1.12 ❤ Fun With Slime II

“So,” Mel said. “The best part of my body. Wanna guess what it is?”

“Mmm. There’s a lot to pick from.”

Mel beamed, and slapped Zoey's shoulder. “Stop it, you flirt. Here. In my opinion, it’s this.” Mel’s hand slid to the top of Zoey’s cock, the base of her palm positioned flat against the tip. Zoey got the briefest inkling of what was about to happen, and then Mel pressed down.

Zoey’s cock sank into the sticky substance, slowly filling up Mel’s arm. She groaned in pleasure. The feeling was incredible: warm, tight, sticky, gripping to her cock as her length slid into Mel’s body. Her arm. Zoey hadn’t expected normal sex from a woman made from goo, but she hadn’t expected this. To be fucking her hand, in the literal sense. Weird, but hot, she admitted to herself, watching her cock fill up Mel’s arm, then Mel’s fingers reach Zoey’s pelvis, having gone all the way to the base. She curled her fingers inward, gripping Zoey’s pubic hair. Definitely hot. Her cock reached all the way up to the woman’s elbow. She could see it suspended in the green, translucent goo.

Her hand slid up, then back down, squeezing Zoey’s cock with the motion.

This might be harder than I thought. Mel’s insides felt really good, and they hadn’t even gotten to the serious stuff. Zoey doubted those cute, anatomically-accurate lips between her legs wouldn’t be getting use before this encounter was over. Really, they were Zoey’s only chance to exhaust Mel before she herself ran out of steam. She was already at a disadvantage because of her cock. She knew from having experienced both types of pleasure that while her newest tool might feel great, it was much easier to keep going after coming the so-called natural way. Zoey was much more spent after orgasm than she used to be.

So she really ought to get to it.

But instead, she watched her cock slide up and down Mel’s arm in fascination, and pleasure. Really fucking weird, she confirmed a second time, not that Zoey’s pulsing girlcock was complaining in the slightest.

“You asked me my name,” Mel said, “but I didn’t get yours.”

“Zoey,” she breathed out. “Does that—does that trick work anywhere?”

Mel gave her a sly smile. “Why? Where do you want to stick it?”

“Just wondering.” She could imagine a few ideas, and they were much weirder than through Mel’s hand. But also slightly too degenerate for even Zoey to bring up, much less ask.

“In my ear?” Mel asked, apparently having no such shame “With this thing, it’d go all the way through my head, you naughty girl. And sorry, that’s uncomfortable, so hands and feet are all you’re getting.”

“Right. Hand’s are, um, enough.”

“I know. I can feel it squirming inside. You really like it.”

Her cock pulsed. “You have sensation in there?”

“Everywhere.”

“Wow.”

“Wow, indeed,” Mel said, eyes sparkling.

Zoey let herself indulge for a few more moments, Mel’s sticky insides pleasuring her length, before she admitted to herself she needed to treat this more seriously. She grabbed Mel’s wrist and extracted her cock from the green goo—it made a lewd squelching sound as it separated—then pushed Mel over, who acquiesced with a delighted squeak. Zoey spread the slime-girl’s legs open, then dipped her face between Mel’s thighs.

“Can I taste you?”

“Don’t ask,” Mel said, wiggling her hips. “Just do. You’ve got your work cut out, remember? I would love if you win. I’m your number one supporter.”

Zoey couldn’t help the chuckle; this goo-girl really wanted some relief. Concern still ate at Zoey in the back of her head, but there was no point in worrying about what ‘losing’ meant.

She just had to win. Simple.

Just had to leave this curvy, sweet-tasting slime-girl a puddle of satisfied exhaustion. It might take some work, but Zoey was definitely, one-hundred percent up for the task.

Zoey ran a thumb up and down Mel’s folds, watching them part and marveling at how realistic they were—and how cute. She was well and ready to go, her slick excitement covering Zoey’s thumb.

She sunk both thumbs in and gently spread Mel apart, then looked in at the bumpy green walls. Since Mel’s entire body was translucent, the edges were difficult to make out, even spread wide open, but she saw that Mel’s anatomy was true to life.

“Hey,” Mel protested. “I’m not exactly bashful, but staring in is really embarrassing. You said you were going to—”

Mel’s words were cut off with a gasp as Zoey slipped her thumbs out, leaned forward, and sunk her tongue into her eager entrance.

