4.29 – Gooey Explanations

4.29 – Gooey Explanations

“My ... pants? Why?”

Mel dropped to her knees, fingers going to Zoey’s belt. Deftly, she popped the buckle open, her button next, then forcibly tugged Zoey’s pants down. Her underwear followed, revealing a long, still-soft girl cock, which Mel grabbed.

“Why?” Mel asked. “Because I missed her, obviously.” She slapped herself across the face with Zoey’s member, then laughed. “She’s so perfect. And big! I’m such a lucky slime. I thought I’d seen the last of her.

“Don’t we have more important things to be doing? Talking about?” Her cock quickly stiffened in Mel’s grip, and at seeing the curvy slime girl on her knees, staring with admiration.

“First off,” Mel said. “There’s nothing more important than getting your fat cock inside me as soon as possible, so get that straight.”

“Uh,” Zoey said.

“But yeah,” Mel said. “We have other things to talk about, too. But who says it can’t happen while having fun?”

“I mean this politely,” Zoey said, watching gooey green fingers stroke up and down her cock, bringing it to full mast, “but I think you have your priorities mixed up. You’re in danger, right?”

“I’m in danger,” Mel said, “of cock withdrawal.” Mel kissed Zoey’s dick, then said firmly, “And since the perfect medicine arrived, I intend to take it.” Soft, wet lips enveloped Zoey’s tip, and a sticky tongue stroked along ridges, sucking gently. “The other stuff is way less important,” she mumbled past Zoey’s cock.

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“Totally is.”

“And I don’t think this is the best position to ‘have fun and talk’,” Zoey gasped, shivering under the pleasurable assault. “Like you implied.”

Mel paused, Zoey’s cock still in her mouth. She pouted up at her. Zoey almost reached out and urged the slimegirl on, shoving her head down and really getting to it.

Separating with a pop, Mel said, “Yeah. That’s fair. Hard to talk with my mouth full.” She stood, then grabbed the hem of Zoey’s shirt. Zoey allowed her to tug it up and off. Sticky green breasts pressed into her own, and Mel expertly stripped Zoey’s bra, next. She squeezed Zoey’s tits, then pinched her nipples. “Gods, you’re so gorgeous. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I came to help you,” Zoey accused—though Mel’s eagerness was quickly fraying her willpower. She grabbed Mel by the shoulders and stared firmly at her. “Danger first. Cock second.”

It was a rather absurd sentence. So was the way Mel pouted at it.

“Like I said,” Mel said. “There’s something eating me. An invader. It looks human, but isn’t.”

Mel got down on the ground, then turned and laid on her stomach. Turning to face Zoey, she slapped her ass, making it jiggle. She jutted it up, arching her back, then she shook her lower half, waggling her ass toward Zoey.

“Get that cock in me, and I’ll tell you more,” Mel said.

Zoey stared at the expectant slimegirl laying on the floor.

Well. If this was the fastest way to get the information she needed, who was she to say no? Even if Mel wasn’t acting in her own best interest by not taking this seriously.

Zoey got down behind Mel, gripping her cock. With her other hand, she pulled Mel’s left ass cheek, spreading the sticky goo-girl wide. Two holes presented themselves. She rubbed a thumb against Mel’s backdoor, then wiggled it in. Her sticky body acted as natural lubricant. Mel gasped in pleasure, then shook her butt a second time.

“Your cock! Not your finger! It’s seriously been too long. I want it inside now.”

Zoey obliged. She lined her tip up to Mel’s less-used entrance, then pressed forward, watching the gooey opening spread open and swallow her cock. Mel gasped as she was split apart by Zoey’s rod.

“Fuck. So big. Almost forgot.”

“Is she interested in the lewder parts?”

“Who wouldn’t be?” Mel moaned. “But it’s not just because it’s fun. It’s more potent.”

“Potent?”

“Your class. The weight behind it. Hey, flip me around.” Mel twisted, and Zoey adjusted to help her. Shortly, the slimegirl was laid out, facing upward, with Zoey’s cock still buried in her asshole. Mel rubbed at her pussy as Zoey gripped her thighs and pushed in and out in gentle thrusts. “Gods,” Mel groaned. “I love your cock so much. I’ve been thinking about it since you left. I’m so addicted.”

Zoey blushed. Said with such a genuine tone, it was a compromising statement.

“Watch this,” Mel said, leaning forward and gripping Zoey’s shaft. “Time to ... swap.” She pulled upward, and Zoey groaned at the sudden pressure. She watched as her cock popped into Mel’s pussy, taking a shortcut. Mel had pulled her from one hole to another, straight through her goo-like body. Now, Zoey’s cock was pressed in by tight pussy walls.

The pleasure, and eroticism of the sight, eroded her defenses. Zoey grunted as she pushed Mel down and readjusted—then started pumping earnestly. Mel tugged Zoey in and kissed her, and Zoey basked in her fresh, citrusy taste. Her body bounced as Zoey’s hips slammed into her.

Gasping, Zoey pulled back, but only after indulging in Mel’s saliva for several long moments.

“You’re distracting us,” Zoey forced out. She didn’t stop pumping into Mel’s pussy, but she did corral her thoughts back. “We might not have much time. You need me to come help?”

“There’s nothing I can do alone,” Mel said. Begging goo-eyes met her own, and Zoey didn’t think she was pleading for help, but Zoey’s sticky load. This slime was a complete succubus. “I think you can bait her out, somehow. She’s interested in your aspect, because of its potency. That was my point. So if you come in person, we can do something. Though I’m not entirely sure what. I’ll plan. How long will it take?”

“At least a day,” Zoey said. “Maybe more? I’m not sure. Rosalie would know.” She’d been the one to find Mel’s shard naturally; Zoey had been transported there by Ephy. “Will you be fine?”

“I can survive a day or two,” Mel said. “But I might be on the fritz, by then. She’s messing with delicate systems. Ones I don’t fully understand.”

“I’ll come as fast as I can.”

“As thanks,” Mel gasped, “I’ll let you do that really gross thing you wanted, our first meeting.”

“Gross thing?”

“Having it inside my head is really weird,” Mel said, “but for you, I’ll make an exception.”

“I-I never asked for that.”

“You thought it,” Mel said. “And, gods, when it comes to this cock, I’ll let you put it anywhere.” Her body started to shake. “Fuck. I’m close. Cum with me? Fill me up.”

Zoey adjusted, getting into a kneeling position, lifting Mel’s lower half with her, so that Mel’s head was on the floor but her hips still met Zoey’s in the air. Zoey pumped desperately, watching her cock slide in and out of her translucent gelatin body. Mel felt so different from other girls. In an amazing way.

Zoey shuddered. “Here I come.” Her partner was already shaking in her grip, squeezing her tits as orgasm wracked her. Zoey moaned and slapped one last time into her, cock convulsing.

Hot white strands spurted into Mel’s stomach, filling up the green goo and floating there, suspended. The bizarre sight worked out Zoey’s load, and by the time she was done, a nearly comical amount of white strings mixed around Mel’s gooey interior.

“So amazing ...” Mel said, slumping down in exhaustion. “Can’t wait until you’re here in person. We’ll have so much fun.”

The dream fuzzed, and Zoey—even through her post-orgasm exhaustion—looked around, alarmed. She hadn’t know the dream would end when she came.

“Maybe you can share me with that cute blonde of yours,” Mel said. “I can’t believe she wanted to fight the boring way, the first time. Make sure you convince her.” She sighed contentedly. “Bye, now ... and make sure you hurry. If I die, it means I can’t have that amazing cock of yours again. I’ll be so upset.”

Zoey would have replied, but the dream darkened, then went black.