Lust from Space!

A few more sprouts found their way to her breasts, wound themselves around her aching nipples, and began to pulse rhythmically. Bolts of pleasure shot into her chest and she gasped and relaxed against the tree trunk. More of these fuzzy tendrils found their way down to her belly, causing her to giggle slightly between heavy, pleasurable breaths. And the last group of them traveled down to her V, spread across her thighs and around to her shapely young butt.

For a few minutes, the tendrils teased her like this, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the attention. Suddenly she felt the tree trunk rubbing against her face. Was it getting taller? No. She was getting shorter. No, still. The roots around her ankles were spreading her legs. When they were open and Sara could feel the cool, humid air on her moist pussy lips, the tendrils around her V snaked around to her inner thighs, teasing her there until she was panting. Suddenly, but not unexpectedly, she felt a vine-a real one like the ones that bound her hands-drape down across her back, warm and slippery. It lowered itself down below her butt and then looped back up until the blunt tip of it was at her bellybutton, and then wound itself around her waist.

The vine took up slack and the curve of it settled between Sara's now burning pussy lips. She wiggled her pussy against the vine and it slid smoothly against her clit. A warm blanket of pleasure enveloped her. This, she told herself. This is exactly what she needed. She ground harder against the thick vine, her moans becoming louder and louder until fireworks went off behind her eyes and she came, shuddering.

The vine between her legs loosened as it unwound from her waist. Sara, red faced and breathing heavily in ecstasy, smiled to herself as she remained bound to the tree. Well, she thought. She hadn't lost her virginity, but this was had certainly been the next best thing. As she gathered herself and tried to pull away from the tree, the vines holding her wrists remained firm. She struggled slightly, but stopped and gasped when she found out why she hadn't been released.

Sara felt the blunt end of the vine pressing against the opening to her exposed pussy, and for a second tried to wriggle out of the way. Apparently feeling this, the vine pressed a little harder. Even with its girth, the vine was so slick that it slipped right into her, the tip nestling right up against her hymen. "Ah!" Sara yelped. But the vine didn't move back. Instead, it paused a moment and then pushed forward, breaking her hymen and filling her up. "Owww!" she hollered. The little tendrils around her breasts and thighs throbbed, bringing her pleasure back, and the vine buried in her pussy paused, allowing her to get used to the feeling. After she let out a moan of pleasure, the vine inside her began to pump in and out, slowly. At first, the pain remained, but after a minute, it transformed into pleasure.

Sara could feel the length of the vine inside her, its warmth and the tight, slickness of her young pussy combining to form wave after wave of ecstasy. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, hoping the tree could hear her. "Oh, fuck! It's so good!"

The vine's pumping sped up, and Sara's eyes rolled back in her head as she became lost in the moment. The length of the vine rubbed heavily against her clit as it pounded in and out of her. Soon, the stimulation on her breasts, behind her ears, and between her legs made her explode into an orgasm that she had never thought possible. She screamed, this time in uncontrollable lust, and came.

After a few moments, the vine slid out of her pussy and began slowly winding its way back into the tree. She found her hands and feet free, and collapsed into a panting heap against the trunk. As she regained her senses, she noticed something odd. Veins behind the bark of the tree had begun to glow, ever so dimly, like seams of gold. She wondered if she had been the cause. A grin crept across her face; there was only one way to find out. Unfortunately, she would have to find out another time. She reached for her pack and pulled out her pocket watch. Only one hour left before dawn.

Gathering her clothes, she regarded the tree and all the surrounding plants as she got dressed. She noticed that some plants were dimmer than others, and wondered if all of them required the same "treatment," if that was even what she had done for the tree. If so, she thought mischievously, she would need a good night's sleep tonight.

Day 2

The trip back was uneventful, except that, for the hike back through the forest, she found walking to be a little awkward. Now that most of the pleasure had worn off, the pain of her broken hymen was returning, as well, with a slight throb, but she knew it wouldn't last. Coming back into the camp would be interesting, too, because she was sure she smelled like sex, even if it was her own sex.