“There you go,” Mel sighed. Her hand went to Zoey’s head and pushed down, getting her wiggling tongue another inch deeper. Zoey’s hands went up to grip at Mel’s spread-open thighs to better support herself and her efforts. She explored Mel’s lower entrance, taking her time, caressing and squirming her tongue in sweet, coaxing motions, enjoying the honey-like, hint-of-citrus taste. Zoey loved the natural taste of a woman, of course, but Mel’s insides were tasty by more literal standards. And she smelled amazing. With Zoey’s nose stuffed into her pelvis (clean-shaven, for a silly sense of the phrase), Mel’s scent radiated into her, intoxicating with its fruitiness.

“A-Ah,” Mel whined. “You’re better at this, mmm, than I thought. Maybe I shouldn’t be so cocky.”

Zoey didn’t reply. Her mouth was a bit occupied.

“First one’s free, I guess,” Mel sighed, gripping Zoey’s hair tighter, and the wiggling in her hips starting to pick up speed. “Puts us on even playing ground.”

Zoey worked away diligently. Nobody ever said it was easy conquering a dungeon.

Finally, Mel’s breathing grew ragged, and Zoey could tell by the way her stomach was starting to twitch that Mel was getting close. She’d take her ‘free one’ happily. Zoey didn’t know how many times she’d have to make Mel come before she’d be collapsed from exhaustion, but based on some of Zoey’s longer sessions? Could be a half a dozen or more. And that had been for a regular girl.

Zoey coaxed the shaking slime-girl through a body-wracking orgasm. Her back arched, her thighs squeezed around Zoey’s head, and she shoved Zoey’s head in, cutting off her ability to breathe with her nose stuffed deep into her pelvis, but Zoey didn’t stop until Mel’s squeezing thighs loosened and she patted on Zoey’s head to let go. She pulled back, sucking in air, and a bit dizzy.

Her cock was aching from need, the experience of having her head crushed between Mel’s thighs as she came having gotten her painfully hard. Precum dripped from its tip, and it twitched in anticipation.

Fortunately—unfortunately?—Mel’s first orgasm seemed to have not tired her out remotely, but instead riled her up. She pushed Zoey over (they were taking turns doing that) and climbed atop her. Mel’s gooey lower parts rubbed against Zoey’s cock, excruciatingly satisfying. She leaned forward and kissed Zoey while sliding back and forth, the slimey composition of her body and the excessive lubricant dripping from her orgasm providing a slick, easy movement. Zoey bucked into her, helping her along, and savoring the sweet taste of Mel’s mouth—and in sharing the juice that had gushed from her convulsing pussy.

She pulled back just enough to break from the kiss and murmured happily, “You taste so good.”

“That’s mostly you,” Zoey laughed. Her hands had gone to Mel’s waist, helping with the rhythm and motion of rubbing her lower-half against Zoey’s cock. The first hints of something was starting to build, and Zoey rallied her determination—she couldn’t allow herself to be pleasured without doing the same in return. “Lift yourself up.”

“Is it time?”

“Up.”

With the length of Zoey’s cock, Mel had to lift a comical, awkward distance to position Zoey’s tip at her entrance.

I’m about to be inside her. To feel her walls squeeze around me. While Zoey had had something close in the form of Rosalie’s throat, and she supposed Mel’s hand, this would be the first time she actually penetrated a woman with her new equipment. Zoey’s heart started racing harder, and it had already been galloping.

Mel rubbed Zoey’s tip playfully against her entrance, spreading her lips with its head. It rubbed Zoey’s precum into her own excitement, creating a slick, lewd mess. “Are you ready?” Mel asked breathlessly. “Gods, it’s going to go so deep.”

“Hurry up.” Zoey wanted to thrust inside, but she knew her size was unwieldy, so Mel needed to ease herself into it, even accounting for her malleable body.

Mel finally started to press down, and Zoey’s cock slipped—for the first time—into the warm, soft heat of where it belonged: Mel’s breeding hole. A groan escaped her lips as Mel’s grippy, tight pussy spread open to accommodate her.

“S-So big.”

Mel eased down, gripping Zoey’s shaft with a hand to guide its entrance. Zoey’s head fell back into the grass, eyes closed, savoring the squeeze of Mel’s walls pressing in all around her. And she kept going lower, enveloping more of Zoey, amplifying the sensation with every second as more and more of her cock was pressed in by tight, wet goo-flesh.

