Shokushu High School

WAITING

The spacer in the jungle had been waiting for many rotations of that dreadful planet. He had long ago given up counting just how many. Typical of his luck that the power plant of his damned scout-ship had decided to fail while he was exploring an inconsequential system in a minor galactic backwater. And those new fusion plants were supposed to have a half-life measured in millennia. 'Probably some large corporation bribed some people in government to use sub-standard parts', he had thought to himself on more than one occasion since the crash. It could have been worse though. The power plant could have failed in deep space, light years from any planet at all. 'Or I could have been eaten by a space-dinosaur', he gently mocked himself. Of course, it could have been much better too. He could have crash-landed on a planet where the locals were less alien. And the engineer, had he survived, would have known how to make things more comfortable.

At least there was some hope. The crash-beacon on his scout-ship had a blinking light on it, so it was probably working. It was supposed to withstand a 50 gee impact - why he didn't know. What was the point of a crash-beacon better protected than the crew? And anyway, the power plant was supposed to last many lifetimes too. But maybe the beacon was working. And maybe it was sending out the correct signal in the correct direction. And maybe someone in the government of his planet would get the message and decide it was worthwhile (or cost-effective, more like) to investigate. And maybe it would all happen in time. It wasn't much but that small hope, along with a rapidly dwindling supply of ship's rations managed to keep him going from day to day.

Conserving energy was a major preoccupation. As was being near the crash-beacon if/when help arrived. He knew there was some form of semi-developed life on the planet but he also knew it would take many days to reach it. He couldn't risk moving that far from the wreck of his scout-ship. So he waited. Of course this was a jungle, so there was no shortage of life around him. Plants grew at an alarming rate and vines had more than half covered his scout-ship already. Small life forms scuttled or flew around him. Larger ones had mainly learned to stay away from the area. There had been a period of experimentation when he had sought alternative forms of sustenance. It was all too alien though, so now he only bothered killing if anything too big got too close.

Mostly he just kept still and dreamed of home. And waited.

EXPEDITION

The expedition from The International Wildlife Protection Fund trudged slowly through the stifling heat of another day in the Asian rainforest. Back in the States, someone had decided that these less-advertised areas needed saving just as much as the Brazilian forests. That same someone had also managed to persuade a large corporation to fund an expedition to search for signs of life unique to that specific area. Of course, that someone was still safely back in civilisation, probably planning the scientific paper he would write once the expedition returned. It fell to the lesser minions to actually get out and gather data. It wasn't phrased quite that way to the four young men and women who had made the long flight from Atlanta. A once in a lifetime opportunity to help save the planet was the gist of the recruiting drive. Not that much recruiting was needed. They were all idealists, shunning the better-paid jobs their degrees merited in favour of living their beliefs.

They entered a minor clearing in the dense foliage and Gordon raised a hand. 'This will do, I think. We may not find another clear area before dark.' Being the leader of the expedition, he made the decisions. He also had a major part in deciding the other members of the party, and being somewhat highly sexed had done his best to stack the odds in his own favour. Both girls were stunningly attractive in their own way. Amanda was 22 with long curly dark hair and more than a touch of Latin in her glowing skin and voluptuous body. At a shade over 5 feet tall, her lack of height and narrow waist only accentuated the swelling of her large breasts. 19-year-old Pippa was a contrast in almost every way. Tall and slender, with milky skin that had to be protected from the sun, and ash-blonde hair falling straight down her back to almost reach her pert buttocks. But, as Gordon was a confirmed tit-man, she did have at least one thing in common with Amanda. Even without a bra her prominent breasts defied gravity.

Tom, on the other hand, had been chosen by Gordon so as not to offer too much competition. Tall and awkward, with dark hair that constantly flopped forward over his glasses and with the bookish air of a computer nerd; Gordon couldn't imagine any girl preferring Tom to his own muscular physique. So it was an ongoing disappointment to him that Pippa had almost immediately found her way into Tom's tent, while Amanda seemed determined to remain celibate. At a word from Gordon, the local helpers started to erect camp. Four of them, all men, had been recruited from the village where the expedition had left its vehicle. Although it was considered bad form to refer to them as 'native bearers' these days, they still filled similar duties to the men who had accompanied Livingstone a century earlier.

While the temporary camp was being set up, the four scientists sat around discussing their day's activities. Initial enthusiasm had been tempered somewhat by the realities of jungle life and the lack of some astounding discovery to rock the scientific world. Conversation petered out after a few minutes and the group by unspoken consent retreated each into their own thoughts.

None of them were wearing much. Shorts, t-shirts and bush jackets for the men, similar shorts and jackets but with half-unbuttoned shirts for the girls. Pippa, as usual, was feeling the heat more than the others were. Almost unconsciously she pulled at the shirt which was lightly adhering to her sweaty breasts. In the process she gave the others a view of her magnificent cleavage almost down to her navel. Gordon swore quietly to himself as he covertly studied the view, certain he could see the rise of one light pink nipple, erected by contact with the rough fabric. Tom just smiled quietly. He knew that once night had fallen Pippa would be in his tent and those swelling orbs would be beneath his hands, to do with as he liked.

Being preoccupied in such a pleasant fashion, none of the others noticed Amanda's reaction to the display. Had anyone been looking, they would have seen her pupils dilate and a flush tinge her cheeks. Had either of the men eyes for anything but Pippa's prominent tits, they would have seen the twin bumps in Amanda's own shirt as her large nipples suddenly erected. And they would have been aware of Amanda's hand lightly moving up her thigh before being halted, abruptly, just short of the vee in her tight shorts.

So they sat, each preoccupied with their own thoughts, while the local helpers created a little bubble of civilisation in the middle of the jungle.

ACTIVITY

Deeper in the jungle the stranded spacer became aware of something different in the environment. Not a smell for he had no nose. Not a sound for he had nothing to correspond with ears. Not a taste, for although he had an orifice below and between his eyes, it had a different purpose than a mouth. No, that something was sensed on quite a different level and what it said to him was - home. He wondered briefly if the rescue ship had arrived but that should have been impossible. He would surely have been aware of the change in density caused by the proximity of such a large object. On closer reflection, what it said was not home but food.

As the sensation faded, his thoughts strayed to the feeding grounds of his home world. Miles of delicate light-green fronds swaying in the breeze, each psyfern containing within its centre an array of pink-gold tubular flowers. How pleasant it was to move through those fields, stopping when the urge took one, delicately inserting ones tentacles into each of the flowers belonging to a particularly attractive plant. Moving one's tentacles in that rhythmic way designed to persuade the psyfern to give up the psychic emanation which passed for food amongst the Khrybl-Ta. Then perhaps moving on to another plant and in the process completing a symbiotic relationship by pollinating the psyferns.

