerly anticipating. The bedframe was softly and rythmically creaking, while Heidi was giving voice to an endless stream of barely-suppressed gasps, sighs, and whimpers; in the stillness of the house, Sally was amazed that her aunt and uncle couldn't hear it in their room downstairs, even though Heidi was obviously trying to be discreet. She decided that Heidi hadn't heard her; in fact, she sounded so far gone in her joy that she probably wasn't aware of much of anything. A wide and goofy nervous grin broke across Sally's face as an image formed in her mind of her trendy cousin diddling herself; she slapped her hand across her mouth and fiercely fought the urge to giggle.
; ; As the knot of fear and tension melted in her stomach, she turned towards her cousin's door, the better to catch every creak of the bed, every rustle as Heidi slid across her sheets, silently urging Heidi on with each panting sob. A new rush of lust flowed through Sally's body and settled in her panties; more than her curiousity was being aroused. Her expression grew soft; she licked her lips and ran her hand absently through her hair. Her breathing was becoming short and fast as her body strained towards Heidi's door, behind which the sharp smell of cinnamon seemed to be originating. She found her hand reaching forward to ease Heidi's door open just a little more, just enough to see. Her fingertips brushed lightly against it and she held her breath, praying that the hinges wouldn't creak. The heavy door eased silently inward several inches, the intoxicating sounds reaching her ears growing noticeably louder as the gap widened, but she was disappointed to find that she couldn't see the bed from out in the hall : it was behind the door.
; ; Heidi gave a deep shuddering groan, and Sally shot a quick nervous glance down to the bottom of the stairs : the landing was deserted and the house was otherwise still and silent; her aunt and uncle hadn't heard and come to check. Carefully, slooowly, she stepped forward, gripped the door-frame with her left hand and the edge of the door with her right and leaned forward into the room, inching her head and shoulders around the edge to catch a quick glimpse...
; ; Heidi was arched on her bed like a bow, her knees bent and slim thighs spread wide, her small toes digging into the mattress and her heels propped under her firm ass. Her arms were stretched far back behind her, pushing her body up off the bed, her small fists clutching the twisted sheets. Her head was thrown back, mouth open and eyes tightly shut; her chest and belly heaved with her desperate panting. Her proud breasts pointed to the sky, swollen and firm, topped with diamond-hard nipples. Her short golden hair was soaked with sweat and flew in her face as her head bobbed up and down; her entire body was glistening in the bright moonlight from the open window as if she had been oiled. The sheets had been nearly ripped from the bed and were darkly stained with her sweat. The smell of cinnamon was overpowering, and Sally absently wondered if Heidi was using some kind of scented body lotion or perfume. Heidi was rapidly thrusting up and down upon a large pillow that she had wadded up between her legs, or else she would rotate her hips in wide circles and roughly grind her pussy against it. Sally's ears were filled with wetly erotic sounds that sent shivers down her spine and made her sex ache with need. She watched for long moments as Heidi's passion grew and her remaining self-control crumbled; she was unconciously and urgently voicing an endless stream of moans, sighs, and obscenities.
; ; Sally was far too aroused to be shocked; Heidi NEVER swore, yet now she was breathlessly chanting "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me..." like a religious mantra.
; ; The gentleman farmer's daughter's belly heaved and her tits shook as she pumped her hips, slamming her pussy against the pillow again and again as her head bobbed between her shoulders. She bit her bottom lip in a failed attempt to stifle a desperate wail of passion as a powerful orgasm, certainly not her first, shook her body helplessly for long moments. A hammer-blow of shock and raw lust knocked the air out of Sally as she watched her cousin writhe helplessly in the depths of her passion. This fuck-crazy wild-woman couldn't possibly be her coy and sophisticated cousin; this was a side to Heidi that Sally had never suspected. Cautiously, she edged into the room and softly closed the door behind her; Heidi didn't look as if she were about to stop anytime soon, and she was growing loud enough that she'd eventually awaken her sleeping parents downstairs. Heidi was oblivious to Sally's presence; her senses had been reduced to the wonderful space between her legs and the need to please it.
