Shokushu High School

ALONE IN A CROWD

As the young Japanese girl wandered about the Youth International compound, she found herself musing again on just why she was there. It had seemed a good idea at the time, to sign up and do some voluntary work. Of course it had pleased her parents who now believed that the former wild-child whose exploits had made them dread the telephone ringing was now a reformed character. But most of all, it had been a way to drop out of sight for a while.

On reflection, it had been a mistake to get sexually involved with the leaders of two different biker gangs at the same time. They were bound to find out eventually and the war that had erupted had cost two lives and five hospitalisations before the Tokyo riot-squad stepped in - hard. But that was Miki. She had always acted impulsively. It was as though she was drawn to danger as a moth was drawn to a candle, conspiring in its own destruction. Miki had been close to the flame many times during her short eighteen years of life, but always somehow she had escaped serious injury. Maybe she was charmed, she wondered, or maybe the gods were saving her for something worse. Not that she always escaped unscathed though. After her latest escapade, one of the biker gangs had ambushed her as she was walking home. They had dragged her kicking and screaming to an abandoned warehouse and by the time all ten of them had finished with her, her abused pussy had been sore for a week - to say nothing of her tender young ass, which had been raped repeatedly.

That had been enough to make even Miki stop and think. Everything was getting a bit out of hand, so a few months away from Tokyo seemed a good idea. Her working-class parents were not rich enough to send her off to University, so when she heard that YouthInternational were looking for volunteers in Thailand, it seemed the ideal opportunity to get away and let things cool down for a bit. But now that she was here, with all these fresh-faced do-gooders in the middle of nowhere, she was bored out of her brain. She missed the loud, neon-bright Tokyo nights. She missed her friends too. But most of all she missed the sort of exciting sex that only seemed possible when danger lurked just around the corner, the shivery sensation that drove her slim legs to grip harder about whoever was fucking her at the time, the nervous fluttering sensation deep in her belly that fuelled her strongest orgasms.

Of course, she had screwed a few of the boys during her month in the camp, seven or eight, she couldn't quite remember off hand. But that was all they were, boys. Even the older ones were so inexperienced, so soppy in their lovemaking; grovelling over her body as though it was their first time, almost worshiping her just because she spread her legs for them. Then afterwards, always expecting it to mean something, even thinking she was going to be their girlfriend. Her mouth twisted in distaste. As if she would tie herself to one of those wimps! Most of them had even cried like babies when she told them to get lost. All of them slunk away with their tails between their legs. If just one had had the guts to stand up to her it might have been different. Just one who would slap her around a bit before ripping off her panties, taking what he wanted, ignoring her protests to fuck her like a real man. But no, they crawled away with those hurt puppy-dog eyes while she laughed at their weakness.

It was a pity that word had got around. Now she had developed a reputation as a bitch and it seemed to have frightened off all her potential sex partners. She hadn't been screwed for over a week and it wasn't as though it was even the wrong time of month. So she wandered aimlessly, alone, separated from her co-workers by her inability to live in the world as they saw it, a self-induced isolation, proud but lonely. Even the organisers seemed to recognise her as a disruptive influence and tended to assign her jobs that didn't involve any sort of teamwork.

FIRST STRIKE

So Miki wandered about the camp, lonely, more than half wishing she could be different, that she could fit in to the normal everyday hopes and aspirations of the people nearby. They moved about with an obvious purpose shining clear in eyes untroubled by doubts about the rightness of their world. But in their travels they never came too close to the young Japanese, unconsciously adjusting their paths, leaving her in a bubble of self-imposed isolation. Deep inside, Miki knew she could never be a part of their life. But there were times when a small part of her looked out like the little girl she had once been, seeking approval, wanting to be accepted, yearning to crawl into the amorphous warmth of belonging.

She needed to get away. Away from all these 'decent' people. Away from the maudlin feelings that threatened to drive her into some sort repentance that she would later regret. She could almost picture herself, weeping and begging for forgiveness, promising to lead a better life, pleading to be accepted by a bunch of holier-than-thou straights who were looking on in smug satisfaction. The vision shook her badly. So Miki drifted away, out towards the edge of the camp and past the last of the huts. Out towards the deserted area where a voracious jungle was already trying to reclaim that little bubble of civilisation.

Rhyull watched the lonely figure as it meandered nearer to his hiding place. A young girl, similar but different to the two he had captured together by the flowing liquid, the ones who had escaped before he finished feeding. The same slender body but a paler skin and the long fur covering its head was not black, as theirs had been, but purple. Rhyull knew nothing of dye and assumed the colour was natural. In calculated defiance of her companions, Miki was wearing her studded leather jacket, even in temperatures approaching 95. As a compromise, underneath she wore little more than a thin t-shirt and a short denim mini-skirt. As she walked, her bare legs trod an easy path over the uneven ground. Once she stumbled, almost fell, and the heavy jacket parted to expose cotton fabric stretched tightly over well-shaped breasts, shadowy nipples half revealed through the thin material. If she would just come a little closer, just to the edge of the tree-line.