Amongst the people of the world on which he found himself stranded, he would have been seen as a thing of horror - a B-movie monster. But amongst his own people he was considered attractive. The mottling of his skin was deemed especially symmetrical and when he communicated telepathically, the images were perfect geometrical shapes. Amongst the people of the world on which he found himself stranded, he would soon acquire a variety of names: the Squid from Hell, Tentacula and 'that alien bastard' to name but a few. But amongst his own people he was known as Rhyull.

His thoughts meandered on to his mate, Rhyulla. How was she coping without him? He didn't wonder if she had re-mated. That thought was too alien to his culture to even begin to form in his mind. But he did worry that she may be lonely. After all, it had been many sun-cycles since they had last mated. The small, delicate tentacles in his mouth-like sexual organ twitched at the memory. It had been too long since they had merged with the proboscoid hollow mouth-tentacles of Rhyulla. Unfortunately masturbation was another concept alien to the Khrybl-Ta and there was nothing he could do, except mentally change the subject.

Sex and food. Food and sex. What more was really necessary to existence, he wondered. Why had his ancestors felt the need to move away from their simple life wandering the food fields? Why the cities and the space ships, when all that was really needed was free for the taking? And what had started off this maudlin chain of thoughts? Food. That was it. A change in his environment that had prompted those memories. Yes. That was it. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe it was time to move away from his crashed scout-ship just a little. After all, if a rescue ship turned up, surely they would see he was not there and wait a little. And his food supplies were getting very low. Surely it would be of no benefit either way to Rhyulla, if the rescuers missed him, or if they found him dead from starvation.

He could still remember the approximate direction of the change, so he set off cautiously into the unknown.

AROUSAL

Evenings in the expedition campsite tended to be slow. Accustomed since birth to instant entertainment, these children of the television age found it difficult to amuse themselves. They had a radio but it only reached local stations and while there was music, it certainly wasn't rock'n'roll.
'Hey, Pippa,' Amanda started, then stopped herself. Her friend hated to be called Pippa, considering it to be too childish. Philippa was much more adult and the fact that her companions insisted on using the pet name only proved, she thought, that they didn't take her seriously.
'Sorry. Philippa,' Amanda continued, 'I heard from the locals that there's a safe pool not far away. How's about we take a dip and clean some of this jungle off?'

Pippa hesitated. After all it was the jungle and who knew what was out there. But as her gaze glanced off Tom, she thought how nice it would be for him if she turned up in his tent all pink and scrubbed. Maybe he would be keen to go down on her again. That was enough to dispel any thoughts about danger. 'Sure,' she replied. 'Just let me get a towel and some clean things.' The girls headed off after strictly admonishing the two men not to peek. Gordon wasn't too impressed by that but knew Tom was watching him for any tricks. The view of Pippa's tits earlier may have to be enough to fantasise about in his next wank-session. Since she was sure to be with Tom, and since she wasn't that quiet when making love, he would have enough verbal accompaniment to imagine she was there with him as he plied his lonely trade.

Less than 300 yards away, the two beauties found what they were looking for. A kink in the river had created a small, almost self-contained pool about 6 yards across. The water was still and clear right down to the sandy bottom, so they could easily see there were no marine interlopers to spoil their enjoyment. Both sat to remove boots and socks. Pippa was the shyer of the two and turned her back as she started to disrobe. Amanda had no such inhibitions. She took full advantage of Pippa's looking away, frankly admiring the blonde as she undressed. A long slim back and a trim waist were almost obscured by that waterfall of ash-blonde hair but as shorts and panties dropped to the floor, they revealed a pair of small, firm porcelain buttocks, with just a hint of a tuft between, where slim thighs failed to meet.

Even thought it was almost transparent, Pippa felt more secure once she was sitting down in the water and, feeling safe, she wasn't averse to having a peek herself. Purely for comparison, as she told herself. Amanda was in no rush to hide. Rather, she gloried in exposing her charms to the girl she had decided to try and seduce. For Amanda was a confirmed lesbian. A few awkward and unsatisfying fumbles with boys in her teens had left her unimpressed. A year later she was seduced by an attractive teacher at college and experienced her first orgasm at hands other than her own. That was enough to set her onto her new course and she had never looked back. After all, anything a man could do, a woman could do just as well, and for far longer with a dildo, so who needed men.

Amanda was well aware of Pippa's looks but she was careful to avoid eye contact, so as not to embarrass the sexy blonde into looking away. Instead she gazed idly into the distance, giving an impression of someone lost in thought as she put on a show for an audience of one.

The bush jacket was dropped casually, the shirt buttons deserving of more attention. Slowly she undid them, one by one. First into view was the deep bronzed vee of her impressive cleavage, made even more impressive by the jade green push-up bra which soon found it's way partially into the open. More buttons led to the gentle swell of her belly centred with the deep dimple of her navel. A couple more buttons and the shirt was discarded. Now, wondered Amanda, what should she take off next for best effect? The shorts, she decided. Although skimpy, they were rather wrinkled and didn't show her bum to best advantage. A quick twist of the button was followed by the slower ripping sound of a zip being lowered. Matching jade green panties emerged to Pippa's view.

Rather than just drop the shorts and kick them away, Amanda decided to slide them slowly down her legs. As she did, she made sure that a half-turn displayed her bum to best advantage. Pippa almost gasped with surprise. Those panties were little more than a thong and as Amanda bent to unhook the shorts from her ankles; the innocent blonde saw a well-developed female bottom almost totally exposed for her inspection. There was no perceptible difference in the shading of honey-coloured skin. Was it natural or did she sunbathe naked, Pippa wondered? Either way it was a view worthy of close attention. Two firm hemispheres of golden flesh, almost verging on the voluptuous, separated by a deep shadowy crevice into which the back of her panties disappeared suggestively. Below, as Amanda bent over with parted legs, was clearly visible a well-developed jade green covered mound.

Pippa felt herself shiver, though the water was plenty warm enough.

EVALUATION

Amanda straightened and turned back towards Pippa, still careful to avoid eye contact. And still careful to keep her legs slightly parted for best effect. She managed a surreptitious look out of the corner of her eyes. Pippa's pale breasts were clearly visible through the still water. The delicate pink nipples were crinkled nicely and jutted about half an inch. Bigger than she expected, mused Amanda, but were they protruding through excitement or just because of the water? Time would tell.

About 100 yards away, a second and uninvited guest was watching the sensual display. Tom was too trusting, thought Gordon. All he had to do was announce he had decided to scout the following day's route. 'I may be gone some time, so don't worry.' Then he had headed off, in the opposite direction to the river, before doubling back to his current vantage-point. Now he crouched behind a large fern, expensive binoculars trained alternately on blonde and brunette. Had she known, Amanda would have been mortified. Even if she ever decided to share her charms with a man, it certainly wouldn't be a pig like Gordon. He had tried it on with her the very first day, feeling her bum as she climbed into the ATV and making suggestive remarks. Only a threat concerning his most treasured possession and a hunting knife had dissuaded him from further overt attentions, though Amanda had felt his eyes undressing her on countless occasions. Now she was unwittingly presenting every peak and valley of her beautiful body to his lascivious attention.

