I had just about give up all hope of getting her in the sack when we came to this one island off the coast of Tahiti. We were in the market place of a coastal village, when I came upon an old man. He was a local medicine man who sold healing herbs, potions, and other wares. Veronica was off looking at Polynesian jewelry, so I was on my own. I guess he realized how "frustrated" I was because he approached me and gave me a small jar of this clear gel. He said it was massage oil to loosen up "tight" women. Not realizing what he meant I took the jar as a gift for Veronica. I put it in my pocket and forgot about it.
Now, we were staying at a local hotel on this tropical island (two separate rooms of course). Just before we both turned in I stood at my door. I asked her if she wanted to come in and stay a while. She politely turned me down again. As she walked to her door and fiddled with the key to her room, I put my hands in my pockets. That's when I found the small jar. Before she could walk into her room I stopped her and gave her the jar. She accepted it gracefully as I told her where I got it and what it was supposed to do. She smiled sweetly at me as she closed the door in my face. I returned to my room to sulk.
About a half-hour later there came a knock at the door. I opened it to find Veronica leaning against the doorframe wearing a silky black robe. Her eyes looked glazed over as if she were in a trance or something. In her hand was the small opened jar. I asked her what was the matter and she said she was turning in but before she got into bed she realized her feet were sore from walking all day. So she used the massaging gel on her feet. She claimed it smelled intoxicating and felt so amazing that she continued to rub the oil up her legs and thighs, but when she got close to her vagina she had an over powering urge to have sex. Now she usually didn't do this but she was looking for a man to satisfy that urge. And she had chosen me.
I brought her in but before we did anything she asked me to rub the oil into her back. I did so and right after we had wild sex all night until the sun came up. She was a hellcat. We did things I never thought were even possible. Every time I thought I was finished off she found another way to turn me on again. I was in sex heaven.
When noon came around I woke. My thoughts were lost in the memories of the night, and how I had to thank that little jar of gel for an incredible night. I rose up and looked at the beautiful woman next to me. She was completely worn out and showing no signs of waking. That's when I noticed the empty jar on the nightstand. Panic hit me. I had finally found a true aphrodisiac and I had used it all up in one night. There had to be more so I quickly got dressed, wrote Veronica a short note and rushed off to the market place.
I found the medicine man going about his daily business. I thanked him for the free sample and asked if there was anymore of the gel I could buy. He had only one small vile left and he was going to use it for himself. I begged him to tell me how the gel was made or how to get more. He said it was organic in origin but it came with a great price. He explained he would get more if he could, but he was too old to make the journey to the island where he originally found it. That's when and thought occurred to me. I told him I would make the journey for him if he gave me directions. He laughed at first, but I persisted. I guess it was seeing the spirit in my eyes or something that broke him down. He gave me clear directions to the island and how to search for the gel. Apparently females were the only creatures that could truly track down the source of the oil. They were the only sex that could be stimulated by it. He chuckled as he wished me a safe trip watching me run to the port to rent a boat.
Once I had a decent boat and supplies, I went back to the hotel. Veronica was just waking up as I walked through the door to my room. She smiled at me seeing that I was up and around. I told her that I had a special adventure planned for the two of us. It involved sailing to a small-uncharted island to find some ingredients to make more of the "lust gel". She was intrigued and excited about the idea. She quickly left to pack. Once ready I found her waiting at the door all packed and ready to go. We happily went down to the port and boarded ship.
The trip took a few hours. The sun was still high in the sky as we weighed anchor off the coast of the plush green island. I inflated a raft and rowed the two of us ashore. The closer we got to the beach I could tell something was at work in the air. Veronica really perked up. She seemed edgy and eager to trot off in search of the oil. Once ashore I went about unloading the supplies we would probably need while Veronica was distracted looking off into the jungle that awaited us. I admired her shapely form for a moment after preparing our packs. She stood a short way away wearing hiking boots, a very short pair of khaki shorts, a sleeveless flannel shirt tied at the bottom exposing her belly. Underneath I could see the strings to her white bikini. I wanted to peel each article of clothing off her and ravage her again, but that would have to wait. As I walked over to give her a pack she snapped to and smiled at me. I let her lead the way as we set off in search of the gel.
