Betty and The Uninvited Guests Ch. 01

Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit.

As Betty Gregg finished washing her dishes after a solitary but rather pleasant dinner, she heard a gurgle and turned to find herself confronting a giant, slimy slug. Her first thought was, "Oh no! A giant slimy slug!" Her second thought was, "Oh God! Another alien!" And her final thought was "Oh damn! It's making a mess on my floor and I just cleaned it!"

After the events of the previous year, Betty never thought she would encounter another alien monster. Now here was one, looking like a giant maggot, dripping slime and festooned with tentacles, and by all accounts, Betty should be running, shrieking and screaming into the night. Instead, the beautiful milf walked to the kitchen table, planted her bubble ass on the edge, leaned back and spread her legs . . . which personally shocked Betty since she really, really would much rather be running, shrieking and screaming into the night. It was as if her body was no longer under her control. It helped the appreciative alien quite immensely that Betty was completely nude as well.

The past year was a time of great change for Betty. She could describe herself, in previous years, as a sensual person. She'd dated, worn revealing outfits and bikinis, and played the field but always kept her libido under control. Then came the alien spider, who held her captive, fucked her silly, forced her to bear its offspring, and hopped away into the dark like a one night stand. Since that night her inhibitions just seemed to vanish.

It started gradually over the first few weeks, and then accelerated to her increasing alarm. First there was the nudity. She'd slept nude, sure, but at least she wore clothing around the house. Over the weeks and following months she started wearing less and less clothing until dispensing with it altogether. The nudity was accompanied by increasing displays of exhibitionism; thong underwear with shorter and shorter skirts, sheer dresses with nothing underneath, frequent skinny dips and nude beaching . . . and sex, lots and lots of sex, with anyone and anything. Her pussy was wide open to anyone with a cock, tongue, clit, or appendage that could dive into it. After her third month of orgies, Betty stopped counting her partners.

Betty was perplexed, not merely by her erased inhibitions but by her feelings, often at odds with her actions. She enjoyed sex, certainly, but she didn't crave it either. It wasn't as if her encounters weren't fun, at least in most cases, but she sought partners normally by choice rather than compulsion. She reveled in her unmarried status, viewing her dates as fun ways to scout prospects for long term companionship. Betty was determined not to make the same mistake as she had with her ex-husband. "And if I don't find one," she thought at the time, "I can still have fun. It's not like husbands are too much of a priority."

Over the past year, though, it seemed, increasingly, her body wasn't her own; performing actions and reactive acts frequently in complete contrast to her feelings. Take this creature before her: it looked like a giant nine foot tall maggot, all pale and rippling; black lumps, round and featureless studded its presumed head; undulating white tentacles waved up and down its length. It had a basic simplicity about it, Betty noted. It didn't make it any less frightening. Her feelings of terror however, were in direct conflict with her body. "Oh my God! I'm wet!"

The horrified milf watched the creature slither closer. Her mind screamed, "No! No! No! Get back!" Her slightly sweaty body, though, flushed with anticipation and lust. She angled back against the table, legs spread with her wet pussy wide and open.

"Help! Oh God! Help! What's happening to me?!" Betty's mind screamed. She tried desperately to regain control but barely managed a squirm. Something was manipulating her, like a puppet, and Betty instinctively traced it back to that year ago encounter with the alien spider. "What did that thing do?" She might have wept in terror as the "maggot" mounted her but even that reaction was blocked by the strange manipulation.

The creature was warm, wet, soft, and squishy. In seconds, Betty's body was coated in a clear sheen of thick slime. Its tentacles slithered everywhere over her curvy body. They glided down her back, following the curvature of her spine. Her legs and arms were entwined and the creature forced her body against it. Her melon breasts mashed and her belly and groin ground against its rippling flesh.

The creature wrapped her arms and legs around its girth and lifted her off the table. Betty almost giggled at the irony; it seemed a parody of all the strong men she'd wrapped her body around while they fucked her standing up.

Tentacles slithered to Betty's ass and pussy and spread them both. Seconds later, thick, juicy maggot schlongs invaded her front and back passages, bringing forth a grunt from the slime covered milf. The penetration of her flower was fairly easy as she was well-lubricated at that point. "Oh . . . fuck!" she thought. "I'm about to cum already! My body is out of control!"