Gordon's breath grew ragged and the binoculars trembled slightly in his sweaty hands. Beside the pool, Amanda brought her hands to the front fastening of her bra. Still believing the display was for Pippa's eyes alone, she unhooked the catch. Quite unnecessarily, she brought her arms upwards as she removed the bra, causing her breasts to rise into an even more attractive shape than they would normally hold. Pippa's breathing also became slightly uneven and a light flush coloured her cheeks and neck.

Amanda's bust was a magnificent 36D and even without her arms raised there was no trace of sag. Each honey coloured mound swept gently down to a large dark brown nipple, before curving gracefully back to her chest. Not oranges. Not melons. No fruit could give adequate description to the perfect contours of her glorious breasts. They were tits, pure and simple. Tits to drive a man wild; tits that cried out for hands and mouths to explore them; tits that any man would want to hang on to for dear life as he jerked spastically in and out of her cunt. The perfect adornment to a body shaped to be a perfect sex tool. But she offered those perfect tits only to the hands and mouths of her own sex.

Despite his difficulty holding the binoculars steady, Gordon released them with one hand. The free hand found it's way to the buttons of his shorts to relieve the strain on his penis. It sprung out into the light, happy to be free before being enveloped in a beefy paw. And enveloped it was, since Gordon's sexual aggressiveness hid the fact that he was decidedly under-endowed.

Another 50 yards away another uninvited guest surveyed the scene. Eyes reacting to light waves made up a part of Rhyull's vision. Another part of his brain also saw psychic emanations. With his eyes he saw three animals of a new type, two close together near the liquid and another, closer to himself amongst the vegetation. His other sense reported something interesting. The food sensation was coming from the two animals near the water and was growing stronger, while the sensation coming from the third animal was quite repellent. A closer inspection revealed subtle differences between the animals. The ones who felt like food had developments of their upper body absent from the third. In place, the nearest animal appeared to have a fifth tentacle, much smaller and situated between the two lower ones. Reason suggested that these were either two completely different species, or two different variations on the same species.

Could they be an intelligent life form? Rhyull mentally scanned but there was no trace of anything like conversation or intelligent thought on any mental wavelength he could receive. A further application of analysis suggested that the two must be food-animals, while the third was some sort of predator hunting them. It was unusual to a being used to taking food from plants, but they were aliens after all. Maybe they were not animals but plants that had somehow acquired the ability to move? His ability to think in unorthodox ways had been instrumental in his getting his job as a scout and it had served him well on a variety of planets. In any case, it was clear enough. The plant/animal with a fifth tentacle was of no use to him. It should be avoided or killed. The others were food and he needed food, even if it came in such different packaging.

The three humans were unaware of these ruminations and continued to play their parts ignorant of developments off-stage.

EXPLOSION

Amanda decided that Pippa had had enough time to admire her breasts. Her hands stroked over her stomach, thumbs hooking into the waist of her panties and inching them down to reveal her neatly trimmed black bush. As she bent down to free her ankles, her marvellous breasts hung perfectly, like upturned bells; exotic fruit ripe to be picked. At last it was time to enter the water.

Now that Amanda could look openly at Pippa, she identified unmistakable signs of arousal. The pupils of her light blue eyes were noticeably dilated and a delicate pink flush was clearly visible upon the upper slopes of her ivory breasts. Sliding into the water beside the blonde, Amanda was not at all displeased by what she saw. Each full globe of Pippa's boobs stood proud from her slender frame. No larger than Amanda's own tits, they looked bigger when contrasted to the slim rib cage which seemed almost incapable of bearing the weight. The full pink nipples were surrounded by large aureola of a lighter pink, though both were darkening to a richer red colour clearly signing her increasing arousal. Conversation was minimal and by mutual consent both girls moved higher up on the sandy shelf, revealing more of their exciting torsos as they prepared to soap themselves. Gordon was in near ecstasy - both sets of tits seemed almost close enough to touch through the powerful lenses.

Wringing out their wet hair, the girls began to apply soap to their necks and shoulders. Pippa contorted, attempting to reach between her shoulder blades. This was what Amanda had been waiting for. 'Here, let me do that for you then you can do me', she suggested with only a trace of huskiness in her voice. That seemed sensible enough and Pippa turned her delicate back towards the brunette, pulling the long rope of wet hair over her shoulder so that in dangled between her splendid breasts.

Amanda's hands trembled ever so slightly as she applied soap to them. So near, so near. She had wanted Pippa since first sight but with Tom around there had been no opportunity. Slowly now, she told herself, don't rush and frighten her off. With a gentle touch she applied soap to narrow shoulders, then softly massaged the back of Pippa's neck and the areas behind her ears. Carefully she moved her hands over prominent shoulder blades, setting up a circular rhythm, gradually widening the circles until she was covering almost the whole back with each movement. Wider the circles spread until they included Pippa's sides, fingertips just touching the peripheries of each breast before stroking down to the sensitive waist.

With no sign of resistance, Amanda re-soaped her hands. Moving closer so that her own teats were almost touching Pippa's back, the brunette reached over the slender shoulders, lightly soaping the upper part of her chest and around the base of her throat just touching, as if by accident, the upper slopes of those swelling mounds. Then a new assault, starting at the waist and moving inwards over the pale white dome of a belly. Moving stronger now, so as not to tickle, teasing the bellybutton briefly, careful not to let her hands stray too low; just brushing the sensitive lower swell of proud tits. With a sigh, Pippa leans back into Amanda, causing the brunette's boobs to flatten slightly, the hard points of her large nipples pressing into Pippa's back. Linking her hands behind Amanda's back, her breath quickens. Amanda smiles secretly to herself. Now she is in control and if she plays her cards right it could be her tent, not Toms, which was next visited in dead of night. Looking over Pippa's shoulder, the entire expanse of her upper body is waiting there defenceless for her touch.

Pippa's head sank back into Amanda's shoulder as she began her first serious assault on those proud milky tits. Soaping her hands carefully, she first explored each perimeter, tracing across the top of each boob, hands almost meeting as they delved into the cleavage, down across the underswell and back up the sides, careful not to get close to either nipples or armpits. Increasing the pressure slightly as Pippa's breathing deepened in her ear, Amanda admired the resilience of each firm young tit. Openly now she weighed them in her palms, feeling the slight shift as she firmed then relaxed her grip. And finally -zeroing in on each nipple simultaneously, first rubbing her palms over them, then tweaking them lightly between finger and thumb. Milking them harder now, pulling on them and admiring their hard rubbery texture. Amanda knew she had to have Pippa completely in her sexual control before the next stage, and the more she titted-up her beautiful partner, the less resistance there would be.