Luckily, the rest of the day went more or less without incident. Lucy and her father, Don, had an argument about how to cook bacon, and her mother had woken up looking as if she had the pox. In the first instance, Lucy not only managed to convince her father that her way of cooking bacon was the best way, but that his way, the old army way, was wrong because the army obviously wanted recruits to suffer in order to make them stronger. He admitted that maybe she had a point there, and agreed to let Lucy cook for the rest of the trip. Sara just shook her head and crunched down on an admittedly tasty piece of bacon. As for their mother, Maggie, a few mosquitoes had got trapped in the tent last night, and had gone to town on her. It was well known that mosquitoes never bit Don. It was also well known to Sara, but not to Lucy, what hickeys looked like. Maggie shot Sara a glance, but Sara stared off blankly, feigning ignorance.

"You seem different today," her father said to her later in the day as she woke from a long nap in the hammock she'd brought.

"Different how?" she asked, yawning.

"I don't know," he cocked his head to the side. "Glowing."

Oh shit! She looked at herself. Had there been some sort of side effect of being fucked silly by a tree? As far as she knew, it hadn't come in her, if that was even possible. "Glowing?"

"Yeah, you know: radiant."

"Oh, yeah. Radiant. Right. I guess I just got a good night's sleep last night. The mountain air must be helping after all." Sara desperately hoped he would write her blathering off as a side effect of just having woken from a nap.

"I'm glad," he said, with a little bit of hope in his voice.

"Daddy," Sara said, "I'm sorry I was angry yesterday. I just had a lot of expectations about staying back home, you know?"

"You mean you were hoping to have sex with the Forrester boy?" Don could be hopelessly forward sometimes. Sara's stomach dropped an inch and a half.

"I guess?" she said, not looking at him. Lying to him rarely ever worked, and she hoped he'd just drop it with a simple truth.

"Oh, honey," he said, hugging her. She was instantly glad she'd taken a dip in the lake to clean off after breakfast. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Daddy!" she stuck out her tongue in an 'ick' face. "That's weird!"

But his face got serious. "Honey," he said with a slight sigh. "I know I can be blunt, and I know that talking to your parents about this kind of thing can be ... awkward. But I think we both know that you take as much after me as your sister takes after your mother."

"Uh huh," she said, wondering where this was going.

"I raised you like I would have raised any child, and your mother did the same with your sister," he said. "You've still turned out to be a lovely, smart young woman." He paused. "And very beautiful," he added. "But you've got a lot of me in you. Er..." he rolled his eyes "... you know what I mean."

She did. "I do."

"So, what I'm saying is, that-"

She cut him off. "Similar minds think alike?"

"Yeah."

"So you knew we were going to do it all along," she asked, "and still brought me out here?"

"The way I figure it," he said, shrugging, "is that if he's worth it, he'll still want you when you come back, even after disappointing him."

"You're beginning to sound like Lucy," Sara said with a grin. "Or mom."

He laughed big roaring laughs from his belly. It wasn't a thing Sara saw often. Even Lucy and Maggie, across the camp, paused what they were doing and glanced over. "Ha! No, that's just some old fashioned fatherly advice," he said. " But look, about your sister: I know, with you, you've simply become immune to her. I've always been good at following. I was a good soldier, but I never really led anyone in the army. Never had the desire. And look at your mother." They looked, watching the woman play checkers with her younger daughter on a tree stump, teasing and trash talking the entire time. "She's a force of nature."

Sara nodded in concession. "She totally is."

Don cleared his throat. "Not that she bosses me around or anything."

"Of course not," she smirked.

"And I know you two haven't exactly been the closest mother and daughter," he said, becoming slightly serious again. "But she loves you, too, at least as much as I do."

"I know, daddy."

"Good," he said. "Good."

"Daddy?" Sara asked.

"Yeah?"

"What was the point?"

He clicked his fingers. "Right. Of course. Um, it was that you can tell me anything."

"OK," she said.

"Right," he said. "So I guess I'll go see what we've got to make for dinner."

"I thought Lucy was cooking," Sara said as he walked away.

"We'll see!" he called back, grinning.

That night, Don cooked an exquisite dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, fresh from the can. As they ate, he explained in great detail where he had obtained the white bread, cheddar cheese, and tomato soup. The hunt had been excruciating, taking all of ten minutes, in which time hardships had befallen the hunting party (Maggie got a paper cut on a coupon) and sacrifices were made to the gods to keep the weather at bay (Don had eaten a grape without paying for it). Lucy just rolled her eyes and sighed. Definitely not her father's daughter.