As if in response, Miki walked towards him. Maybe she could do enough to take the heat out of her present situation by gathering some fruit unasked. These 'decent' people were always so quick to give anyone a second chance. That would at least make the rest of her time here a bit more tolerable. If she could restrain her natural inclinations for a few months, a big 'if' but it was worth a try. Maybe she should avoid returning to Tokyo altogether, find a new town and a job, and make a new start where nobody knew her. Miki walked under the first overhanging trees.

Rhyull was effectively invisible amongst the riotous colours of the tropical jungle. There was no warning at all as a swarm of tentacles whipped out, lashing arms close to the slim body, covering her mouth so that she could not cry out in fear or rage. And there would be no chances taken this time. Narcotic gas jetted from narrow gills and Miki slipped softly into unconsciousness. Taking the limp body in his carrying-tentacles the alien slithered silently away, deep into the dense undergrowth.

ANIMATION

While Miki slept, Rhyull removed the heavy leather jacket and set it aside. It was a strange material, different from any other he had come across before. It seemed to hold its own warmth like the tough skin of some animal. Placing his prisoner on the jungle floor, he took it up again to examine the garment further. It appeared intended to protect its wearer from weather far more extreme than any he had experienced so far. Did that imply that the climate in this area was subject to violent change? Miki regarded Rhyull through slitted eyes. Her previous experiences had left her far more resistant to drugs than any of the aliens previous victims.

The monster before her looked like something from one of the laughable films she had seen years earlier on television shows. A huge beetle crossed with a squid and with more than its fair share of tentacle-like appendages. Could it be a man dressed up, she wondered? Some of the guys from the camp getting their own back on her? Or maybe she had wandered into a film set? Whatever, she was out of here. There was no way she was hanging around to be the butt of someone's warped sense of humour! They could bring her jacket back later when they called to apologise.

Stealthily the young Japanese girl gathered her legs underneath herself and found places where she could dig the toes of her sandals into the soft mossy surface. Then with a bound she leapt forwards. Almost doubled over, arms waving wildly and grabbing at low branches, trying to gain her balance while putting as much distance as possible between herself and the weird monstrosity that had her jacket. Rhyull silently cursed his carelessness and dropped the heavy garment. Moving faster than his bulk would appear capable of doing, he sent a dozen tentacles undulating towards the fleeing figure. One snagged a foot, which twisted out of his grip, leaving the sandal behind. But it was enough. Miki had never gained proper balance and she crashed forwards onto her hands and knees. Then Rhyull was upon her.

Tentacles lashed out, capturing arms and legs while the young hellcat fought wildly to escape their grip. Such strength in such a small frame! It took all his efforts to hold her! At last he had her gripped tightly but there was no way he could adjust the frantically squirming body. She would have to stay there, on all-fours, elbows and knees pressed into the moss. The struggles grew less as Miki realised the helplessness of her position. Whatever had her was certainly no man inside a costume. No-one could be controlling all those feelers at once. Memories of Triffids came back from a book she had read years earlier. Later memories of dark Hentai magazines - the ones all the boys liked to drool over, brought her close to real panic. A prisoner, miles from any possible help, she knelt on the jungle floor, panting like an animal, head darting from side to side, feral eyes gleaming through the hanging curtain of her long purple hair, searching for a way out.

When the first touches came they were gentle, as if the alien were seeking to soothe the wild animal in its grip. Delicate tendrils edged under the fabric of her t-shirt and spread across the bare skin of her lower back. Miki shivered. Cool and dry, the appendages wormed upwards under the tight fabric, tiny suckers inching them along, gripping and releasing in their rhythmic movement. Reaching the top, one tentacle touched the back of her neck, then circled right around that ivory column, stimulating the soft velvety skin as it encircled her neck. Another joined it, then another. Other tentacles stayed hidden from view beneath the cotton, working blindly over the sensitive skin, probing every hollow of her slender back. Despite herself, Miki found the touches erotic and her breathing deepened even as she tried to avoid the inquisitive exploration.

