by T West
She got up and decided to go about her day as normal. She sat at her office desk and got through the day pretty easily, although she couldn’t help but be reminded of the insane events of the night before, especially as she ate her cucumber and cheese sandwich.
That night she watched another horror movie. It was a slasher movie this time – her favorite. A masked killer stalking big-busted college chicks around a deserted lakeside camp. She decided to lay off the wine this time; she figured her imagination was vivid enough without any alcoholic substance interfering with it further. Roger slept soundly upstairs, and when the movie was over she crept upstairs to bed.
In bed, she didn’t masturbate - her plumb labia were still slightly sore from her recent experience, so she closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off, relaxed. She was awoken in the dead of night by her husband screaming, wailing and crying out like a child.
She sat up suddenly, and couldn’t believe her eyes when there again was the same alien in the room, standing at the foot of the bed, but this time it had Robert by the neck. One of its long tentacles was wrapped around his throat, and it was lifting him up, as if trying to hang him. She joined his scream, terrified, but also simultaneously relieved that at least he had now seen it too and it wasn’t her going crazy.
What ensued was a ‘love’ scene more graphic than any porno she’d ever watched, more extreme than any horror flick she’d ever perused, and more unusual than any sci-fi documentary she’d ever viewed.
Still wrapped around his neck, the tentacle forced her husband down on his hands and knees on the bed like it was taking a dog for a walk, and as she looked into Robert’s eyes she genuinely felt concerned and worried for his safety because the thing seemed to be coiled around his Adam’s apple quite tightly, almost to the point of choking. But just when she thought the alien was choking him a little too tight the tentacle let go of his throat, and instantaneously shot out four more tentacle arms, wrapping around his wrists and ankles.
They tied his limbs to the headboard and bed legs, similarly as they had to Christina the previous night, although Robert was on his knees, with his arms outstretched in front of him, firmly bound.
“What… are you doing to me?” Robert whimpered, but of course he got no answer from the unusually small-shaped head of the alien in the bedroom, who stared at him from behind with those blank black eyes.
As Christina sat there in awe, another tentacle shot out and flew between Robert’s legs, ominously fondling his nuts with the smooth circular end of the waving arm, then gently nudging them from left to right, making them swing like a hairy pendulum as they dangled freely in the stagnant night air.
The look of shock on Robert’s face turned to embarrassment – and Christina clearly read his facial expression as saying: “Are you seriously doing that to my testicles?”
It then slithered forward slightly to his limp penis, and began to massage up and down his floppy un-aroused shaft, making his bell-end visible to Christina as it gently tried to pull his foreskin back. It seemed uninterested in his cock after that point, and slithered back round behind him. Here, it opened a tiny slit that was located at the tip and dramatically shot out a big load of what looked like some kind of see-through jell-o ectoplasm all over Robert’s bum-cheeks.
“Jesus, that’s cold!” he exclaimed, straining in bondage, trying his best to turn his head so he could see what was going on behind him. The tip of the tentacle started rubbing up and down the length of Robert’s ass-crack, fully lubricating his inside cheek area. He looked straight at Christina and his eyes widened to the size of saucers as they locked eyes, and Robert came to the realization of what was to become of him. He was to become the alien’s personal fuck toy.
As the tip of the tentacle pushed up against his wincing tulip Robert shut his eyes tightly, an intrusive out-of-space anal exam probably the last thing he expected to experience when he woke up that morning. As Christina watched on in disbelief she couldn’t help but feel a warm tingling in her always-horny slit, for this was something she had always wanted to do to Robert – and now it was happening, albeit in a very unconventional way.
The tentacle delved further, penetrating Robert’s shy starfish, probing its way inside his man-hole until it was two inches deep. Robert opened his eyes and his lips formed an ‘O’ shape, as the thing slid in – 8 inches deep. Robert gasped as he was fully impaled on the persistent tool; the unholy thing was deep inside his unwilling pucker.
It started to make love to him, generously sliding in and out repeatedly, really butt-fucking him like a cheap hussy. As Christina perused the look of embarrassment on Robert’s face – he was getting shafted in front of his loving wife after all – she really felt for him. It really wasn’t his fault – he had absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. Far from it, she actually admired him for doing such a good job at taking it up the virginal butt-hole – he was handling it like a pro and she was really quite impressed. Although she did feel slightly bad for him when another of the waving tentacles starting whipping his bare butt-cheeks.
Her hand instinctively reached down and hitched up her night dress, and started to dally in her own burning snatch, her womanly fingers expertly rubbing her swollen little nub as she freely and openly started masturbating in front of her husband and their uninvited guest.
Then something remarkable happened – as the creature was massaging his inner bunghole, the embarrassment on Robert’s face turned to an excited smile. The tentacle was probing his prostate with such expert vigor that it was sending waves of pleasure through Robert’s body – so much so that his once-limp dick was now standing fully erect in front of him, slapping his stomach as he was bent over.
