Lust from Space!

"Mom!"

Don put up a hand. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. Sara saw a bulge in his pants-a rather large bulge-and was confused. She had thought that younger people were more affected by the erotic energies. It must be all the nectar he just drank. Just the thought of sex must be driving him to the brink of sanity, she thought.

"I mean," Maggie said, approaching her husband. "I bet she'd climb on to his face," she said, grabbing Don's head with both hands, "and make him eat her little pussy until it was," she ground her crotch onto his leg, "dripping," she ground again, "fucking," she ground one last time, "wet." Maggie looked over Don's shoulder as she whispered loudly to him. "And then, no mater how big that boy's cock was, it'd slide right in." Sara saw her mother draw her fingertips along the length of the bulge in her father's pants.

Sara decided that this might be the right moment, and she approached, slowly. "It's true," she said, just behind her father. "And I'd have him fuck me from behind." Sara turned around and bent slightly at the waist, pressing her butt toward the bulge in her father's pants. She shivered slightly at the taboo. It hadn't seemed like such a big deal when she'd seduced her sister, but this felt like something else entirely. "Really fucking hard."

The instant her but touched Don's still-sheathed cock, he recoiled, suddenly aware of the situation. He tried rubbing the lust from his eyes as he might sleep, but when he brought his hands away from his face, the sight of his daughter's body, with all its smooth curves, began to remind him of his wife's, and soon enough his cock could scarcely tell the difference. "No!" he stammered. "I can't!" He would have fled back up the ladder to the freedom of the surface, but the entrance had been sealed somehow. So he ran the only direction his mind could comprehend: away. He had left his pack behind, and without it was able to cover ground much more quickly. When he felt that he had put enough distance between himself and his wife and daughter, he trotted to a walk and finally noticed his surroundings. It was a wonderland, truly. The glowing plant life cast ethereal shadows, which in combination with the corridors that meandered organically, eventually had him lost in the bowels of the ship. Still, he pressed forward, attempting to find something, anything familiar.

Left behind, Sara and her mother looked at each other, perplexed. "I really thought that was gonna work," Sara said.

"So did I," Maggie said, slipping her hand down and gently squeezing the girl's ass, and felt the girl press back slightly. She gave Sara's ass a quick smack. "Well," she said, stooping to gather her things, "let's go find your sister." Sara quietly cursed her mother for the tease, and then mother and daughter headed to the golden tree, where they had last seen Lucy.

Lucy shrieked, as the roots tightened around her ankles. This was not the careful binding that had been her introduction to sex. This was rough and tight. Lucy felt the roots start to drag her backward and instinctively reached for the door handle and just barely grabbed it. The roots continued to pull her feet backward, and Lucy gripped the handle as tightly as she could. A vine dropped from the trees and wound itself around her waist, adding to the pull. Lucy held fast, but knew that unless the trees let up, her strength would fail soon. Two more vines dropped down and wound themselves around her elbows. Soon, the humidity and the sweat on her hands made her grip start to give, and millimeter by millimeter, she felt her fingers slipping off the handle until she held on just by her fingertips.

When her fingertips finally slipped, she hurtled back through the foliage, suspended by the vines and roots. She tried grasping for branches and vines, but all were, of course, just out of her reach. Suddenly, she landed-rather was pulled down-roughly onto a patch of grass, where, once again, she found herself bound on her hands and knees. With no warning or ceremony, a vine dropped down onto her back and wound its way down the back of her shorts, she felt it slither slickly between her ass cheeks and down and around to her pussy until it emerged from the front of her shorts. It began to pull, and Lucy felt her shorts begin to slide down over her lithe hips. There was a rustling to her right, and she saw a thorny bush with glowing roses, very much like the ones that shielded the golden tree. One of its thin branches, studded with razor-sharp thorns reached her direction, and she jerked and tried to free herself. "No!" she cried, but a vine descended and wrapped around her throat in a choking rebuttal.

