The Week Of The Comet Ch 02

THE WEEK OF THE COMET

or How I Became Teratosexual

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Chapter II

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I fucking love nudism!

Yeaaah, that's what I said. But this one was actually the echo.

Which was not a surprise, I mean I was near a mountain, but it made me notice something...

I looked around. Listened around.

Still no chainsaws, all right. But... There was no noise

at all

.

There weren't any birds. For example.

It felt very, very much empty around this temple.

Ok, there was an intermittent breeze in the leaves. I was just paranoid.

Anyway, I still hadn't heard the timer lock beep and I had a couple more loads to evacuate.

I looked for maybe a bed of moss I could lie on to jerk off again. Actually I started jerking off looking for it.

My cock and my hand were making this slick sound--fresh precum already pushing out the remnants of my previous load.

It was the only sound.

So when I heard the twig snapping somewhere out there I almost got startled.

It's probably a vole or something, what's wrong with you?

I found my patch of moss but it wasn't the same. I masturbated, staring at the sky above the roof of trees and I was trying hard not to look around me.

Look at what exactly, since it's so empty?

I cupped my balls, kneaded them, and with my other hand I pointed my cock upward, telling myself I could try and break my personal height record.

Yeah, I did that, until I broke down. "WHY IS IT SO QUIET HERE?" I shouted.

I stood up and this time scanned my whole surroundings without any self-restraint.

Where the hell am I?

it's like I'm in Chernobyl, there's literally nothing going on, no noise, no chirping, no creeping, no animals, nothing. And and...and... holy fuck there's no flowers anywhere?

Another twig snapped in the distance.

Paradoxically I didn't lose my boner from the sudden tensening, quite the opposite, my cock twitched and sent a glob of pre into the air. And after that you can bet I was hard and stayed hard.

I was hard when I saw it. This strange ball. Ten feet away from me. And the hair rose on my head, higher than my dick.

My first thought was that it was a jellyfish, but that didn't make sense.

It was about twice as big as a basketball. Slightly oval in shape but the side resting on the ground was flat. Nothing else. No legs, no face, no antennas, nothing. A squishy, dark pink but transparent creature that I at once knew I wouldn't find in any biology book.

But I didn't think 'alien' either. Intelligent, but not like it had come here in a flying saucer. It lived here. I didn't know how to classify it. Not human, not alien, but I wouldn't call it an animal. So what does that leave us?

Scary.

It scared me shitless. For the reasons listed above. I was face to face with a cryptid and I happened to be naked, I was vulnerable, alone, and I didn't know if it was carnivorous, venomous, if it would pounce at my face, or spit acid, or call for its momma who was two thousand pounds of pure wrath with fangs the size of my dick.

But now, you ever heard this story of the lady who took a stray bullet in the leg at a diner and her first reaction was she asked for the check? Or the guy who almost got hit by a truck and checked his phone real quick

before

considering he had just cheated death by an inch? I got the same kind of split-second irrational behavior: I stepped closer.

Slowly. My breathing shallow.

I should have run away screaming.

But I wanted to see this thing.

I even talked to it.

"Hey there."

And at this moment, the silence, the absence of any sort of life around really, really fell upon me. The fauna had bailed out because of this sentient ball of jelly.

It was wobbling in the grass, grazing about--with its back to me, as absurd as it sounds--and despite not responding to me I understood it was well aware of my presence. It's hard to explain. This creature, with no eyes, no ears, and mute, could make itself clear like if your cat could nod.

I should stop comparing it to an animal.

But then as I was standing closer I saw another kind of jelly next to it. And it took me a few seconds but eventually I realized that...it was my own semen. The load I had ejaculated five minutes ago.

"Are you...?"

The mood changed suddenly.

"...eating it?"

It was.

I supply a decent amount of cum for a futa--a dozen ounces, more or less--and these always form a sizable puddle wherever they land. Our kind's never discreet, to put it bluntly.

So there was no mistake. The slime creature was following one streak of my cum, leaving nothing behind, and once it was done, it went to another one, moving God knows how. Crawling? Kinda? Or like I imagine how hovercrafts work?

I squatted and watched. I even leaned closer, without as much as a glance back from the creature. Again, I was adamant it allowed me to.

