ZHIN'SCHIGA 5. Pink Slime and Tentacles
An eye-catching green-eyed brunette named Alexandra, with a fifth cup size bust that looked even larger on her 165-centimeter tall, no more than 70-kilogram frame, was invited to a country house for legal assistance and to prepare documents related to the inheritance of that very house.
While Alexandra was at home and at the exact moment she was completely naked and had just stepped out of the shower, a pleasant female voice called her. Citing a mutual acquaintance, the voice asked for a favor and, of course, for a frankly pleasant fee. Such terms suited her completely, and she agreed, writing down the address of this house.
As she was writing down the address, she held
the pen cap in her teeth, which looked like a small cigarette; for some reason it looked so arousing and just as sexy as the small mole under her lip. Her lips gently and erotically embraced this cap, and saliva, seeping from her mouth, dripped down it onto the floor.And then those… breasts, her naked, beautiful, large, even huge breasts, with dark, not at all small areolas around the nipples.
"Oooh," she unexpectedly let out a moan, right into the phone.
And those nipples, which for some reason began to become aroused unusually quickly, filling with blood from that pleasant voice, which simply flowed like a warm, shower-like waterfall into the beautiful ears of the mistress.
The nipples ended up erect and hardened, and Alexandra, having already put down the pen without finishing writing, stroked them with her free hand, turning and admiring herself in the mirror, which reflected a sexy, thirty-six-year-old lady with such a piquant mole on her gorgeous butt, where her hand had already moved, and then began to stroke her tummy.
The female voice poured and poured into Alexandra's ears words completely incomprehensible to her and probably not even sexual, arranged into unintelligible sentences, but for some reason they continued to arouse her, the meaning of which she no longer grasped at all. She didn't even understand why she, as a professional, wasn't listening to the caller, her client, and wasn't even trying to grasp the meaning of the situation and the problem; she had no mind for it.
This had never happened to her before! She had never heard anything like it! The voice was like the voice of an angel!
Alexandra merely nodded to herself in the mirror and no longer answered the girl on the other end of the line at all; she was already touching her wet and clean-after-the-bath pussy, biting her lips to keep from moaning into the phone receiver.
More than anything, she now wanted this voice not to end! She craved this voice! She had fallen in love with it! With its owner! Who was she? Alexandra felt like a starved, lustful female who had met her happiness in the form of...
Alexandra thought for a second, imagining the image of that amazing girl, and saw in the mirror's reflection something like a tentacle appear under her breast.
For some reason, she wasn't even frightened by what she saw; on the contrary, she became even more aroused. Still holding the phone to her ear and listening to the voice that had captured her mind, she watched the beautiful little body of the tentacle, as if her beloved was embracing her, and she felt so calm and pleasant from this.
This tentacle was warm and wet like shower water. It was a pink, transparent, beautiful jelly-like color. The tentacle slid over Alexandra's body as if lubricated with her own vaginal juices, which were already dripping or even streaming in small rivulets down her legs, as had never happened before.
The tentacle, sliding under her breasts, disappeared behind her back, embracing Alexandra like a lifebuoy.
There was no fear at all! There was only arousal and something cosmic, something lulling and covering her head with a pleasant languor. She was as if being covered in the ocean by wave after wave of pleasure and a sensation comparable to orgasm.
Then she saw another tentacle, which appeared from under her slightly parted legs and, sliding along her labia, intricately moved upwards, capturing and smearing itself in Alexandra's secretions.
Her clitoris seemed to plunge into the body of the tentacle and as if split it in half, the halves, which joined together again, already rising above the pubic mound, moving up her tummy.
The tentacle, rising to the edge of her breasts, divided exactly where the clitoris had split it, and each part rushed towards its own nipple. At the ends of the tentacles appeared real, but transparent, plump, pink lips, which practically sucked onto each nipple, thereby transmitting indescribable pleasure to the little brunette lawyer, who wanted to sit on the floor from such pleasure, but bending her legs, she realized something was holding her in a standing position and she couldn't sit on the floor.
She surrendered completely to the power of this substance and relaxed her muscles, remaining standing but no longer feeling the floor.
This gave her a sense of security and a kind of freedom in her further actions and sensations; she closed her eyes and threw her head back, emitting sighs of pleasure.
Alexandra was no longer holding her cell phone; where it went she didn't know and didn't want to know. But the voice continued to sound in her head even without it.
What and what this voice was talking about she didn't understand, and she didn't care anymore; she was enveloped in the pleasure of the tentacles, which kept appearing from different places, embracing and entwining her body like many slippery, warm snakes, but without toothy maws, instead with tender lips that suctioned onto her body, and now dozens of lips caressed the bound or, perhaps more accurately, embraced body of the beauty. There were more and more lips; they caressed, sucked, licked the female's body.
Alexandra could, of course, scream or say something since her mouth was free, but the mouth of the brunette with wet, shoulder-length hair and lips emitted only sounds of pleasure and pleasant moaning; she was getting off like a cat in March.
Something had also penetrated her vagina, just as resilient and warm, penetrating further and further without causing the slightest pain or the slightest feeling of fear. The same substance began to slide into her anus, spreading its walls, as if entering with a thin tube, which already swelled inside and also filled the body of the naked lawyer.
Tentacles appeared from her throat, which, piercing Alexandra's body through and through, developed, exiting her mouth to the sides and intertwined with themselves as if also embracing, enjoying their power.
The legs and arms of the helpless girl were already completely wrapped in an incomprehensible, resilient, and soft slime, which, having penetrated inside and enveloped Alexandra from the outside, seemed to absorb her into itself, but at the same time, as if covering her body with millions of kisses. Not a single part of Alexandra was deprived, wherever it was, whether outside the body, inside, or inside an organ.
Already inside the pink, warm, and slimy shell of this substance, Alexandra continued to breathe freely, like an embryo in its mother's womb, or even not breathing! She felt she no longer needed to; she was as if in a weightless vacuum, where she could now move both her arms and legs, and the world, or rather her room, she saw through the prism of the enveloping and absorbing, so familiar, pink slime.
She was absolutely happy, experiencing one orgasm after another, or not even an orgasm, but something else. More vivid, saturated, and pleasant, something she had always searched for in this world but couldn't find, and this was what she had found just now, or rather, it had found her!
The Zhenschiga! — Alexandra remembered the strange, old book she had found at work on top of the cabinet — It's the Zhenschiga! – she said to this slime without opening her mouth.
"Yeeesss," the same angelic voice sang to her tenderly — "it's me, I will be with you now and will visit you, my beloved dominant female! But fulfill the condition and pass my book on, otherwise..."
Alexandra opened her eyes — she was lying on the bed in her room, completely smeared in her own lubrication, atoms and molecules pleasantly swirling in her head — she lay with her arms and legs spread, looking at the ceiling and smiling, remembering how calm and amazing it had been with the Zhenschiga, who had fulfilled her unattainable dream in reality.