Taking Carrie For a Spin

After Carrie’s last encounter with the strange slime, she hadn’t seen it often. The little droplet that stayed behind that night had disappeared in the morning. Since then it had popped up a few times to cause some mischief, notably one night when Carrie was riding her husbands cock and the little creature decided to join in the fun by slipping in her backdoor. Her husband didn't notice the intruder, but she certainly did. Another time she had been vacuuming and the little goo got itself sucked up into the machine. Carrie remembered her shock when the device seemingly sprung to life and sucked her clothes completely off, underwear and all. After that, Carrie began to realize the exact extend of this goo's abilities, but she was about to find out more. Unknown to her, the droplet had been darting about her neighborhood harassing several women for a week, and tonight was no different as the rest of the slime made its way from Julie's house. It hadn’t strayed far however, and tonight it returned as the other dollop of goo sailed over to join it from its escapades with Linda.

With the kids having just been put to bed, Carrie stood in front of her bathroom mirror in a short white bathrobe and matching socks brushing her teeth. Through the open door, she could see her husband roll over in bed as he quickly drifted off to sleep from a long day of work. On her bed, a pair of white panties sat waiting for her to sleep in, and her little uninvited guest was currently slipping into the fibers of the garment unseen.

Spitting out the last of the paste, Carrie rinsed her mouth out and strode out of the bathroom towards her bed. As she reached for her underwear, it suddenly darted out of reach and flopped to the floor.

"Wha-" she begin, before covering her mouth to suppress her surprise. She looked up at her sleeping husband, but he merely snorted in his sleep and continued to doze.

Turning back to her panties, she bent down to grab them again, but they merely flopped across the floor out of reach.

"You little..." she began, before looking back at her sleeping husband.

Turning back, she strode purposefully for her panties, but this time they shot off the ground into the air and zipped out her cracked bedroom door. Grumbling to herself, she followed them out into the hall to see them sail around the corner and down the stairs. She hesitated for a minute and looked back at her sleeping husband. Whatever this slime was up to, it clearly wanted her to follow. Carrie thought about ignoring it for a moment, and joining her husband in bed. Biting her lip, she quietly closed the bedroom door and made her way to the stairs. She supposed she could see where this was going, just for a minute.

When she reached the bottom of the steps, she caught a glimpse of her possessed panties dart into the kitchen, and she quickly pursued. "Hey!" she whispered as she entered the room to see her underwear grasp the handle to the back door and open it.

They zipped through the new opening and into the backyard, and Carrie followed close behind. The full moon illuminated her back yard encircled by a privacy fence, and there a few yards ahead of her she found her panties lazily floating in a small circle at waist height, as if caught in a persistent breeze.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" she questioned sternly as she approached the possessed garment.

As if in answer, her heart suddenly sunk to her stomach as she heard the backdoor close and the bolt latch behind her. Whirling around, she saw no one looking through the window. She instead saw another piece of the flying slime slip out of the keyhole and dart off into the yard to giddily bounce around her small garden. She sighed in relief, that her husband or kids hadn't followed her to see the strange sight in the backyard, but then she realized something. Running over to the door, she found her fears confirmed: she was locked outside.

Turning back, she walked over to her floating underwear. "What are you doing? Don't leave me locked out here, please!" she whispered.

She heard a small rubbery giggle from the little blob bouncing around, and felt the back of her robe suddenly ride up. She looked back in surprise to see a new piece of goo pulling it up to expose her bare ass to the cool night air. She swatted it off her robe, and it happily bounced away with a small slippery chuckle as Carrie noticed several more of the droplets had arrived and now darted about her yard around her.

"Ooh!" she gasped as one of the small blobs suddenly flew up the back of her robe and slithered quickly up her spine. It flew out past her head and towards the roof of her house. She watched it for a moment until it landed at the window of the upstairs spare bedroom. The open window.

When she looked back in front of her, she found her panties hovering expectantly. "Am I supposed to get up there somehow?" she questioned frustratedly.

The hovering garment dipped down to the ground in response, and yawned open as if to tell her to step in. Carrie looked from her possessed underwear to the window and bit her lip. She supposed she could walk around the house and check if any of the windows were unlocked, or maybe even try and **** the flying goo to open the door for her. However part of Carrie really just wanted to let loose and see what this stuff could do.

Biting her lip, she stepped her sock covered feet through the open leg holes of the hovering garment. The possessed panties immediately shot up her legs, sailing over her thighs as they slipped up beneath her robe to wedge themselves snugly between her legs.

"Ooh! Okay, let's just take it easy now." Carrie mumbled as her panties wedged up her backside.

In response, she felt a finger trace down her crotch. "Nnngh...not now." she shuddered. "Let's at least get up there first." she pointed to the open window.

Two of the little droplets hopping around her suddenly jumped down the back of her white ankle socks and slithered down to her feet. "Ooh oh ah! That tickles!" she stuttered, stepping from side to side as the little slimes slithered across her soles and between her toes as they merged into the fabric of the socks.

