F. W. Trevethyn

Janet could not keep track of how long she was kept in that state of perpetual orgasm. She was expecting to count her orgasms, but she couldn’t tell where one began and another ended, or if it even was a series of separate climaxes and not just one big one. After a while of this exquisite torture, Janet finally passed out as the atlantic spun below her gracefully.

 

Janet felt the roiling black waves washing over her naked, pale body. Laying on her back and looking to the dark sky above, she watched as lightning flashed through dark nebulae as though they were clouds, stars occasionally visible through the cosmic dust as the roar of the ocean drowned out any possible thunder. She sighed, the dreamlike scenery glittering with each burst of light from above. The thought that she belonged up in those stars flitted through her mind, but all too soon it was pushed aside for the sensation of the effervescent liquid lapping at her sides.

 

The fluid was not quite water, feeling closer to oil but leaving no residue. It surged across her, pinprick tingles cascading across every inch of her submerged skin from the contact. She could feel the eddies and currents moving in and around her body, holding her arm in the strange fluid she felt almost as if she could command it. It was all so very surreal, as though caught in a dream.

 

Another wave swelled behind her and curled, dumping her head under the surface for just a moment so she could see below. It was hazy, with several orbs of light off in the distance, strange sparks erupting in staccatoed patterns around her. She squinted, able to make out a figure in the maelstrom of swirls and bent light and dove down deeper to it. Another woman. She swam onward to reach the suspended body and brought her to the surface, one arm wrapped around the acquired woman’s midsection. 

 

Janet was surprised when the woman gasped for breath upon reaching air, though she herself felt no need. The new girl was about the same size as Janet, though somewhat more tanned and covered in freckles. Her body was more curvy than the Astronaut’s, and she couldn’t have been more than 20 years old. As the woman panickingly felt her bald head, Janet slid a hand over her own bald scalp. She chuckled, unsure of how she had suddenly become bald, but not seeming to really care given the stunning scenery around her, and the overall warm feeling radiating from inside. She held the other woman close for comfort, their bodies pushed a little higher above the waves than was their previous buoyancy, their feet buffeted by an upsurge holding them in place.

 

The women embraced for a time, Janet acting as the big spoon and allowing the other a moment to catch her breath and relax, which she did slowly. “All will be fine.” Janet cooed, her words were conveying the emotional state she felt, but somehow she felt they were not intentionally spoken by her. As though someone else was speaking for her using her mouth. “All will be one.” The woman in Janet’s arms froze as she said those last few words.

 

Feeling her new friend needed more comforting Janet softly kissed her neck, and upon pulling away realised she had left a set of black lipstick marks against the woman’s skin. Hearing a stifled moan and amused by the dark makeup choice she’d apparently made, Janet kissed her again, a little lower upon her collarbone. This time as she pulled back she could feel the lipstick drip from her mouth like honey. Several droplets of it splattering against her new friend’s speckled skin. 

 

Another moan from the woman as she reached up to grasp the back of Janet’s head, pulling those inky, supple lips back down onto her collarbone. Janet’s lustful fever grew, her kisses more passionate, her tongue lashing the skin with each breath moan of the woman in her embrace. The black smear turning into a slowly spreading patch of oily black. Janet was curious about this new development, but something inside her desired for the blackness to spread. 

 

Janet planted butterfly kisses across the back of her new friend’s neck before assaulting her other side with the same lust-fueled kisses as before, her hands sliding across the younger woman’s body as they sought sensitive skin. A gasp from her plaything indicated the discovery of her breasts, Janet realising she was cupping one rather firmly with her right hand while the left slid further south. She moved her palm until the woman’s nipple popped free between her index and middle fingers, holding them together to gently pinch the sensitive nub. 

 

The woman elicited a guttural moan, which burst into a second as warm fingertips delved into the waters to discover her swollen pink clit. With her eyes shut in ecstasy, she could not see that her upper torso was slowly being coated in the oily lipstick. But Janet could, and she was elated. As she slid  first one, then two fingers inside her new friend’s folds, she felt a rush of the liquid flow past her. The woman screamed - half in surprise, half in lust - as the fluid pushed through her passage and crashed against her inner walls. The scream turned to a begging moan as Janet allowed the strange current to do what it wished, her left hand quickly finding the woman’s unoccupied breast and fondling it in synch with her right hand.

 

“Accept. Accept this gift.” Janet groaned into the woman’s ear. The woman moaned louder, the waves around them curling back, ready to crash down in one massive circle but holding back for the right words. Janet forcefully kneaded the woman’s breasts one last time before spinning her around so they faced each other. Then hugging her gently, Janet leaned in to whisper in the woman’s ear. “Accept it, and it may accept you.”

 

“Please…” the whimpered voice broke against Janet’s neck “Please accept me.” The words were no sooner out of her mouth than the waves crashed down upon her, sending the two tumbling in each other's arms into the currents below. The lightning above was quickly blacked out by something spreading across the surface of the fluid, which as the woman came up for air immediately adhered to her. The thick oily sheet pulled her from the torrent, coating her body as it went until she stood like a black latex covered goddess standing above the waves. 

 

Janet slowly emerged from the waves as well, though her body was free from the slick black goo. As the lightning increased in pace overhead, small imperfections across the other woman’s oily sheen became visible; her freckles carrying over to the blackened surface by way of being matte in appearance rather than glossy. But that was not the only difference. The current that had pushed itself inside the freckled woman’s femenine passage, had been brought above the surface, forming a tentacular appendage throbbing from her pelvis.

 

The two women stared at the strange discovery, it’s owner waggling her hips to see it sway back and forth. “What is your name?” Janet asked, her voice echoing somehow across the vast ocean. She stepped across the water’s surface to draw a pale finger down the other woman’s oily black chest.