The island wasn't very large, but the jungle was thick. The temperature was hot, but a cool breeze swept over now and again. Veronica hiked along like a madwoman. She claimed she felt as if something was drawing her somewhere. I just followed trying to keep up. She was a very athletic woman, I found keeping up hard to do. She didn't even seem to care I lagged behind a bit, but then again I wasn't being driven by an unseen force either. I watched her as she went. Her exposed muscles glistened with perspiration as she pushed through the small brush that was in her way. The jungle was very thick, but suddenly it broke into a pathway. Along the sides of this new path, we discovered hundreds of beautiful light colored flowers. Veronica slowed a bit taking them in. I couldn't tell if men or animals made this path, but it definitely lead to whatever was driving Veronica buggy.
As we trudged on Veronica slowly started to giggle playfully. She was like a kid in a candy store. Finally the path opened into a small glade. In the center was a grassy hill. At its summit was a large green leafy plant. It looked like a plume of tall thick grass. It's long skinny leaves waved in the breeze... or did they. The air here was still yet the long blade-like leaves danced swaying in the air. I held Veronica as a shadow passed over us.
A large white sea bird circled over head. I pulled Veronica into the underbrush to watch what was happening. The bird continued to descend spiraling toward the center of the hill. Down it went landing close to the long swaying leaves. The bird chirped a few times as the lively leaves moved toward it. The blades began to caress the bird. It squawked a few times seemingly to enjoy the touches it that was getting. Then it moved in closer. I could see from were we were that the long blades were covered in clear oily gel. At last I realized we had found what we were looking for. I pointed out my observation to Veronica. She shook with anticipation and nearly rushed off to collect our bounty. But I held her back wanting to watch the bird. It was a good thing I did too because the caressing leaves began to coil around the unsuspecting bird. The large white-feathered bird squawked low as the coiling leaves lifted it off the ground and moved it towards the center of the plant. Other leaves moved in and continued the caressing. The bird seemed pleased and did not struggle even though it was obviously trapped. From where we were, we could see more and more leaves move in until the bird was completely covered out of sight. The lower more wide leaves closed in on the center of the plant. We could hear the bird chirping, but then it started to fade out, muffled until it finally stopped altogether. Then the leaves slowly spread out again. They were thickly coated with the gel, so much so that the access dripped off onto the ground.
Seeing this waste of good gel, Veronica let out a cry. She nearly broke free of my grip, but after watching the bird getting devoured I knew it was this plant was potentially dangerous for her at the very least. I quickly promised her that I would collect the oil if she stayed away. I handed her my pack and had her busy herself with making camp on the outskirts of the hill, while I fearfully went forward with a bowl to collect the oil.
As I slowly drew closer to the waving leaves I realized that they weren't leaves at all, but green worm-like tentacles. It wasn't a plant like I figured, but a creature that lived partially underground. I knew now that the tentacles secreted the sweet smelling oil to attract prey. The diameter of this mass of writing muscles was about five feet at the base, but if they all spread flat on the ground were probably eight feet long. This was just a guess of course. I had no idea what this thing was capable of. The creature didn't seem to mind me being there as I began to cup the oil with my hands and corralled it into the bowl. Taking it in at first glance it looked like a just a group of writhing tentacles, but after watching the bird being taken I knew there must be an orifice somewhere in the center of it all. I didn't really want to find out for myself. I had collected more than enough gel now. So I marched back to Veronica triumphantly.
She had been a good girl and pitched our tent and laid out our sleeping bags inside and even collected dried grass and twigs for the fire pit. The woman had even laid blankets about the camp so we had places to sit or lay out. She was now unpacking our foodstuffs and getting everything ready for supper. The sun was quickly setting, but there was still plenty of light. I told her to relax while I start the fire and cook the food. I had trouble concentrating, because she took my suggestion too well. She kicked off her boots and socks allowing her feet to breathe. Then off came her flannel shirt. I watched her tits bounce around in her bikini top as she peeled off her shorts. She came and sat on a blanket near me smiling seductively. After watching her fuss with her hair awhile I finally got the fire started. While I cooked our food she went about gathering flowers to make a Hawaiian lei. I think she did it to keep her mind off the gel. Night fell upon us just as I served dinner.
As we ate our meal I explained my theories about the gel and the creature in the hill. Basically I figured that the creature must be hidden deep in the earth using its gel covered, leaf-looking tentacles to capture food. The gel itself is creature's saliva that is secreted from the tentacles, which when brushed against or massaged in into the skin, seeps down to excite the creature's prey on the cellular level leaving it awestruck and easier to capture, take in, and digest. The sweet smelling gel has pheromones in it that the swaying tentacles fan out to attract potential prey. The fact that only female animals seem to be the only sex affected by this must be because of the chromosomes in their genes reacts to the stimulus in the saliva. But then again these were only my theories. Veronica tried to sound interested, but she was obviously distracted. I found that her eyes kept wandering from me, to the bowl of gel, then up to the top of the hill. At one point I had to sternly tell her that it was dangerous for her to go near the creature. She heart fully agreed that getting gobbled up was not on her to do list. But I could tell the air and temptation was weighing on her mind.
