4th of July

My dearest Presley has returned! And what a sight he is now! Only "Presley" and "he" is no longer appropriate at all, we call her by a new name now: Priscilla. But let me, dear reader, recount how his arrival at what my soon-to-be vacated home. The rooms and hallways are already becoming a mess of boxes and sacks as Miss Blake and Molly begin packing things up in preparation. But I digress.

A few hours after Miss Blake and I returned from our visit to the All-Mother's realm, the doorbell rang, and Molly hurried to open - carefully of course, as she did not want to reveal the rather inhuman occupants of the house. In the end, that turned out to be unnecessary; and the gasp poor little Molly uttered at the sight of who entered with an enormous smile was only appropriate for someone so blessed by Shub-Niggurath as her.

Chancing a peek from the salon where I had spent the morning idly reading and enjoying the All-Mother's blessing, it was on myself to gasp: The woman, for she was clearly one with her wide hips and large bosom, was only vaguely recognizable as Presley. My beloved had been well-muscled before, being on the rowing team of Miskatonic University, but all that had melted away under Shub-Niggurath's love, leaving only a lovely softness all over the newcomer's body. She had been tall, now she had to duck under the door to enter. She had spoken in a rich baritone, now her voice was a sultry contralto that sent shudders of delight down my spine as she greeted Molly warmly and inquired about my whereabouts. An immaculately ironed, perfectly buttoned shirt stretched over perfectly shaped breasts that, in relation to her body, looked even bigger than my own, unless I used the tendrils of Shub-Niggurath's love to enlarge mine. Black trousers, held by suspenders and tight as if glued to incredible hips and thighs thicker around than Molly's entire torso, led to leather shoes shining like polished onyx. All the clothes my beloved was wearing had clearly been either altered or tailored just for her, but that I only cursorily noticed.

As I looked back at her face, the woman we would soon be callin Priscilla beamed at me, large eyes sparkling with happiness, and she was over where I was standing in a few, long strides. Still smaller than me, but less so than Miss Blake and Molly, Priscilla had to stand on her tiptoes to pull me into a kiss, our enormous, sensitive and oh so soft bosoms pressing into each other as Priscilla pressed her pillowy lips against mine.

I melted into the kiss, of course, the taste of my dearest unchanged and so very familiar, but soon, the All-Mother's boons beyond the obvious became clear as something slithered into my eager mouth to tangle with the nest of tentacles wriggling there. Where I had many, Priscilla had one, thicker and stronger, and I was more than happy to respond in kind, sending tentacle after tentacle questing into my beloved's own mouth, labored breaths and gentle moans filling the room. I felt Priscilla's hands on my breasts, her thumbs hooking around my prodigious and fiercely erect nipples as I felt the latter stretch and distend, eager tentacles worming their way out in anticipation.

My shaft hardened within seconds, pressing against the unbearably soft thighs the All-Mother had blessed Priscilla with, but strangely, I could not feel her shaft press against mine; the reason for this I will not yet reveal. Patience, dear reader, patience ♥. Running my hands down Priscilla's sides, I soon began to work at her fly and her suspenders, eager to see my beloved's All-Mother-blessed body unrestrained by clothing. I myself had been nude since waking, of course. Tentacles spreading open the fanged mouths on my palms began to speed matters along, our hungry kiss never breaking as I manoeuvred Priscilla over to the large sofa in the middle of the salon, her shirt and shoes carelessly discarded along the way.

Finally, we broke the kiss with my tentacles still wrapped tightly around her own, wriggling motions sending tingles of lust through our bodies. Priscilla's flush, panting face was a lovely sight from where I was bent over her, the small tendrils slithering from my nipples roaming over Priscilla's curves. I could taste every inch of her soft, creamy bosom, feel her excited heartbeat in the throb of her proud, impressively large nipples, and finally, my trembling hands succeeded in pulling down my beloved's pants, leaving her wearing nothing but her underwear... but there was no tent of excitement, no male member leaking in praise of Shub-Niggurath.