Lucy's mind swirled with terror as she felt the thorns creep up her leg, over the small of her back, down across her belly, and between her legs, replacing the vine. She could feel each and every thorn as they cut their way across her body. "Please!" she choked, tears rolling down her cheeks and own onto the vine that held her by the throat. "I'm sorry!" It could have been her words, or her tears soaking into the vine, but she suddenly felt the thorns change direction away from her tender pussy. Instead, they continued down the inside of her left thigh and through the leg of her shorts. The pain continued, but Lucy relaxed ever so slightly with the assurance that the thorns would not tear her pussy to shreds. From behind her, she heard a vicious ripping sound. The thorns cut their way down her right thigh, and again came the ripping sound. The vine that held its chokehold on her neck went slack, and she breathed deeply, feeling her head swim. She hung her head down and looked at her body. Bloody cuts and scratches crisscrossed her belly and legs, and her shorts had been shredded and thrown aside. In the warm, humid belly of the ship, Lucy's sweat mixed with her wounds, and she hissed in a breath.

Slowly, the thorny branch retreated, but in its wake came four more, each with a rose on the end. Lucy clenched her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, but no punishment came. She opened one eye and saw the roses tipping her direction. Slowly, from the petals, water that had collected in the flower dripped onto her wounded flesh. Like the nectar water earlier, each drop soothed and healed with a cool splash. More flowers leaned over her, showering her with healing water. Little streams of water rolled off her back one under to her belly, soothing the cuts there. But the shower did not stop. The obvious side effect of the healing water was a renewed lust. "Fuck," Lucy groaned. "What are you waiting for?" But the shower didn't stop. Soon her hair was soaked and she was completely drenched.

Lucy looked up, and saw what had become a low canopy of glowing, ruby petals, raining their captured water down on her. She closed her eyes and felt the drops hit her face and run down her chin. The vine that had pulled her shorts down returned and slithered up her leg. By now, the water that was trickling down the crack of Lucy's ass and down her tight slit was driving her mad. She panted heavily, and noticed that the water, when it trickled past her asshole, sent little shivers through her body. She remembered the conversation between with her mother and sister about being penetrated ... there ... and thought that maybe there was something to it. In this moment, all she really knew for certain was that she wanted-needed desperately-to be fucked. "I said I was sorry," she said. "I was just curious." The vine slithered further up her thigh, and curled around her hip. "Please," she begged, feeling the water dripping off her face. "I'll do anything. Just fuck me!"

The vine finally curled down and placed its blunt end against her pussy. Lucy shivered with anticipation, and when it pushed into her she sighed with pleasure, feeling it fill her up. This vine wasn't as thick as the ones that hung from the golden tree, but that was fine with her. The ones on the golden tree were almost too thick, and were a little painful. This one was almost the perfect fit, and as it slid into her inch by inch, ecstasy washed over her and she could no longer hold her head up. The vine began to pump in and out of her, and with her head drooped down, she watched it go in and out. As it increased its vigor, her body began to rock, and her small breasts began to jiggle and sway. It felt incredible, a magical warmth flooding her young body, and when she closed her eyes, she knew she was nearly one with the ship. In foggy visions, she could see everything the ship saw. She saw her mother and sister looking for her at the golden tree, and saw her father wandering the corridors, lost and confused. With a thought, she illuminated the way. Soon, she thought as she came for the first time. They'll be here soon.

Sara and Maggie searched the area around the golden tree, but only found Lucy's daypack. Sara tied calling for her, but no response came. Gradually, the glow of the plants in the room became more intense. "Are my eyes playing tricks on me, or did it just get brighter in here?" Maggie asked.

"That's no trick," Sara said, now able to take in more of the room's details. Next to Lucy's pack, she noticed footprints. "Hey, look!" she called. Mother and daughter tracked the prints with their eyes, and noticed that they were deep, accentuated on the balls of the feet. "She was running!" Sara said, worried, and started off after the trail.

"Hold on," Maggie said, catching up. "Look. No scattered dirt. If she was running from something, she would have kicked up a little dirt. I think she was running to something."

Sara slowed her pace. It made sense. Wherever Lucy was, she was probably safe.