Feelers circling her neck released their trifurcated tips and quested over her face, investigating her features, tracing around her small ears. Meanwhile some of the tentacles splayed across her back, headed down over her sides. Creeping over the supple flesh of her waist, they circled round onto the soft swell of her belly, leaving no part untouched as they inched under the tight t-shirt, exploring her tummy, even poking into the depression of her navel. Miki moaned slightly as more of her soft sensitive skin was being caressed and aroused by the alien intruders. It felt better than anyone had made her feel for the longest time. How could something so hideous make her experience sensations that males of her own kind seemed incapable of doing?

Between the three-pronged tips of his investigative tentacles, Rhyull had almost forty long feelers to bring into play. Several he sent coiling round the upper legs of the female crouched beneath him. Once in place they moved slowly over thigh-flesh, caressing the taut softness beneath themselves, playing havoc with Miki's emotions as they slithered over her inner thighs. She moaned louder, the gentle touch arousing her susceptible body in ways she had rarely experienced before. All the men of her own age who had used her body had nothing more in mind than to squeeze her tits before sticking their pathetic organs inside her cunt. The one exception had been an older man, a writer who had played her body like an expensive instrument, sending her soaring into ecstasy with his experienced touch. Now it was happening again at the hands of an alien monstrosity. Miki felt her nipples awakening and her panties growing damp. Her struggles to escape grew more erratic as her mind was confused by the sensations it was experiencing.

Sensing her growing arousal, Rhyull held himself in check. No rush this time to devour psychic emanations, rather he would use her slowly, drawing out every last drop of the mental nectar. While gradually increasing the degree of stimulation across her flesh, her sent more tendrils worming under the front of Miki's t-shirt. These travelled upwards until they encountered the pendant forms of her firm young breasts and coiled around them. Miki groaned, feeling the suckers pinch and release across the receptive surfaces of her hanging tits. The gentle nipping sensation was like the lips of a hundred tiny lovers kissing all over the tingling skin of her gently swaying mounds. Tentacles coiled a dozen times around each breast, encircling both conical tits completely. As soon as they were in place, Rhyull began to contract and release the appendages in a steady pulsing movement. Miki gasped again as her tits began to swell with lust under the rhythmic squeezing. Her breath became increasingly ragged. If she could only forget what it was that was causing the sensations she could have the time of her young life.

'Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh,' two of the tentacles released their three tips, which began to explore the surfaces of her pointed nipples. Already erected under the stimulation of the rest of her body, her peaks began to harden as they were manipulated by the probing feelers. The receptive nubs began to throb slightly as they engorged with blood, lengthening and becoming more sensitive to the slim tendrils which coiled around them and began to tug tenderly.
'Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh ...... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm .........uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh' her tits felt so hard, her nipples so swollen under the assault. The sensation as her jutting breasts were manipulated and her distended teats were carefully but incessantly milked blew through her brain. A wave of heat swept through her body, centring on her crotch and she came to a sudden, juddering climax, feeling her panties become sodden as her cunt released a flood of love juice. Rhyull lapped up the emanation with desperate relish.

There was no release from the web of ecstasy that held Miki prisoned even more strongly than the bonds securing her knees and elbows. If anything the tentacles intensified their efforts to excite her, crawling over her body with a thousand caresses, rhythmically squeezing the hanging globes of her heaving breasts, and relentlessly stimulating her tumescent nipples. Feelers that had been exploring her face and neck began to trace the outlines of her generous lips and one slid easily inside her wide open mouth, tracing the inner surfaces, playing with her tongue, almost French-kissing her. Others began to investigate around the delicate entrances of her ears, then to slip within. The feeling as two slender tendrils probed her ears simultaneously was like a bolt of lightning right through the centre of her brain. Purple hair swayed wildly from side to side as the young girl shuddered with abandon.

RESPONSE

Even as Miki's hips shook with lust beneath the short pelmet of her skirt, tentacles were heading inwards. Working down over the denim, they slipped beneath her hem and disappeared from sight as they began to explore her rounded bottom. First crawling over the surface of her panties, then soon edging under the thin material to begin to investigate the naked flesh of her taut hemispheres. Miki groaned with desire as the delicate tendrils crept over tingling skin, while the bolder ones discovered her crevice and wormed their way deep inside, sliding down the channel and investigating her tight little anus. While some continued downward, heading for her cunt, one of the thicker ones continued to probe her ass. Slowly it worked its narrow tip through the unyielding petals until it was an inch deep. Then it brought its suckers into play, gripping the inner walls and inching its way deeper past the stretching muscle ring. Finally it was embedded deep within her shuddering body, where it twisted and turned, relentlessly exploring the twitching walls of her anus.