And what I saw stunned me. I couldn't distinguish any organ, outside and inside, no brain, no muscles, no variation of any kind in this homogeneous round body. Except--and from stunned I became bedazzled--under the inch of what I guessed was its skin, or a shell, its entire core was studded with...how could I describe it? Have you ever seen gold leaf? for gilding?

There were tiny flakes trapped in its body, like gold ore in pink crystal, and each one had its own shape, far from natural, an old alphabet some would have said. It was beautiful, hypnotic. The sight of this slime should have been as unpleasant as bugs or worms, but it was not. It was like looking at Jell-O. I wouldn't go as far as saying 'appetizing' but it looked nice, soft... And this gold. This gold deep within... it was...like... like...

But also: EWWW is that...my cum I can see? like, getting

absorbed

inside? EEEWWW! It looked so gross! Like it had no organs, no digestive tract, like a cell, sucking my jizz in. It was gross and it was...kinda hot? gotta admit.

I've seen lots of people swallowing my cum but none that were see-through.

"You needed the protein?"

I could see the semen slowly travelling through the solid substance, between the golden stars, and disintegrating as (I guess) the creature was assimilating the nutrients.

"Did you do the same to the birds?"

The slime slurped down my load to the last drop and let me watch. It wasn't ignoring me, it was just not considering me as a threat, which is different.

Me, I was too fascinated to act on my fear. It's weird. I mean, when I see a spider I can't even stay near it, and I sure as shit don't stoop and wonder at the details of its body. But there, the sense of danger was... Or rather, it was like it was too late. I was in it, and I had to see it through.

Done with its meal, I understood it wasn't really

done

, as it now turned toward me. At least I knew it was facing me, part from instinct, part from the fact that it started moving closer.

My stomach went like

EEEEEE

but I knew the creature wasn't charging. I was standing when it reached my legs and I dodged it like its body was corrosive.

It insisted and I jigged around while it kept trying to face me and touch me. It was attracted by the smell of cum on the tip of my dick.

I was still hard, if you can believe it. I pulled my foreskin back and there definitely was a reaction.

"You're still hungry?"

I failed to move my foot in time and the thing finally managed to brush my skin. Just a glimpse, but enough to reassure me: its external membrane, its skin, while shiny, was quite soft, and warm, it wasn't viscous or sticky. My toes weren't wet, weren't covered in any disgusting pink goo-ish residue. And most importantly, they weren't melting.

I gasped at the touch anyway. Loud enough that the slime froze.

It stood there.

"Oh, you..." I tried to be assertive and at the same time not speak to it like a dog. "You can understand me."

It didn't move and I knew it was its way of saying 'Yes.'

Oh my God, it's happening.

"You understand you scared me."

'Yes.'

"And because you understand that, it means you're not dangerous."

'No.'

"You're just hungry."

'Yes.'

I'm conjecturing. Ester, you're conjecturing.

The ball rolled toward me.

"Ok, ok, wait," I said. I grabbed my penis...and tried to rationalize what I was thinking of doing.

I just made contact with an intelligent lifeform and I'm gonna feed it my spunk?

I started rubbing myself.

Casually.

I got to my knees. "Give me some space."

It did. The damn thing was restless, pacing and rattling, but it had stopped trying to touch me.

Still, I was rushing my orgasm.

I was curious, to be honest.

"What are you anyway? you cum-eating you."

I aimed my cock at the ground. I found it a little awkward to look at the slime so I stared down. Didn't close my eyes, though. Safety first.

I started to feel the reflex motions of a climax building up. Not pleasure. Or at least it was the most harnessed pleasure I ever incited.

"Do you even know what I'm doing?"

Of course it did.

It hit me. This thing wanted cum

specifically

. And of course it knew what masturbating was.

Definitely not an animal.

It didn't help me to relax and enjoy, though.

Fuck, I'm masturbating in front of someone who's staring at me completely expressionless.

Come on, this is textbook exhibitionism right here, you can do it.

I started ejaculating. Casually, I'm afraid to say. Although in retrospect it was really hot to do so.

I met this girl, first year of college, she was minoring in photography but you know the type: black lipstick, sandals, thinks David Lynch is too commercial. She had this art project, she wanted to capture the moment of ejaculation. So who better than a futa for that.

