5 comments/ 75346 views/ 2 favorites Curves Ch. 01 By: birachelg This has been exactly what I needed, a get-away from the rigours of work and the cold winter that has trapped my soul. Stepping out of my bungalow perched over the crystal blue sea I felt the breeze on my skin and the fresh scent of the ocean. 'Oh, this feels good', my mind raced as I thought about my impending boat trip. I had the concierge book a charter to take me on a day trip to a quiet island, a water trip not unlike my road trips I take in the mountains at home. I was so looking forward to it. With my sunglasses, tanning oil and sexiest little aquamarine bikini with a shear wrap around my waist I arrived at my charter's slip. "Curves" was her name... mmm, what a sexy name. She must have been 40 feet white shiny and new. I immediately noticed the great tanning decks one at the bow one a stern. 'I know my boating lingo', I laughed to myself. And to my astonishment and joy the most beautiful woman, in bikini shorts and a silk top came up the stairs from the cabin. Wow! Striking, sexy and cute with her ball cap on, shading the sun. "Hi there, I'm Rachel, your guide today". Shaking her hand I felt her soft skin with mine and blurted out with a gulp... "I'm Ashley, your guided today." Words cannot express her beauty, tanned softly with striking eyes, and with a tilt of the head she said: "OK, lets get you settled in...is your husband coming?" "No, no it's just me." She smiled. "Well then, it looks like it'll be a girls' day in the sun." "Indeed," I said, wondering if she could sense my attraction to her, and if she fancied women - more importantly ME! With that we were on our way to a small island with a hidden cove - great for sunbathing or "anything else," she said. As the cruiser ripped through the water we stood next to each other feeling the wind and the sea on our bodies. She was obviously comfortable with this boat. She knew it as if it were her child. We chatted and got to know one another. At one point I placed my hand on her back as we talked and let it linger there, with no objection from Rachel. She was flirtatious and fun, I was beginning to enjoy her very much. "Rach, do you mind if I lay on the aft deck and sunbathe?" "Please do - this is your boat today." I took my position on the deck stretched out my legs and found my oil. I slowly began to kneed it into my skin... Mmm, it felt so good under the sun. By instinct I took off my top. After all, there was just us and she was a woman... Mmm, my hands soaked in oil, I began to massage my breasts. It felt so warm and sensual. I had my sunglasses on and could see Rachel looking at me through the rear view mirror as I rubbed my skin, the look in her eye alluring and quite devious. Once I was finished I lay my head down on my towel and rested under the sun. After a while I turned over. It was then that I felt the cruiser slow. As I turned my head to see what we were doing, Rachel was standing next to me. "How you feelin', beautiful?... Mmm, the sun feels so good... I thought I'd offer a hand putting some oil on your back." Then it hit me. She must have been watching me for quite a while. And clearly she was comfortable with me. "Well... OK then." "My pleasure, Ashley." I felt her soft hands as they soothed my hot back with the oil, her fingers gentle but firm. Mmm, that feels so good Rachel, mmm..." "I'mmm glad", she purred. Oh, it was magical and I was becoming very wet, my lips were starting to swell as my Maldives beauty was touching me. "So, Rachel, do you have a boyfriend?" "No, no-one around, and to tell you the truth I'm not that interested right now." An opportunity. "Mmmmm, that feels good - could you oil me a little lower?" Her hands slid softly to the curve of my bottom. My bikini was low cut in the waist and her hands were free to roam to the top of my crack. "Mmmmm, don't stop." I could feel her heat and thought it alright to ask... "Rachel, would you be interested in someone like me?" Her hands stopped. Silence. Then, as they started again... "Ashley?" "Yes." "Why don't you show me if your interested in me." With that I rolled over exposing my firm hardened nipple to her. Lying on my side, my hand gently slid up her arm, to her neck. I kneaded it slowly and she stretched it, turned into the sun, eyes closed and moaned her pleasure. I leaned up and pulled her beautiful face to mine, opened my mouth and kissed my willing guide. Her wet mouth opened accepting my lips. My tongue traced hers as I moved in and pressed my nipples to her body, my hand continuing to rub as our kiss deepened. Mmmm, it was intense. Rachel was opening herself to me. I began to slide back giving us more room, bringing her with me as our mouths told each other we wanted this. Rachel's body lay on top of mine our legs straddling one another, our nipples pressing as our kiss grew more passionate. Her hands held my face as mine slid down her back onto her skin. "Ohhh, you are soooo beautiful," I moaned out loud. As I moved my hand under her top, she broke our kiss, sat up and slowly removed her top, up over her head. Her breasts uncovered and nipples hard she began to massage them, looking sexily into my eyes. "Ashley I want you, I have been watching you sunbathe... ahhh, I want this." Our wet loves were grinding against one another as she straddled my body, cupping her breasts. Without hesitation I sat up taking her into my arms, our naked breasts now touching for the first time. Shivers went down my spine; our kiss was free, open and emotional as our hands explored one another's bodies. I moved my hand down to her nipples, brushing it ever so softly. There she was straddling me, grinding into me. I had to take her and show her what I felt. I bent and shifted her backwards, laying her down in front of me, my lips starting at her knee and moving slowly up her thigh. She opened her legs to me giving me access to her inner thigh, and my mouth obliged, reaching her wet love. She let me tongue and trace her wetness through her bikini bottom, letting out a gasp of pleasure as she grabbed my hands in joy. "Ohhh, that feels soooooo good, Ashley, my love......YESSSSSS." And my mouth returned to her, soaking her crotch with my saliva and her wetness. Holding hands I brought one of hers to my mouth inviting her fingers to feel how wet she was and letting my mouth suck on her hand and crotch at the same time. Sliding her hand to the top of her bikini, I became the guide as I slid it under and down her wet crotch to her open and wanting love. She kept it there until my tongue forced it into her as I began to penetrate her from the outside of her bikini. "UH, UH UH," Rachel moaned as her finger began to move with my tongue, in and out of her love. My free hand slid up and untied her bikini from the side, letting it fall, now her fabric was free to move with my tongue and her fingers. I cupped her bottom and pulled her close to my mouth, deeper my tongue went deeper than with I ever thought it could, she pulled me into her with her fingers as we both made love to her beautiful pussy. "OHHHHH Ash, don't stop. PLEEASE don't stop!" Her bikini fell to the side, now allowing my mouth to fully enjoy her rapture, her taste, her smell, her sex. She was so wet and salty. OMG this was hot. She began to grind into my face as her fingers dove into her sex. I allowed two fingers from one hand to join hers, wetting them with my mouth and her tasty juice. In they slid, deep... ohhhh, the feeling of her fingers and mine working together into her love was too much. I got up on my knees and slid my other hand into my wet love, plunging them deep as well. "OHHHHHHH, Rachel!" I screamed, "OHHHHHH, this is incredible!" She could only manage a uhhhhhhhhh and a gggggguu as her pleasure went over the edge.... "OHHHHHH, ASHLEY, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeee!!!" Our fingers were working in tandem, fucking her wet sex. She was grasping on her nipple -what a scene - Rachel on her back, pulling on her nipples, I on my knees and down on her, mouth in her raw sex, and the two of us fucking her in motion... OHH, it was ecstasy. "Uuhhhhh, don't stop, Ash, DON'T STOP!! Please baby, take me...." In, out, in, out, our fingers fucked her, her clit exposed to me and my mouth clamped down on it. "Oohhhhhhhhhh, yessss Ash, suck my clit." My tongue went wild and our finger rhythm intensified in and out in opposite motions. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh MYYYYYYY Goddddddddd nggggggggggg.........," as she raised her hips to my mouth, grinding against my face and our hands. "OHHHH FUCKkkkkkkk, Ash, I can't... I ammmmm goinggggg". Feeling her closeness I intesified my mouth on her clit and drove my fingers deeper into her hole. "OHHHHHH UHHHH," I groaned as I knew she was close, tilting her head back and gritting her teeth... "UHHHHhh ohhhhhhhhh fucccck, yessssssss," as the rush of her orgasm hit her body and shuddered in delight. I could feel her tingle, pulled her hand out with mine and buried my face into her love, into her sex and drank her cummmmmmmmmmmm. "OHHHHH I'mmmmmmm cummmmmmmmmmming Ashhhleyyyyyyy, drinkkkkk meeeeeeee". I drank her, ohhh, how I drank her down as my fingers worked my wet sex. I had become Rachel's guide - she was mine now - as another wave of "GGGGGGG ooohhh I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiingggggggggggg" came over us. I left my sex and pulled her close to me as every last drop of her love entered my mouth. Calming down, she giggled in delight, tilted her head to one side touching my face and closed her eyes. I let her sleep as I drove the boat in our direction. With the GPS on board I knew where to go to find our private cove. Our cove. Where we could share more of ourselves with one another. For now I will let you sleep my darling. But I will wake you in ways you will always remember. Curves Ch. 01 Thanks to Tangent Joker for the edit. "So! To summarize: The Zorgon Empire has contracted us to produce an army of clones for its new offensive against the Cretan Federation, and the Cretan Federation has contracted us to produce colonists to bolster their territories against the Zorgons. So you see the problem. We have a major conflict of interest ticking like a shit bomb. We need to figure how to profit from both parties while keeping them in the dark. Suggestions anyone?" "Ahem!" "Cough! Cough!" "Well. . . er. . ." "Etc. . . etc. . ." "Uh sir, I have a suggestion." "Yes, most junior executive with the brain of a Dalgonian flea?" "Um, well, research division has just bio-engineered a new factory ship. They call a BFT. It stands for Breeder Factory and Transport." "Hmmm. Go on." "Well, the ship was engineered from an extremely prolific jellyfish from the Protean moons near Sirius. I propose we