Don gradually noticed that the plants in some corridors glowed brighter than in others, and instinctually, he chose the more well-lit paths. As he continued, he noticed that the air had gotten warmer and more humid. He had also begun to feel as if he had an itch he couldn't scratch. It felt like lust, but there was no one around to lust over. Flashes of his wife's pussy grinding against his thigh, and his daughter's tight butt rubbing against his cock tormented him every time he blinked. He wished to god he could tear the feelings from his mind, and more and more, he felt an anger rising inside him. At first, he was angry at himself for allowing his wife to be so overtly sexual in front of their daughter, then he was angry and confused. Why would his own daughter tempt him? Was this all in his head? He wondered how all this had come to pass until he realized that none of this would have happened if Lucy hadn't gotten lost. This was all her fault. If he found her, there would be hell to pay. But how had she gotten lost? Sara had had one responsibility: looking after her little sister, and she couldn't even accomplish that. Her ass was incredible, he knew, but he would whip it until it was raw.

As the air became warmer, Don realized that he was incredibly thirsty and cursed himself for losing his cool and leaving his pack behind. After a few more corridors, he saw an incredible sight. A tiered system of lily pads served as a makeshift fountain, catching water that dripped from the ceiling, pooling it, and distributing it to the surrounding plants. A miracle of evolution, he told himself as he caught some of the water in his hands. And a lifesaver. The instant he drank, he felt a refreshing cool wash over him, and the pain he'd had from his injury instantly disappeared. As he continued to drink, he began to feel that unscratchable itch become a burning. What?! he thought, as flashes of his daughters and wife burned their way out from his subconscious. He remembered the feel of his hand running down Sara's back at the campsite. He remembered the giddy joy of Maggie clapping her hand over his mouth as she rode his cock in their tent that first night. They had tried to be so quiet. He thought of Lucy and how she looked like a younger version of Maggie. And he thought of the firmness of Sara's breasts as they had pressed against his chest, and of the shape of her ass and the jolt that had arced through him when it made contact with his cock through his pants. After a moment, he realized that he was rock hard. He shook his head, but the feelings did not clear away this time. He had to move.

He followed the path again until a sound came from the room ahead. It sounded like whimpering, but was eerily familiar. He quickened his pace. As he got closer, he knew it was a voice. It was Lucy! Perhaps she was hurt. He doubled his pace again. If she wasn't hurt, well, he didn't know what he'd do. He crashed through the foliage and when he emerged in a small clearing, his heart skipped a beat.

In front of him was his youngest daughter, completely naked and restrained by roots and vines. A vine appeared to be savagely penetrating her. He started forward, thinking that she was in trouble, but as he approached, he heard the whimpering for was it really was. She was getting off on this! And how! Her back arched and she mewled in pleasure as the plants fucked her silly. He watched the vine pump in and out of her, and noticed how tight her little pussy looked.

He continued forward, and when he stood close enough to smell her young sex, the vine retreated from her hungry pussy. Lucy looked back and saw her father standing behind her, looking at her strangely, angrily even. "Daddy!" she yelped. She tried to free herself, but the roots still held her firmly on her hands and knees.

Don said nothing, but approached slowly. He watched Lucy wriggle and felt his cock start to swell, but still he was incredibly angry. "You selfish little bitch," he hissed.

"W-what?!" Lucy was still riding high on a wave of lust, but her father's words cut through it like a dagger.

"Don't 'what' me," he said, and slipped his belt off. "You made us come all this way, just so you could fill your little cunt." It had registered with him that the plants had been fucking her and not the other way around, but he was certain she'd had a say in it. Her face, however, was a scramble of passion, fear and confusion. "And now we're stuck down here."

"What?" she said, confused. Stuck? But her thought was interrupted by a loud crack, followed by pain arcing across her bare ass. "Aaaiieee!!" she screamed.

"No more of that!" Don barked. His anger surprised even him, but he couldn't let it go. He looked at the girl's lily-white ass, now decorated with a red stripe, looked at the belt in his hand, and then licked his lips.

"What?" she asked, panic beginning to take over. Another crack, and another streak marked her ass. Lucy gritted her teeth and grunted.

"You're answering questions, not asking them," her father said. "Understand?"

"Wh-" she stopped, interrupted by a third lashing. The pain made her still-bound body contort. "Yes!! Yes!!"

"Good," Don said. "Let's start simple. What is this place?"

"A flying saucer," Lucy said. The pain this time was a surprise, and she shrieked, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Smart ass!" Don growled.

"It's the truth!" Lucy sobbed. "I swear. It's a spaceship!"

Don wound up for another lashing, but then looked around. What else could possibly explain the alien glowing plants and the crazy emotions? And he'd never heard of plants that could fuck people. "Then why is it underground?" he asked.