The creature began an almost mechanical sex action, plumbing Betty's holes in alternating penetrations and withdrawals. Its cocks delved deep; to the cervix in one, and the rectum in the other. A cycle of pleasure and pain coursed through Betty's body. Her facial expression was stoic, with mouth slightly open. A series of rhythmic breaths, "Ugh . . . ugh . . . ugh," grunted from her mouth, matching the creature's thrusts. The pattern of sex caused a flashback to her encounter with the spider. "It's different," she noted.

The rhythm felt different; instead of "Ugh! Gasp! Mmmm," her response was simple, basic. "The spider was more gentle," Betty thought. "Omigod! I'm actually comparing a spider to a maggot?!"

The creature loosened the tentacles holding her arms to it, allowing Betty to move back slightly. She found there was a reason though. The alien drew back and opened its mouth. "Oh no!" she thought. "Am I about to be eaten?!"

Its mouth was cavernous and toothless, studded with reddish-pink suckers, and dripping with clear slime. It was wide enough to cover both of Betty's melon-sized breasts, and deep enough to give them a proper vacuum pump. Betty's "Gasp!" when it promptly did so, was more from surprise than involuntary. Her response within her captive body was a disgusted, "Eeewww!"

The creature smacked and slurped her melons. Betty was reminded of a baby on a pacifier. She didn't understand why the creature was so interested in her breasts. Humans, including her ex-husband, had given them attention, with varying results, but this was an alien. Its motives should be different. "But then again," she thought, "This thing is fucking my ass and pussy. It's doing a good job too, I have to admit. It's a little too human. Good grief! Does this mean there's something universal to fucking? What would the scientists say? If I see them."

Betty's ruminations on the implications of human/alien sex were slowly consumed by building lust. Whatever her concerns over her lack of control, she couldn't ignore the overlapping orgasms' effects on her mind. Her grunts became peppered with gasps and small exclamations, "Ugh! . . . Oh! . . . Ughn! . . . Oh!" Her breasts were swirled, manipulated, sucked, slimed, smacked and slurped. Her nethers were porked, plumbed, penetrated, and pumped, and then the maggot did what maggots do; it rippled.

The creature's body undulated with a series of waves. Each wave provided thrust to the cocks pumping Betty's body. "Ugh! . . . Uck! . . . Ugh! . . . Uck!" she grunted, with a subtle raise in noise level. Her body responded with counter waves, matching the alien ripple for ripple. Betty could not tell if the response came from her or her mysterious puppeteer. She could not help but feel the pleasure of tentacles all over her body, spreading warm slime as they slithered. A new shudder quaked through her body as she came. The cum blasting out her pussy provided another shock; it was more than she'd ever squirted from orgasms past. "Holy . . .! Did that come from me?!" she wondered. Even the alien spider hadn't drawn that much out of her. The alien continued to pump and Betty squirted until both her legs, and the maggot's cock, were soaked in cum.

The fuck session went on for hours. No other noise was present in the house, except for the soft, wet slurps of the creature, and Betty's rhythmic grunts, which took on a singsong quality, "Oh! . . . Ugh! . . . Uck! . . . Gasp! . . . Oh! . . . Ugh! . . . Uck! . . . Gasp!"

A considerable time passed before Betty noted an incongruity. She was cumming constantly, the longest orgasmic experience she had since last year, but the alien hadn't climaxed at all. The milf was soaked, head to toe, with slime and cum, but the latter was all from her. "God! When is it going to blow? Maybe it already has. How can I tell?"

Still, she had to admire its stamina. It was hours into the sex with no let-up. "My ex could barely last fifteen minutes, and the most one date lasted was an hour. This is a fucking marathon; come to think it, how have I lasted this long? I'm tired but not where I should be. Is this another 'gift' from the spider?"

Betty endured another hour of ripples, sucks, and fucks before exhaustion began to overtake her body. "Ohhh!" she moaned. "Please don't make this an all nighter like last time." She didn't have to worry for too long.

The fucking shifted from the kitchen table to the floor. Betty was too distracted by orgasms to notice. The creature's tentacles had released her arms and legs but they stayed wrapped around the alien's body like any other lover. When Betty finally noticed she was briefly shocked. "What am I doing?!" she asked, but made no attempt to untangle. "Is it me? Or is it . . . the other?" she questioned.