Turning her head to look at Pippa's profile, Amanda saw blue eyes focussed on infinity as her blonde partner leaned back, lost in sensation. ''Stand up, darling', she whispered into the nearest ear. As if in a dream, Pippa rose dripping from the water and stood obediently, legs slightly parted, still facing away from the girl who was manipulating her in ways no man had ever done. Amanda's nipples felt hard enough to burst but this was no time to gratify herself. It was important to maintain a physical link with Pippa, lest the sensations fade. So she left one hand lightly kneading a slender waist, while the other got soapy again. Then she kneeled up in the water and resumed her ministrations.

First the centre of Pippa's back felt the gentle touch. Circular movements spread out again, round her waist but now dipping lower, massaging into that most delicate of curves between her lower back and the tops of her buttocks. Lower again until each of those pert cheeks was being separately manipulated. Feeling a slight tug on her vulva, as the cheeks were forced apart somewhat with each rotation. Then a hand dipped into the crevice, moving easily in the confined space due to the soapy lubrication, a fingernail scraped lightly over her sensitive anus causing a shiver of lust.

Careful to avoid the ultimate touch, Amanda moved her hands back to Pippa's flanks and lightly ran them down the full length of each shapely leg. She began massaging again in earnest when she reached supple calves. Her hands worked into the calf muscles, probing; feeling slight shifts as Pippa maintained her balance. Lightly over the backs of the knees and, finally, onto well-rounded thighs. Hands moved softly up the backs of each thigh, admiring their soft strength and touched briefly the underswell of each buttock before rotating back down the outside of the thigh: repeated the movement, venturing slightly further onto soft inner thigh with each repetition. Amanda shifted her stance slightly and changed her mode of attack. Moving almost side-on to Pippa, her left arm rested negligently round a slim waist, the hand lightly touching into the vee just above the edge of a fine blonde bush, not moving, not just yet. Meanwhile her right hand continued to massage the backs of Pippa's thighs, fingers pushing slightly into the resistance between almost closed legs.

Almost unconsciously Pippa shifted slightly and the resistance was gone. Amanda began on soft inner thighs in earnest, rubbing her palm up one thigh almost as far as clearly visible pussy lips, then running the back of her hand down the other. Pippa shifted again and her legs were wider apart, so Amanda changed her style again. She was close now. This time, the heel of her hand slipped between Pippa's thighs, massaging gently upwards, still avoiding that tantalising cleft to follow a natural line, pressing into the divide between cheeks that now openly trembled. At the same time, her left hand began small independent movements, fingers exploring the edges of the vee and the valleys down each side of the pouting vulva, twisting into the pubic thatch and tugging lightly.

It was time. Amanda's hand ran once more up the soft length of inner thigh flesh and fingers lightly touched Pippa's pussy for the first time. At the same time, the left hand centred onto a swelling mons and pressed lightly into the area just above the clitoris. Amanda held her breath but Pippa didn't move away. After a second she pressed stronger with her right hand feeling lips open to her touch, as her middle finger slipped into the groove. Moving slowly and carefully she opened up the blonde along the full length of her pussy, feeling the hot wet warmth as her finger slipped backwards and forwards, moving her thumb to press lightly onto the small knot of her anus. She let her left hand press deeper between the pouting lips, searching for and easily finding a clitoris already hard and erect. While deftly manipulating the sensitive love button between two fingers, she used her right hand to lightly circle the tight perimeter of a throbbing vagina, waiting for the right moment.

When the moment came, it almost caught her by surprise. With a groan Pippa sank to her hands and knees, half out of the water, legs spread, tits almost maintaining their same shape despite her position, hard nipples facing forwards not down. Amanda almost lost contact at the sudden movement but managed to follow Pippa down while keeping her left hand in place. Rapidly she adjusted her position and resumed her assault on the blonde's twitching cunt. Moving closer behind Pippa, she took position between her splayed legs. Her left hand still draped over a shapely hip and continued its manipulation of the throbbing love-button. Meanwhile her right hand slid lightly down the now wide open channel between butt cheeks, tickling the anus before pressing a finger over the sensitive area beyond and slipping almost effortlessly deep inside the sopping hole. Ribbed walls gripped and released her finger as Amanda moved smoothly in and out, rubbing over the rougher skin of the g-spot with each thrust.

Pippa started to lose control. Her breasts heaved and her breath shuddered in tortured gasps. Shifting her weight onto one hand, she began manipulating her own tits, squeezing the hardened globes and tugging at prominent nipples, now blood red with lust. Sensing what was coming, Amanda slid her finger out for a moment to a small moan of disappointment, which changed to a sigh of pleasure as she inserted two, and then three fingers into the tight orifice. Never losing the momentum of either hand, Amanda brought her thumb round to press harder onto the little pink knot of Pippa's anus. Felt resistance to her digit, then it was inside. Moving faster now, two fingers rubbing over the clit from the front, three fingers shafting in and out of the cunt from the rear, the thumb almost touching them through a thin membrane.

Pippa lost it. She fell forwards onto her face with a shriek, as orgasms shot though her spasming cunt and spread throughout her body. The brunette showed no mercy, following her down and continuing to stimulate all areas of that twitching pussy until she was sure she had given the sweating blonde every last bit of pleasure she could take. Her own cunt was on fire now but she was caught up in the moment. She would get hers soon enough, she was sure. Finally she removed her fingers and softly stroked the blonde's back as she eased her back down out of orbit.

ATTACK

Not too far away, two beings were displaying markedly different emotions to the scene before them. Gordon was swearing slowly and monotonously. Of all the positions to pick, how had he ended up directly behind the two girls? He had seen what was going on and it had been enough to make him come, leaving a sticky residue over the fern. But he had missed so much of the detail because of his position. Rhyull was still confused but his thoughts were clarifying. Quite obviously one of the similar plant/animals had used its upper tentacles to stimulate the other into releasing massive quantities of psychic food. That fitted closely enough with his own feeding patterns, except that he didn't feed off his own kind. But having released all that food, there had been no attempt to ingest it. Rather it hung like an invisible cloud around the participants.

At the same time the odd plant/animal had manipulated it's own fifth tentacle, but the resultant psychic emanation had been so sickening Rhyull almost passed out. Maybe there was some symbiotic relationship between the three? Or maybe the two found the third's emanations as repulsive as he did and so kept a distance while they acted? He didn't know. Most alien races, and for that matter his own, had two sexes. There had been other arrangements that he had come across on his travels. On one planet a complex interaction between six discrete units, over a period of five planetary rotations had been necessary to complete sexual congress. Not surprisingly that race was dwindling.

Generally, a simple arrangement between two sexes was the most likely to ensure survival of the species. Then he had an intuition. His own sexual relations with Rhyulla involved an insertion of parts of his form into parts of hers. Not unlike feeding. Strange, that had never occurred to him before. And in his periods of sitting and waiting, he had on occasion seen small animals insert a part of themselves into other animals of the same species. Almost as if they were having sex or feeding...so...so...