After dinner she sat close to me with a look in her eyes. The pheromones were getting to her. She smiled then swung her feet into my lap. I took the signal and grabbed the bowl. I smoothed its contents deep into her skin. I started with her toes and heels, then past her ankles up her legs. All the while her breathing got heavier. As I was working on her legs, she untied her bikini strings and tossed both top and bottoms away. I smoothed the gel all over her nude body. She came a few times while I massaged her clit and areolas. Finally she couldn't take it, so we retired to the tent to have more hot sex. Once again we fucked the night away, but finally when I was worn out she let me fall asleep.
When I awoke a few hours later, I was alone. Veronica's sleeping bag was empty with no sign that she had even slept in it. Frantically I threw on some shorts and headed out to find her. It wasn't that hard. She was standing halfway up the hill gazing at the creature. It was amazing. The beast had risen its tentacle mass up out of its hole. From where I stood I could see a long throat-like tube was connecting the waving bundle of tentacles down into the ground. This throat had a diameter or a bout 2 and a half feet. Veronica was lightly singing and swaying her body in time with the swaying of the tentacles. She was wearing the flower lei she made along with a flower anklet and a pink see-through wrap around her waist. She had a few flowers in her hair. She looked lovely, but I doubt she realized the danger she had put herself in.
I called to her, and she turned to me and smiled. I asked her what she was doing and she pointed toward our supplies. I looked to where she pointed and I was nearly knocked for a loop. She had emptied a couple of our water jugs and had filled them with the gel. I stared at her in shock.
“See it allowed me to collect some more gel. I couldn't sleep. I am so charged from this oil. After you fell asleep I came out and picked some flowers, but the aroma from gel struck me. I had to get more. So when I approached it, the creature rose up and secreted large amounts of the gel for me. Don't worry I collected it at a safe distance. I felt so happy I began to sing to it and look..." Veronica said turning back to the creature. She hummed and moved her arms. The creature's tentacles moved in the same manner she did. I was impressed.
"This is amazing..." I said watching the creature in awe.
"Get some more containers. I bet we can fill everything we have. This stuff must be worth a fortune. Every man in the world will pay top dollar for this stuff. Women too." She said with a devilish grin. She took a deep inhale. "Mmmmm... I love the smell it gives off. I can't get enough of it!"
I went about looking for something that she could use to collect more gel. When I looked up she was walking closer to the tentacles. The ones on the outer edge had spread wide. It looked like a giant green star. The inner ones were focused on reaching for her. They all parted showing that their center was in fact a gaping maw. Gel oozed from every pore of the mass.
"Don't get too close!" I warned. "Those tentacles look like they want to snatch you up."
"I can't help it. It's like they are calling to me." She said as she was just out of reach. There she paused as if thinking about it. "Well, I filled those two jugs without it grabbing me. Of course I had to restrain myself from jumping in and bathing in the stuff both times. Dare I try again? Maybe I am too big for it to grab."
Looking at the tentacles that were spread as wide as small car, they could definitely take her in. The central hole itself was as big as a tire. The pheromones must have been really affecting her. "Maybe you should just step away. You don't want to tempt fate too many times." I tried to coax her away. "Come help me find something to gather more gel. I want to leave with as much as we can."
She stared at the dripping maw before her. She was lost in her senses. She untied the wrap about her and let it fall to the ground. "It's so warm standing right here. My skin tingles. I wonder... maybe just a little caress..."
"Veronica!" I shouted, but it was too late. She took another step just in its reach.
Tentacles gently moved in on her and started to massage the young woman. She cooed taking it all in. They brushed against her every curve. They didn't snatch her like I thought they would. The tentacles only washed over her coating her soft tanned skin with their gel. She laughed as a few tickled her. I stood at the base of the hill staring at the spectacle.
"See I told you. This feels sooooo good!" She said stepping closer into their grasp. She began to moan and twist her body around. A tentacle moved in on her pussy and forced its way inside her. "OH MY GOD! It’s inside me... I'm gonna... CummmmmmMMM...!!!!" She shouted as more tentacles found the space between her legs. This went on for several moments. Her body was slowly being completely covered in the gel.