; ; Sally watched Heidi pump on her bed and listened to the rising lust in her desperate cries. The two girls were panting in unison now; Sally's own chest and belly heaved deeply as she gulped the hot, sweet-smelling air in the room, her hammering heart keeping time with the pulse that throbbed in her pussy. Her breasts were swelling, growing firm and sensitive, nipples standing proudly at attention and begging to be touched.
; ; "Do it , Heidi, do it... fuck it... oh God, FUCK it..." she urged softly.
; ; The butterflies in her belly fluttered madly; Heidi grunted and moaned as she swung her hips in vicious circles, crushing her pussy hard against the lucky pillow, her mouth curled in a feral snarl as she pumped her head up and down, her hair flailing and throwing beads of sweat flying. Sally trembled as an endless series of electric pulses traced their way up and down her spine and along her neck behind her ears, her head growing light from the quickening beat in her panties. Once soaked with sweat, they were now damp with her juices; the seam slid along her cleft and ground against her clit, making her rub her thighs together and threatening to knock her knees out from under her. The thumb of her right hand strayed into the waistband, and she started to unthinkingly inch them slowly down her hips. Her left hand rose to her swollen, heavy breasts, and she began to brush her fingertips lightly back and forth across their stiff and straining nipples. She looked down on Heidi with heavy eyes, her hot breath whistling through her full and parted lips. Her face and breasts were bathed in sweat and flushed with a rosy glow of lust; she was dimly aware that she was about to come just from the tension...
; ; And then the pillow between Heidi's thighs moved. Sally's heady state of arousal prevented her from realizing what had just happened; she took the slight change in shape and position of the pillow to be a result of Heidi's unrelenting assault upon it. Then it happened again : the pillow, or whatever it was, was pulsing like a heart, slowly expanding with each beat, growing LARGER. Heidi released her deathgrip on the wadded-up sheets and dropped onto her back on the mattress. She braced her shoulders and elbows and thrust her hands under her ass, lifting her hips high into the air and spreading them even wider than before, her knees bent and the tips of her dainty toes dangling high above the floor on either side of the bed. Her elfin chin snuggled between her trembling and rosy breasts, her flushed and straining face glared down the length of her tight fluttering belly at the shape that rose up off the mattress and hunched insistently at her sex, undeniably grown larger and pulsing in perfect synchronization with the heaving of Heidi's belly. She continued to rotate her hips in wide circles as the thing clung desperately to her delicate mound, nuzzling deeply into the neat golden triangle of her crotch like a dog rooting out a scent. Thick, wet slobbering and slurping sounds filled the air, and Heidi laughed deliriously as her body flexed and pumped, shuddering deliciously with unrestrained passion.
; ; "Now, you bastard... now... NOW... Do It... DO IT NOW!!!" she hissed from between gritted teeth.
; ; Sally flattened herself against the bedroom wall and watched in shock, her own approaching orgasm forgotten, as the thing changed; Heidi shouted in triumph as, with a disgusting wet popping sound, the front half of the bulbous shape split apart like the petals of a flower, flinging droplets of cinnamon-smelling fluid across the room. Sally flinched as it lightly sprayed her and splattered against the wall. A thick pink spurt of it gushed forward across the burning flesh of Heidi's pelvis and oozed down her belly to pool between her breasts. The long tendrils trembled stiffly in the hot, wet air of the dark room for a moment, tense and radiating out like a starburst. But only for a moment. The tendrils flexed and dipped down, engulfing Heidi's sex, trapping her pelvis within them like some enormous Venus Flytrap. The fat tendrils splayed across her lower belly and the insides of her tender thighs; they cradled her ass and lifted her pelvis even higher off the bed, forcing her back to arch fiercely, her shoulders pressed deeply into the mattress and her face buried between her sweaty breasts. Heidi's arms slapped down onto the mattress, her legs splayed wide and limp, her dangling feet swinging freely.