As she hopped from foot to foot, she stepped back and bumped her leg into one of the potted plants dotting the yard. She lost her footing and suddenly fell backwards over the empty ceramic container. Instead of hitting the ground however, her fall was suddenly cut short mid air. Carrie looked back in surprise to find her backside hovering several feet above the ground, supported by the upward **** of her slime infused underwear.

"Oh...okay. Thanks, I think!" Carrie whispered in surprise. In response, a small follicle like tendril of slime sprouted from her panties and circled around her asshole. She squirmed against the protruding tendril as her ass hovered above the ground. "Fuck you're relentless!" she whispered hoarsely.

The tendril relented, but didn't retreat as she was lifted back to a standing position by her possessed panties. However the upward tension in her underwear didn't then go away, keeping her almost literally on her toes. "Well this is new." Carrie spoke to the droplets darting around her, and then squirmed when she felt fingers dance across the bottom of her feet and skitter up and down between her legs. "Oh my god!" she groaned as she suppressed a giggle, her eyes returning to the open window as the invisible fingers dissipated.

"Okay. Here goes nothing." she said to no one in particular.

She hopped once into the air, and her socks and panties carried her about a six feet off the ground. She came back down at a slower speed than normal, and when her feet touched the ground, the goo in her socks bounced her upwards nearly as much as she pushed off. This time, she was nearly level with the gutters of her two story house at the height of her jump before falling back down. Her robe fluttered around her as she came back to the earth, and with another bouncing jump, she shot back up into the night sky.

Carrie didn't know what to expect from the slime, but when she watched herself reach the height of the open window with her speed no where near slowing, she gasped. "Woah" she flailed her arms and legs uselessly as she soared up past her house, the other droplets of slime following her takeoff beside her. When her ascension reached its apex, the roof of her house was thirty feet below her.

She rapidly began her descent, and she tried to think of what to do. The ground was racing up to meet her however, and by the time she struck all she managed to do was land on unsteady feet. The slime in her socks still reacted, and the odd angle sent her sailing backwards across her back yard with her feet flying up in front of her with a "Whoop!"

She flew over her tall wooden privacy fence and across the small empty field behind her house. She barely cleared the fence of the house seated a hundred yards behind her, and seemed to be headed ass first for their backyard swimming pool. The moment before splashdown however, her panties hoisted her back into the air, and she continued her backwards air bound voyage. The little droplets of goo still following her suddenly shot past her to open the sliding glass door at the back of her neighbor's house. Carrie's trajectory, whether by chance or slimy influence, carried her straight through the open door into her neighbor's house.

Her wayward flight ended when she plopped down in a tall cushioned chair seated in her neighbor's living room, her robe now hiked up above her waist to expose her tightly gripping possessed panties. Carrie's eyes were wide in surprise and shock, partly for what had just happened, but mainly for the sight of her neighbor now locking eyes with her. And for what was currently happening to her neighbor as well.

Jenifer had recently married, and even more recently divorced, a very wealthy land developer, leaving her this house to herself as well as a hefty hedge fund that let her work less and play more. The young red haired woman was still quite beautiful, and an annoyance to every jealous wife in the neighborhood, and now Carrie was sitting half naked in her living room staring at her in an almost equally compromising position.

"Carrie?!" Jennifer gasped in a shuddering voice.

Jennifer was bent over the side of the couch in front of Carrie, her face facing the trespasser as her ass was held in the air by some unseen ****. Jennifer seemed to be struggling and squirming against whatever was seemingly teasing her, dressed only in tan bra and panties with colorful floral imprints. The little droplets of goo swarmed and bounced about the living room around the two women as Carrie tried to stutter a reply. "Jennifer I...you...this is.." Carrie trailed off as her eyes slid past Jennifer's face to a mirror situated directly behind the squirming red head.

In the reflection, Carrie could see between Jennifer's legs, and noticed several shifting forms moving firmly beneath her neighbor's underwear. The form at Jennifer's pussy seemed to thrust suddenly, and the divorcee squeaked as her ass jumped. Before Carrie could think of an appropriate response, Jennifer gasped, "Has this green goo been fucking -ooh, yeah right there!-been fucking with you too?"

Carrie opened her mouth to speak, but at that moment dozens of thin tendrils erupted from the seat of her panties and slithered right up into her asshole to join the one from earlier. "Eep!" was all she managed to get out as she leaped out of the chair. Her panties and socks were still pulling her skyward, so she shot straight out of the chair and towards the ceiling. She reached out her hands and caught herself, reflexively pushing herself back down. She quickly fell back to earth and thumped back down in the chair, once again seated. She moaned at the landing, as the impact sent the tendrils deeper into her back door.

"Oh Goood!" Jennifer moaned, dropping her head forward to where her hair fell across her face.