...So maybe there were two sexes amongst these larger animals. He had almost completely given up thinking of them as any sort of plant by now. And if there were two sexes, then the ones close together had to be of the same sex, while the lone animal had to be the other. He was getting into strange territory now but pressed on with the thought. Two members of the same sex had merged to release food. But because they were the same sex they couldn't feed? Did they need an emanation from the other sex to feed? Did the other sex feed on the emanation, which was currently being wasted?

The lone animal had an extra tentacle, while the others did not. That type of animal did the inserting, so it was natural for Rhyull to label it male. So, why hadn't the lone male done the stimulating of one or both of the females and then eaten? It was poorly equipped with tentacles but surely it could have done something. Did they exchange food later? Was it a part of the process that one female stimulated another, while the male acted alone? Would they meet up later and consume each other's emanations? That was the trouble with aliens! They could act in ways totally unintelligible to him but making perfect sense within the alien culture.

Anyway, enough theorising. For now he had to remove the male. After that he could stimulate the females into offering the psychic food he sought. He could not consider feeding with that repugnant emanation so close, and if the males of this species consumed the female emanation so like his own food, then male animals were competition for the available food supply. As he moved, his strong lower tentacles propelled him forwards as smoothly as a snake. He knew how to kill large animals well enough. Rhyull silently approached Gordon from the rear.

Still entranced by the scene before him, the man had no warning at all. Strong tentacles lashed silently around his body, capturing his arms and binding them to his sides. Another tentacle whipped twice around his head, covering his nose and mouth. Gordon just had time to wonder if any large snakes such as a python was native to this particular jungle. Then the tentacle wrapped around his head pulled sharply backwards in much the same way as a string around a child's top. And with a similar result. His head whipped round as if it would spin, then his spine snapped cleanly and life slipped away as he was lowered to the jungle floor.

Now it was time to feed.

ALARMS

Beside the pool, Amanda and Pippa lay locked in each other's arms, mouth exploring mouth in a deep kiss. Pippa was taking to this better than could have been hoped, Amanda thought, as she felt a hand tentatively exploring her thrusting breasts. Blonde hair trailed over her stomach as Pippa's mouth moved downwards to capture a large erect nipple and suck on it gently. Amanda sighed. Everything was just perfect.
'Philippa! Amanda! Are you decent?' Tom's voice approached. Its owner couldn't be too far behind. Pippa sprang up with a start.
'Give us a minute', she shouted back.
'Shit!' Amanda got to her feet and both girls started to dress hurriedly. Tom arrived just as they were lacing their boots.
'Sorry', he said, 'but you were so long and what with Gordon going off and it starting to go dark and all...' he trailed off looking more awkward than usual.
'What? Where did Gordon go? I hope he wasn't spying on us.' Pippa looked round in alarm.
'No, he went off the other way', Tom replied. 'He wouldn't dare come spying. He knew I was watching out for you. Anyway, he said he was going to scout ahead. Maybe he got lost or something.'
'Lets head back for camp. Maybe he's there by now.'

At the edge of the jungle, Rhyull halted with his own version of an expletive. There was another of those male animals! Just as he was savouring the possibility of fresh food as opposed to the packaged variety from ships stores. He couldn't kill that one now; the females could panic and run. He didn't like the idea of chasing food, so would have to wait a little longer. The food emanation was still strong in the pale coloured one and he could easily follow at a distance.

Back at the campsite nothing had changed. Gordon had still not arrived back. The local helpers were some distance away, sitting around their own fire. When questioned, they had nothing useful to contribute. If the arrogant foreigner wanted to go wandering off on his own then it was his lookout. They might help in the morning; probably would help in half-hearted fashion. The jungle was large and dense after all. And Gordon was not that popular. About 50 yards away, Rhyull assessed the situation. Five of the male and two of the female types. This would be more complicated than he had expected. But he had time. His food was not yet exhausted and the essential was to capture the females cleanly so that he could feed.

Despite their dislike of Gordon, the other three were still worried about him. But what could they do? Spasmodic conversation while watching the fire burn down took them to about 10 o'clock, with no sign of him. Tom shifted uncomfortably.
'No point waiting up. If he gets back tonight he knows where his tent is.'
'Let's just hope he chooses to remember which one's his! I don't want him crawling into mine in the middle of the night!' that from Amanda. They parted and each made their way to separate tents. Strangely innocent, Pippa believed that neither of the other two knew of her affair with Tom. Every night she had made the pretence of going to her own tent, waited about 30 minutes and then crept out again. Every night Gordon and Amanda had heard her footsteps, followed soon after by a series of scuffles, moans and gasps. And every night they had heard her make her way back to her own tent, to emerge in the morning as if nothing had happened.

Tonight was a bit different. Gordon wasn't around to listen for one thing. And for another Pippa now found herself with a decision to make. What had happened at the pool had been a wonderful experience for her. Her first lesbian sex had taught her that one woman can touch another in ways that would never occur to a man. But it was wonderful with Tom too, in a different way. In the end it came down to one thing. Talented as Amanda's fingers were, they didn't have the sheer solid bulk of Tom's prick thrusting in and out of her. Knowing nothing about the dildo currently residing in Amanda's pack, she decided to go for a filled cunt rather than expert fingers. Another night could be different, she thought. She could let Tom know she needed a rest and then join Amanda instead.

Amanda's anticipation turned to disappointment as she heard Pippa's footsteps follow a familiar path rather than the one hoped for. Amanda sighed. She knew the blonde had enjoyed herself, so maybe there would be other chances, other pools. But for now she had a more pressing matter to attend to. She still needed release. Sighing again, she reached for her pack.

TRIO

'Hi Tom,' Pippa whispered as she crept through the flap.
'Hi yourself. I've missed you.' Tom had hardly been able to credit his luck the first time Pippa had made known she was available to him. Back in civilisation his sex life had been intermittent at best. Now here he was, miles from anywhere with one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. The thought of it ending one day was vaguely troubling to him and he hoped to make it a more permanent arrangement before they headed back to America. Pippa, still wearing shorts and shirt crawled over to where Tom lay naked, half covered by his sleeping bag. As she did the filtered moonlight was clearly reflected from her face and the tops of her pale breasts, exposed as the shirt dropped forward. Tom felt a familiar stirring. He had been sexually buzzing for several hours. Ever since Pippa had leaned forward, exposing her boobs and setting into motion a chain of events that had led to her orgasming at the hands of Amanda, and to Gordon's death.

Somewhat to his surprise, Pippa didn't lay beside him passively as was her wont. Instead she continued crawling on all fours until she was half over him, taking his hands in hers and using her weight to pin them to the pillow. She held that position for a few moments, the only point of contact between them their joined hands, until he realised that tonight she would be the dominant one. His hands relaxed in resignation and Pippa smiled. Then her expression became intent again as her mouth descended fiercely onto his, forcing his lips apart and sliding her tongue deep into his mouth. For several minutes she kissed him in this way, alternately fencing with his tongue and sucking and biting on his lower lip.