install an A.I., send it to an obscure but inhabited planet, and let the ship fulfill our contracts." "Good idea, but the planet most be out of the way. Way out of the way." "We've scouted some promising prospects along the rim, sir." "Okay, do it. If your idea works you will get a promotion to just junior executive with the brain of a Dalgonian flea." "Yes sir, thank you sir." Unfortunately, by the time the ship reached its destination, the Zorgons and Cretans had effectively and apocalyptically resolved their differences, voiding the contract. It didn't change the ship's mission, however, and the company kept shoddy records. *** In high school the women were known as the Curvy Club: Maria Cantalone, Charlotte Hughes, and Lynn O'Connor; best friends since junior high. The girls bonded over three common characteristics: they were chubby, blue collar brunettes, in affluent, blonde, and thin obsessed Malibu. New jobs and key promotions had brought their families to the wealthy California town. The effect put East Coast (Maria and Charlotte) and Midwest (Lynn) into conflict with Southern California. The boys either ignored or teased. The girls, titled with names like Britney, Tiffany, or Brandi, snarked and bullied. The future club came together for mutual survival. The blondes anointed the brunettes the Curvy Club as an insult to their chubbiness. And then the girls grew up. It happened in high school. The girls grew up and out. . . in all the places that mattered. Their parents encouraged them to pursue athletics which toned their muscles. Over the freshmen and sophomore years, the girls gained another foot in height, redistributing the body fat. Much of the redistribution went to their breasts and asses. The result: fat and flat became curvy and stacked, and the boys noticed. Seemingly overnight, the blonde cheerleading Paris Hilton wannabees faced competition from the three curviest, hottest, most voluptuous teens in the state, and the Curvy Club gave as good as they got. . . with interest. The high school snakepit, combined with the girls' street smart tough and smoldering sexuality, produced a trio of hot young women who embarked upon a decade of success in business, marriage, and entertainment. Each year the Curvy Club gathered in a pre-chosen area to catch up on each others' lives and bask in the glow of youth, beauty, and success. This year they picked a small isolated lake in British Columbia. "What a beautiful lake. What did you say it was called?" "Chuglick or something. Difficult to pronounce," replied Charlotte. "Well Chicklet or not, I'm swimming in it, soon as we unpack. God! I'm hot!" exclaimed Maria. "What do you think Lynn?" Lynn, busy with her bag, replied with an approving hand sign. "Gup! Gup!" Charlotte said. "Mmmm! Mmmm!" agreed Maria. The women had come up with codes and signals in junior high, as part of their war against the blondes. Hand gestures, body movements, and nonsense sounds were the girls' shield against the bullies. The habit continued even after they blossomed in high school. "Curvespeak" became their language of choice whenever they came together. "So how did you find this place," Maria, model, actress, and host of Pow! TV's Truth or Dare Challenge, asked. "My boyfriend," replied Charlotte, Public Relations Director for Visage, the social network site (it helped that the "boyfriend" was the founder and COB). "He camps a lot. He heard of this place from the locals. I rented the house cheap. The locals keep it up but nobody likes to stay here for some reason. The townies say the big animals avoid this place, so we don't have to worry about bears or wolves or moose or whatever." "Hmmm, I don't know," said Lynn, the CEO's housewife. "Big animals avoiding the area? Sounds creepy." "Well, the townies said the First Nations considered the area sacred. Some legend about a god coming from the sky and bestowing the gift of fertility." "Ha!" laughed Maria. "'Gift of fertility?' Probably just an excuse to fuck." Lynn and Charlotte chuckled. Maria was always the raunchiest of the trio. "If the tabloids ever found out what she did back in the day. . ." Lynn thought, borrowing her husband's slang. "Girls, can you help me with this stuff? I'm not the bellboy, you know." The girls picked up their bags and tromped to the house. The house was a wreck. "'The locals keep it up' Charlie?" Maria scowled. "Damn!" Charlotte cursed. "No swim today. Come on girls, let's get to work." Hours of trash, dust, cobwebs, unpacking, and respective showers later, the women were in the living room, sipping Chardonnay and listening to. . . nothing. "Well, the locals weren't kidding. I can't hear a cricket," Lynn said. "Good, nothing to keep me up all night. I'm bushed," Charlotte replied. "You're right, Lynn. The quiet does feel a little creepy," said Maria. "You sure about this place, Charlotte? I see a big potential for cabin fever here." "Oh good grief, Maria. 'Yaaawn!'" Charlotte replied. "It's only two weeks. Swimming, fishing, no husbands or boyfriends, no dangerous animals, and even the pesky locals stay away. This place is near perfect. Remember Miami Beach?" "Oohh! Don't remind me," groaned Maria. "Gup! Gup!" Lynn agreed. Miami Beach was a disaster. The women learned never to try a get together on spring break. None of them would say attracting packs of frat boys wasn't fun, however. "Well, yaaawwn! I'm going to bed. I'm bushed," Charlotte said. "You girls coming?" "Aaawnn! Good idea," Maria replied. "I'm going to stay up a few minutes and finish my wine. Gup! Gup! You bitches!" Lynn smiled. "Gup! Gup!" the two replied. They stood for a second, gazing at each other, reveling in the bonds of friendship and sisterhood. Their heads filled with memories of battles fought, cheerleaders thwarted, boyfriends acquired, and athletes emasculated. "Gup! Gup!" Charlotte said affectionately and went up the stairs with Marie. Lynn lingered a few more minutes, nursing her wine glass, pondering. "The damn place is just too quiet," she thought. "It's creepy, I feel like something's watching." Suddenly the living room felt too uncomfortable. "I think it's time to go to bed," she thought nervously. "I wonder if I can sleep with one of the girls?" *** The ship slept beneath the lake, quiet for these thousands of years. It fell to the earth when the forest was near virgin, primeval. Huge glaciers loomed nearby like giant fortresses. They would not stand for long. The glaciers were in retreat. Witnesses to the landfall included a pack of dire wolves, a grizzly, a lone saber-tooth, and a tribe of aboriginals recently immigrated from a land far to the west. They thought it a god descended from the heavens, and rushed to the site to receive its wisdom. The subsequent events were passed down the ages through song and story. The women of the tribe received the blessing of fertility, the most beautiful offered as sacrifice. The god returned them to the tribe, fertile and ready to bear more children. The tribe prospered and spread throughout the land, breeding with others who came after and becoming many tribes. The Lake of Mothers became sacred, a place of fear and awe. Eons later, a new tribe arrived. A tribe of pale skin, strange clothes, and sticks that spat fire. The lake's beauty awed them but they had little time or patience for stories about gods from the sky. They came to explore, trade and, finally, stay. The older tribe had no say in the matter. The ship spared little concern for the feelings of primates. It had a contract to fulfill, quotas to meet. It knew it faced some problems when it landed. One life form after another was examined and discarded as unsuitable. The arrival of the primates pleased the ship; higher life forms were better for breeding. The primates' belief in the ship's godhood was a bonus. It meant sacrifices, i.e. specimens. The ship quickly found however advanced the evolutionary scale "Almost but not quite" didn't qualify in terms of suitability. Modifications had to be made. Genes had to be manipulated and spread throughout the populace. The ship performed these functions and then settled down to a short nap. It should only take a couple of generations or so, it thought before going into dormancy. It took longer than expected, nor did it account for the convenience of a land bridge in gene dispersal. *** The next day dawned clear and warm and Charlotte was the first to wake. She stretched, did some push-ups, and yoga before leaving the bedroom. She went through the house, checking on the girls. Maria and Lynn were still asleep. Charlotte decided not to wake them. The house was quiet except for the "Tick. . .tock. . .tick!" of the grandfather clock. The upstairs windows were open, bringing in the already warm morning air. A lack of birds chirping outside contributed to the near uncomfortable silence. "God, this place feels dead. I can't wait for the girls to wake. Maybe we can go into town later." Charlotte walked into the kitchen but decided against breakfast. "I think I'll take a swim and a shower first," she thought. "That lake is just too inviting." She walked out the door. Charlotte was an exerciser of habit, preferring morning swims and yoga before attending to the day's business. She trod to the pier by the lake. The morning was warm, sunny, with a touch of brisk. "The water should still be cool," she thought. The lake was a calm mirror, reflecting the sky and forest about it. Charlotte gazed into an ethereal looking glass world. "It's beautiful," she thought. Charlotte thought, briefly, she should go back to fetch her bikini but decided against it. "Fuck it! The girls are asleep and there's no one around." A mischievous smile played across her face. Charlotte's only clothes were a long T-shirt and pink panties. She was not a lingerie girl. The two articles were stripped and dropped on the wood planks a second later. She stretched, her double D's prominent in the early morning sun. Her golden brown skin, a gift from her Puerto Rican mother, gleamed with early morning sweat. She took some time for self-admiration before diving in. Charlotte, like the other girls, represented the best attributes of the curvy woman; not fat but stacked with big hips, a big ass, and a 28" waist line. Every muscle on her body was toned from good exercise and diet. All her attributes were natural, from her 34DD's to her 36" ass. She took great joy in her looks. The fact of her beauty was revenge in of itself for the humiliations of her early years. She viewed herself in the water, taking in her deep, rich, dark brown hair, her snub nose, bee-stung lips, and dark amber eyes. Those eyes wandered to the treasure between her legs. Charlotte, along with Lynn and Maria, had laser treatments to remove body hair. While Charlotte and Lynn opted for