"It crashed," Lucy sniffled. "I think."

"You think?" Don said. The belt wasn't going to get him the truth. He threw it down, dropped to his knees, and smacked his daughter's ass hard, leaving a handprint.

"Oww!!" Lucy cried. "Owwwwww!!"

Don bent and whispered in her ear, "You can do better than that."

"I fell asleep!" she blurted. "I saw things. It's kind of alive."

"Kind of?" he asked, raising his hand again.

"No! Don't!" she pleaded. "It's old. Really old. Ancient. I tried to figure out what it wants, but all I know is it wants us."

"Us?"

"Me, you, mom, Sara," she said. "Maybe more. I woke up before I could find out any more."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I think it needs us to power the ship," she said. Her father started a swing. "Wait!" she pleaded.

Don's hand stopped just before it struck her tender ass, and he could feel the warmth coming off of her. "You have something to add?"

"Yes! I think it feeds off sex," she said. "I know it sounds crazy, but the plants have been glowing brighter. Look-oh, wait. You got here after."

"So," he said. "What you're telling me is that you're down here powering a spaceship with your pussy?"

"I guess," she said. She waited for the slap to come, and bit her lip. Instead, she felt her father's hand rest gently on her sore butt.

Don patted his daughter's butt playfully and then felt its tight smoothness. His anger still simmered underneath, but he began to realize that the itch he was feeling might not be so unscratchable. "So my little girl isn't a virgin anymore," he said.

"No," she said, trying to hold back how good his caressing felt. "Sorry."

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself," Don said, caressing his daughter's butt and letting his hand wander to the inside of her thigh. She inhaled sharply. "Did you like it?"

"Yes," she said. Nervous excitement wracked her body.

Don noticed that his little blonde daughter was shaking. He slid his hand up her thigh and felt it come to rest on her smooth little snatch. His cock, already hard, felt like it was going to burst. The taboo made his brain reel, but he couldn't help himself. He slid his middle finger across her clit and up her slit, which was so wet that his finger slipped in effortlessly.

"Ahh!" she sighed in pleasure.

"You like that?" he asked, pulling his finger out and finding her clit.

"Oh, daddy," she mewled softly. "Put it back in."

Don was surprised at the wanton depravity. His own daughter was begging him to finger her wet little pussy, and once again he surprised himself by obliging. Fuck she's tight, he thought, as his middle finger slipped into her again, knuckle by knuckle, until it had completely disappeared. Lucy moaned softly. He pulled his finger back and then slid it again, feeling how slick and wet she was. Lucy pressed against his finger, and gradually, he began to fuck her with his finger. He could hear her panting. "Did you come when the plant was fucking you?" he wondered aloud.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "Mmhmm."

"Do you want to come again?" he asked.

"Yessss," she said pressing her pussy against her father's finger.

"Well you're going to have to wait," he said, pulling his finger from her hot snatch.

"Daddy!" she whined. "Please! I want it!"

"Sorry," he said, standing. Practically on autopilot, he slipped his clothes off. Lucy looked back to see what was going on and saw her father circling around to her front. His cock was hard, and it was bigger than she'd imagined. He kneeled in front of her, the head of his cock bobbing just in front of her mouth. "But first, you're going to have to do something for me."

"Oh, god," she said. "Daddy?"

"You want to come, don't you?" he prompted, lifting his cock up with a finger. "Just start licking. You'll get the hang of it."

Lucy stuck out her tongue and when it touched the base of his cock, she tasted its slight saltiness. Not too bad, though. She let her tongue glide up his shaft until it reached the head and slipped off. Don felt his daughter's tongue lick up his shaft and he had to resist the urge to cram the whole thing in the youngster's mouth. When her tongue slipped off, he really wished she had her hands free. He reach down and felt the roots that bound her wrists to the ground. They seemed solid enough, but after a moment, they unwound from her like snakes and retreated back into the soil. Not needing any instruction, Lucy reached up with a hand and held his cock steady while she began to lick it in earnest. Soon, she found his favorite spots and paid them extra attention. As she kissed and licked his cock, she found that the spot just under the head made him moan, and she fluttered he tongue there as if she were flicking her sister's clit. Immediately, she felt hands in her hair, and surrendering, she felt his cock enter her mouth.