But all through dinner and into the night, Sara kept catching Lucy staring at her. Lucy wasn't one to fixate on something so obviously for so long, and it began to make Sara uncomfortable. Did she know something about what had happened to her? Just thinking about it again made her horny, and she fidgeted. After what seemed like hours of her sitting at the campfire, trying desperately not to think about sex, her parents announced that they were calling it a night.

In the tent with Lucy, Sara unpacked her daypack, and then re-packed it to make sure she had everything she would need during her next visit. She also laid out her clothes for the next day, picking items that would be easier to remove in a hurry, and conveniently leaving out panties.

Lucy yawned and declared that she was going to hit the hay, pulling her shirt over her head to replace it with the shirt she slept in. Sara glanced her sister's small but shapely breasts and felt her loins tingle again. Damn it, she thought. Not this again. Trees yes, sister no, she told herself silently. Hell, she wasn't even into girls. Except for the one she made out with on a dare one night during her freshman year of high school. That had actually been pretty nice. And then there was that time at home when... No! Stop! Her mind cartwheeled as her desire flared up again. She lay down facing away from her sister and buried as much of her head in her pillow as she could. Thankfully, the day's events had taken it out of her, and she quickly fell asleep.

Some time later, Sara awoke to Lucy shaking her gently. "Hey," her sister whispered. "Sara."

"I'm awake," she groaned. "I'm awake. What is it?"

"Shhhh," the younger girl hushed. "Where'd you go last night?"

"I didn't go anywhere last night," Sara said, evading.

"Liar." Lucy paused. "Fine. Where'd you go early this morning?"

"I went to see if I was crazy or if there really was something out in the woods that stops time," Sara said, hoping a little truth would satisfy.

"Ohhh," whispered Lucy sarcastically. "And it took you four hours why? Sara," she mocked, "were you just out there staring at the sun? It's bad for your eyes, you know."

"Look," Sara said, becoming irritated.

"Shh!" Lucy hushed her again.

"Look," Sara whispered. "I just took a walk, OK? I was supposed to go on a date ... tonight, actually. Anyway, I was just frustrated and needed to take my mind off of things."

"You needed to find a place to jerk off, you mean," Lucy said. Sara was taken aback and Lucy must have sensed it. "I may be young, but I'm not an ignorant little baby," the girl said, sounding genuinely hurt by the idea that Sara looked down on her.

Sara, sensing a mind game, avoided apologizing. "Girls don't 'jerk off,' stupid," she said, smirking.

"Well, I do," Lucy spat in a hoarse whisper.

Sara was suddenly convinced that Lucy was being genuine. There was no way she would have admitted that to Sara otherwise.

"No," Sara said. "That's not what we call it. Boys 'jerk off.'" Sara made little air quotes with her fingers.

"Well, Annie and Molly call it that," Lucy said.

"Annie and Molly wouldn't know a pussy from a hole in the ground," Sara said. This time, it was Lucy's turn to be taken aback. Thinking about sex, and now talking about it had loosened Sara's mouth. Wow, she thought. Just like dear ol' dad: no filter.

"And what about me?"

"What about you?"

"Do I know a pussy from a hole in the ground?" Lucy said, mockingly, but this time out of hurt feelings. Sara began to feel bad for her. Why would she have expected her little sister to know so much about sex? It wasn't like they'd ever have talked about it before, always being somewhat at odds. Still, Sara wasn't about to get trapped in apologies with her sister.

"I honestly don't know," Sara admitted.

"I put a finger in. Once," Lucy said, awkwardly. There was a long silence.

"Then you're doing fine," Sara said. Part of her screamed not to, but she reached out and stroked her sister's hair. It was so fine and smooth. Sara reached out and hugged Lucy to her. "I'm sorry if I made you feel stupid." Oops!

"So is that what you were doing out there, just all by yourself?" Lucy asked, her head pressed against Sara's shoulder.

"Eh, I don't think we should talk about it, OK?" Sara said, trying to back out.

"I thought you were sorry!" Lucy whispered.

"So what if I am?"

"So tell me about it!"

"No way! Why would you want to know, anyway?"

"Because I want to know how to do it right!"

Sara couldn't tell if that was the truth, but even in the haze of her horny mind, she decided it was better to leave it be. "No one told me how," Sara said. "Practice enough and you'll get it. Trust me."