bald pussies, Maria preferred a tiny, slim, landing strip. Otherwise, the three women were silky smooth from top to bottom. Charlotte, of the three, was the one with the most prominent clit. It nestled pink and moist within her rose. Her vulva always seemed the most swollen and sensitive, even though Lynn was the one with the largest pussy. Charlotte's hair-trigger sensitivity made her the most popular of the Curvy Club. Her sensitivity wasn't just confined to her pussy. Charlotte's breasts, double D'ed natural cantaloupes, tipped with half-dollar aureoles and pink eraser nipples, saw many a boy's mouth in high school and college. In the absence of boys and when she was bored, Charlotte's fingers proved useful substitutes. She was often her own source of pleasure and she indulged herself that morning. Her hands played across her soft melons, smoothed over her flat tummy, glided down her quivering pelvis to the wet flower below. Her fingers plunged into the warm, pink rose. Her vulva blushed red. Her clit swelled as its sensitive nerves responded to the fingertips brushing across its thin skin. Charlotte's gasps hissed forth as she worked her cum-coated fingers between her folds. "God! I wish it was a cock!" she gasped. The wave burst from her womb and flowed up the belly and spine, before exploding white hot in her brain. "Unnnngh!" she moaned, and collapsed to the deck. Cum squirted out of her pussy to splatter on the dry wooden planks. She crouched, trembling on the deck, belly bellowing in and out, until the orgasm passed. "That does it! Tonight me and the girls are going into town to get some," she thought. Charlotte stood, stretched in the sun, and dove in. Splash! The vibrations of Charlotte's entry activated long dormant sensors. Alarms rang through the ship. What?!. . .What?!. . .Oh! Grumbled the A.I. The sensors transmitted, "Possible candidate." The A.I cocked a positronic eyebrow and activated its camouflaged optics. Small, submerged pebbles watched Charlotte as she floated and swam above the ship. Hmmm, the A.I thought. A primate and a fine specimen of her species too. Should I capture it for examination? The A.I checked its chronometer. My! I overslept a bit. The gene modifications must have dispersed by now. Perhaps it's time to proceed to production. The A.I ordered the ship to prepare a capture while it got the chamber ready. Charlotte knifed through the water, reveling in the feel of the cool liquid against her skin. She loved to swim. In high school, the swim team beckoned but her curvy body was built wrong for competition. It didn't stop Charlotte from taking a job as a lifeguard in college. It kept the pounds off and her body toned and hot. She glided through the water like a seal, playfully slick. When she came to the middle of the lake, Charlotte stopped and floated on her back, taking in the bright morning. "Mmmm, it's so quiet and peaceful," she murmured, unaware of the silent trap unfolding beneath her. It began as a mild disturbance on the muddy floor; a tiny depression in the silt which deepened into a growing hole. It drew in mud and water as of an expanding sinkhole. A bluish glow appeared in the center and bubbles erupted from the widening hole. The surrounding water began to churn and swirl, forming a long shimmering funnel. Charlotte first became aware of small bubbles effervescing around her body. The water soon began to boil with jacuzzi-like energy. "What the. . .?!" Charlotte gasped, startled. The water churned and bubbled. "Holy. . .?! I better get out of here!" Charlotte didn't understand why the water acted thus but the churning was obviously dangerous. However, in spite of her furious swimming, the young brunette couldn't make headway. In fact, to her horror, she found herself pulled backwards. "Oh no!" she gulped. The churning, swirling liquid grabbed the young woman, trapping her in a watery cyclone. "What's happening?!" Charlotte screamed. She tried desperately to keep her head above the water. "Oh my God! It's a whirlpool!" she realized. The swirling funnel spun Charlotte deeper and deeper into the lake. The clear morning sky receded to a circle surrounded by an ever growing boarder of dark, glassy water. Charlotte was drowning, unable to maintain her bearings as she twirled around in a watery pirouette. The dark water rushed in a blur. She stopped struggling, accepting the futility of fighting against the whirling maelstrom. Her lungs burned as they filled with fluid. She would have vomited from the dizzying whirl but black spots already clouded her vision. As she twirled ever downward, Charlotte's last thoughts turned to her friends. "Damn! This is going to ruin the Club's vacation!" And the dark took over. The whirlpool stopped. A final bubble blew from the depths. Spreading waves faded to tiny ripples, and soon the lake calmed to glassy, mirrored peace. Where it sat. . .waiting. To Be Continued. Curves Ch. 02 This follows on from my first story when Ashley & Rachel first met and spend a day in the sun together in "Curves" Ch.1 – now read on... ============================== "Curves" idled into the cove I had been promised by the concierge. As we slowed down Rachel awoke from her orgasmic slumber. "Hi baby." "Oh Ash, what have u done to me"? as she put her arms around me and gave a reassuring squeeze that all is well and she approves. "I see you were able to handle "Curves" much like you handled me (giggle)..." "Ya, I just followed the course on the GPS. Simple, once the Island came into view." The Island was enchanting, the water so clear, you could see the fish from the boat. It was everything the concierge had said it was. Rachel took over and manoeuvred us into a spot to toss anchor. "That should do it. Now come here!" I approached and we touched again... our mouths met like they had known each other for years. "Mmmm what shall we do (wink)?" "How about a swim?" I agreed wholeheartedly - I would love to get in the waters of the Arabian Sea. "Great. Let me get some snorkelling gear for us... you don't mind if I come along do you?" "Not all... after all, you're in charge!" "Yes I am, and I insist." "Lovely!" Sitting on the aft deck we put on our fins and masks... Rach took off her top, and dived in. OK, if that's the way it is going to be, I thought - off comes my top as well. Then I dived in after her... and as the sounds of the outside world left us and the beauty of the undersea heaven became clear and alive... Rachel looked so sexy underwater, her skin shimmering from the sunlight above, her trim, tight body and breasts full of life as she pointed out the sea turtle on the reef. I was in heaven. We joined hands and swam, diving now and then together to explore the reef, fish and... each other. She looked so adorable suspended in the water, eyes wide open, happy to share her world with me. I started to tingle when she took my hand and lead me to spot on the reef where there were schools of little coral fish, orange, white and black... it was wonderful. After half an hour or so we surfaced and returned to the boat. I instantly gave her a huge hug and a deep kiss. "Oh, thank you, Rachel... that was incredible, so beautiful and we're so alone out here... how could I ask for a better day?" "Let's take a shower to get this sea salt off our bodies." "Ok, but how?" "I have a fresh water nozzle onboard." "You have it all." "Not yet, m'lady, not yet..." Rachel hooked up the nozzle and slid off her bikini bottoms. Wow, she was sexy, I felt weak at the knees just taking her beauty in. "Come on – let's not waste it." So off they came and I joined her... Ohhh, the water was so cool, and felt so good on our hot skin. I closed my eyes and felt her hands gliding over my body, stroking all the salt off of me. I moaned with delight as she caressed my breasts, making my nipples react, harden with my pleasure. "Mmmmm... Rach... that feels soooo good." There we were standing on the deck showering with each other in the middle of the ocean. OMG what a rush. My turn, and I grabbed the nozzle from her, pouring the water over her, letting it trickle over her body. "Ohhhhhh... Ash, that feels great." My other hand was busy gently stroking her from head to toe, feeling her soft skin... and I began to get wet. I stood behind her and pressed my body next to hers... mmmmmmmmm... a mutual moan of delight came from us both. My hand moved to her breasts, as the water flowed over her, down her stomach, to her shaven mound. I plunged my finger into her sex feeling her moisture there as well. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!" "We have to get the salt out of everywhere, I purred." Rachel laid her head back on my shoulder and took the nozzle from me, leaving both my hands free to explore her body. Carressing her breasts, pulling on her now swollen nipples, while my fingers found their own cove... "Uhhhhhh," I cried, as I ground my sex into her bottom. "Mmmmmm, let's go inside," she moaned softly in my ear. Rachel dropped the nozzle, turned off the water and lead me to the cabin, down into the bedroom. She turned to me and deeply kissed me holding me tight... kissing me while walking us to the bed, all covered in soft white sheets. Once I was down on my back she opened the windows to let the air in. It was nice getting out of the sun - we had been in it for hours now. The sheets were cool, and soft almost like water. The motion of the cruiser was hypnotic as Rachel crawled toward me... longingly looking into my eyes like she was a cat hunting her prey. I was willing prey at that. I shivered with anticipation as she touched me, almost like it was the first time. Crawling on top of me, her thigh pushed against my throbbing mound as she kissed me deeply, passionately. Our mouths tasted so good together, so sweet... and she bit my bottom lip as she moaned... "Ash, I am going to fuck you..." "Mmmmmm... yessss, baby... oh, yesssss please..." Our kiss deepened as she held my hands above my head trapping me under her. I was hers. Sucking and kissing my neck and shoulders, she moved over and began to lick my armpit, taking her hands and caressing my face and down to my pulsating nipples. Ahhhhhh... uhhh... it felt so good. She swung her hips around and was facing my feet, sliding from my pits to my breasts, devouring my flesh. "Ohhhhh, Rachel, kiss me baby, make love to me... FUCK me!!!" Biting my nipple and still holding me down, she slid her hand down to my sex. I was wet, and wanting... and I spread my legs inviting her love. She found it and began to play with my now glistening pussy... circles on the outside... mmmmm... penetrating... back out to my clit... rubbing it... "Ohhhhhhh, don't stop baby, don't stop..." I held her head on my breast as she bit my nipple hard, making me hurt with pleasure. Gritting my teeth in pain and writhing with pleasure was too much for me. "Ohhhhhhhhh, yesssss... Rachel!!!... Fuck your Ashley.... Ohhhhhhhhhhh... don't stop!!!!" She left my mound and grabbed a pillow, rolling me onto my stomach and placing the pillow under my pelvic bone. Spreading my legs, she moved her mouth down my back to my now spread and open ass. Now moving her tongue down my crack and over my hole, her fingers returned to my sex... penetrating me... on top of me as I lay there being preyed upon... my bottom now raised to give my predator her opportunity... "OHHHHHHH... God, Rach... that feels soooo good," as her tongue, found my hole. In... spreading my bottom apart... out, as it contracted back, my juice began to flow as her tongue danced inside of my ass and her fingers deepened their pressure inside my wet sex. I was throbbing there and accepting her into my ass all at once. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh... this is fucking incredible, Rach... don't stop!!!" In and out her tongue played, sending shivers up my back into my neck... she moved and used her thumb in my pussy, spreading it further. The sound of my holes being fucked and the motion of the cruiser created a state of euphoria for me... "uh, uh, uh... ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkk, Rachel ohhhhhhhhhhh, myyyyyyyyyyyyyy, d... d... don't stoppppppp!!!!" She slid off my back and onto her knees at my side, never leaving my sex, never leaving my ass, as her tongue slid in and out with the rhythm of the water my senses we losing control. Tingling, shivers, excitement as my new lover was fucking her prey... making me hers. She removed her mouth from my wet, throbbing hole and replaced it with the thumb from her free hand... "ooohhh myyyyy god, take meeeeee!..." intensifying her double fucking motion in unison and then at random... "ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Rachhhhhh!..." as she leaned into my ear... "You're mine, Ashley. MINE!" "YESSSSSS, ohhhh fuck yesssss... I ammmm, baby!" She kneeled, now lifting me to my hands and knees. Still at my side she pursued what she wanted, making me cummmmm. INNNN – OUTTTTT – INNNNNNN - OUTTTTT... her thumbs fucked her new lover. "OHHHHHHHHH! I.. I... cant holdddd it, Rach... OHHH, I was thrusting my love to her, rocking my pussy and ass to my lover's hands... nggggggggg... RACHHHELLLL!!!! Fuckkkk! I'm cummmmmmmmmmmgggggggggggggggg, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmingggggg ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" She withdrew her thumb from my ass and drove her tongue into me again enjoying, drinking the cum from my hole, never relenting her pounding into my sex. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH... FUCKKKK, RACHELLLL... I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmingggggggggggggggg..." sheer ecstasy as another and another orgasm hit me over and over again. My toes were numb and my legs shaking and I just fell to the sheets. "I came just watching you my love," was all I heard as I felt Rachel lay at my side caressing me... her vanquished prey. All I could feel were her fingers gliding up and down my back as my body continued its pleasure... little cums still flooding over me uncontrollably as I drifted off into a state of blissful unconsciousness. Later... as I woke... I heard nothing but the water against the hull of the cruiser. "Rachel!" I called out. "Right here, baby," as she put her head into the cabin... "out of your coma, I see." "Mmmm... yessss... how long have I slept?" "A couple of hours." "Oh, Rach..." as I leaned in for a kiss... "never, ever have I felt like that... thank you, baby..." Blushing, she says: "Get up – here, I have made us some thing to eat... you must be hungry – I'm starved... and after we eat we can take a dip, go lay on the sand and then head back." "Oh, baby, can't we stay the night here? Please?" "Well, let me check and see if I am booked tomorrow. If not, well then let's see." I hugged her and we sat in the late afternoon sun eating fruit... soaking in each other as well as the sun. Curves Ch. 02 Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. ***** Splat! The sound of water hitting the surface woke the young woman. "Huuuurgh!" The rush of air into her lungs followed. "Cough! Cough!" Air and water expectorated again through her abused throat; the tight, painful clench of her chest as her body adjusted to the breath of air. She lay on the floor, sinuses and throat burning, lungs heaving, coughing water and saliva. "What the fuck?!" she thought. "I'm not dead?!" A faint sense, just before she awoke, of something thick and fleshy, like a cock in her mouth, floated briefly to the surface but sank so quickly, she was unsure whether it was a dream or hallucination. Charlotte stood on wobbly legs and looked around. "Where am I? A cave?" It could explain the whirlpool. A hidden cave, perhaps, had opened and caused the whirlpool, and she got caught in the vortex. She heard something similar happened in Florida. "A salt mine, I think." The question was, "Where did the water go? And how am I going to get out of here?" The cave was more a tunnel; tall enough to stand with plenty of room. It was dim but Charlotte could see, albeit she knew not the light source. It seemed to come from all directions but she couldn't detect any bio-luminescence. The tunnel was warm and humid, almost like a sauna. The walls were black and shiny, rising from the floor in arcing patterns with ridges. Charlotte was uncomfortably reminded of the ribs of a skeleton. The floor itself was a light gray. It continued away from her for some distance before curving off to the right. The surface was warm and damp beneath her feet. It felt like a wet carpet or moss. The structure of the tunnel made Charlotte apprehensive. It looked unnatural, like something not created by geological forces but manufactured. The walls curved in too regular a pattern. The floor looked too flat and even to be a natural carving. "Maybe I found a hidden temple," she thought. It seemed silly; visions of herself as Indiana Jones or Lara Croft were fleeting and dismissed. "Those college students thought I looked like Lara Croft," she thought again, smiling. The milf walked down the corridor towards the curve. "Naked, wet, and half-drowned," she chuckled. "Wonder what those kids would think now?" Charlotte knew she had to find a way out of the cave. "I hope it isn't too far from the lake," she thought. "And please don't let there be bears." Charlotte continued down the path. The luminescence seemed to increase as she crept through the tunnel. The corridor seemed to lighten though she couldn't be sure. She thought the light source might be at the end of the tunnel. "Is that a glow" she asked. If so, it meant the possible entrance. Charlotte began to run, ignoring the soft squelch of her feet on the wet floor. Hope turned to disappointment when she came to a large circular arc. It opened into a wide chamber. The floor was the same light gray as the passageway. The chamber was the size of a small garage with a low ceiling. "Darn!" Charlotte said. The walls and roof were smooth, flat, and shiny, like obsidian. She stepped into the chamber and noticed circular patterns, of varying sizes and barely noticeable, dotting the floor like so many pockmarks. Charlotte walked across the chamber to the opposite wall where her reflection appeared, faint and pale against the black glass. She noticed circular patterns dotting the wall as well. She glanced upward; the same patterns decorated the roof. "This is not a cave," Charlotte realized. The chamber looked too . . . ordered, too built. "What is this place? A temple?" She looked at her reflection. Her light tan skin glowed shiny and wet in the faint light. Her dark hair was slick and plastered to her skin. Charlotte's expression betrayed no fear, just curiosity. The room was warm, damp, humid, with a faint odor, almost a musk. Charlotte examined the room and found no exit, so she turned and, "What?!" The entrance was gone. The arch way through which she'd entered was now a solid black wall. A cold chill raced up and down the milf's spine. A cave in she could understand, not a doorway that simply goes missing. "Oh shit! Oh shit!" she cursed, backing up fearfully. "This place is seriously strange." She cursed herself for forgetting that Lara Croft and Indiana Jones had to deal with deadly traps, "And I just probably stepped into one." She backed up until her back bumped against the wall, which turned out to be surprisingly warm . . . and very sticky. The command raced soundlessly through the ship. Charlotte, unknowing, became aware of a light, warm breeze wafting through the chamber. "Where's it coming from?" she asked. "Maybe there's a way out after all." However, when she started to search, she encountered a problem. "What the . . .? My feet are stuck?!" Charlotte's feet were adhered to two of the circles in the floor. "Ugh! Argh!" she grunted, struggling. "What the hell . . .?!" The circles held her feet fast. "Did I step in glue? What's happening to the wall?" The wall at her back was moving. What at first seemed like hard obsidian glass, now felt like warm tar; warm tar which molded itself to her back and ass, trapping her against the wall while simultaneously supporting her body. Charlotte struggled, caught like a fly in a sundew plant. She was terrified, but not to the point of panic. "What is this place?!" she wondered. "God! Is . . . is . . . this place . . . alive?!" The concept seemed beyond strange, but the objects emerging from the walls and floor around her belied such impossibility. "Oh . . . no! Oh my God!" Wet sucking sounds filled the room. The walls, floor, and ceiling rippled and flowed like liquid. It was like watching spreading ripples from multiple stones cast in a black pond. The obsidian walls flowed like water, the floor, like quicksilver. Charlotte's body swayed as on a waterbed. "Oohhh! What's happening?!" she moaned. A cold fear rose within the milf as moisture dripped from the ceiling. The rippling wall acquired a liquid texture that sent ice racing up Charlotte's spine. Her rising terror came from a chilling revelation. "Oh God! The cave is alive! This is probably its stomach! Oh my God! I'm being digested!" Charlotte, years ago, watched an episode of X-Files wherein Mulder and Scully nearly suffered a similar fate. It creeped her out. Unbeknownst to the milf, however, she was not in a real life "Field Trip". The oils dripping from the ceiling had a far different purpose than digestion. The ship, in ancient times, was constructed according to rules and standards set by the governing bodies of the period. Among the regulations were words regarding the treatment of slaves, pets, scientific