; ; As the thing lifted itself and the girl, Sally could see that it was supporting itself against the creaking mattress like some horrific snake reared back to strike; a thick, muscular, and segmented tail dropping off the foot of the bed into the shadows at one end, and the huge, pulsing, bulbous head pressed tightly to Heidi's hips at the other. The countless tendrils writhed against her oily skin; they would tighten and relax, tighten and relax, kneading and massaging her lower belly, the insides of her thighs, and the cheeks of her ass. Each contraction of the bulbous head caused Heidi's belly to heave and forced an incoherent grunt out of her; each expansion set her body to shuddering uncontrollably and she would draw deep shaky breaths. She hung from the thing's grip like a chew toy in the mouth of some monstrous dog; she had given up trying to talk and lay back against the mattress, her conciousness turned inward and her heavy eyes fixed on eternity, surrendering herself to the monstrous thing that was ravashing her.
; ; Sally felt the heartbeat pulse of lust re-awaken in her sex as she realized that that thing was fucking her cousin; each contraction of the fat, flabby head was driving some kind of prick or cock deep into Heidi's cunt, and each expansion drew it back out. The effect on Heidi couldn't be denied, though; she was obviously having the ride of her life. Her body trembled on the verge of an incredible orgasm, with the urgent, drooling creature between her hips driving her on. Sally's head spun as she gulped the thick, sweet-smelling air. She trembled uncontrollably as she watched the exertions of the monster at Heidi's crotch, watched the urgent writhing of the snake-like body as it strove to force the engorged head even harder against Heidi's hips, trying to drive the unseen member deeper and deeper into her depths; watched as Heidi welcomed and encouraged it, cooing and purring as her head rolled from side to side, her bouncing tits slapping lightly against her face. The beast was making sounds now, too; deep animal gruntings along with the ceaseless wet gobbling and slurping noises as it worked her pussy. Small puffs of vapor blasted out from between the clinging tendrils with each contraction of the head, misting down and soaking Heidi and the bed in a spicy pink dew. Heidi was no longer simply oiled; she was DRENCHED with the thing's essence. Her hair clung to her scalp, pink goo ran in streams down her legs to drip onto the floor from her toetips; it dripped from her ass and her back onto the mattress. She flailed weakly in a sticky pink puddle; she was trying to summon breath to scream, but the pulses were coming too quickly now, and she could only grunt and jerk helplessly with each hammer-blow.
; ; Sally witnessed it all, and as she watched the monster savagely pleasuring her cousin, she found herself wishing that it were her instead. The oh so slight pressure of her dampened panties against her mound grew unbearable; she had to get them off. Her hips jerked violently as she grabbed a handful of soaked cloth and ripped them away with a single effort, blindly tossing the tattered remnants to one side. Her swollen and tender pussy, topped with a delicate patch of copper curls, throbbed and throbbed, sending waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure washing through her body; the insides of her slim thighs were slick with her moisture, lubricating them as she mindlessly rubbed them togther. Her knees were weak and shaking, threatening to drop her to the floor; her whole body stood tense and trembling, shivering helplessly while her heaving and sweaty tits throbbed in time with the beat in her crotch. She had never been this excited before; all her previous self-induced pleasures could never compare to the sexual tension that now shook her like a ragdoll. Her nostrils flared wide, a heavy dew of sweat formed on her upper lip and chin, her mouth was a perfect panting O; she was kneading her hardened breasts mercilessly with both hands, tugging and rolling the stiffened nipples and milking her heavy teats to feed the fire in her belly. She was close, so CLOSE, to the most intense orgasm of her life as she squeezed and pulled at her tight globes and their straining peaks.
; ; The pressure began to build in her belly and her head grew light as her moment approached; she was rythmically chanting "Please... oh, PLEASE... Make me come ... make me COME... Oh PLEASE GHOD, make me COME NOW!!!" as she urged herself on.