The tentacles from my palms made their way inside of Priscilla's underwear, closer and closer to her crotch, and finally, I felt the greatest blessing of the All-Mother to me and my beloved both. You see, dear reader, although a minuscule, barely two inches long shaft remained between Priscilla's legs, there was something much more exciting behind it, twitching in anticipation as if to echo my own member's throbs.

You may have untuited it already, dear reader: Shub-Niggurath had indeed placed an eager female slit between Priscilla's legs, and as she looked up at me with a lustful fire in her eyes, there needed no words be spoken between us, only pure desire and the invitation of my beloved's spreading legs. Some part of my heard Miss Blake and Molly behind us, their own voices tinged with lust themselves, but as dearly as I love them, only one thing was important in that moment.

My hands gripped Priscilla's enormous thighs, seeming so small against them even with me being quite a bit bigger than her, and tentacles slithered from between the fangs on my stomach to help guide my helplessly erect shaft home, their brethren from my hands and nipples caressing every inch of Priscilla's sensitive skin, her perfect bosom, her soft middle, her enlarged behind, even her pillowy lips. Her nethers I had spared so far, but no longer.

Sinking my blessed shaft into a slit for the very first time was nothing short of heavenly, a deep moan announcing to the world my equally deep joy, the sound mingling with the lustful sounds of Priscilla. She felt wonderful around me, pulling me inside her with what felt like a thousand wriggling tentacles, my member buzzing with pleasure as I began to thrust as if my hips had a mind of their own. One hand behind her head to hold on to the sofa's backrest, Priscilla used the other to hold on to my back, legs hooked around my back as she announced her pleasure unabashedly for the world to hear.

So did I, of course, my breasts swinging with every thrust and brushing against Priscilla's bosom as it bounced, our lustful flesh barely restrained by the tentacles slithering from my palms, my breasts, my stomach to gently caress both our bodies to enhance the sensations of this intimate coupling. I could feel the thick seed churn in my blessed gonads, the tentacles in Priscilla's snatch coaxing out a constant stream of precum as I thrust and thrust and thrust. Pure instinct had overwhelmed me, and as my hips moved as if on their own volition, I leaned forwards and closed my eyes, closing the distance between me and my beloved once more to kiss her deeply, our oral tentacles slithering and swirling around each other until we once again filled each other's mouth as fully as I filled Priscilla at the end of every stro■

You must excuse me for that unsightly blot, dear reader. Now, where was I? Ah, yes.

The sofa rocked with my unrestrained strength, slamming back down noisily, but it didn't matter to me, nor did the wet sounds behind us. Only the shared bliss between me and my beloved mattered; time had lost all meaning as I pounded away, right arm wrapped around Priscilla's waist and left gripping the back of her head tightly as she clung to me in her ecstasy, mirroring my own as I threw back my head in the throes of lust, the embrace of our tentacles never ending. My thrusting became frenzied, the front legs of the sofa not slamming back down any longer due to the speed and power of my motions.

Tentacles twitching erratically as I felt my climax approach, I rammed my member deep into Priscilla, who seemed to sense what was happening and positively milked my straining shaft with the tentacles inside her slit. This evidently elevated my lust to the point that when my orgasm hit me, it did so with such intensity that I nearly blacked out, a veritable deluge of seed spilling deep into Priscilla, who squirted some white goop of her own into the nest of tentacles emanating from my stomach. Even once we both came down from our high, our All-Mother-blessed bodies stayed entangled for quite some time. We had not seen each other for what felt like an eternity, and we wanted to make up for lost time.

We still are, in fact. You will have to excuse myself, dear reader, for Priscilla has snuck in the room as I was writing this entry and made use of the excitement gripping me as I recounted our reunion by gripping something of mine with her lips and the tongue tentacle hiding behind them. Once already she has made me spill my seed into her mouth, hence the mishap further up the page, and she seems intent to make this happen once more. I shall not disappoint her.