Pressing his hands again to remind him not to move, Pippa crouched up and quickly discarded her clothes. Tom had no intention of moving. This was a new side to Pippa and he wondered where it would lead. He also wondered vaguely what had triggered it. Pippa quickly returned to all fours, holding him now by his wrists, as her mouth moved to the side of his neck, kissing and biting, moving down to his chest through his sparse dark hair and sucking strongly on his nipples. He could clearly feel the hard tips of her large breasts, dancing in erratic patterns over his stomach, and his prick was already aching for attention.

It didn't have long to wait. Driven by her own needs, Pippa had no intention of prolonged foreplay tonight. Her lips trailed down over Tom's flat stomach, tongue briefly flickering into navel, before continuing downwards. Silky blonde hair tickled Tom's rigid tool as she nipped at his groin just above the hairline. His prick twitched, desperately seeking attention but was ignored as the teasing lips circled round to kiss his inner thighs before moving upwards from beneath. Tom groaned as a hard tongue explored his tight scrotum, licking carefully around his delicate sac. He groaned louder as he felt one of his balls completely enveloped by a hot moist mouth. Pippa sucked gently, continuing her tongue's movement within her mouth, lying now more than crouching, with hard breasts pressing into legs, bottom still sticking up into the air.

Finally she relented. Releasing the egg from her mouth and kissing slowly up the underside of Tom's impressive shaft. Reaching the circumcised tip, she lapped at the trace of fluid already released. I wonder if Amanda tastes like this, she mused briefly. The thought excited her even more and she licked her lips before taking the entire head of Tom's twitching dick into the warm cavern of her mouth. Slowly, then faster, her head bobbed up and down, eliciting fresh groans from Tom. Deeper and deeper the shaft slid between her lips, until she felt it could go no further.

Her hand reached down the length of her own body and between her legs. She wanted to be ready. Fingers parted cunt lips and dabbled in the warm wetness within. She was ready. Releasing Tom's straining prick from one mouth, she crawled quickly up his body, positioned carefully and enveloped it with another. Her cunt-mouth was hungry too. As she began a slow movement, Tom automatically reached up for her jiggling mounds. She quickly grabbed his hands and pinned them on either side of his head. This was all going to be done her way.

During their foreplay, Amanda had not been idle. Lying back naked in the next tent her hands traced familiar patterns over the swell of her golden mounds. Eyes closed, fingers brushed against straining nipples, teasing them as a lover might, before gripping them tighter. Breathing grew ragged. Even in normal times her nipples were impressive, fully erect they stood proudly from her heaving breasts like stubby brown fingers. But no fingers were ever this sensitive. Amanda moaned quietly to herself as she tugged at the hard teats, trying to imagine Pippa's fingers were milking her. Trying to imagine the feel of Pippa's tongue pushing and circling the hard peaks. Hands grasped full breasts tightly, squeezing, pushing her nipples into even greater prominence; each to be gripped and rolled between thumb and forefinger. Almost hurting. Almost punishing herself, but pleasurably.

The noises in the next tent grew louder. Pippa and Tom must be screwing by now. Amanda's right hand continued tugging rhythmically, alternating between each nipple. Her left hand stole down over the shallow bowl of her belly and dipped between parted thighs. Amanda was naturally right-handed. Her left felt slightly awkward in it's movements, slightly unsure But that, she had discovered made it feel more as though it were someone else's hand running gently through sleek black hair and over the pronounced mound of her pussy. Besides, she would have another use for her right hand soon enough.

Tom was in heaven. Pippa's tight moist vagina slid smoothly upwards until he felt cool air on his shaft, crashed back down until her pubic mound was grinding her inflamed clit into his groin. Repeated again and again, now slower, now faster. She sat on his prick leaning slightly backwards, arms behind her back, hands pressing into his thighs to support herself when her body arched upwards. He looked at her through half-closed eyes. Even in the dim light he could clearly see her expression, eyes distant, focussed on some unknown infinity, mouth half-parted by her panting breath. He had resigned himself that he was not destined to touch her tits at this time. A small price to pay for so much pleasure, he thought. But he could still look. Pippa's arched back threw her breasts into greater than normal prominence. Pink and sweating now with effort, looking hard as marble in the dim light but still tracing delightful patterns in the air as they moved seemingly independent of the rest of her body. Hard nipples that he longed to suckle on strained upwards towards the roof of the tent, an offering to the gods of love.

In Amanda's imagination it was Pippa's hand tracing lightly down the well-defined lips of her cunt. It was Pippa's hand pressing harder now into the notch between, forcing them apart slightly as the middle finger moved downwards, inwards, dipping into the copious lubrication and spreading it over the inner surfaces of her labia. Her legs parted, spread wide in acquiescence, as the hand grew more insistent. Three fingers now moved in the channel, teasing the hard clitoris then slipping downwards, narrowing over the perineum to touch the anus before sliding back up to the aching clit. But the hand hadn't finished with her yet. Finger and thumb tweaked and massaged each wing of the butterfly before centring on the throbbing love button, gently wanking the little hood as her hips arched into the air desperately seeking something more.

Moaning quietly, Amanda released her nipple and blindly felt around the bed. There it was. Her right hand closed on her most faithful friend, an 8-inch black dildo, ribbed and veined for maximum pleasure. While her left hand continued its manipulation of her hard button, she adjusted her grip on the rubber cock. Stretching below her arched bottom, she brought the dildo between her legs from beneath and slid it along her wet channel a couple of times. She had never needed anything other than natural lubrication for her rubber friend and tonight was no exception. Seconds later the hard yet yielding rocket shape pushed easily past slight resistance and slid smoothly in to her depths. Sliding in and out the love-rocket began its work of putting its owner into orbit.

Pippa and Amanda both began to lose control, each in their own separate world but, did they but know it, each synchronised as cylindrical shapes thrust easily in and out of their aching cunts. Pippa was first, moaning and babbling incoherently as her orgasm hit her, jerking spastically on Tom's throbbing prick as she lost all sense of controlled rhythm. This triggered Tom. Pressure built in his sac and he thrust himself wildly upwards, impaling the willing blonde deeper and deeper on his rod. In the next tent Amanda could hear everything and the sound of Pippa's orgasm was exactly what she had been waiting for. Left hand became a blur as it mercilessly rubbed her clit, while right hand thrust the dildo faster and faster into her gaping love tunnel.

Maybe they all came together. Certainly there were only scant seconds between. Pippa's cunt twitched convulsively as Tom jetted his hot seed deep within her. Amanda's hips sank back onto the floor as her juices cascaded around the dildo and bathed her hand. Pippa felt her strength fail and slumped forwards onto Tom's chest, where he cradled her gently. Amanda sagged limply, her dildo slipping from relaxing muscles to rest on the blanket as she caressed herself, slower and gentler now, bringing herself gradually back to earth.