This turned Christina on further as she continued to frig away, now delving her fingers inside her inviting pussy to frig herself satisfactorily. She was both excited and amazed to see a string of pre-cum dribble out of Robert’s erection onto the bed beneath him, while his balls tightened up – as this meant he was enjoying the anal stroking immensely. As she flicked away whilst looking at his erect winkie she couldn’t believe that his dick was drastically changing color – it was starting to glow bright green, as green as the neon light that had shone into the room the night before.
The glow of his erect wanger was becoming so bright that the whole room illuminated, lighting it up in a soothing green glow as his knob bobbed about like an aimless glow-stick at a drug-fuelled rave.
Christina pulled her night dress off and lay there on her back, her legs spread, her firm breasts jiggling around in front of her, and she made eye contact with the dark eyes of the alien in a ‘come hither’ manner.
The expressionless alien read her mind, and withdrew its probing butt-fucking arm from Robert's tight back-door. Whist still keeping its tentacles coiled around Robert's wrists and ankles, it unraveled from the headboard and bed legs. Elevating Robert up in the air like a face-down exorcism, it floated him over to above where Christina lay.
The powerful four tentacles started to lower Robert onto his awaiting wife, guiding his neon-glowing cock towards her slick opening. Christina smiled up at her husband’s slightly confused but aroused expression, as the alien purposefully guided his erect glowing cock into her love-entrance.
And there, on their bed, the two made love – the alien taking the role of the puppeteer, rocking Robert forward and back, making his green member screw his wife intently and with purpose.
Another wiggling thin tentacle raised itself up above Robert's bare butt-cheeks, and came down with force upon his clenched buttocks, whipping him with enough force to create an audible ‘qui-pishhhhh!’ This only added to the pair’s arousal and excitement, as their uninvited bed-friend continued to lash Robert's milk-white ass-cheeks with kinky aggression.
As Robert penetrated his wife deeply and fully, Christina opened her mouth in pleasure, and a bright neon light shone out from deep within her like a green torch. His glowing phallus had lit up her entire insides, internal
ly filling her with outer-space passion.
Robert’s inadvertent hip thrusts were intensifying as the alien swung him back and forth like a monkey in a hammock, really picking up speed and making his throbbing member twitch with pleasure while Christina’s slippery pussy quivered, her vaginal muscles clamping down on his weenie with loving force.
Christina emitted another bright green glow as she opened her mouth wide, moaning loudly as an amazing orgasm shot through her entire body - from her toes all the way up to the top of her head. She squirted wildly, spraying voluminous amounts of lady-jizz around her husband’s shaft, spraying down like a hose and coating his straining sacks.
Robert gasped and came soon after - his balls tightening up further, being forcefully impaled nuts-deep into Christina’s spasming cunt, shooting copious amounts of thick creamy spunk into her.
The pair lay there on top of each other, panting while the tentacles let go of Robert and withdrew back into the body of their sinister owner. Christina looked up into the room as Robert rolled off her, but the alien was nowhere to be seen - the open window hinting at his possible exit. Completely spent, the pair closed their eyes.
The next morning was a Saturday, and as Christina awoke to no alarm she glanced to the side of her at her still sleeping husband.
“Jesus, maybe the whole thing was a dream after all… I’ll ask him when he wakes up,” she said to herself.
She felt a kicking in her stomach. Startled, she looked down and put a hand on her tummy. Surely that was just her imagination, she thought. It happened again.
‘Boom. Boom.’
Like a tiny person hitting a bongo drum.
“Surely… it can’t be?!...”
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Steamy Erotica Story 42
B eing a nice hot summer’s day, Paige had spent most of the afternoon in the garden in her bikini, sunbathing. Having caught the sun, she decided it was time to have a shower and cool down.
She figured that because she was going to go back out there in a bit and make the most of this rare sunny day, she may as well keep her bikini on while she showered. It would dry off in no time.
She dipped her hand in to check the temperature.
“Just right,” she said to herself as she stepped inside, the luke-warm water spraying down and feeling great on her tanned body. It was cooling her down greatly and she made a mental note that she actually felt happy that day. Feeling happy all day was a rare occurrence for Paige in recent weeks.
She got the soap and started to lather up her firm D cup boobs through her bikini, making her nipples stand to attention. She smiled to herself – she was hot and she knew it. She lathered up her hand and slipped it down the front of her bikini bottoms, playfully dallying and soaping up her freshly shaven pussy.
“God, it’s nice and smooth. Any guy would be lucky to have me,” she told herself. And she was right. She just didn’t get why Roger had been such a douche. They had been dating for several months, and it had been what Paige thought was a monogamous relationship.
She hadn’t told Roger this, but she had really wanted to eventually marry him. She didn’t want to rush into things or anything, but she really felt as though he was ‘the one’.
That was until the moron had gone and cheated on her. And not just cheated on her, but cheated on her with her sister, of all people. This fact bemused her – her sister was a frumpy version of her, not even half as attractive. She didn’t know why Roger had done it, but whatever the reason, Paige was thankful that she found out when she did and dumped him, so she could move on.
Paige grabbed the shower gel. She poured a generous amount onto the palm of her hand, and with her other hand she outstretched the elastic on the back of her bikini bottoms. As the soothing water sprinkled down, she plunged her hand down into her bathing suit to wash her firm ass. She thoroughly massaged the cooling gel into her deep ass-crack, rubbing the length of her inside-cheek area up and down vigorously, paying special attention to her virginal pucker.