She only wanted close-ups of my cock, I didn't have to pose. I remember, she had me cum thirty-one times for that photoshoot. And I was so professional. I masturbated with only a focused look on my face, listening to her directions. Like together we were

working

on something. And it was so hot that she didn't

want

me to cum, she

asked

me to cum.

We never had sex.

Damn, she was so cool--But I digress.

I was trying to concentrate each jet of my cum into one pool.

The slime waited, but as soon as I was done, it dug in! That load was as big as the last one but the bastard guzzled it down.

And afterward, it did this joyous spin.

"Well, there's more where that came from!" I'm a futa, it's physiologically impossible to empty our balls. Some have tried, they got in trouble.

And yeah, I had been working on a third load watching it eat. Don't ask me why, you'd have to get the answer from the gutter.

I aimed my endless volley at the piece of ground right next to my new gourmet friend. But in my excitement I accidentally hit it with a rogue beam. Like Silly String on a watermelon.

"Sorry," I said, my voice quivering from the lewd weirdness of the turn my life had taken.

But not as lewd as seeing this line of cum getting so promptly engulfed. The creature had no mouth, it

was

a mouth. There was some kind of rippling and the semen sank in.

"You remind me of my friend Olivia. You two should meet," I said. Olivia loved facials and she loved scooping the cum off her face and licking it off her fingers.

Well, I loved it too but she was a fiend.

As it ate, the slime got more and more excited, it was on a binge.

I kneeled, I straddled it actually, while it was finishing up my puddle of splooge, and then I shot a new one all over its back (or its head?). I coated it.

"

Slimed!

" I blurted out in my O-voice.

(Yeah, I can't believe I just said that either.)

I was careful not to blast its body frontally, but rather have the cum land over it, so that when I was done it looked like the soundhole of a guitar, with the ends of the strings spreading along the ground. And as the creature was still eating what was underneath itself, it started eating this new load at the same time.

"You're insatiable," I said, lying back, exhausted.

The streaks made it look like it had tentacles. "So now you do look like a jellyfish."

Soon it would crawl over those tentacles and eat them until there would be nothing left. I was a little less scared now. But still transfixed. I watched it eat, moving like a slow-motion vacuum cleaner. I couldn't even get flaccid, seeing my own cum like this, and the gold... so vivid, glimmering and...

The only thing that could have distracted me from this sight happened: a twig snapped near us.

I looked absolutely fuckin everywhere around me.

Nothing.

But too late. The distraction had done its deed: I felt a prod on the tip of my penis. Like a tongue picking at the last drops pearling out of my urethra. Exactly that, actually. The slime was very flexible, turned out, stretchy, and it had tried to lick me and I knew before I could even look, I reacted before I could even look, because in some way I knew it was going to happen. As I felt it I shrieked and jumped to my feet. "

What the fuck!

" came out instinctively.

The little fucker was standing there, something like a tongue sticking out of its body, already retracting, disappointed. It wanted to drink straight from the tap.

Damn.

I checked my cockhead.

It wasn't burning, or turning blue.

Just a tongue.

This thing wasn't dangerous. I wanted to believe. It wasn't disgusting. I could look at it as long as I wanted, it didn't look gross. It wasn't like a slug or a jellyfish or...

Fuck you for just considering it.

I sat down, facing my little partner.

"What are you?" I whispered. "Oh my God..."

Rhetorical question?

After all, the human genome had been invaded by a bunch of hermaphrodite nymphos, maybe wildlife was invaded by a bunch of sapient lumps of lust.

"You're not gonna eat me, are you?" I asked. My voice was trembling and serious, really not the stupid voice you make when you talk to your pet, I was way past that.

I raised my hand and reached out, my fingers getting closer.

"You're harmless. Nothing crazy is gonna happen, right?"

Closer.

"I'm not completely insane trying to touch a brightly-colored species, right?"

Closer.

The slime hollowed out just like a deep crater around my fingertips. I reached inside and touched the walls with my index and middle fingers.

The depression collapsed sensually over them and the suction surprised me so much I giggled but also pulled my hand out faster than knee-jerk.

Wow.

I had fucked everything in my life. Pussies, asses, hands, mouths, tits, feet, even armpits, and every shape of fleshlights on the market. But this...

Wow...

I hesitated.