Eventually everyone regained self-control. Pippa slipped quietly back to her tent and soon the only sounds left were associated with sleep.

TENTACLES

Sensing that it was a good time, Rhyull closed on the camp. It was the work of but a few moments to kill the local men, sleeping in the open. He had tentacles enough and to spare. Silently he closed on the three tents. He studied them carefully. Obviously some sort of covering for the animals. Primitive attempts to build dwellings perhaps? It only proved his theory that these were not sentient creatures. Any intelligent being would do a better job than this if they wanted to make a home for themselves. Approaching Pippa's tent he sensed food within. Then he recoiled. The food was polluted by that nauseating male emanation. It was useless to him. The next tent was Tom's and Rhyulla gave it a wide berth. Another time he would have to kill this male but for now he would be careful. He didn't know for sure what senses these animals had and didn't want to risk advertising his presence.

Amanda occupied the final tent. A pure untainted sensation of food drew him closer. He examined the primitive shelter with eyes that worked far better at night than any humans. The door flaps were hanging together held by a simple lace. Delicate movements easily drew the cord free. In hot weather Amanda customarily slept naked. Tonight, with the humidity she had even pushed her light covers down below her hips. Manipulating-tentacles held the door flaps wide, while Rhyull examined the sleeping animal. Such a different anatomy. How best to stimulate her into releasing the food he craved? Well, maybe this wasn't the best place to experiment. A faint cloud of almost transparent vapour was released from small gill-like openings about two-thirds of the way up Rhyull's vaguely squid-like body and Amanda sighed as she dropped deeper into sleep. Silently Rhyull used four of his carrying-tentacles to pick up the unconscious girl and he slid away into the jungle night.

Amanda drifted somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. Narcotic effects from the vapour she had inhaled still prevented her from becoming fully conscious. She was aware of being horizontal so she must be in bed. But it was so comfortable; she might almost be floating, so she couldn't be on the expedition. Had she returned home already? Was it an especially vivid dream that made her experience with Pippa so fresh in her mind? It was too much effort to think; later she would, but for now it was so pleasant just to drift.

The touch on her neck almost startled her awake. Had she picked someone up last night? Why couldn't she remember? She didn't feel drunk. Had she been smoking pot? That was probably it, she was still stoned. Anyway, the touch was pleasant and to her muddled mind she had resolved any mental conflicts, at least within the scope of her experiences. Why not just lie back and enjoy things for a while? The finger continued to massage her neck in a most pleasant fashion. It seemed to know the most sensitive spots, below her jaw, behind her ears, down over her shoulder blades. No, that couldn't be right. No-ones hand could touch her jaw and caress down her back at the same time. OK, two hands then. Nothing wrong with that. Quite nice in fact. Her sleepy nipples tightened a little as gentle fingers continued to explore down her spine.

Down her spine, softly over her calves and across her stomach? This was weird; she almost giggled in her mental haze. She must have done well to have picked up someone who could fondle her in four places simultaneously! More than one? She'd never been one for group sex but it seemed she was well and truly involved this time. How did I let that happen; strange, I'm usually so picky.

Fondling her stomach and her back? At the same time? This was getting a bit too weird, even for the after-effects of cannabis. Better have a look. Now, how to open her eyes? Easy, just tell the right muscles what to do. A few facial contortions and she found the right ones. Eyelids parted a fraction against light that seemed too bright for her bedroom, even filtered as it was through the jungle canopy. Turn over, away from the light. Why wouldn't her body do as it was told? Turn over, dammit!

JUNGLE!!!! There was no jungle in her bedroom! Where the hell was she? Tried to sit up but her body still refused to do what she wanted. OK, close your eyes again for a minute and when you open them everything will make sense. But it didn't. Adrenaline rapidly flushing the last narcotic effects from her system, she swung her head wildly around. She was still in the jungle. To be precise about four feet off the floor, splayed horizontally, stark naked and apparently tangled up in some vines. No, not vines. They were the wrong colour and they moved about too much. SNAKES!!!! No, not snakes either. How could half a dozen snakes work in concert to hold her like this?

And she was held, there was no doubt about it. She could see the whatever-they-were coiled about her wrists. She could feel something supporting her head and, since her legs wouldn't move it was fair to assume something was holding them too. The not-snakes seemed to all come from the same direction. She followed a couple of them with her eyes...............and screamed...............and screamed.

Even as she screamed, a part of her trained scientific mind was cataloguing what she saw. If a squid had mated with a centipede that had had a more than passing acquaintance with a very large beetle, then the demonic offspring could have looked something like this. About nine feet tall, with a shiny blue-black carapace on it's back, it's front owed more to the mollusc family; soft looking, lighter blue and with patterns of green and purple that seemed to shift as it moved. Large eyes started unblinking in her direction; no pupils, more like those of an insect. And no squid ever had that number of tentacles. Low down, a combination of six seemed to be for standing and movement. Above those, about a dozen, thick as an arm, some of which were supporting and restraining her. Above those again, another dozen or so thinner but just as long, split about a foot from the tips into even thinner appendages. Fingers, she wondered. The thick lower tentacles appeared smooth but the more delicate ones clearly showed rows of suckers on their under-surface.

Rhyull was vaguely disappointed. Food didn't usually struggle. After all, the relationship was symbiotic, mutually beneficial. Both sides got something they needed from the exchange. He wasn't sure what these animals got from it of course, presumably some sort of pollination as with the plants of home? Maybe it was as strange for the animal as it was for him? It would get used to it. He had, though there had been longer for him to adjust to the idea. Maybe it thought he meant to damage it? Better then to get on with the stimulation so it could see he meant no harm. He had watched the events by the liquid and had a good idea how to proceed.

How does it manage to control so many appendages at the same time, was Amanda's last rational thought? It was then that she saw a number of the more delicate tentacles converge on her body. Then that she became truly aware of something she had been blocking out. Those four tentacles already caressing parts of her defenceless body exactly as a lover would. And it was then that the last shred of scientific detachment fled from her mind, blanked out by overwhelming terror. 'Nooooohhhhhhh. Nonononono. Get away from me. HELP!' she wailed with fright. 'Get those slimy things off meeeeeee!'

The four original tentacles continued their work. One caressed her neck. Another stroked up and down her back, while a third kneaded her calf muscles. The fourth spread across her soft belly, tiny suckers contracting and releasing in rhythmic stimulation. Others soon joined them. Rhyull had studied closely. Parts of the creature had to be given attention in a specific order. One of his holding-tentacles traced around the lips of her generous mouth as Amanda tried in vain to twist her head away. A couple of others headed straight for her full heaving breasts. Delicate yet strong, finger-tentacles wrapped around each circumference squeezing inwards so that her tits bulged into even greater prominence. Other tentacles spread over the conical flesh, suckers working on the sensitive skin. Not slimy, dry, more like the feel of a snake apart from those tiny little mouths, planting hundreds of kisses all over her vulnerable breasts.