Betty and the alien fucked on the kitchen floor, surrounded by a widening pool of slime and cum. Her body was thoroughly slimed, soaked, slick, and supine; forming a strange tunnel with her arms and legs, through which the alien's wet body drove back and forth. Her own body slipped and slid across the slime-soaked floor. Betty had never experienced a fuck this wet.

The creature's sexual instincts were obviously attuned to humans. It drilled her ass and pussy with surprising expertise. Betty's thoughts blended into a lust-filled blur. Her rhythmic grunts punctuated with an occasional "Cough!" as salty mucus began to enter her mouth.

All fucks, good or bad, must come to an end eventually, even for alien tentacle worms and their victims. When it did, it took a few moments for Betty to notice. Her body was still convulsing in orgasm, as if a fuck machine had activated and refused to switch off. The twitching subsided only gradually and she became aware the alien's ripples had stopped. Her pussy, however, still squirted.

She lay for a moment, taking stock. Her arms and legs were still wrapped around it. Her breasts were in its mouth. Most of its body covered her own, and it was still inside her. Betty stared at it for awhile. "Okaaay, now what?" She was starting to feel ridiculous. "If anybody saw me like this . . ." She didn't worry overmuch about human intruders as she rarely entertained visitors. Her lack of control had forced her to make some changes.

The last few months in her old home were bad; so bad, in fact, she was jumping the bones of just about anyone who came to the door, dick or pussy. Needless to say, she acquired a reputation. The frat boys were the last straw.

They showed up at the door uninvited, automatically expecting sex from the hot milf who'd banged one of their number at a beach party. The force of will it took to get her shotgun rather than spread her legs was near heroic. It also took her last ounce of resistance. "It's time to go, boys," she said to the frats, and to herself.

Her dilemma was she couldn't go to a doctor or psychiatrist. "I can't very well say, 'Hi Doc! I was fucked by an alien spider last year, forced to bear its offspring, and now I fuck anything that moves!' Time for the loony bin." In hindsight she thought maybe she should have gone anyway, and damn the consequences. At the time though, her thinking was, "Isolation; I need a place without temptation, distraction, sex, anything, and I think I know where to find it."

Several months prior to the frat-boy incident, an aunt she barely knew conveniently passed away, leaving Betty some property on Kauai. Betty wasn't interested at the time but now, an isolated house in Hawaii seemed very useful.

The trip was a herculean feat. Rather than try to endure a nine hour flight from Michigan to the islands, where the temptation to join the mile-high club would be overwhelming, Betty opted for trains, boats, and automobiles. It made the trip longer but it also meant greater privacy.

Betty settled into her new life in Hawaii, but she found that while living in a rural Kauai farm house helped a little, it didn't cure all. The only difference between her old and new life were carrots, cucumbers, and sausages instead of cock. Another bonus was her isolation left little need to wear clothes around the property; and if some hiker should accidentally get a glimpse or she had another "accident" with the occasional delivery boy, well, she still needed some thrills. The compulsion did not go away. Now she was on her back, underneath an alien monster, soaked in slime, and impaled on cock. "Right, I feel ridiculous . . . sort of. I can't stay like this."

The milf carefully removed her arms and legs from around the alien. Her limbs came away with a soft "sssthhhk!" The sound reminded her of glued paper coming off a wet surface.

Threads of thick mucus streamed between her arms and the alien's skin. Betty was too exhausted to feel any sense of disgust. Her arms fell to the floor with a soft, wet "splat!" Once again, she assessed her predicament. The alien was still between her legs. Its cocks were buried deep inside her. She felt one cock up to her cervix at least. The other in her ass was so deep it felt near her colon. Betty couldn't help but compare the alien to a human. "Men, at least, have the courtesy to pull out before they fall asleep," she thought, "So, how am I going to get out of this?"

Betty realized she had another problem: what to do once she extricated herself. If she called the authorities, hopefully before the creature left, her stories of alien spiders and giant slimeworms would be validated. "But then again, they could put me in some weird hole along with the alien. No telling what the government would do."

The mucus pool surrounding the paramours proved problematic, however. It was very slick and Betty's position made traction almost impossible. She flailed for a few minutes before laying back to consider her next move. "Right, so that doesn't seem to work, so what do . . . uh oh! He's waking up!"