specimens, and other creatures who might happen to fall under the control of a higher sentient. So, if a lower sentient happened to be captured and/or used, of course the subsequent activity may be non-consensual but some benefit, at least, was required for the prisoner. It helped the situation considerably that the species of jellyfish, which served as the basis for the bio-engineered ship, was a source of rare and unique chemical secretions, known to produce interesting reactions from the erogenous areas of certain sentient creatures, mainly primates; a testament to the foresight of the junior executive with the brain of a Dalgonian flea. The effect on Charlotte was notable for its familiarity. It began with the smell. "Sniff! Sniff! What's that smell? This cave smells . . . musky?! Holy . . .?! It smells like . . . like . . . sex!" She gazed about, marveling at a cave which was not a cave. Clear beads of oil rained from the ceiling. The room rippled and spasmed like the innards of a great organ. Charlotte knew instinctively that she was at the verge of a major event. "Something is going to happen," she gulped. She hadn't felt so much as a tingle, much less pain, from the semi-viscous fluid dripping upon her body, so when the cave revealed its next surprise, Charlotte didn't scream but her terror was undiminished. "Oh no!" The pockmarks around the cave bubbled and bulged. Soft, wet, slurping sounds emitted from the hundreds of pimples lining the chamber. The pustules burst and a myriad of wet, gleaming tentacles popped forth, slithering and sliming into the now groaning cave. Charlotte wept and moaned as a veritable garden of slimy slithers grew around her trapped body. The undulating abominations varied in size, texture, and coloring. Some were thin as piano wires, others thick as fire hoses. Some looked, swayed, and behaved like long thick tongues, dripping with slime. Others slithered like deep purple snakes, twisting sinuously between the tongues like mucus covered vines; and there were others, of shapes and forms of varying lengths and girths, of which Charlotte could only define by a ridiculous but appropriate name, "Cock-tacles!" New terrors emerged from the pustules; tentacled horrors of sickly greens, reds, and purples which reminded Charlotte of monstrous sea anemones risen from some primordial Lovecraftian ocean. "Oh God! This place is evil!" she moaned. "Eek!" Charlotte, so focused upon the erupting monstrosities, had forgotten her own situation, until a warm, slimy undulation oozed up her calf, causing a shriek to burst from her lips. Looking down in horror, she found her legs encased in a writhing mass of thick, tuberous tentacles. "AAAAHHH!" she screamed, struggling in a vain, frenzied attempt to escape from the wall. The tentacles inched and slithered their way up her gams, sliming them as they advanced. Charlotte's stomach recoiled at the touch of the penile appendages inching towards her . . . she didn't want to think about it. It quaked further as new tentacles snaked from the wall. They slithered under her arms and over her shoulders to curl around her breasts. Like the others they varied in size and shared similarities in color. The milf watched, entranced as they slicked across her bouncing melons, smearing them with oil until they shone like round globes of porcelain. "What the hell?!" Charlotte gasped. Her question came from the shock of her cantaloupes' response to the oiling. "I'm aroused?!" The stroking had perked her burnt sienna tits to cones while her flower grew moist with unwelcome lust. Charlotte brought her hands to the offending appendages. Her sensitive breasts were reacting as to a human lover. Her response was a sense of outrage. Human, alien, or monster, no one touched her melons without her permission. "Get off me you . . . you . . . you tentacle things!" she shouted. Her attempts to remove the phallic ropes were futile. They were oil-slick, thick and throbbing. "Holy fuck! They feel like cocks!" she thought. They slipped through her hands with friction-less ease. Worse, her attempts at a tight grip seemed to excite them further. The tentacles curled and spooled around her melons, exciting her pinkish-brown nipples beyond cones to near spears. Her double D's bounced and bobbed, blushing pink through the light tan skin. Charlotte moaned in spite of herself. "Ohhh! Oooo! F-f-felt up by ten . . . tent . . . tentacles!" she gasped. "A . . . a cave . . . a cave is . . . molesting me!" Her attempts to remove the tentacles grew more feeble as she tried to ignore the effects on her body. Alien chemicals soaked through her skin, into her bloodstream, and not just chemicals. Other microscopic machines, part of the ship's array of bio and technological wonders, found their way inside as well. Charlotte's arousal grew; her heart beat faster, sending the chemicals to her pleasure centers in quicker time. Endorphins began to flood her body. "Ooohh!" the milf ululated as waves of lust washed over her being. "Gasp! Aaahh!" came next; a brief scream, not of terror but surprise and pleasure, electric and sudden. Something was occurring between her legs; a series of shocks centered around her pussy. Gasping, moaning, Charlotte glanced downward. Her wide, brown eyes traced over her oil-washed breasts, her rolling belly, and quaking groin. She didn't see it at first. Her pussy was there, pink and wet, already squirting. "What's . . . ha . . . hap . . . happening . . . to me!" she gasped. Another shock passed through her body, and she convulsed and came; clear cum erupted from her flower, soaking the tentacles below. Gasping and groaning again and again, Charlotte took another look and finally saw it, or them. They were almost invisible among the larger, thicker tentacles but now Charlotte's cum flowed in dewy beads along their lengths. Thin as piano wire, vibrating like guitar strings, they'd erupted from tiny, unseen holes in the floor. Charlotte couldn't see them earlier, but three of the filaments had entered her and wrapped around her clit. They'd attached to the cluster of nerves responsible for her hair-trigger sensitivity and started a series of subtle vibrations. If not for Charlotte's moans or the wet sounds of the chamber, the vibrations would have registered as a faint hum. The milf's button reacted by swelling with lust and blood. Orgasms radiated through her womb and out to her torso. She convulsed with clenching muscles all over her body, drowning in waves of pleasure. "Aaarrrgh!" she howled to near hoarseness. Nothing in Charlotte's sexual history could match the experience of the moment; not with men, or the women with whom she'd experimented, or even herself, or her toys. She took pleasure in her clit's sensitivity but every previous experience paled against this intensity. She was obliterated, barely able to think through the red lust drowning her reason. The cum she squirted splattered the tentacles and mingled with their oils. Her eyes were rolled back, her head jammed against the wall. She didn't notice the second pair of tentacles, oil-covered and far thicker than the filaments, ooze from the tubes just above her head. They hovered just outside her open mouth, waiting for the right opportunity. The tentacles were thick as cable wires; tiny veins wound like vines through their flesh. An intense orgasm drew a scream from Charlotte's mouth. She opened wide with a ululating howl. "AAAAHHH-Ulp?!" she gulped as her mouth filled with two warm, wet, fleshy objects. The shock was enough to unroll her eyes and wonder a brief, "What now?" Her perspective was blurred by the tentacles' proximity but her shocked brown eyes stayed wide open, watching the tentacles enter her unprepared throat. Bile bubbled to the back of her mouth as its gag reflex reacted. "Oh God! I'm going to puke!" The burning in her throat was accompanied by a maddening tickle in her voice box. "Cough! Cough! And now I'm choking," she sobbed. "What does this cave want with me?!" Her attempts at halting the tentacles' entry were as futile as ever. She tried biting down to prevent further invasion but the fleshy appendages were leather tough. Her clit's stimulation also contributed to the invasion, forcing gasping orgasms which opened her mouth wider. Charlotte, whose past sexual exploits included oral work, was forced to a reluctant conclusion. "Ugh! Urgh! I have to swallow these things or I'll choke to death. There's no help for it. Damn it!!" She tilted her head back slightly and worked her muscles. "Gulp! Gulp! God! What's going to happen?! Is it force feeding me?! Cough!" The tentacles slithered through the dark, wet flowing muscles of her esophagus, worming their way to her stomach. It was, for Charlotte, uncomfortable, if not agonizing, and surreal. She was swallowing as if they were two cocks, not impossibly thick or even difficult, once her throat adjusted, but different; cocks were supposed to withdraw. She ran her tongue around the two "cock-tacles", feeling their texture. They were smooth, leathery like beef jerky, and covered in a slick oil with a bitter, salty taste. They tasted not quite like the sweat on a man's skin. She theorized, just before her next orgasm, that the oil was intended to ease passage. She felt a spasm in her stomach, partially from orgasm, partly from the tentacles reaching the cavity, and the last from her horror at the implication. The ship's monitors took stock of the prospect. She was shiny-slick head to toe in oil and sweat. Tentacles stroked her body, working the oils into her skin. The tiny filaments wrapped around her clit, served their purpose, stimulating her sexual response, both to weaken her and make her open for the next stage in the process. The creature's muscles were tense, defined, mammaries and reproductive area swollen, enhancing her aesthetics. The ship took note that this specimen would be extremely attractive to others of her kind at the moment. the ship thought. However, preparing the specimen for mating with other primates was not the contract. The ship was a manufacturing plant, not a zoo. The primate had other duties. The bio-monitors indicated the mutagenic oils and machines were doing their work, but further interior modifications were required. Without them, the primate would most likely die an unpleasant, painful death. the ship thought. Charlotte's belly tickled as the tentacles curled within it. "Cough! Cough! Aaauughnn!" she moaned. Her tongue hung slightly out of her mouth and drool dribbled down her chin. "Uuummm! Uuuugh!" she continued. The ship scrolled through its list of mutagens and chemicals; a required program for inventory. Part Two Charlotte's stomach gurgled. A bubble of gas escaped her throat, turning her orgiastic moan into a comical, "Uuuurrrrp!" Her