"Veronica... I think you'd better step away." I said trying to get her attention. Then I saw it. "Look! It’s got a hold of your waist." I watched as a slimy tentacle wrapped tightly around her midsection. Other tentacles started to latch on to her appendages.
"Ohhh... YES!" She cried. "I like it rough! Feels soooo good! Its like five guys are manhandling me." The tentacles began to pull and tug on her. She fought them a little adding to her stimulation.
"Yes but I thought you didn't want to get gobbled up remember!" I shouted to her.
"I bet you'd like that, huh?" She said before she was jerked about. "OH GOD!... If it ate me... you wouldn't have to share... the profits from the gel... Just think about all the gel... you could harvest... if you kept this thing fed with juicy young women... You'd be a millionaire... WOW! OH MY GOSH! This thing... wants MEeee! And maybe I want... it tooOOoo... But then again maybe it’s just... toying with me. I doubt its going to take me."
As I stood there her words echoed in my head. The creature was secreting tons of the gel as it played with her. If I played my cards right I could get something going here. Maybe even start a business producing this stuff. Ideas were running through my head. So much so I almost lost missed what was about to happen.
"Oh my... I can't take all this stimulation." She whispered through gasps of breath. As if it understood, the creature started to take it easy on her. Veronica was now deep within the reach of the creature. One more step and she would be inside the maw. She peered into the great hole and marveled. "There's truckloads of gel in there," she noted. "But then again I've already basted like a thanksgiving turkey with the stuff." And she was. The woman was completely drenched in the sweet smelling goop from head to toe. The tentacles kept their grip on her, but they relaxed a bit more allowing her some free movement. "It doesn't have me in as tight a grip now. It has been toying with me. I wonder if it will let me crawl inside..."
"Veronica!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. The outer vines started to fold in around her.
"What?!?" She yelled turning toward me. Then she saw them. "Uh oh!" She tried twisting out of the tentacle’s grip, but her sudden burst of tension caused them to tighten once again. "NO!" She fought but the tentacles had her. One moved in and grabbed both her wrists and brought them over her head. Another came in and lassoed both her ankles and pulled them together. Once she was gripped at both ends the old, now extra, tentacles let go. "Let me GO! Don't just stand there... HELP!" She struggled like a fish on a hook. The outer tentacles slowly started to close in more.
There was little I could do, but watch. And did I really want to save her? What she had said earlier made a lot of sense. "Hey I told you to stay away from it. Sorry, but you tempted it. Now your going go to have to pay."
"WHAT! How could you!" The tentacles at her ankles began to lift her feet off the ground. "You bast..." She tried to yell at me, but a tentacle surrounded her face at the mouth shutting her up.
The strong muscled tentacles lifted Veronica into a horizontal position. Her muffled screams became horrified moans as she was pushed and pulled toward the oozing maw. Her body writhed while her hands, arms, and head entered the opening. The mouth closed on her belly after her jiggling tits had crossed over. The tentacles that had her upper half let go and came out of the maw to help push the struggling woman down. As this was happening the whole tangled mass began to move back to its original position on top of the hill. It was probably easier just to drop the woman down and let gravity take her than trying to force her.
Once Veronica was totally vertical again the creature started to fold up. I walked up the hill to watch it all. It was so fascinating and yet I was so turned on by the whole thing. Her knees buckled and swished past one another as her feet wiggled and her toes flexed and curled. I could hear her moans and yips coming from down below. The tentacles around her didn't close all the way. The creature knew it had her. I watched her ass sink down into the fold. Her skin glistened with the gel. I noticed her struggles started to slow as her body was getting lowered. Inside the creature was probably busting out an extra amount of saliva to give her a good coating. Her thighs passed through, then her knees and calves, till finally her ankles were at the lips. Here the lips tightened as the tentacle holding her feet together let go. She was now suspended inside. I watched as the lips slowly loosened and let her slowly drop down. Veronica pointed her toes skyward and wiggled her feet for the last time. Her toes waved as her heels and soles slipped out of view. Then with a soft pop the lips closed over curled up toes and Veronica was gone forever.
After watching this I knew what I had to do. I gathered every drop I could of the gel and headed back to the boat and civilization. Back at the original island I gave the medicine man a gallon jug of the gel and thanked him. Once I left I went home and sold the "Lust Gel", as it is now known as, and made enough money to make several trips back to the island with a fresh crop of nice young woman to feed it. This went on for months until I had enough money to buy the island and start an enterprise. Shortly after I went big, governments began to outlaw "Lust Gel" and I had to sell it on the black market. But that of course is another tale for another time.
To be continued...