“So full, o-only half way. How is it so big? You’re stretching me …”

Zoey drowned in bliss as her cock slid inch by inch into Mel’s pussy, until finally, Mel’s soft ass impacted her crotch, indicating she’d finished—that she’d gotten every last bit in. That Zoey had stuffed her full, stretching Mel out to her absolute maximum.

Zoey opened her eyes and basked in the sight of her cock suspended in translucent green slime, past Mel’s navel, all the way up to the base of her breasts. It reached to just beneath that slightly darker, floating green orb Zoey had noted earlier. If Zoey thrusted, just hard enough, she might be able to bump her cock into it. Though she wasn’t sure why she would. Maybe it was —

Zoey’s thought was cut off as Mel lifted herself, then bounced back down. Her slime impacted Zoey’s thighs with a squelch, and the combined pressure of her coaxing inner walls and the bounce of her ass against Zoey was incredible, impossible to describe. She moaned, and lost control of her attempts to be considerate; she needed to thrust and shove, and who cared if she was too big for Mel? Zoey needed to go faster. Mel was taking things too slow.

She gripped Mel’s waist, hard, then bucked underneath her, slamming into Mel rather than the other way around. Mel gasped in surprise, and Zoey didn’t let up. She pistoned in and out, hips jerking in rhythm with Zoey’s hands slamming Mel down by her waist, to provide a louder, lewder impact between their lower halves. Each collision squelched as Mel’s gooey body tried to stick to Zoey’s crotch. Mel worked with her, caught off guard, and whining in something that sounded close to pain, but enthusiastic despite the fact, allowing her body to be used however Zoey wanted. She hadn’t been kidding; she was Zoey’s sticky plaything. Zoey didn’t need to ask. Mel was hers to do with what she wanted.

Zoey’s thoughts became less coherent as her brain started to melt in pleasure. Her pistoning increased in speed.

“Give it to me,” Mel begged, bouncing up and down. “Please. I want to feel it shoot inside. Do that for me.”

She let the burning satisfaction of her cock crescendo, indulging entirely in the feeling, any thoughts of delaying gratification for purpose of lasting longer disappearing. She needed to empty herself into this busty, eager slime-girl. To fill her with hot seed. Could a slime-girl be bred? If so, Zoey was about to accomplish it.

Her length spasmed, finally giving in to Mel’s desperate, excited coaxings. Zoey’s girlcum jettisoned out into clinging slime-girl pussy. Zoey kept her eyes open and watched, through Mel’s translucent body, as strings of white shot out from her cock and into her—past her cervix, which Zoey had been bumping into, and the force of her convulsing cock pushing seed into her womb, filling up the space with gooey white liquid in real-time as Zoey watched in awe. The sight spurred her twitching cock on, encouraging it to give more and more as it pounded up and down, she and Mel not slowing as Zoey’s cock gave in.

Mel’s womb filled, then overflowed, seed spilling down Zoey’s cock and stuffing her walls, obscuring Zoey’s cock from view in a wash of white. She watched as it poured from Mel’s pussy and out between them. And, like usual, Zoey just kept going, kept spasming, her output unusually high. She had Ephy to thank for that—which she briefly did. She sent off a prayer, imagining a smirking goddess looking down at her.

Mel’s second orgasm crashed into her, shaking her slimy body, and bringing Zoey’s pleasure to a new high as her walls convulsed and milked Zoey with shocking pressure, caressing with tight squeezes.

Finally, Zoey was spent—and dizzy—but she forced herself not to give in to her exhaustion. She collapsed back, stopping her pumping, but not allowing herself to close her eyes and sag into the ground.

“Do I at least get a second to catch my breath?” she panted.

Mel leaned back and shimmied down Zoey’s legs, her member sliding from her pussy, and spilling out seed as the stopper finally exited. Zoey could still see her white spunk outlining the entirety of her pleasure-giving insides: womb and vagina both. It was a bit weird, like a lot of this had been. But a lot hotter than weird. Or maybe hotter because it was weird.

“I didn’t get a break, did I?” Mel laughed. “You have fingers and a mouth, until it’s working again. And a pretty blonde to save, if you're forgetting. So get to it.”