"You promise this isn't the first scene of a horror movie?"

The slime didn't move. It was patiently staring back at me. I knew it was.

"We take it slow, alright?"

Damn. These words. Taking it slow. Really? Usually I'm the one hearing these words, not uttering them. A few seconds before the tip of my dick pops inside a hole.

I sat down on my heels. Knees spread, my ballsack was hanging between my legs, already swelling with impatient sperm.

I pushed my hips up and forward, expecting the slime to meet me halfway, but no, it let me come at my own pace.

"You sure you're gonna like it? It's a really big cock, you know? Are slime penises this big too? You sure I won't hurt you? I'm--oh my G-- Mmh...oh fu..." I pressed the tip against its skin and broke through like it was warm syrup. It had liquefied at my touch and I had not expected this. No resistance whatsoever. The head of my cock sank right in. I stopped as the ridge of my crown slipped in. I was holding my shaft. I considered this a test dip so I pulled out immediately. "Oh f-hUCK!" It's only when I did that the resistance kicked in. As it released my cockhead, I felt suction, and a flow of some kind of lubrication between me and its flesh. I fell back on my heels, my dick free, throbbing, traumatized.

"Ok... Ok..." I tried catching my breath.

"Taking it slow," I repeated.

At this point I was as scared of it as I was scared of hurting it.

I held my cock above it and compared my length with the creature's diameter.

I let my shaft rest over it. God, that skin felt so nice.

There was more than enough room for a full penetration, I tend to overestimate my proportions, it's human, give me a break.

What I could have never foreseen was how that penetration would occur. In the blink of an eye the part of the slime in contact with the underside of my cock turned to suctioning syrup, a ten inches long liquid trench into which I dropped horizontally. I was suddenly balls-deep inside of it, by...

a belly flop of the penis

? You bet I gasped in shock and also in astonished bliss.

The ball of slime tugged at me and rolled and I had no other choice but to fall on my hands and knees, arched above it. I was afraid to press my pelvis over it, to crush it under my weight.

"L-Let me out. Please," I asked. As good as it felt, I was still nervous enough that I wouldn't rush things.

I withdrew the traditional way, vertically, driving my hips backward. It gripped my cock on the way out. I groaned like a fucking virgin getting his first deepthroat.

It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Its flesh was fitting my shape as I was...

swimming

through it, exactly like...

a very thick liquid? A solid liquid? What?

I pulled out but it was just too fucking good, I pushed back in before my cockhead was out. Fuck, did it feel incredible. Fuck, did I moan like a bitch. And this time I could watch. You know how hot it is to see someone taking care of your cock, their hand jerking you off, their lips wrapped around your shaft. Well, again, this time this someone was see-through. I could see my cock. Penetrating something that wasn't even a hole. No gap, no bubbles, and perfect lubrication. And I was like getting sheathed between those flakes of gold, without colliding with any. Like I was

made

to penetrate it.

I rocked back and forth, and this time--"

Oh fuck aaaah!

"--its flesh had a texture. Teasing and stirring.

I moved slowly, still careful, in and out, my balls tapping against the slime, my buttcheeks closing and opening, the air licking my asshole, reminding me where I was, what I was doing. It was insane.

And I sounded crazy, cum-crazy. After four orgasms I should have had a little more stamina but no. It was so freaking awesome and my partner was so freaking hungry.

"I'm-I'm gonna fuck your mouth now, ok?"

It only answered with tickles all over my cockhead.

I was getting loud.

I shifted my weight to my knees and then I pumped in. Once. And then twice.

I shivered. It could take it. I was gonna facefuck it. Oh my God I was gonna fucking facefuck it. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get a proper deepthroat when you have a big dick?

And so, I did. And I just became a string of moans and expletives. Everytime I rammed my cock in I could feel the slime stimulating me in response. Everytime I thought I had hurt its delicate insides, or bent its round shape too hard, it gave me an eager smack back.

What can I say, this creature liked it rough.

At one point, I looked around me. Without any real reason. This mild kind of irrational behavior you can only have when you're squealing without stopping, when you're pounding away, when your whole reality has been condensed to just your cock.

So I looked behind me at the temple, without really seeing it. I looked at the comet in the sky, without really seeing it. Then I went back to the slime and I had already started cumming.