As tentacles rippled and flexed to free the sodden material of Miki's pale blue panties where it was embedded in her pouting vulva, anyone with a good view would have noted that she dyed her pubic hair to match her head. But unfortunately that delectable sight went unremarked. As the cloth came free, feelers moved insistently onto the exposed surface of her sex-lips, crawling over the puffy surfaces, gripping then with their suckers and parting the lips to expose her inner secrets. While several slithered up and down her moist channel, others teased the inner lips wider apart to expose her erect clitoris. One supple appendage, slick with her honey, began to tickle the little button with its tip.

'Nnnnngghhhhhhhhhhhh ... Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhh ......,' Miki jolted into another powerful orgasm as her sensitive clit was teased unmercifully. Juice streamed from her shuddering cunt to anoint her thighs. She was overcome with lust now, no thought of escape, no thought about what unholy creature was exciting these potent feelings in her trembling young body. If it took an alien to make her feel this good then maybe she should take it to meet her parents, she thought fuzzily. She couldn't go back to the hopeless groping of her peers after being so expertly sexed-up. Her shapely tits swelled even harder and her nipples jutted rock hard under the continuing milking motion as a red haze descended over her mind. Rhyull fed with abandon.

As one tentacle continued to fence with her tongue and two more maintained their exploration of her ears, the one deep in her ass began to move. Unhurriedly it slid part-way out, then back again, speeding up gradually to begin fucking her anus, shafting in and out of the stretched walls of the abused orifice. Plunging deep into her body with each thrust, the movement grew faster, harder. Only one hole was left unfilled. Another thick appendage landed right on the entrance to her vagina and began to squirm inside. It met little resistance from the welcoming cunt it was seeking to enter and with one small push it embedded itself deep in her sugar walls. The narrow tip began to explore her insides, wriggling over ridged surfaces, flickering over her g-spot.
'Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...... nnnnnnnnnnnnnn ............ aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh ......... FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!!' Miki lost all semblance of control as the tentacle began to drive into her cunt, matching its rhythm to the one still thrusting into her anus. Spitting out the tendril exploring her mouth, she howled with passion, shrieked into another powerful orgasm. Grabbing the end of a thick appendage that secured her elbow, she fastened her lips about it and began to suck, sliding her mouth up and down on the phallic length.

Rhyull also lost all control as his feeding frenzy took over. Wildly his tentacles moved in blurring motion over Miki's skin. Harder then harder he constricted her swollen tits, flesh bulging between prisoning bands under the assault. The tendrils holding her pouting nipples gripped stronger, tweaking wildly on the long engorged teats. One feeler got a grip on the slippery nub of her clitoris and began to tug at the little bud, yanking harder, pulling her clit out until it looked like a little finger jutting between her swollen widespread lips. Another tentacle forced its way into her anus, matching its movements to the one already screwing her, powering into her aching ass, forcing the slackened opening wider. Several more stretched her cunt to its extremity as they thrust deep inside, plunging in and out in a wildly remorseless motion. Her snatch gaped wide under the assault, tortured muscles giving way to the enormous bulk being relentlessly shafted into her helpless body. She was being split apart from the unremitting fucking she was receiving, her body could never recover from this abuse. But still consumed with lust, not even feeling the pain of muscles enlarged beyond any natural capacity, she continued to bob her head up and down, taking the thick tentacle deep in her throat, an obscene blow-job on the alien appendage. Juice flowed down her thighs in a torrent as orgasm after orgasm wracked through her shuddering body. Miki writhed and spasmed continuously in her restraints, her cunt rippling as it strove to take more, her body jerking and shuddering, muffled moans escaping past the bulk filling her mouth, her brain a white-hot sea of sensual pleasure.

It couldn't last. Even as her body began to come apart under the assault, her psychic emanation slackened and faded. The tormented figure that had once been a vibrant human being slid limply to the jungle floor as Rhyull drained the last drops of food and her spirit departed. Without looking back, the alien withdrew his appendages from the pathetic little form and moved away, to return to his vantage point overlooking the camp. Miki, the tortured rebel, felt warm bright radiance enfold her soul and knew peace for the first time since puberty. Her essential essence drifted away into the light. She was home at last.

Back at the camp it was two days before Miki was missed. Even then it was generally assumed she had just hitched a ride out of the area. No-one regretted her departure. They just bagged up her belongings and sent a letter to her parents. Her body was never found.

INFILTRATION

The emanations from the little Japanese girl kept Rhyull happy for a couple of planetary rotations. Amazing that such a slender form could contain so much power. But inevitably his sense of well-being wore off and the craving began to return. Soon he would need to feed again. Still, at least he was well sited and wouldn't have to look too far for his next victim. From the security of his jungle hideout he had been watching the large compound and there was certainly no shortage of young females. True, there were a disagreeable number of young males around the place but he was confident he could either evade or deal with them - providing they did not band together as they had done on a previous occasion. Certainly he sensed little sexual activity between males and females, so it would be easy to find a female free of the horrid pollution of the putrid male emanations.