The alien stirred and removed its mouth from her breasts. It peeled itself from her body like a sticker, leaving streams of goo dangling between its underbelly and her torso. The milf was given a view of the creature's cocks through the clearing slime. She'd not had an opportunity to examine them earlier. "Well, those are big!" she admired. "Thick and veiny big. I'm getting fucked by an alien worm with pornstar cocks."

The creature pulled out; the cocks made loud "Sssccchhhhlllluuurrrrps!" as they passed over the sensitive pleasure points of her pussy and ass. Betty's groin quivered and her belly twitched. The pussy schlong slid over her hypersensitive clit with electrifying sloth. "Oh no!" gasped the milf. Another orgasm set her off; cum and slime splashed out of her cave and followed the alien cock's exit.

Betty's pussy felt as if a coil of rope were unspooling from her womb. She watched the shiny, wet, flesh slide out. Its pale, white color, ivied with red veins, complimented the gleaming pink circle of her vulva surrounding it. The milf hissed and grunted through gritted teeth, watching her belly and groin pump away. Each spasm corresponded with pearly cum splashing from her flower, into the honey-thick goo coating her nethers.

"Ih! . . . Ih! . . . Ih! . . . Ugh! . . . It's . . . that . . . spider . . . a . . . gain!" she hissed. Something had made her clit so hypersensitive that the very act of pulling out was as orgasmic as the main fuck itself. "I . . . was . . . never . . . this . . . sen . . . si . . . tive before!"

The alien's cocks reeled into its body like a hose. The gasping, slime-covered milf lay twitching and squirting. Strings of slime trailed between the alien and her body. Once the creature was fully withdrawn it moved from between her legs and slithered away. It made a strange noise as it left. "Holy fuck! Is that thing . . . humming?" Betty asked, slightly indignant. Her impression was of the awkward aftermath of a marathon fuck by a fat, greasy, sweaty man, "Only with big cocks and slime."

Betty watched the alien slither out the kitchen door. It disappeared. There was no flash of light, no strange humming noise like a UFO, no transporter, no TARDIS. It was there and then it wasn't. Betty didn't care; it didn't matter its origin. It happened. Her question was why, not why she was fucked but why her body reacted that way.

"I'm still cumming," she said. "It's like a switch I can't turn off."

She'd read stories of women with similar conditions, but this felt different. "Well, I can't figure out this problem, not laying like this." she thought.

Betty used the table to help her stand, taking care as the floor was slippery. She stood against the edge until her orgasms subsided. She waited until they'd ebbed to a mild vibration before taking a look at her kitchen. She didn't like the sight. "Oh fuck, my kitchen looks like a scene from Ghostbusters."

The kitchen table was slathered in slime. The floor was slick with mucus. Slime covered her body head to toe, dripping down, cooling on her skin and puddling at her feet. She slipped and went to one knee with a gasp, before managing to stand up again. "This stuff has to come off," she said. "I can think when I'm clean. Damn! What am I going to do with the kitchen?"

Betty carefully padded out of the kitchen, knowing a slip could break a bone or worse. She crept down the hallway towards the living room, pausing to check herself in a mirror on the wall. "I look . . . strange," she thought, "And kind of hot, actually. Good grief! I can't believe I actually thought that!"

Her skin glowed with a post-orgasmic flush. The nipples on her breasts were reddish-brown cones. Her eyes burned with a heat she'd never noticed before. The muscles on her body were tense, quivering with lust even though the incident had passed. Her pussy was wet, her clit and vulva swollen and pink. Over the past year, Betty affected a gamine-styled bob cut, now slick with mucus. Her entire body was slick, dripping long honey-thick beads to the carpet. The mucus lent her skin a liquid porcelain shine, with all her curves and muscles defined.

She felt herself on the edge, just before cumming, as if her body refused to let go of the orgasmic experience. She was ready for more and it disturbed her. "Fuck! I'm still horny! That . . . thing fucked me for hours! I should be exhausted, but I want more!" Or more specifically, she realized, her body wanted more, her mind wasn't so sure. "I really need a shower."

The hot shower helped. The mucus, while viscous, proved easy to clean with soap. The water massage managed to calm her muscles, but the lingering arousal and swollen pussy tempted the milf towards masturbation. "I can't excite my body further, not until I figure this out."