She worked up quite a soapy lather between her round smooth cheeks, washing away any sweat that had accumulated that hot day whilst sunbathing in the garden. Thank God she hadn’t let Roger screw her up the ass, she thought to herself. He had really wanted to, and pestered her to do it on several occasions. But thank God she didn’t let him and still had her anal virginity. Now they had split up, she was grateful that she could share that special first moment with someone that truly loved her, and that wasn’t going to screw around and mess up their relationship.
She washed her hands, before lifting her arms up and spinning around in circular rotations, letting the water wash away all the soap on her body, the clear h2o splashing off and running down her curvaceous figure as she got herself as clean as a whistle. Her fleshy boobs jiggled enthusiastically above her toned midsection, while the rounded globes of her buttocks wobbled like firm plasticine from within her bikini.
Paige really liked her apartment, and her shower room was one of the reasons why. Although she had access to the garden, her apartment was on the second floor so it was quite high up, and she loved the window next to her shower. She especially liked it at night time, because she could look up at the night sky and the moon while she was showering. She found it very atmospheric and relaxing. She also liked it on hot sunny days like this one because she could open the window slightly and get a fresh breeze.
She was just about to finish her shower, when out of the corner of her eye she spotted a long bendy shape flicking past the bright window next to her. She thought it was odd, but figured it was just her imagination, so paid it no mind.
It happened again. A long green shape flashed past the window outside. She figured it was probably a tree branch or something, but soon realized there were no trees directly in her front yard. What the hell was it, she wondered to herself.
Now looking directly at the window, it happened a third time, and her jaw dropped as she was both shocked and horrified to catch a proper glimpse of what the thing really was. It was a tentacle.
Right there, outside her window was a long dark green tentacle, waving around, alive. Paige was a smart girl, and figured there must be a rational explanation for this.
“Maybe it’s an octopus escaped from the zoo,” she said to herself, and no sooner had she said the words than she realized how silly it sounded. They don’t usually have octopuses in the zoo, and even if they did, how was it going to survive out of water?
Now genuinely scared, she got out of the shower and stood on tip-toes to try and see outside. The window was so high up that the ground wasn’t visible from where she was. So, mustering up every ounce of courage she had, she ran down the stairs still dripping wet, and out of the front door of her house, onto the porch.
That was when she saw it. It was a sight so terrifying and out of this world that she stopped dead in her tracks, her head looking up, her nipples standing erect and her buttocks clamming up in fear. It was a tentacle monster.
It was huge - at least 20 foot tall, its body a shapeless blob of flabby fat, with several long ‘arms’, or tentacles protruding from its torso. It didn’t have a head or eyes – it was basically just a big fat green lump of slime with loads of waving handless arms.
Paige thought to herself through her terror that it kind of looked like a squid, but its tentacles were really long – huge in fact, and they got narrower at the ends.
No sooner had she been looking at it for what must have only been a couple of seconds, than one of its long arms shot out at lightening fast speed and wrapped around her waist as she stood at the front door, pulling her towards it. She screamed, and her feet lightly grazed the grass of the front lawn as it scooped her up. She was petrified, her heart nearly jumping out of her chest, not knowing what the hell this weird creature was going to do to her, when she heard a voice shout out.
“Hey! Stop that! What the hell are you?!” It was a guy, about the same age as Paige, and he must’ve been walking past and stumble
d on this insane sight. Luckily for Paige this guy had guts, and very bravely shouted at the creature in an attempt to save her. Paige really felt like a damsel in distress, and felt truly thankful that this brave young man was willing to put his neck on the line in order to rescue her.
He ran up to the blob, and started punching it dramatically, while the long rubbery arm was still wrapped tightly around screaming Paige’s waist. The blob responded to his blows – it gracefully placed Paige down on her feet and let go of her, and she dropped to her knees, shaking, unsure of what was going to unfold.
But the thing then turned its attention to the guy. One of its long tentacles reached out and coiled around his mid-section, its powerful arm effortlessly lifting the poor guy up off the ground. He was dangling in mid-air, his arms and legs flailing, still trying to hit the blob, but it was no use. The blob held him outstretched at such a distance that his wild swings missed by far, and he hung there about 10 feet off the ground, helpless.
Paige was still there on the lawn, trying to take all of this in and watching intently. But the thing was about to do something that would make her watch even more intently, as it reached out several more of its long tentacles and began pulling at the guy’s clothes.
The guy was wearing board shorts and a t-shirt, his flip-flops lying on the grass beneath him. One of the thin ends of one of the tentacles snaked around the hem of his t-shirt, almost like a long finger pinching the material, and abruptly pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing his nude torso.
Even though all this was happening in very unusual circumstances, Paige was impressed – he had a toned physique, quite muscular but not a beefcake. He obviously went to the gym and looked after himself, in stark contrast to pasty skinny Roger. Paige momentarily felt butterflies in her tummy as she eyed-up his sculpted body, but she realized that it was entirely inappropriate given the predicament this poor guy was in. He had tried to save her, and there she was ogling him.