A couple of days later, Rhyull was experiencing a sensation that humans would term frustration. He was overdue for his next feeding session and no opportunities had presented themselves. It was so annoying when dozens of suitable food-sources were located less than a hundred yards away. Sometimes the sensation of female emanations was so strong that he almost lost control. But since the little purple-haired girl, not one of them had come alone anywhere near where he waited. True they wandered around singly or in pairs, but only within the centre of the encampment. And only within sight of too many others. Every time they headed into the jungle it was in large groups and usually inside vehicles. If nothing presented itself soon he would have to take a risk. The craving was growing strong now.

Tanya Bayard felt inordinately self-satisfied as she walked the short distance from the Dining Hall to the Administration Building. At 28-years old, she should have been at a disadvantage when surrounded by a host of pretty girls in their late teens. But once again she had proved that it took more than a fresh face and peachy skin to win out. Indeed, in her five years as a Field Organiser for Youth International, she had never once lost out to a younger girl when she set her eyes on a male she wanted. And there had been many such males.

Being attractive helped of course. So did having a figure that retained its youthful tone while at the same time having developed the sort of curves that teenys could only dream of. And she wasn't shy of showing it off. Her 38D breasts bobbled attractively as she walked, obviously braless beneath the loose fitting blouse. The rest of her body curved nicely beneath the short skirt. Womanly, as she thought of it. Her 25-inch waist still curved inwards like a glamour model's. Maybe she could have stood to lose an inch off her 36-inch hips but the boys seemed to like it. Something to grab hold of as they pumped into her, not like the bony hips of an eighteen-year old. Yes, definitely womanly! Her short brown hair tossed attractively as she nodded to herself in inward agreement.

Inevitably she had been hit upon by every male member of the staff at one time or another. But she didn't go a deal on men her own age or older. They tended to be paunchy and they fell asleep too early by her reckoning. No, give her a young boy of nineteen any day. Old enough to have had a bit of experience but young enough to be full of testosterone. They came quickly, but they got hard again almost as fast - and they could keep going all night! They were so grateful for the tricks an experienced woman could teach them and they knew how to keep quiet about their liaisons with her. They had to if they wanted a repeat. Tanya had no intention of losing such a 'rewarding' job as this one. The success of her discretion could be measured by the fact that many of the male administrators were convinced she was a dyke. A misapprehension that she did little to correct.

Entering the Administration Building, her thoughts were on anything but work. Her latest conquest would be visiting her for the first time tonight. Ziggy, why the hell did they have to have such silly names, she wondered to herself, were their parents retards? Ziggy would be tapping at the rear window, the one overlooking the jungle, after the camp had settled down for tonight. Over six feet tall and with the sort of muscular physique that promised to be able to keep up with her voracious appetite. She had seen him without a shirt, chopping logs and his easy movements almost guaranteed his stamina in bed. There had been some competition for his attentions from a little blonde cheerleader type but Tanya's voluptuous breasts had carried the decision in her favour.

Night fell without any opportunities for Rhyull to feed. This could not go on indefinitely. Already the need was a nagging sensation deep inside. Better to move sooner rather than later. Move now, while he still had his judgement almost intact, not wait until desperation tempted him to take risks. There were lights in the centre of the camp but around the peripheries it was almost black as clouds obscured the moon. Soundlessly he edged out of cover and stealthily moved towards the nearest building.

Rhyull approached a number of windows without success. Most were covered by fabric and tightly closed. He wouldn't risk that sort of obstacle until he had to. One window promised untold riches, six young girls sitting or lying about the room with very little to hide their bodies. They appeared to be in animated communication as they drank tawny liquid straight from its containers. Their combined emanation permeated even through the closed window. Reluctantly he passed on. There were too many of them to chance it.

Light blazed suddenly from a window ahead and Rhyull froze. Even as he did, he spied a human male approaching the lighted square. A slender arm opened the glass covering and the male disappeared from view into the building. Seeing that the window remained unfastened and uncovered by fabric, Rhyull approached carefully. Inside the room, Tanya was playing it cool, offering Ziggy a drink, ensuring he sat on the chair rather than next to her on the sofa. A little anticipation was good for the soul, she believed and it wouldn't do for him to think she was desperate. So they sat apart and spoke of innocuous subjects while sipping their drinks and trying to mask the hunger in their eyes.