; ; She looked on as Heidi's violent thrashings grew even more urgent and desperate as her own orgasm gathered strength, a high, keening wail pouring from her panting mouth, and a look of either agony or unendurable pleasure contorting her pretty face. The thick, wet slobberings at her pelvis were more brutal than ever as the twisting beast pistoned mercilessly into her silken pussy and prepared to drown her in its seed; Heidi's excitement was feeding its own, and it was ready.
; ; Heidi was there; she was THERE, this was it, this was IT, THIS WAS IT...!!!
; ; The sensations in her pussy were unbearably intense; she clung to conciousness with the last of her desperate strength as the most powerful orgasm of her young life approached. The unseen inseminator of the thing that drooled and twisted at her pussy hammered deeply into her, stretching her, splitting her apart, heat and pressure and motion and wet raw sensation, and the thing between her legs drove her on and on and ON, drove her towards her moment, this moment, HER moment. The pressure was peaking and she was ready and she wanted it, NEEDED it, and it was here, it was here, it was here It Was Here IT WAS HERE!!!
; ; Her face went slack as she lay trembling on the edge of release, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably; the taut muscles of her belly trembled helplessly, her hammering heart felt like it might burst. The intensity of her impending orgasm terrified her, threatened to blast her apart, but she welcomed it, cried out for it, begged for it as she urged the straining beast on; she opened herself up to the moment and her hideous lover with her body and soul... The bloated head of the beast was growing larger with each pulse; it was as big as a watermelon now, the pebbly skin pulled tight and shiny like the skin of a balloon, the whole thing coated in an stinking oily sweat. Its grunting was louder and more urgent and the bulbous head was shaking Heidi's primed and ready body like a ragdoll; its pulses gathered speed as it rushed towards it own peak. The pitch of its grunting climbed along with the increasing pace of its contractions, an urgent pleading whine.
; ; It suddenly froze, pausing for the barest moment, then quickly swelled one last time, larger than ever, before it contracted forcefully, COMPLETELY, collapsing upon itself with a great WET "SSPPPLLRRRTTT!!!" Heidi's belly heaved and her body jerked into an agonized and trembling arch, the lips of her open mouth stretched helplessly as she tried to remember how to scream................................................ the moment passed.
; ; She jerked violently, snapping her spine up and down, slapping into the soaked mattress. Her head and arms flailed freely, her legs kicked spastically as her orgasm exploded in the overheated depths of her cunt and rampaged through her eager body while she dangled helplessly, her hips locked in the squirming tentacles iron grip. Heidi found her voice and screamed her agony and pleasure to the ceiling of her room; raw, deep-throated shrieks of primal lust as she bucked and thrashed, the rippling extacy building, climbing, SOARING higher and higher, carrying her away, threatening to drown her in an ocean of bliss. Lights exploded behind her eyes as her cunt muscles clenched and flexed rythmically around the huge alien shaft buried deep in her sex, squeezing and milking it, trying to suck every last drop of cum out of it, taking pleasure as she gave pleasure to the monstrous cock that erupted and flooded her depths over and over. The head of the beast swelled and contracted again, over and over, each time weaker than the last, pumping her pussy to overflowing with its pink and fragrant semen. Her body could never contain it all, and torrents gushed out from between the squirming tendrils and washed in a flood over her belly and bathed her breasts, flowing over her shoulders and face; her open mouth filled again and again and she gulped it down desperately, hungrily, could never get enough. A river burst from between the tight cheeks of her ass and sprayed across her back, splashing down to the mattress and spilling out onto the floor, which was already flooded in a deep slick of monstrous goo. Sally witnessed every moment, shuddering helplessly and splattered from head to toe with pink semen. It dripped from her chin and the tip of her nose, thickly lubricated her hands as they desperately milked her engorged breasts; her long red hair was matted and sticky with it, and it clung to her burning skin. The orgasm that had been building in her for so long from sheer lust and excitement slammed through her at the same moment that Heidi and the thing reached their peaks; the spasms began in the tendons on the bottom of her feet, spread up through her calves and washed over her knees and thighs, and finally exploded in a hot wet pulse of unbearable pleasure deep within her pussy. She wailed helplessly as she shuddered violently, her slick hands buried in the flesh of her heaving tits; her vision went black and her head grew light as it rolled loosely on her neck. When the first splurt of semen burst forth and flowed across Heidi's thrashing body, Sally's legs went completely limp and she crumpled against the side of the bed, her face and breasts smashing into the soggy mattress; she clung to it desperately and sobbed helplessly as her belly heaved and her cunt violently pulsed again and again, each spasm filling her shuddering body with unexpressable joy.