 

“Natalia.” she replied with a tinny voice, blinking a moment as though having trouble remembering.

 

“Mmmmm… Nah-taahhh-li-ahh…” Janet rolled the name around in her mouth as she circled her new friend. “You feel, glorious.” She traced her finger over one shoulder, down her back and across the other shoulder before gently flicking a nipple; Natalia barely able to suppress the powerful urge to shiver from this strange woman’s touch. “Others need to be given this gift Natalia.”

 

“Yes. Yes they do.” She replied, moaning as Janet placed a hand on each of her collarbones. Then Janet knelt down, her hands grazing down Natalia’s breasts and abs before wrapping around the tentacle. She couldn’t hold back a shudder as Janet stroked down to the tentacles base. “Ah-…”

 

Janet eyed the thickening appendage as it slowly rose to attention, the tentacular faux cock pointing at her face as she licked the tapered tip. She dipped her hand in the water and brought up a viscous blob of goo, pushing it between Natalia’s thighs, and gently sculpting it to form a kind of ball sack. Then from the water she pulled two much firmer objects, each about the size of a golf ball and humming with enough force that their surface rippled with the motion. She pushed one into each side, ensuring they were properly in there and wouldn’t fall out. 

 

As soon as they settled in place Natalia let out a scream of ecstasy, falling to her knees as her hips bucked involuntarily. Janet placed a finger under Natalia’s chin and lifted it to stare eye-to-eye. “A special gift.” The words were again not Janet’s. She felt something speak through her, move her. She found herself turning away from Natalia, dropping to all fours and presenting herself to her newly equipped friend. She didn’t protest, something inside her desired this more than anything else. A desire that formed words without her knowledge “A gift to give others.”

 

Natalia wasted no time getting into position, her tentacular cock placed at the entrance of Janet’s puffy labia only a moment before thrusting in. More explosions of colour screamed through Janet’s vision as the black goo rendered the intrusion almost frictionless. It bottomed out with ease, but Natalia kept pushing until her hips pressed against her lovers ass. Janet groaned from the altered shape of the intrusion inside her; the mass being forced in despite it being unable to proceed further and stretching her passage in response. 

 

As Natalia pulled out, the thick member slid free of it’s confines. Janet dipped her arse forward to look at the tentacle and was both amazed and aroused at its shape. It was nearly the length of her forearm, but much wider and from the strange contours she reckoned it must have adopted the shape of her insides, every ridge and bump. She didn’t have much time to look at it though as her arse was once again thrust backwards, Natalia ramming the slick member into Janet’s waiting hole.

 

“Yes!” Janet screamed, a slave to her body as she took the thick cock over and over, her body relaxing more and more each time until Natalia had become a veritable jackhammer. As she pumped into Janet, Natalia’s body shifted and morphed, her hips growing wider with extra goo along with her breasts. Thick strands of black hair began pushing out from her scalp, weaving and braiding themselves together into a ponytail that neared the rippling surface of the fluid they fucked upon. Every slap of her hips sent the pendulous balls beneath slapping against Janet’s clit, and the ponytail behind that whipping Natalia’s arse; driving them both into a sensual frenzy.

 

Janet could tell that like her, the woman was near climax. Her suspicions were confirmed when Natalia asked “Will you accept my gift?” in a deep resonating moan.

 

“I Accept!” She replied instantly, closing her eyes as she awaited the incoming flood. But what Janet expected to happen was far beyond what she got. All at once the goo that had built up around Natalia’s breasts, thighs and arse poured along her body, down and into the cock from all sides, before instantly filling Janet’s pussy to capacity. It then overflowed from the rhythmically clenching passage to slide and stretch over Janet’s arse and belly, down her legs and up her torso. It pushed onwards relentlessly, and gaining speed until it splashed against her neck, droplets flying as it rounded her shoulders and flowed over her chin. 

 

Within seconds Janet was covered head to toe in the black goo, and seconds later she stood once more. She looked to her new disciple and smiled. Natalia’s body slowly regained its thickness, the transformed woman kneeling as she realised deep inside it was her Queen that stood before her. Janet placed a finger under Natalia’s chin once more and directed her to stand. The two rose from the fluid’s surface, lifted from the waves by a column of the dark fluid towards the starry sky above. 

 

As though breaking through the skin of a bubble the so called dream ended and they were pushed out onto the surface of an oily black orb the size of a house. As she crossed the threshold, Janet felt her vision blur. The influence of her gooey master pulled back, allowing her to see the truth of her surroundings. The goo had made landfall, a dozen tentacles keeping it aloft and moving forward up a beach. Behind it a channel had been carved into the sand, the orb consuming matter nearby as it marched toward what appeared to be a beachside town. Men and women escaping from the black mass as it approached.

 

In the deepest recesses of her mind Janet could see the terror in the faces of those turning to run, but all she could do was smile. There was nowhere to run, and why would you? Why would anyone deny themselves inclusiveness within the divine presence. Janet reached out, placing a hand on each of Natalia’s shoulder blades. She gripped the goo there and pulled outward, the substance beneath them sliding up the woman’s body and fanning out to form wings. Natalia gave them a few test flaps before Janet leaned against her back. She wrapped her left arm over Natalia’s left wing to grope a breast while the right arm slid under her right wing to firmly grab the base of her tentacular member. “Share this gift.”

 

“All will be one.” Natalia moaned, turning to kiss her queen passionately on the lips before leaping into the sky.

 

Janet watched as her destiny unfolded before her. She knew she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else except right there. Her smile turned to a look of intrigue as she felt the orb resonate beneath her. Another figure was trapped inside - spasming in a system of currents - panicking and in need of guidance. “All will be one.” She sighed with a grin before diving down to retrieve their next disciple.