Rhyull peered through the opening, assessing the scene within. The male facing him was typical of their kind and quite repulsive to the alien. His emanation was very strong. So too was that of the female who sat with her back to the window. She appeared to be in control, the male had an intent expression as he leaned towards her.
'Yes, that's very interesting Ziggy, but tell me, why did you come here instead of going to meet up with that little girl of yours, Dinah, Donna, whatever?'
'Donna? Well ...... err ... why ...... umm ... what I mean is ...... well, you, you're a real woman, like. I mean, Donna, well ...... Donna's a sweet kid but you ...... you've been there. You know what it's all about, like.'
'What what's all about?' she teased him gently.
'Why ...... umm ...... err ...... what it's all about between a man and ... umm ... a woman, you know.'
'Yes, I do. But do you?' she wanted him to understand who was in charge here.
'Sure I do, Miss Tanya,' more confident now, 'I've been around. It's not like I'm a virgin like half the kids around here. I've had plenty of girls.'
'Why then, Ziggy, I think it's time you proved it. Don't you? Come over here and kiss me.'

LESSONS

Ziggy almost scrambled across the room to fall on his knees before the seated figure. Hesitantly presenting his puckered lips, he plastered a childlike kiss on her bright-red lipstick covered lips. Tanya smiled inwardly. He might not be a virgin but she doubted he had made any of his girlfriends climax. He had a lot to learn before he could satisfy a real woman. Still, it wouldn't do to deflate his ego at this stage. All too often that led to a deflation of other parts. Men were so fragile! Instead she took the lead, wrapping her arms about his neck and mashing her mouth against his, grinding her lips over the boy's until she could feel his teeth pressing through, forcing her tongue into his mouth as she gave him a quick lesson in French.

Rhyull watched with interest. He couldn't risk an attack yet with the male looking almost directly at him past the female but maybe there would be an opportunity before the female became polluted by male emanation. If not, then he would learn more about the mating habits of these strange animals. Such information may be useful and he had plenty of time to seek other prey if necessary. He watched as the female grasped the male by each side of his head and guided his mouth to her neck, encouraging him to kiss the sensitive skin, directing him to the most responsive spots.

As soon as the boy had the hang of kissing the soft skin below her jaw-line, Tanya took his two hands in each of hers and moved them to her chest. No point in trying to teach him too much, he would learn to caress her back and arms at a later time. Rather she led him to the plump mounds of her breasts. They were the reason he was here, after all. Restraining him from his natural impulse to grab too hard, she smoothed his palms over the full surfaces, teaching him to follow the natural lines, showing him the touches that turned her on. He was a quick learner, she would say that for him. His hands soon moved over her tits with ease, exploring the entire surface of each orb. Satisfied with his progress, she released his hands and lightly scratched her long blood-red nails up each of his arms before sliding them below his t-shirt and caressing the muscular chest.

Leaning backwards until she was half reclining on the soft pillows covering the couch, Tanya placed her arms behind her head. Ziggy felt her boobs rise to greater prominence with the movement.
'Wouldn't you rather see them as nature intended?' she asked throatily. He needed no second invitation. Tanya was wearing a short predominantly pink strapless dress made from a thin material similar to his t-shirt. It hugged her full breasts and clearly defined the bumps of her aroused nipples. It was also very easy to get into, one of the reasons she had chosen to wear it. Simply by hooking his fingers into the top, he could drag the material down over her prominent tits and expose them fully to his avid gaze. Kneeling between her parted thighs, he dragged the material down and her breasts sprang into view.

The large mounds stood out startlingly from her slender frame, their tan contrasting nicely with the pink material bunched around her waist. Each impressive globe stood proud from her chest topped by a deep pink nipple centred in a wide aureole. Their shape was almost perfect and he looked in wonder, almost afraid to touch them. Truth to tell, he was not as experienced as he claimed and, while a couple of girls had let him fumble beneath their clothing, this was the first time he had seen a woman's naked tits since his mother had changed to bottle-feeding almost nineteen years earlier. But he couldn't let his companion know that or she might laugh, or worse throw him out. So he reached forward, concentrating on the way she had shown him to caress over her clothing.

Tanya's nipples popped up as his fingers carefully investigated the resilient shapes of her tits. Not so much from his touch, as from his hesitancy. She really got aroused by the inexperience of her companions. Their fumbling turned her on more than an assured touch did, which led her to changing lovers on a regular basis. As soon as they became competent, she lost interest. This one would probably last for weeks. Using only his fingertips, he might have been handling fine china as he explored the periphery of each cone before tracing over the surface to brush across her nipples. Gaining confidence by their hardness, he palmed each globe experimentally, testing their full weight, pressing lightly inwards to assess their firmness. Becoming excited, Ziggy's touch grew rougher. Clasping each melon, erect teats thrusting into his palms, he squeezed harder, fascinated as the malleable shapes changed under his manipulations. His hands moved over the expansive surfaces, squeezing and releasing, as Tanya's breathing grew deeper, more erratic.