midsection grew tight as her belly began to bloat. The bloating was slight; more worrying was the mild heat radiating from her stomach. "Oh fuck! Now what?!" she thought. Within her body, alien chemicals and advanced microbots flooded her intestines, entered the bloodstream and, like engineers, went to work. Genes were changed, muscles altered, and hormones flooded her system. Her mind swirled into a maelstrom, caught in a war between euphoria and terror. Her thoughts became disjointed, filled with staggering questions. "W . . . wha . . . what . . . what . . . is . . . this . . . this . . . thing . . . doing . . . to . . . meeee!" The floor at her feet moved. She glanced down; the circular pads were moving apart, spreading her legs. "Oh no!" A shudder raced through her body, whether from orgasm, or fear at the unsettling implications, she knew not. Movement to her back caught her attention. The wall around her ass seemed to have sprung hands. "Is this wall massaging my ass?" she asked. The wall molded itself around her ample butt, moving and massaging, until Charlotte realized her butt cheeks were spreading apart as well. "Oh no! The wall is spreading my ass!" she gulped, shuddering at the further implications. Her fears were confirmed when a thick, wet hose slipped through her puckered, exposed bunghole and slithered up her rectum. "Uuuunnngh!" the milf moaned. It wasn't the first time for her ass. It accepted the "cock-tacle" from memory of other phallics, but Charlotte gritted her teeth in outrage, as it was uninvited. Curves Ch. 02 The milf moaned and coughed, effectively skewered in both ends. The ass tentacle, more a cock than a tent, made its way through her anal passage. A hole opened in the "cock-tacle" and fluids and oils flooded her ass tunnel. A second hole served as a suction, drawing out dissolved waste for disposal. The enema served to clean and lubricate, as well as introduce more chemicals through the thin skin of her rectum. Charlotte's lubrication was universal. She was slick inside and out with oil and sweat running down her flushed skin. Her boobs bounced with each slither of the tentacles, her pussy slicked with each squirt of cum. The ship noted her wet, glistening appearance and prepared itself for the next phase. New tentacles erupted from the circles between Charlotte's spread legs. The new monstrosities were different; larger, thicker, and more penile in appearance. Charlotte's eyes grew wide with terror and wonder. The shape and size of these "cock-tacles" shamed past lovers, porn stars, and dildos with room to spare. "Oh . . . my . . . God!" she marveled. "They're . . . they're . . . big!" And big they were; big, oily, and dripping with pearly fluid from their mushroom-shaped glans. "Oh shit! This . . . thing is going to put those inside me!" she realized. "I'm dead! I won't even be able to fit one!" The microbots within Charlotte's body transmitted a message to the ship's mainframe. the A.I thought. The effort required to convert a female sentient into a breeder was minimal. Actually, the only requirements needed were some genetic fine tuning and a little time. However the modifications brought forth some minor ethical issues. In deference to rules regarding the humane treatment of lower creatures, the ship took measures to ensure the sentient derived some pleasure, at least. A cock-tacle hovered inches before Charlotte's spread pussy. It was shiny, moist, and slick, with its glans beaded in pre-cum, and the milf's pussy was wet, wide, and waiting. She watched with wide eyes, dreading the next moment yet quivering with anticipation. Her body waited the same way as it would a paramour about to lower himself onto it. The force-feeding tentacles in her throat became minor distractions. The cock-tacle touched her clit. It slid its glans across her bud, triggering a shriek from Charlotte and a splash of cum from her pussy. Slick with cum and oil, the cock-tacle pushed forward and in. Charlotte's spread open folds formed into a circle to accommodate its girth. "AAAAOOOOUUUGHN!" Charlotte moaned, her ululation distorted by the tentacles in her mouth. She rolled her eyes, unable to help herself. Her ecstasy walked hand in hand with outrage. She'd never before been penetrated by a cock this thick and long. The lubrication of both parties made for a penetration, if not easy, at least less difficult. Its distinct bulge advanced up her groin, becoming less defined as it entered the thicker depths of her torso. Inside her tunnel the moist walls coated the cock-tacle in mucus and cum. The walls throbbed with lust, massaging and drawing the phallic appendage inward. Its advance stimulated the piano wire tentacles attached to the milf's hyper-stimulated clit, triggering a wave of lust-powered convulsions. The cock-tacle slithered onward until its tip touched Charlotte's cervix, where it stopped. The ship hesitated; the chemicals and microbots had altered the sentient, sure, but what if . . .? Elasticization of muscle, sinew, and skin was tricky. If the changes haven't taken properly, she could rupture. The bio-engineering program assured the ship of her alterations but the A.I. had been asleep for a long time. the A.I. thought. The minor oversight indicated a possible issue. Charlotte's mind was still processing the three-way penetration. It had never happened to her before. Yes, she'd engaged in a rare orgy or two, in various combinations, never seeing herself as too conventional regarding sex, but she could remember only one spit roast and one double penetration, and then the ship performed its next impossible act. A second cock-tacle, as big, long, and thick as its brother, hovered near the entrance taken by the other. "Oh no!" thought the milf, preparing for the other to withdraw. Instead, the new cock placed its tip at the seam where her vulva touched the firsts' flesh. The tip flattened from a round mushroom shape to a spatula and pushed inward. Charlotte's confusion turned to shock. "Wha . . . a . . . uck?! It's entering me too?! But it can't! It's too big! It'll tear me apart!" Charlotte panicked but was helpless, bound in tentacles. "Is this 'cave' trying to kill me?!" Shock became wonder at what happened next. Once the tip worked its way in, it inflated and her vulva stretched to accommodate it. The cock-tacle advanced, slithering in before stunned eyes; stunned because of its impossibility. Her pussy stretched without a rip or tear; no spurt of blood from torn flesh, or ruptured arteries, or muscles. Her vulva stretched into an oval shape like a rubber band. A new bulge advanced up her groin, distorting it to grotesque proportions. "What . . . is . . . this . . . place?" she questioned once again, numb and stunned. "Two huge cocks . . . and I'm still alive." It wasn't completely painless. Charlotte's pussy had swallowed some big ones and these two felt no different, on some level. The stretching was the surreal part, completely different from anything in her experience. She placed her hands on her groin just to feel the bulges, just to confirm their existence. The skin rolling beneath her hands sent chills of, not quite fear but some strange undefined emotion, through her body. "It . . . it's . . . just impossible!" And then the third one appeared. "Oh no! Oh nonononono . . .!" A moan of despair welled up from her lungs but was blocked by the tentacles in her throat. Instead she gulped and coughed as the new cock-tacle slid between the other two. Her elasticized pussy stretched to proportions unimaginable by any measure. "Uuuunnnnghn! Cough! Gulp!" she moaned. Charlotte's mind nearly shut down. The experience, outside any realm of possibility, had overloaded all reason. The only things keeping her in the moment were the almost uncountable tentacles, slick with oil, stroking both within and all over her body; a body made hypersensitive and elastic by alien chemicals, nanotechnology, and gene manipulation. She lay against the wall, oil-soaked and bound, staring numbly into space. All her openings were impaled. Tears of fear and despair streamed from her eyes, mingling with the fluids on her body. Charlotte knew not the "living cave's" plans. She wondered if it would have been better if she'd drowned. In her fear and despair, Charlotte could not help but wonder at her body and its contrasting responses to the cave. Her body was cumming and climaxing as if in an orgy. She figured that whatever happened, sex or sexual stimulation was a large part of it. The implications added to her fear. "I think this thing is preparing me for something," she thought. The A.I. rested, idly running self-diagnostics. Its impregnators were embedded within the primate's reproductive organ. The next phase was wait until the primate's ova production achieved acceptable levels. Once so informed by the monitors, the ship placed its central impregnator at the entrance to the primate's womb. Hundreds of tiny holes opened in its glans, from which almost invisible glass-like filaments issued forth. Their purpose was to capture the eggs produced by Charlotte's ovaries and, using bio-adhesives, glue them to the wall of her uterus. Basically the ship had converted Charlotte into an ova factory with her eggs placed in reserve. While the filaments lined her womb with eggs and covered them in a protective gelatin, another filament scraped a single cell from her wall. In the cell was Charlotte's complete genetic code. A filament took one egg and placed it inches from the impregnator. Its companion took the cell and inserted it into the egg. The tiny cock hole in the impregnator's glans widened. A quick, split-second squirt later, a single genetically engineered sperm swam to the egg for fertilization. Charlotte barely registered a twitch, occupied by her other orgasms. As the egg divided, tiny wires, thin as gossamer, slithered from the tentacle to burrow into the ova. Simultaneously, and unknown to Charlotte, more fiber optic filaments wisped forth from the wall behind her. They slithered through her wet hair and into the scalp, burrowing through the pores in her skin. Charlotte felt no pain and didn't even notice as they drilled into her skull. The tiny cables sought out the folds of her brain, connecting to the neurons, accessing her memories and personality. Everything she was, her entire existence, her deepest secrets, now exposed to the ship. the A.I. thought. It began as a gurgling, similar to the sounds of her force-feeding. Her womb vibrated, like her stomach and ass. Liquid flowed into her womb; her round, plumped belly rounded further. "I feel like a water balloon," Charlotte thought. "A cum-filled water balloon." Her growing, filling womb exerted pressure on her equally fluid-filled stomach, causing a new series of burps to erupt from her