; ; Her mouth was filled with the taste of cinnamon, and she sucked greedily at the slime-covered mattress between gasps for air, licking up the wonderful pink seed, feeling its warm glow deep in her belly as she drank it down... The visibly shrunken and flabby head finally ceased its pulsing; Heidi had passed out from orgasmic overload and dangled limply from the greedily clutching tendrils, twitching spastically. The tendrils relaxed and released their grip with a wet sticky "ssshhllrp", and Heidi's unconcious body plopped down onto the mattress, sending up a final splattering of scented pink droplets that rained down on Sally's bent head and shivering back. As her hips fell away from the waving tentacles, the glistening white inseminator finally withdrew from her abused pussy, long and thick and tapering, dripping with mucus. The thing hunched over her twitching form between her widespread thighs, head bent and tendrils dangling loosely, dripping a puddle of pink slime on her belly from the tip of its massive organ; its sides heaved slowly and painfully as it recovered its strength. Sally slowly raised her head, her cheeks smeared with tears of joy, and stared boldy at the dripping appendage that dangled mere inches from her face.
; ; Her eyes shot open and she gasped in horror; How in God's name could Heidi have possibly taken it all, she wondered. She reached out a trembling hand and attempted to wrap her fingers around it as it turned to face her; her fingertips just barely met. Firm and slick, it slid through her small fist easily, maybe eighteen inches in length. It was very warm, and a slow, steady pulse throbbed through it, shaking her hand and vibrating up her arm. She started to slide her hand slowly up and down, feeling it thicken deliciously near the base as it forced her fingers wide. She tried to imagine how it would feel to have that wonderful alien dick slip past the tight lips of her pussy, how it would feel as it stretched her wide and drove itself to the hilt in her silken and eager depths, how it would feel as it exploded inside her, filling her spasming cunt with blast after blast of its thick, hot sperm. The beast reared up and slid the huge member effortlessly from her greedily clutching fingers, leaving her hand drenched in slime. It paused and took several deep breaths, its sunflower-like head held high, and then the inseminator slid slowly and soundlessly back into the raised and crinkled sphincter set in the middle of the ring of tentacles. The gently waving tendrils then slowly folded back into a lumpy mass, like a flower folding up for the night or two hands lacing their fingers together.
; ; The thing relaxed and dipped its head slightly, exhaling a final puff of pink vapor. Slowly, it began to slide backwards off the bed and onto the floor, its pebbly sides hissing softly as it moved. Sally pushed herself away from the bed and stretched out her hand, desperate for it to stay, and for the first time noticed the partially-opened closet door on the other side of the room. The segmented and muscular tail extended from out of the darkened closet and along the floor, over the carpet Heidi's mother had brought back from a trip to the Middle East, and was connected directly to the back of the thing's incredible head. Slowly, unhurriedly, the huge tentacle snaked its way back into the closet, twenty feet or more of it effortlessly disappearing within. The broad head vanished from sight around the edge of the panelled door; there was a brief pause, and then the door was pulled to from the inside, shutting firmly with a click. Sally crawled slowly and weakly across the floor on her hands and knees towards the closet, her breasts now soft and sore and swinging freely; slime dripped onto the floor from her saturated body, leaving a snail-trail of rose-tinted goo as she went along, her slick and perfect hips high in the air and swinging seductively in the bright moonlight as she crawled along. She reached the closet door and sagged against it, trying to summon her strength. Fighting the urge to pass out, she was finally able to lift her shaky hand high enough to grasp the doorknob, but it slid effortlessly through her oily grip and her hand slapped back down in her lap. She spent long moments breathing deeply and fighting back the blackness that threatened to pull her under. She wiped her hand limply back and forth across the expensive rug and grasped the knob again.