She wanted him inside her, but she couldn't rush him. Not this time. So she allowed him to continue exploring her hardened breasts for long minutes. When his tugging on her engorged nipples grew too much she reached up and, grabbing him by the ears, drew his head down towards her bounteous tits. Eagerly his mouth fastened over one large teat and he began to suckle the distended peak. Tanya groaned as her nipple slid between his wet lips and into the warm cavern of his mouth, the suction teasing it out longer and harder. Her hands clasped around the back of his head and pressed him tightly to her bosom. It was the moment Rhyull had waited for. Neither of the people in the room could see as one long tentacle slid through the open window and slithered around the edge of the sofa.

As Ziggy moved his mouth from one engorged peak to the other he felt as though he was in heaven. Moments later he was. The whip-like tentacle lashed out to wrap about his neck and twisted. His spine snapped with deceptive ease and his body slid down past the mons he would never now explore, to crumple on the floor in a lifeless heap. By the time Tanya realised her companion wasn't taking the initiative and heading for her cunt, it was too late. As his head slid from beneath her hands, they fell together onto her tummy. A tentacle whipped about them binding them tightly together, while another twined around her neck, not to kill but to restrain. Her breathing impaired, Tanya managed little more than a loud croak as further tendrils twisted around her legs, making escape impossible.

ADVANCED LESSONS

By the time Tanya had any appreciation of her position, there was nothing she could do but squirm and try to wriggle her hands free of the implacable bands that bound them. It was useless. Her chest rose spectacularly as she drew a deep breath, ready to scream. The tentacle twined about her neck tightened slightly in warning. The woman glanced down at the limply hanging head of her companion and heeded the admonishment. Instead of a piercing shriek, her breath was released as a juddering moan. The reality of her secure little world collapsing about her caused Tanya's mind to teeter on the verge of madness.
'Who are you? WHAT are you? What do you want? Don't hurt me - I'll do anything - just don't kill me!' Rhyull ignored her pitiful pleas. Without ears, he could not have heard the words even if he understood the language. But he had learned enough to recognise that the movement of air and vibrations in the throats of his victims signified communication. Was the female trying to communicate with him or her dead male? He didn't know. He recognised the volume of air expelled as insufficient to alert anyone outside the room and was content with the situation.

As his need was not as desperate as it had been on several previous occasions, he decided not to overwhelm this female immediately with a strong multi-tentacled approach. His experience with the purple-furred one had suggested that a slower approach improved the flavour. Slowly, almost experimentally, he sent one appendage questing over the back of the sofa to creep over the full globe of her left breast. Tanya whimpered at the touch on her sensitive flesh, flesh already in a high state of arousal from the inexperienced fumblings of her previous lover. The feeling as a hundred tiny suckers moved over her swollen peak was like nothing she had ever felt before. Incredulously she sensed her nipple regaining its erected state as her skin reacted to the stimulation. A low moan mingled with the snuffles and sobs.

The tentacle curled below her breast, cupping it almost lovingly, raising it slightly as it supported the impressive weight. Steadily the appendage continued its progress, tiny suckers attaching and releasing in a maddeningly erotic motion over her receptive flesh. The familiar sensation of sexual arousal was almost soothing in its normality. Tanya's sobbing cries became muffled as tendrils of pleasure coiled into her mental awareness. As the thick tentacle completed its circumference of her breast, it began to squeeze gently into the resilient peak, contracting its circular perimeter and causing the heavy orb to bulge slightly. Suckers gripped and released in their turn, sending a rippling wave of pleasure round and round the swollen globe.
'Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,' despite her predicament Tanya had to react to the expert arousal of her shapely breast. A trickle of sensation wandered through her groin which grew perceptibly warmer. A woman of simple needs, slave to the moment, she actively sought enjoyment and wherever possible avoided anything she didn't like. By keeping her eyes focussed on a point just below the ceiling, she couldn't see the thick, snakelike bands that prisoned her arms and curled around her upthrust tit. She could also avoid the sight of Ziggy crumpled at her feet. Her erratic breathing steadied, then deepened. Automatically her body reacted to a familiar stimulus, sinking lower into the cushions, her hips moving forwards to make her sex more available.

Rhyull was aware of the changes. He also noticed the movement and saw her dress ride up almost to the junction of her well-turned thighs. He decided to investigate a new potential. Instead of following his normal pattern, a delicate tendril was sent questing around the sofa. Rising between widespread legs, it carefully gripped the hem and lifted the dress upwards to expose Tanya's naked mound. Certain that the evening would follow a familiar pattern, she had neglected to wear panties. Now her entire sex was revealed in all its defencelessness. Reflexively her hands tried to move downwards to conceal her nakedness but the appendage binding them resisted the movement. One hand managed to cover the carefully shaved surface of her pubis but much of her vulva was still visible between inadequate fingers.

