(Inspired by Encounter In The Glade and The Perils of Nude Sunbathing By Little White Mouse)
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The Statue writhed across the moss as the slug slurped her body. Stella was slimed from head to toe; her hair liquid sleek, her body slick and wet. Her legs slid against the slug's wet skin. Its thick, pink member flowed like slow molasses over her clit. The creature was the opposite of its fierce red brother. It was slow, patient; quiet in its steady penetration.
Stella never had sex like it. Her past included a few thick dicks but the sex was generally quick, frenzied; unsatisfying more often than not. The slow passage over her bud was a new experience.
"Men...mmmm!....don't...nnng!...don't...nnmm!...have this...unnm!...have this kind of....'gasp!'....patience," Stella thought.
Orgasms overwhelmed her body; cum and slime blended inside her tunnel. She was warm, wet, and open to the slug's thickness; minutes later, the member reached Stella's g-spot, elevating her orgasms to a new level.
After a brief pause, the slug switched breasts. Its slimy tongue licked the other mound, followed by the mouth, and the resumption of the slug-slurping. Stella swayed her head, licked and bit her lower lip. The pool was quiet, except for the slurps and gurgles of the slug; and the moans and grunts of the statuesque blonde.
The golden-haired goddess ran her fingers across the creature's undulating body. She ground her pelvis into the slug's underbelly, coaxing its member further into her depths. "Come on, come now. You can do it. Come on, fuck me, you big slug," she crooned.
The undulations changed in frequency as the creature reached her womb; waves travelled down the slug's length. Stella shuddered in ecstasy as a huge ripple flowed up and through the thick tuber. Her womb exploded as slug juice flooded her interior. She came, powerfully, arching her back with an explosive, "Ughnm!"
"Mmmm! It came inside me 'geez! I just fucked a slug!'," she thought, "My belly feels tight."
More waves sent the message: the ordeal wasn't over. Stella began a round of orgiastic grunts as the slug rhythmically pumped its jizz into her love sack. Stella's womb tickled as it filled with slug seed.
The creature cum session continued for several minutes before the timbre changed. The slug paused for several seconds before resuming the pumps. This time, Stella felt her vaginal passage stretch as an object travelled through to her womb. A second, third, and more followed at regular intervals.
"What...ugh!...what's it doing?" she gasped. "Ooooh, I think it's laying eggs; of course! Slugs are hermaphrodites. It's both father and mother. I don't think this is good," she ruminated. "Wait a second," Stella thought, "Of course it's good. In fact it's perfect!"
"Customs," she thought. Stella was mindful of the rules for exotic animals; but a pregnant woman on a private plane might not warrant a close scrutiny. What better way to transport a new species to a private lab. She was rich and Daddy had more. A few thousand miles and some greased palms were all that stood between her, fame, and (greater) fortune. All she had to do was wait for the copter. Stella was confident Moira would keep her mouth shut.
"I can't wait to tell her," she thought, not knowing her friend was undergoing a similar experience, "On second thought, fucking a slug might be difficult to explain."
The slug's undulations ceased as it pumped in the last egg. Its withdrawal was performed with the same deliberate speed by which it entered. "Oh damn," Stella thought; the slug schlong slurped softly as it pulled out. Stella felt some post-coital disappointment. It was ironic that the creature performed better than most men; she wished it lasted longer.
The slug drew back like a wet, slimy curtain. Stella's belly was revealed; full, ripe, round, and glistening with slime. "Knocked up by a giant slug," she thought with wry irony.
Stella propped herself on her elbows to watch the slug leave. It slithered toward the jungle, leaving a trail of slime and satiated gurgles. She lay back on the moss bed, letting the mucus dry on her skin. "That was amazing," she blissfully thought.
Stella rested, occasionally running her hands over her gleaming white porcelain belly, until the languor subsided.
"I've got to get this stuff off me," Stella thought as she rose from the moss bed (difficult, given her new condition); flakes of dried mucus fell off her skin. Stella examined herself as she waded into the shallows, "I look around seven months, at least."
As she rinsed the slime from her body, Stella looked ahead, "This is no big deal. It's only a couple of days. I better talk to Moira first. I wonder how she's doing?"