Lucy crossed her arms in defiance, pulling away from Sara. "If you don't tell me what you did out there for four hours, I'll tell daddy you went out. I'll wake him up and tell him right now about how you were about to go out tonight, too."

Sara felt like slapping her sister silly. They both knew they couldn't lie to their father. The best thing Sara could hope for was his complete ignorance of the events in the underground structure. If he asked ... well, she would have to make sure it never came to that. Anger combined with horniness had never been a good mixture with her, and after a second's thought, Sara said, "Fine, fine, fine. I won't tell you, but I'll take you there and show you."

"Eww!" Lucy made her 'ick' face. "You don't have to show me!"

"Believe me," Sara said, now very serious. "You have to see it to believe it."

Lucy's face betrayed her realization that there was something more to all this. "Fine," she said, warily. "When do we go?"

Sara reached for her pack and pulled out the pocket watch. They would have somewhat more time than she did the previous night. She wound it for a six-hour countdown.

Since Sara knew the route, the trip to the dock went more quickly than it had before, with two exceptions. The first was that with her sister coming with her, exiting the camp quietly was a little harder than before because of the girl's relative inexperience in the wilderness. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched under Lucy's every step. The second was that Lucy nearly had a panic attack when they crossed into the time bubble. The physical sensation alone was a little jarring, but looking up to see a shooting star frozen in the sky could, even to someone who'd seen it before, be quite disconcerting.

Just after they'd crossed into the bubble, Sara had released the catch on the pocket watch, and it began ticking. Lucy looked at her, puzzled for a moment before she said, "So that's how you made it back on time." Sara had grinned, saying nothing.

When they reached the dock, the girls lifted the canoe off the rack and slid it into the water with barely a splash. Sara climbed forward and attached the flashlight to the bow once more. As they rowed out toward the island, Lucy peered down into the ink black water, just as Sara had done on her first trip out. The older girl could sense her sister's trepidation and knew what she must be feeling. Now, though, after having been coerced into bringing her younger sister to a place that she regarded as especially hers, Sara took pleasure in Lucy's fear and discomfort.

Soon, the illuminated edge of the island appeared before them and Lucy noticed the glint of blue light. "What is that?" she asked, clearly unsettled.

"It's where we're going," Sara said. "You still want to know where I was last night, right?"

"I guess," Lucy said. "I don't know, actually."

Any further thought she may have had on the matter quickly disappeared when the canoe ran up on the muddy shore. The muck was deep, so because she didn't know how the smaller girl would fair, Sara hopped out and pulled the boat up farther into the reeds before motioning for Lucy to join her. Together they hid the boat in the reeds.

Sara took her sister by the hand and led her into the dense thicket lining the shore. When the two emerged, the younger girl took in a breath. "What is this place?" she asked.

Sara led her around to where the entrance was. The blue glow illuminated their faces, and Lucy's eyes went wide. "Is this where you came to, uh," the younger girl now paused, not quite so brazen, "... you know?"

"Not quite," Sara smiled. "You sure you can handle this? You're looking a little pale."

Lucy regained her composure, even if it was a front. "Of course I can!" And then: "You go first."

Sara chuckled and knelt at the square entrance, and dropped her daypack in followed by Lucy's. Again, she went feet first, but this time, she angled her body so as not to snag her breasts on the stone walls. When she was in, she heard her sister calling to her. "Sara?" She decided not to answer for a second. "Sara?"

Sara jumped in front of the entrance. "Boo!"

The younger girl started, but kept herself from screaming. "Very funny, dork!"

"Come on in," Sara said. "Feet first." As she heard her sister inching through the entrance, Sara could already feel the effects of the glowing plants. The itch of desire resurfaced, and she became so lost in it that she almost didn't notice that Lucy was too short and was going to fall into the dome. She reached out and caught her sister's legs, feeling their smoothness against her skin When the girl was all the way through, Sara let her ease down through her arms. When the girls' breasts collided, Sara resisted any and all temptations running wild in her brain.

Once Lucy's feet were on the floor, she spent a good couple of minutes staring in bewilderment at the glowing blue tree in front of her. "It's so pretty," she said.

"It gets better," Sara said, placing a hand on the small of the girl's back and leading her toward the hole in the floor. Again, the smells and lights coming from the underground corridors made her loins itch. When she looked to see if her sister was experiencing the same sensations, She saw that the girl had a slight grin on her face and was breathing a little more heavily.