; ; The door opened easily, and she scooted back on her butt to swing it wide open; she sat facing into the darkness within, her perfect globes framed between her pretty knees. Shirts and dresses. Cartons of knick-knacks and keepsakes. Several pairs of shoes and boots. The top shelf appeared to be stacked with books. But no tentacle, no pulsing sunflower head, nothing unusual in any way; there was not even a mousehole for it to have squeezed its way through. Sally looked quickly behind her, but nothing had changed : Heidi still lay on her bed in a small lake of the thing's semen, asleep or unconcious, the mattress at a crazy angle and the room splattered from floor to ceiling with dripping pink goo. But the interior of the closet was untouched; nothing disturbed, nothing soaked in cinnamon-scented semen, and no way for the impossible creature to have come or gone. She turned back to the closet; she tapped the walls and floor experimentally, but wasn't surprised to find that they didn't offer any clues. A crushing sense of disappointment swept through her; had she been rejected? Or had Heidi simply sucked it dry? Maybe it was resting up in some alien dimension, and maybe, hopefully, it would come back someday. She looked around the cum-splattered room and smiled; she knew, deep in the pit of her belly, that once the strange visitor had recovered its strength and built up its reserves, it would be back. For HER.
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; ; The day had been unbearably hot and humid, forcing everyone indoors to sit around fans and air-conditioners and do as little as possible. Sally's sweat-dampened tank-top left nothing to the imagination as she reclined on the porch swing and lazed in the warm, thick air, little shivers of heat-fever making her nipples rub against the rough fabric and jut out prominently. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, a faint smile on her face, as the swing gently rocked her, her pretty toes dangling over the planks of the porch. Several days had now passed since the most incredible night of her life. After having checked on Heidi to make sure that she was O.K., she had crawled back to her own bed and collapsed naked on top of it, still slimed from head to toe in the monster's sperm, and was asleep before her head hit the pillow; she had awakened early that evening, refreshed and ravenous.
; ; Incredibly, every trace of the tentacle's semen had vanished; it had apparently evaporated in the heat of the day, or maybe the alien seed was made of material not of this world, something that couldn't exist for long here. The thick scent of cinnamon was gone. Heidi had slept for nearly twenty hours after her ordeal; she was withdrawn and very tired, but a little smile was never far from her lips. Neither girl spoke of the strange visitor; Heidi acted as if nothing had happened, and after a few casual probes that were brushed aside, Sally had decided not to bring the subject up unless Heidi chose to volunteer anything. It was possible that she remembered nothing at all, or may have assumed it was all a dream, but Sally refused to believe that; Heidi was just being greedy and trying to keep the wonderful visitor a secret, she felt. If asked why she was being so quiet, Heidi would simply blame her fatigue on the heat and change the subject. She went about her daily routine as if her muscles ached; she fed and groomed her horses slowly and distractedly, but she did not go riding. Sally smiled to herself as she watched her cousin; Heidi was probably going to be tender down there for the rest of the summer.
; ; Most amazing of all, Heidi's parents had not heard a sound. Aunt Karen had left for work as usual that morning, shortly after Sally had made her weary way back to her own bed, and Uncle Bob was working as a contractor on a farm clear across the county; he left early and came home late every day, and gave no sign that he knew of any odd visitors who might have come to call on his daughter in the night, let alone any who might have fucked the daylights out of her. How this could be was beyond her; Sally had dreaded facing her relatives the next day, and had decided to brazen it out and pretend that nothing had happened. She was stunned by their utter ignorance of any nocturnal disturbances, natural or unnatural. She had no answers, so she stopped worrying about it. The day after her encounter, the sky had grown heavy and dark; it filled with thick clouds and everyone looked out the downstairs windows and watched the lightning. It had rained that night and the next day, washing the dust from the air and bringing the relief of cooler temperatures for a little while, but the day after that had dawned clear and the temperature began to rise with the humidity again. If anything, today is hotter and wetter than last time, Sally thought sleepily, and her smile widened. She stretched out on the swing and stacked the pillows beneath her head. I could use a little nap, she purred softly to herself; I probably won't be getting much sleep tonight. If I'm LUCKY. The swing creaked softly back and forth in the shade of the porch; Sally lay gently sleeping, a happy smile on her face...