Amanda looked down her violated body in horrified fascination. Unable to cry out in case the thick tentacle tracing and, yes, kissing her lips should slip inside, she moaned quietly. Felt despite herself, a swelling and hardening of her breasts, traitors responding to the constant stimulation. Watched helplessly as her nipples stood to attention. Whatever this monster was, it knew just how to get to her. Thoughts confused, terror mixed now with the first onsets of excitement. Maybe it wasn't going to kill her after all. Maybe it was going to .....................!!!!!!!

Finger-tentacles detached themselves from her large golden globes and centred on rising nipples. Wrapped themselves tightly around the hardening points, while the remaining tentacles continued their incessant stimulation of soft tit flesh. And her nipples responded. Oh, did they ever respond! Amanda's breathing quickened, grew shallower as the intrusive tentacles manipulated her nipples without mercy. Harder they grew, harder and longer than they had ever been before. Almost a full inch long now and so hard they must surely explode. Moaning louder now, lust replacing terror. Tentacles twisting and pulling at her bursting nipples, suckers contracting and releasing ceaselessly on their incredibly sensitive surfaces.

Feeling the heat grow between her legs, Amanda started to panic again. No! This monstrosity couldn't turn her on. She couldn't be about to ............ to come! But her body betrayed her yet again. As insatiable tentacles continued their devilish work on her swollen tits, she distinctly felt her pussy begin to moisten, to throb slightly. It couldn't be happening! But all too clearly it was. She writhed within the confines of her bonds, moaning almost continuously now. The heat grew in her groin and she sensed her clitoris swell, eager for attention. Attention from that, that thing! NO!! How could she! Feelings rose, her swollen nipples throbbed and her cunt was on fire. Red lust blanked out terror and confusion as she spasmed into unexpected and unwanted orgasm. 'Aaaahhhhhh ............ nnoooohhhhh ......... nnnggghhaaahhhh ............ pleeeeassseeee.' Briefly she passed out.

Nothing had changed when she regained consciousness. Tentacles still stimulated her back, her neck, her stomach and lower legs .................. her swollen tits and their diamond peaks. Her whole body had become an erogenous zone, she thought dazedly. Then she gasped. She could clearly feel yet more of those agile little tentacles spreading over her bottom. Could clearly feel them massaging her firm cheeks, contracting, relaxing, and starting their unholy kissing sensation over the full expanse of her naked buttocks. Slipping into the valley between! Using her natural perspiration to slide up and down the crevice. Tickling the sensitive flesh around her anus. Moaning again, getting hot again, too confused by feelings of rampant lust even to be outraged at this invasion of her ass. God, if only she could find a human lover who made her feel like this, confused thoughts swam in a sea of red.

Then the inevitable. More tentacles, how many more were there? These spreading over her thighs, probing between, forcing her legs apart despite half-hearted efforts to clench muscles. Forcing her legs wide, wider. And higher, bending her knees back towards her stomach. Knowing she was now totally exposed. Hating it, fighting it, but at the same time ................ Fluttery feelings, stroking and kissing the incredibly smooth and sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Building the fire in her cunt without even touching it ..................... yet.

Finally they came. Creeping over her neatly trimmed triangle of hair, kissing down the folds between cunt lips and abdomen. Tentacles crawling all over her pubic mound. Feelings swinging between lust and rage, one was feeding the other. Tentacles now pressing harder, right on her notch. Pressing inwards, parting her lips, opening her like a flower. Lust-flower, cunt-flower, her mind wandered. One of the little digits closed on her aching clitoris. Suckers worked over and around the swollen bud, kissing, moving remorselessly, and manipulating the little hood back until her clit stood proud, aching for release. Release came briefly. Amanda's mouth gaped wide as orgasm overtook her again. 'Nnnngghhaaaahhhh', sounds stifled quickly as the waiting tentacle took its opportunity, sliding into her mouth, flicking around her tongue. Support beneath her head was released and it sank backward, long black hair hanging towards the ground and neck arched. Helplessly she hung there, arms held wide apart by the restraining bands, legs raised and akimbo, the plaything of a monster from hell. The tentacle in her mouth used the new angle to improve its position, filling her mouth completely, stretching her jaw painfully. Meanwhile a smaller tentacle slid effortlessly into her twitching vagina. Slid deep within her most secret place. Then another, and another and ............... she lost count. Couldn't think, couldn't do anything but writhe helplessly as she was raped, violated, stimulated beyond belief.

Tentacles massaging her full tits. Tentacles tugging at her hard nipples. Yet others rhythmically squeezing her firm buttocks, kissing across her belly and inner thighs. Pistoning now in and out of her mouth, almost into her throat, forcing her lips into an obscene blow-job. Moving up and down her slippery cunt. Sliding in and out, wet with her juices, stretching pliable walls wide, flickering over the inner surfaces of her vagina, running over g-spot, questing around cervix. Rubbing furiously over her inflamed clitoris. And sliding into her anus! The final outrage. And the final missing piece that tipped Amanda helplessly into continuous orgasm. Coming again and again. No release, no pause to recover. Brain functions now whited out by the endless spasms she hung, body twitching spastically, helpless and almost unconscious in a writhing web of tentacles, held up only by their implacable grip.

Rhyull fed greedily. The psychic emanations from this animal were incredible. So rich a sensation - and so much. Far superior to the psyferns of home. The difference between plant and animal? He didn't know and didn't care. In his own way he was in ecstasy also. Totally intent on sucking up the psychic emanation released by his stimulation, he was unaware of a change taking place in the limp body held in his strong tentacles. Unaware that the body was withering, failing. Amanda sighed once, softly and quietly. Her essential spirit floated free on butterfly wings. Looked briefly looking down on that ravaged shell, of which she had once been so proud. Then turned away, towards the glorious shining light that awaited her, and was gone.

Sensation faded and Rhyull looked down at the withered husk that had once been the vibrant body of a beautiful young woman. Drained now and undoubtedly quite dead. He sighed mentally. He hadn't intended any harm to this animal. Somehow his feeding had caused such a detrimental effect. The body, still held in his strong tentacles, had been sucked dry within the space of a few minutes. He had unwittingly taken the very life-essence from the girl as he fed on her emanations. Rhyull sighed again. He was sorry for the animal, but after all it was only an animal. Most of the alien races he had encountered used animals for food in some way or other. It was natural. The weak gave life to sustain the strong. And even if the creatures turned out to be sentient, he knew he would not willingly forgo that feeding frenzy again. It had been too good, too addictive. He wanted more.

Gently he lowered the drained husk to the floor. He would not, could not now return home. Not ever. He knew that clearly. Go home and never again taste such an emanation? Go home to the bland food he had previously considered so tasty? No! Let the rescue ship come and let it go home empty. He had to stay. Had to repeat this experience - over and over again. And why wait? There was still another source of food within easy reach. The paler coloured female was still there. And surely, beyond that, there had to be others....................................

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