She Takes It With Open Legs

Penn didn’t question the inexplicable dream like jump to her bedroom. Her corruption drowning mind stuck questioning how she could still be masturbating hours after watching that pornographic threesome on the beach.

But there it was, relief within arm's reach between her legs she could see a corded massager. Grabbing it she thought nothing of its soft, warm and smooth flesh like composition. Well, anything beyond finding it feeling like a cock did in her hand, driving a further need to press it against her pussy lips, the strange head seeming to wiggle instead of vibrate as Penn pressed it harder against her clit.

Throwing her red hair over her shoulder she fell back gasping in delight as the massager seemed to just worm itself inside her. Squeezing her C cup breasts she breathed heavily too amazed by how great the massager felt as it inexplicably penetrated, rolled, pulsed and throbbed inside of her.

Something wasn’t right, her thoughts and soul tried to pull her down from the pleasurable high she was riding, most of her mind simply craving more of the sensation.

Then she felt her ass bud being teased. Penn moaned staring upward, stray thoughts wondering what it would feel like to get it in her ass quickly answered.

With a sharp wide eye blink she sat up, seeing the laundry room for what it was now.

The lights flickered between working and yielding to the rooms darkness. An ambient red glow coming from flesh like roots that seem to grow across surfaces before suddenly sinking into them, appealing impossible veneers seeming to surface in their wake. Moaning and gasping pleasurably Penn gazed around as her rational mind tried to rally concern. Her eyes soon making out the silhouettes across the room, slowly being lowered to the floor.

Suddenly with a climactic surge and a blink Penn was in a laundryroom, its lighting looking classier, marble walls and high class stainless steel machines replacing the faded whites she was familiar with.

The man was gone, she remembered there was a guy here.

Where were her clothes?

Where were their clothes?

How hot are those women coming over here?

Penn’s body seemed to keep its own pace grinding into the penetrations she hadn’t gazed at, her mind trying to decide just what she was seeing. And was now seeing her being fucked by…

Penn’s green eyes went wide as she saw the fleshy tentacle and its offshoot as they seemed to pulse in and out of her. Grabbing hold of it to pull it out Penn screamed in surprise as she could swear both intrusions seemed to spike into both her holes, the pain subsiding into burning pleasure that stunned Penn down flat on her back.

“That’s right just lay back and relish the pleasure.” The voice dripped with sultry allure Penn couldn’t have imagined, her head turning to see Clarie for what she had become. “We don’t want you joining our ranks quite yet, its has a special plan for you.”

“I envy you.” Jackie added, slowly scratching gently across Penn’s skin before starting to kiss and mouth the young woman’s flesh.

“Wha.. wha… whats…. Happ…” Penn tried to gasp words, throwing her head back and arching her back up, Jackie sucking and tugging on Penn’s nipple harder.

“Just what naturally happens when you have unprotected sex.” Clarie’s words sent a chill of terror and dirty perversion through Penn.

Her mind was torn, half of her thinking about being a pregnant slut offering herself to any takers in any way in a sex club. Completely unaware of just who, or what had bred her.

The other half tried wrestling control of her body, thoroughly decided it wasn’t about to taking getting knocked up by monsters laying down.

Monsters… real… live…

Penn was too distracted by the competing thoughts to even question the tongue in her mouth. She felt a strange relief and gratitude for the pleasurable making out as it side tracked all the assorted conflicted thoughts.

But one question still wrestled to the top.

Did she really want to chance being knocked up?