The blob wastes no time hammering away at you, even after that first massive orgasm shook throughout your entire body. You can already feel the intense surges of pleasure rising up through your spine as that thick tendril mercilessly pounds away at your tightly parted cunny. It's already so much that you almost want to just forget about everything and just give in to the aphrodisiac-enhanced pleasure of it all... but there's still at least one thing it hasn't done yet. That happened to be the next thing that grabbed your attention. With that insistent tendril driving in and out of your throat still holding your head back, you can't maneuver enough to see what you felt coming next.
Another transparent vine, you guess to be just a bit thinner than the one currently hammering away at your womanhood, has wriggled its way up between the cheeks of your perky little rump, and is nuzzling against your rather tight rear entrance. Obviously, you're almost too distracted to really follow all of its motions, but it seems to be following the same 'procedure' that the one in your cunny did. There's no mistaking that warm fluid as it starts spraying up into you like some kind of twisted enema... but you can't deny that hot, burning sensation you've already grown to hate so much as it starts to take effect on your insides.
Even with all the unbelievable amounts of pleasure flowing through you by way of that thick, rapidly hammering tendril, that burning sensation in your rump still finds a way through it all, and once again you find your thoughts begging the creature to just get it over with! Unfortunately for you, it decides to continue its "training regimen" by holding back on that for now and just leaving it to nudge your rump with the tip to keep you from going insane with lust.
In the meanwhile, another 'average-sized' tendril comes in to encircle your one freely bouncing breast and begin firmly massaging and groping at it. A much thinner one moves in to circle around your hardened nipple and start squeezing and tugging on it. You hadn't even noticed that the ones that were originally groping your chest had let go back when the blob had started hammering away at your drooling folds. Speaking of which, you've noticed that particular tendril had just started to shudder and quiver a bit.
The intolerable burning sensation in your rump had almost made you forget all about those other two tendrils pounding away at your body. That's when you happened to notice that the thicker one pounding your snatch seems to have come from over head, and then you spot the 'source' of it's quivering. At least half a dozen large bulges are visible running up along the transparent vine, and you can only assume what it is that's running through that 'inner tube' of the tentacle. You soon get your obvious answer, but not after that tendril suddenly rams itself up into your womb! Your back immediately jumps up a little, and your eyes widen in shock. Fortunately enough, something about that mysterious aphrodisiac seems to have dulled most of the pain caused by the penetration of your cervix, as well as the slight stretch brought on as that first bulge squeezes past your folds.
Within moments, you can feel a tremendous burst of the creature's hot, thick seed pouring directly into your womb just as another large bulge passes into you. Another large burst of seed pours into you, already filling your womb to the brim. The third load comes, and with little room to go to, a lot of it starts squeezing backwards around the tendril with the pressure, and spraying out between your legs. Just as the fourth bulge arrives, you notice that the tendril in your mouth has started to climax as well, once again filling your stomach with that other, more mysterious fluid, and coating your mouth in the surprisingly delicious taste of it, with the remnants splattering across your face and chest or dribbling down your chin. Two or three more bulges pass through your cunny lips down below before it finally stops.
That lower tendril pauses for just a moment inside you, but the one in your mouth is swiftly replaced by another, without releasing your breast. The thicker tendril finally pulls out of you, allowing most of the excess seed to pour out between your legs and down to the floor below. Just then, you are reminded of the burning sensation in your rump, and the one starting to return in your cunny. As if to show some kind of 'mercy', the creature suddenly rams the one nestled against your puckered rear entrance, straight up into you, and begins hammering away. However, there's no relief for your battered folds.
As your cunny remains empty and burning, despite all the mixed fluids dribbling out of it, the tendrils around your limbs start to maneuver you around again, apparently to put you in a new position to continue its.. 'treatment'. |