Leaving her dress bunched around her waist, Rhyull directed the tentacle to explore Tanya's exposed cunt. The tendril slid easily between two fingers and applied its suckers to the depilitated sex-lips. Tanya groaned as it quested over heated flesh, arousing her sexual appetite. Her eyes began to glaze with lust and her mouth parted as she panted with anticipation. Without conscious thought, the two fingers framing her cunt pressed down and apart to open herself up. Her inner lips glowed pink and shiny with excitement. Rhyull had not met a woman such as this before. His previous victims had needed far more stimulation before they started to release their psychic emanation but this one was actively encouraging him to feed. He obviously still had much to learn about these animals.

The tentacle slithered easily through Tanya's juices to spread apart her inner lips and expose the erect bud of her clitoris. A low, almost feral growl sounded deep in the brunette's throat as tiny suckers fastened on the little nub and began to manipulate it.
'Nnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ............ Urrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ......... Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh ......' the shapely body spasmed into orgasm, mons thrusting forwards to greet the source of her pleasure. 'Oooohhhhhhh ...... yeesssssssss ......,' eyes unfocussed, thinking processes suspended, Tanya experienced the sensation while ignoring its source. Thighs splayed wide of their own accord, while fingers parted her sex-lips further, inviting more. Releasing her throbbing clit, the tentacle delicately traced down her channel until it reached the entrance to her vagina.

Effortlessly the slender tip slid inside her cunt. Slithering deeper, slick with her discharge, it investigated inner walls, suckers applying themselves to her g-spot as the flared appendage began to insert its bulk, widening her muscle ring as it pushed into her excited body. Her chest heaved as she writhed beneath the stimulation. Nipples stood proud, thrusting out, seeking attention. With a quick tug Rhyull pulled her arms back over her head to leave her body fully exposed. Another thick tentacle circled her right breast, squeezing and rippling the hardened flesh. Delicate tendrils clamped onto her extended nipples and began to tug insistently on the engorged peaks.
'Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhh,' Tanya came again, her mind a formless sea of lust, no longer aware of where she was or who she was with. Barely even aware of who she was any more.

Working slowly, in no rush to finish this feeding, savouring the emanations of such an easily aroused female animal, Rhyull worked her body steadily. While half a dozen appendages attended to her swollen tits and their inflamed peaks, more tentacles quested over her exposed body, seeking any way to further her arousal. Every part of the writhing form seemed to respond to his touch. Each new area of flesh that was stimulated pushed her arousal higher. Tanya moaned incessantly now. Even in her wildest fantasies she had never dreamed of so much pleasure.

A new tentacle grasped her distended clitoris while the original one pumped steadily in and out of her vagina, triggering a fresh orgasm. Another tentacle slithered beneath her to explore the crevice between her buttocks. Finding the entrance to her anus, it worked its way inside and began to writhe about in the confined space, bringing a scream of pleasure as it played over sensitive inner walls. Rhyull sensed the vibrations at her throat and began to worry that the sound of her excitement would carry too far in the quiet night air. Quickly seeking to stifle the noise, he thrust a thick appendage deep into the gaping mouth. Tanya seized it with her lips and began to suck on its rubbery surface voraciously.

Tirelessly Rhyull manipulated the squirming body with the full range of his assorted limbs. He was rewarded by a steady, seemingly endless flow of psychic emanation. Tanya drifted in her lust-soaked dreams, her insatiable body accepting every touch, every squeeze, and every thrust. Time after time her body shuddered into another orgasm but always she came back eager for more. Yet nothing lasts for ever. As the sky began to grey with the approaching dawn her movements slowed and her squirming grew weaker. Emanations faded slowly as even her almost limitless sexual capacity was used up. One final juddering orgasm wracked her body, her body jerked upwards arching her hips clear of the sofa to drain the last bit of pleasure from the shuddering intensity of her experience. Then she softly sank back onto the sofa and her spirit drifted away from the lifeless body that had experienced so much in such a short time.

Satiated for the present, Rhyull lifted the two bodies through the window and carried them deep into the jungle. Within hours it was all over the camp that one of the boys had run off with an older woman on the staff. Such things were by no means unknown in such an environment, though it was usually a young girl smitten by the experience of an older man. It certainly gave them something to discuss in the Administration Building. So the stuck-up bitch wasn't a dyke after all! She was so horny that she hadn't even bothered to pack her clothes!

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