throat. She noted, distractedly, that the cock-tacles in her mouth were no longer filling her belly. She felt no pumps from the ass cock-tacles as well. "I think they're focused on my womb," she thought. Charlotte's thoughts were numb. On a certain level, she was no longer surprised at the changes done to her body. She acknowledged her helplessness under the current circumstances. She did not accept them but was resigned to them. "What can I do?" she sighed. "I'll have to wait and see what it wants with me." The feeling of flowing liquid through her flower told Charlotte at least two of the cock-tacles were responsible. The distinct impression of the three cock-tacles, standing in stark relief on her belly, softened and smoothed as the ship pumped her womb full of fluid. She ran her hands over her belly, marveling at its expanding girth. The chamber was wet, fetid. There were few disturbances other than Charlotte's soft moans, slurps from the tentacles, gurgles and other warm, wet sounds. Nothing in the milf's life experience prepared her for this moment. The surreal, sensual feel of her warm, soft flesh sliding through her fingers like expanding dough, redefined her notion of sex. "I don't know what to think," she thought. "It feels so . . . new." Her body took on a fluid quality, wobbling and quivering with orgasm from her breasts to her belly. Her responses grew subtly less passive. She ran her tongue around the cock-tacles in her mouth, feeling their texture. Her glutes clenched around the cock-tacles in her ass, caressing them as they had other cocks in the past. She barely responded when even more cock-tacles delved into her tunnel to join the others. Charlotte's fingers found the nub of her navel, once an innie, now popped outward. Her appearance was now a grotesque parody of pregnancy; the outline of the cock-tacles obscured by her huge, round belly. In the past she'd always been careful to use birth control. The possibility of marriage and motherhood with her current boyfriend was always in the background; both agreed while the sex was good ("Very good." ), career came first. Domesticity could wait. "Wonder what he would think now?" she asked. He would see a vision of alien-caused fertility; a fluid-filled flesh sack. A lovely tan body with melon sized breasts, conical tits, and a huge spherical belly, shiny, wet, and quivering. The ship had performed its job well. The changes to Charlotte required a steady stream of nutrients to be pumped into her body; both for her and the product. She was a breeding machine and, like any other, needed a stress test. A sample product would be grown in her womb, for purposes not only for testing. The nutrient soup of Charlotte's womb nurtured the embryo, which developed rapidly. the ship thought. Charlotte lay against the wall, moaning. "How did my life come to this?" she asked. The withdrawal was as much a shock as the initial encounter. It happened quick, beginning as movement in her stomach and ass, and then "whooosh!" The tentacles pulled out so fast Charlotte forgot to breathe. "Hurrrrgh!" she inhaled. "Cough! Cough!" came the exhale. The faltering breaths repeated until her throat adjusted and then she let loose, "AAAAAHHHHH!" A high pitched primal scream that encompassed all her fear, outrage, confusion, and incongruous but overwhelming sexual heat. She lay back when done, gasping but not sobbing. All her tears were already cried out. She had nothing left but to wait for the next horror. Charlotte could not describe herself as numb either; tentacles still stroked and sexed her body to the occasional climax. "There's nothing I can do," she thought resignedly. "I'm naked and bound. I have no weapon. This place has me completely under its control." She stroked the curve of her belly. "It's growing. What did it put into me?" Her hands moved to her breasts, feeling one and then the other, competing with the tentacles. They were tender, shiny, and glistening with oil and sweat. "They seem bigger," she noted. "And just as sensitive." It seemed redundant playing with her boobs when the tentacles did most of the work. Her body shuddered every few moments; she punctuated the orgasms with an occasional grunt or gasp. It was a continuous sex session with no letup. The "cave" displayed a kind of stamina to make the most boastful Lotharios cringe in emasculation. Charlotte noted this aspect as a grudging compliment, not admiration. She also took note of her own enhanced stamina. "I think an ordinary person would have passed out or died by now," she thought. "I don't even feel tired. What did it do?" The changes within Charlotte, courtesy of the ship's technology, would be considered a quantum leap in medicine and genetics by any human standard. The milf's body contained chemicals and micromachines, older than humans and yet far in advance of any Terran technology. The functions they performed would have surgeons, geneticists, and scientists apoplectic with excitement had they borne witness. Already, for example, Charlotte's heart was functioning at an efficiency far greater than any human or animal on the planet (in fact, the machines fixed an undetected flaw that would have killed her by fifty). All impurities had been flushed from her blood and removed from her body cell by cell. Genetic flaws were corrected; Charlotte need not have to worry about cancer or kidney or liver disease for the rest of her greatly extended life; nor would she have to worry about injury. Her body's repair systems were enhanced to a pinnacle as to make trauma surgeons obsolete. The purpose of the ship was not for Charlotte's benefit but its own. Altering her body to function at peak effectiveness was cost efficient. It made her low maintenance. She had been shaped into a perfect breeding machine. All she needed to do was her job and nothing else. Any pleasure derived from the task came from grudging acknowledgment of ancient laws regarding workplace safety and sentient rights. Charlotte ran her hands over her glowing, golden belly. It seemed a strange alien growth, at once part of her yet separate. Every few moments, her skin would feel tight, like a drum or expanding balloon, and then loose, as of an unbuckled belt. There was a heaviness growing within her womb that she could not fully describe. It was different from the cock-tacle writhing within her tunnel. She was reminded of a pressure cooker building steam without release. It felt for a brief moment like the movie "Alien", a thought which caused a flash of terror before she dismissed it. "It doesn't make sense anyway; making me cum like that just to bust something out of my belly. And look how big I am? Plus all those things in my pussy? No, something else is going to happen." Charlotte's body was gravid beyond any normal pregnancy. "If a preggo-fetishist saw me, he'd cream," she thought. "And the club; what would the girls think?" Her huge swollen breasts rested on her giant belly. Her lower extremities were obscured by massive amounts of flesh. She was able to track her belly's growth by feeling the flesh through her fingers. She heard gurgles, or so she thought. "It could be my imagination." She took note of the blue vein patterns on her breasts and belly. There were not many but she saw some under the pores of her skin. If she stared long enough, the round rim of her belly would vibrate and expand. "It is like a balloon," she said. Its shape complimented the milf's curvy body. It blended aesthetically perfect with Charlotte's sizable melons. Overall, Charlotte realized, boobs and belly now took up most of her body. "Oh! I'm a whale! How am I support . . . Oh! The wall!" The wall which held Charlotte captive also supported her body. "Of course! There's no way I'd be able to support the weight otherwise." Her current detached emotions were also surprising. The fear and terror of just a few moments, "Minutes? Hours? I have no sense of time here," was replaced by curiosity. "Am I under some alien mind control? Or gone nuts? Or maybe it's acceptance? It's probably all three but at least the worry is gone. What will happen will hap . . . oh! Did the 'baby' just kick?!" It was very subtle but Charlotte could see a slight quake in the arc of her belly. The ship was pleased. The fetus was near full term, the mucus layer protecting the ova was holding, and the primate's vital functions were at 100%. Its milk production had not activated as expected, however. Bing! "Ugh!" Charlotte gasped. The belly quake had become a throb. The tan-pink glistening flesh expanded and contracted like a rubber balloon. Her eyes were wide with anticipation and not a little fear. "Oh no! It's coming! Whatever it is! Oh God! Will it burst out like the Alien from the movie?! Aaaaahhh! It's kicking! It . . . hurts? It hurts . . . but it feels . . . part of it feels . . . good. Isn't this supposed to hurt more?" the ship noted. Information stored in the ship's library, plus its own research, indicated childbirth as a painful experience for sentient primates. the ship thought. An influx of chemicals and nanos designed to convert some of the pain to pleasure took care of the issue. Curves Ch. 02 "Mmmmm! Nnnnngh! Oooohhhh!" Charlotte moaned. "Huff! Puff! Huff!" she continued. "What is happening to me?!" she wondered. "It hurts but it feels . . . so yummy! How can something so painful feel like . . . sex! That's it! It feels like fucking!" The pain and euphoria counterbalanced each other; a spike in intensity for one was followed by a corresponding rise in the other. Charlotte bit her lip and flicked her tongue, repeating behaviors she performed with past lovers. She ululated, gasped, and grunted, both in sexual ecstasy and in response to the turmoil between her thighs. The tentacles in her womb stirred. "What?" she gasped. They brushed against her walls, pulling out. "Oh! Oh! Ugh!" she grunted. Bawooosh! A blast of warm liquid showered her legs. Wrinkles began to appear on her belly as its round curve deflated like a burst sac. Charlotte discerned a writhing form, vaguely beneath the flesh. "Holy fuck! It looks large! What is it?!" she gasped. The ship waited until the nutrient fluid drained from Charlotte's womb. It readied to more tentacles, smaller than the others, and then plunged them through Charlotte's vulva. They slithered through to the womb, wound around the writhing body within, and pulled. "UUUUUNNNNNGHNNN!" Charlotte grunted. She clenched her eyes and grit her teeth; the strain showed on her face, blushing red with blood and sweat. "Huff! Puff! Hissss!" she gasped, aspirating through her white teeth. A huge bulge moved slowly out of the womb and into the passage. Charlotte's body was subjected to pressures deadly to unaltered humans. Muscles, which in other circumstances would have