One of the droplets flying about the room darted over to Jennifer's backside and gripped the inner leg hole of the garment. It peeled it aside to reveal to the mirror two good size blobs of the kind currently accosting Carrie sliding in and out of the woman's holes. Carrie watched this as she squirmed in the chair against the slippery invasion. The blob at Jennifer's pussy suddenly swelled into a deep thrust, and Jennifer's head shot back up with a gasp. The droplet holding her panties to the side released it, and the garment snapped back into place to cover the slimy double team pistoning into Carrie's neighbor.

Jennifer once again locked eyes with Carrie, and she suddenly felt her panties begin to slowly rub against her pussy. Jennifer's eyes trailed down to between Carrie's legs, and watched as the garment made it's moves on her. Carrie instinctively tried to close her legs, but found them held apart by her socks and underwear alike. Carrie squirmed against the tendrils as they stretched further and began to tickle her insides faster. "Oh geeez." Carrie moaned as her eyes drifted down to Jennifer's cleavage to see the woman's bra seemingly kneading her tits.

As if in response, several droplets dove down the front of Carrie's robe and slithered to her tits, encircling them in a squeezing tingly motion. Her hands flew up to clasp her breasts, and the motion sent her bouncing up a few inches from the chair. When she landed back down, the long thing tendrils pulsed even further up her asshole.

Jennifer's eyes had never left Carrie's crotch, and continuing to stare, she spoke in a husky voice, "Is that stuff making you fucking fly?"

Seemingly excited by this, the tendrils in her backside squirmed even more energetically, and her panties and socks suddenly lifted her up into the air. Still staring between her legs as Carrie's panties continued to massage her pussy, Jennifer bit her lip. All Carrie could do was groan and nod her head in response, but Jennifer's eyes still never wavered.

Her neighbor sucked in a breath as she suddenly stood up straight, seemingly pushed up by her bra. Her ass was still stuck out behind her as she grinded against the slippery molesters in her underwear. She kept staring at Carrie's crotch as she licked her lips. "Bring her here." Jennifer spoke in a husky voice.

Carrie was beginning to soak her panties from the implausible assaults as she was levitated up through the air and across the room, her legs still splayed in a seated position as she continued to grope her tits while the slime teased beneath her palms. She floated back down in front of Jennifer as her thighs came to rest on the red head's shoulders. Jennifer still stared at her crotch as her panties slowly rubbed her pussy while the tendrils continued to explore her asshole. "Jennifer I..." Carrie began breathlessly, but couldn't think of a single thing to say.

"Carrie Carrie Carrie." Jennifer muttered, shaking her head slightly between her thighs as her hands slowly slid up her backside to grip her ass.

Carrie just sat, or rather hovered, there breathlessly as Jennifer's hand slowly slid around her ass cheeks. Suddenly, her neighbor leaned in and ran her tongue up the length of her panty covered pussy. "Oh fuck." Carrie whispered, and Jennifer smiled as she leaned back.

The crotch of Carrie's panties suddenly pulled itself aside, exposing her cunt to Jennifer's smiling face. "Thanks." Jennifer whispered, and jumped slightly in response to something between her legs. The red head then clutched Carrie's ass, and pulled her pussy to her waiting mouth.

"Fuck!" Carrie cried in a high pitch voice as her neighbor's tongue dove into her soaking twat. Carrie had experimented with girls in college, but had never considered herself anymore than curious. Right now though, as her beautiful neighbor probed her depths with her tongue as this strange slime attended her other holes, Carrie was reconsidering things.

Carrie's hips gyrated up and down between Jennifer's grip and the slime's clutches while Jennifer continued to probe and moan between her legs as the goo had it's fun with the red head as well. The wayward housewife was getting closer and closer to coming, and when she felt three more droplet slip up between her legs to join Jennifer's tongue in her pussy, she could feel herself slipping.

Carrie released her boob with her right hand, and grabbed the back of Jennifer's head, bulling the woman's face tight against her snatch while she continued to massage her breasts with her left. Her robe fell from her shoulders amidst the commotion, exposing her naked tits to the room as droplets of the flying slime groped and teased them. Both women were panting as they seemed to approach their orgasms simultaneously. Jennifer moaned between her legs as Carrie gasped, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh god oh god ohgodohgod-NNngh-yes!" as her orgasm crashed over her.

Jennifer shook with muffled cries between her thighs as her climax took her as well. An eternity passed as the rapture subsided, and Carrie slowly floated down to the couch, the tendrils sliding out of her ass while the slimes slipped off her tits. She lightly touched town on the cushions as she lay back to stare at the ceiling, still trying to catch her breath. Jennifer had fallen forward after her, and soon lay on top of Carrie's half naked form, breathing deeply in the afterglow of her orgasm.

A minute or so later, Carrie looked down to meet Jennifer's eyes, and her neighbor smiled, "Come here often?"