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; ; The room was bursting with wet heat as Sally climbed naked from her bed in the darkness. She had lain awake for long hours, anxiously waiting for the house to fall asleep as she nervously tossed on the mattress. Heidi was turning in early these days, and had been asleep for hours already. Sally guessed that she was either still recuperating from her incredible ride, or else she wanted to be in her room, ready and available should her strange lover return. Probably it was both. She had listened to her aunt and uncle finally turn in for the night and their bedroom door shut softly. An intense spike of lust settled in her crotch as she listened to their old bedspring creak a now familiar tune; her long fingers had stroked and teased her sex mercilessly as she listened to her aunt's impassioned moaning, and then she had finally buried her straining face deep into her pillow to muffle her scream of joy as she heard her uncle give a deep shuddering groan.
; ; At last the house was still and quiet. It was time. Sally tiptoed lightly over to the high whicker chair that stood in the corner, the moonlight sliding over her flawless skin, and removed the large floor pillows that she had stacked there a few days ago in preparation. She carried them over in front of her closet door and carefully arranged them just so. Then she walked back over to her nightstand to grab her supplies. She took several minutes to slowly drain the thermos of ice water she'd set by earlier that evening; finishing that, she picked up the thin tube of Chap-Stik and applied it generously to her full lips, smacking them a few times to spread it around evenly. Lastly, she picked up the squeeze-bottle of Vaseline and squirted a blob of it into her hand; she looked at it critically, and then squirted a lot more into her palm. She walked over to the mat of pillows and carefully sat down on them, directly in front of the door. Leaning back on one hand, she spread her thighs wide and then smeared the blob of Vaseline deeply into her pussy; a broad smile spread across her face and she closed her eyes, her sweaty bosom heaving as she inhaled a deep and shaky breath. She rocked back and forth as her palm and fingers worked the gooey stuff into every nook and cranny, coating everything in a thick layer of lubricant : her pubic hair was matted with it, the insides of her trembling thighs were smeared with it, her palm massaged it into the pouting lips of her cunt as her long, slender fingers worked it into her depths. She continued to pump her hips for several minutes as her talented fingers slid through her damp cleft, rubbing and teasing her clit and setting her body on fire; she bit her lower lip and groaned deeply.
; ; She was ready.
; ; She reluctantly withdrew her hand from her crotch and wiped it back and forth across her breasts, liking the way the Vaseline made them shine in the moonlight. She shook her head and ran her slender fingers through her long damp hair, trying to make it looker fuller and more alluring; she fluffed up several of the pillows and adjusted their positions a little, wanting everything to be perfect, then lay back and snuggled down into them as she tried to relax and get comfortable. A knot of fear and anxiety twisted in her belly; fear that nothing would happen, and fear that something would. She was ready; ready, eager, and willing, serving herself up as if on a platter of pillows, waiting for something she couldn't name, something that wasn't even human, for God's sake, to come and take her. To take her and drive her body to the same screaming heights of passion that it had taken Heidi's again and again. Sally took several deep breaths and released them slowly, letting the tension melt out of her. What would be, would be; all she could do was to prepare herself for anything. She snuggled deeper into the pillows and a wicked smile stretched slowly across her pretty, freckled face as she teasingly drew her legs up, knees bent and toes pointing towards her firm ass; she gripped the backs of her shapely thighs and spread them as wide as she could, her eager and expectant face framed between her swelling globes and her tight and tender pussy aimed squarely at the closed closet door, an invitation impossible to ignore. It wasn't ignored for long...
; ; The End ; ;