hemorrhaged and ripped to pieces, instead stretched elastically to accommodate the body squeezing through. Nerves, instead of transmitting waves of agonizing, deadly pain, converted much of that pain to orgasmic pleasure, aided by advanced alien technology. The pressure was painful, but Charlotte's moans assumed a quality as much associated with sex as labor. "Mmmmnnn! Nnnnnghn! Uuuuunnnghn!" she sang. Her groin stretched and distorted. Fluids squirted through her pussy in advance of the bulge nearing the entrance. Her pink vulva began to part, and a hint of a new shape could be glimpsed through the slit. Charlotte hissed and grunted and bore down. A mixture of cum, fluid, and blood squirted out of her flower. Her vulva formed into a round shape. A just visible head crowned but, instead of smooth, pale, bald skin, wet dark brown hair adorned it. The tentacles tugged. "UUUUNNNNGHN!" Charlotte moaned. The head popped free of the milf's pussy. Another tug; "OOOOHHHH!" Charlotte sang. Her pussy spread into a wide oval to accommodate the shoulders. Tug! "AAAAUUUUGHNNNN!" Near perfect double D melons burst free with a pop. Tug! "NNNNNGHNNNN!" Now a flat toned belly. Tug! "MMMMMNNNNN!" Wide hips, big ass, upper thighs. Tug! "AAAARRRRGH!" Long beautiful legs. Finally, the last tug, a grunt "Ugh!" And the body was clear. Charlotte, gasping, stared at the sight before her eyes. Until that moment she thought nothing more could shock her. A living cave? Fine. Held captive and raped by it? Okay. A super-humongous, beyond impossible pregnancy? Sure. Giving birth to a full-grown human? Of course. The result of that impossible birth: a beautiful, curvy wet body whose shocked expression mirrored her own; that threw her down another rabbit hole. She knew that body, she knew that face; a face she'd gazed at every morning in the bathroom mirror. Charlotte opened her mouth; her doppelganger did the same. "Oh! My! God!" they said together. "You're me!" Charlotte looked at Charlotte. She was a perfect mirror image; not a single detail was missed, not even the belly button, though the other Charlotte hadn't been attached to the womb by an umbilical cord. They shared the same thoughts, felt the same emotions; wonderment, bafflement, fear, confusion. Charlotte didn't understand. She'd been swimming and then nearly drowned in a whirlpool, found this living cave full of tentacles, captured, held, raped, impregnated, and the next moment, she was on the floor, staring at herself held against the wall. Charlotte on the wall was different. Her torso was a mass of loose hanging flesh like an empty sack. Her pussy was a wide, gaping, dripping hole, distorted like a giant wound. "What happened to me/her?" both Charlottes asked simultaneously. Charlotte looked at her other self on the floor. The ruin of her belly and vagina she could deal with later, or so she thought. "She looks exa . . .? What's happening to my belly?" It wasn't something she noticed immediately. Her mind was still processing the moment; any other sensation, such as a warm glow or an electric tingle, was ignored as an aftereffect of the birth. When she finally noticed her belly, and saw the flesh flowing like liquid, with a slight silvery glow, Charlotte moaned, "What now?" The tingly feeling increased along with another feeling. "I feel full." The other Charlotte, who was experiencing the same feelings, viewed "herself" from a different perspective. She watched Charlotte's belly merge back into her body, flesh blending with flesh, while her pussy shrank to its former shape. The ship viewed the scene with some interest. the A.I. thought. The excess flesh absorbed back into Charlotte's body; basically, she ate it, with the assistance of the microbots. Her pussy returned to the hyper-sensitive hair-trigger clit sporting pleasure center she enjoyed so well. It was how the microbots' program interpreted the reset. If she had been some other species, the program might have interpreted differently. The other Charlotte rose from the floor. She touched herself, feeling everything the original felt, watching her change to her exact copy. "But who is the copy?" they both thought. Resentment, then anger flared in both. "How dare . . .?! Who do you think you are?! I'm me! Not some weird copy! You're the fake!" Except that both Charlottes said the words and thought the thoughts simultaneously, as if they were one, and neither could tell who was real or not; and unbeknownst their thoughts were monitored. The fiber optic cables which tapped into original Charlotte's brain, and copied her memories and personality into the other Charlotte, were also examined by the ship's A.I. They provided the ship with some interesting information. The other Charlotte came to the one on the wall. She had a compulsion to touch the original, if only to confirm her reality. The original shared the same thought. Their thoughts were one and extraordinarily curious. Charlotte placed her hands on Charlotte's breasts. Charlotte reciprocated. There was nothing sexual about the act. They stroked only to confirm their firmness. It was like touching herself twice. Their hands moved to their flat bellies, and then their thighs. "Who are you?" they asked each other. "What are you?" The ship watched with interest. An idea formed with the A.I, sparked by this scene and the memories tapped from Charlotte. It could have allowed the two women to continue their examination, but there were quotas to fill. There might be time for that later. the A.I. thought. Charlotte and Charlotte were close to it. The curious question, "What would it feel like to ki . . .?" was unceremoniously interrupted by another thought, "Halt!" The thought was unusual in that it didn't stem from the women's thoughts. "What?" they both asked, and then a blank expression came over the other Charlotte's face. The ship watched the other Charlotte step back. The fiber optic connection allowed it to conceivably issue orders to both Charlottes but it was only interested in one. It issued the orders, with some slight editing to the other Charlotte's personality, and then disconnected her from the system. Charlotte blinked. It was a shocking idea. Somehow she found a way how to find the entrance to this strange cave. It just came to her. She had another idea. "The girls have just got to see this place!" In other circumstances such an idea would seem foolish. Technically, she should have given greater thought to bringing the authorities, but bringing the girls seemed far more appropriate for some reason. She thought there was something else the girls should see but she couldn't think of it at the moment. "I'll figure it out," she thought. Charlotte watched the other walk away. She wanted to call out to her, to ask where she was going, if she was getting help, to get her out off this wall, among others but, when she opened her mouth, an ice cold voice in her head said, "Silence!" It was more than a voice, it was a compulsion. She struggled to speak, watching helplessly as her clone walked out of the chamber, through a door that miraculously appeared in the wall. "Fuck!" she sobbed. The door disappeared; the cock-tacles returned. Charlotte watched in despair as they slithered toward her wide open pussy. To Be Continued. Curves Ch. 03 This follows on from my first two stories when Ashley & Rachel first meet and spend a day in the sun together in "Curves" Ch.1, then enjoy each other in their private cove in Ch.2 – now read on... ============================== We headed back – Rachel had to do some windsurf training to a group the next morning but she didn't need Curves that day. She suggested, since I obviously knew about boats, that I take her out and maybe drop anchor offshore and have a lazy sunbathy day on my own. She would row out and join me later. So off she went. I cast off to head out, looking forward to the day, the beautiful day in this paradise, my body in the sun, my book in my hand and a long cool drink. If I couldn't spend it with her I was sure going to spend it with me. And enjoy this happiness I felt. I could see Rachel on the beach with her group from my anchorage, every so often turning from my book to watch her coax her crew. And slowly the sun had its effect. The eyes hooded over, the book left my hand and I drifted off into my world under that hot sun, my body glistening with the oil, my head filling with thoughts of my new found love. This girl of mine, so sexy and free and lovely. I wanted her. And my sex wanted her. I could feel myself becoming aroused by the very thought of her caressing me, kissing me, loving me. I had to go in and indulge the passion that was coming over me, to lay on that bed we shared and relive our love again, smell the sheets and pleasure myself with her once more. I could not wait for her. Meanwhile, on the beach and without me knowing, Rachel was ending her lesson sooner than I had assumed she would. I had watched her awhile earlier, of course, and while they were practicing some moves she had taken the opportunity to look out to sea with her binoculars. "Out to sea" indeed! I knew she was watching me! Gazing at me lying there in the sun, the breasts that she had kissed shining with my oil. I hoped she liked – loved – what she was seeing as much as I enjoyed her looking. But I had no idea how quiet and devious she could be... As I lay there in the cabin on the bed in my sexual stupour, she had rowed across to me, quietly and deftly boarded the boat and was watching me from the stairwell to the cabin. I only saw her there by chance as I turned onto my side, eyes closed but not tight. I found her watching. No clue did I give her as she leant back against the stair wall and slid herself slowly down, opening her legs as she lowered herself, knees wide apart and her hand down her bikini bottoms. I knew she was teasing her sex with her middle finger down to her entrance, and in and out and down to her puckered ass, wetting it, making it slippery with her juice. Then to her hard bud as her other hand pulled down one cup of her top. Her breast distended with the tight elastic under and looked so erotic and wanton and slutty for me to watch, secretly watch.. As I started my play in earnest now. For her. On my side. I love being on my side as I lay sometimes. My one hand down my front, two fingers in my pussy playing with my walls as wet as ever....and my other hand finding my butt, fingering my asshole, my middle finger there, oh....right inside me there.....up inside my ass as my pussy envelops me, contracts on me and I watch my Rachel watching me. She does not know. She is watching. She is fucking herself. She thinks I am oblivious to her being there. And I watch her through my half closed eyes and fuck myself brazenly for her. I am her live porn. Her slut.