Alien Sex 2 The Petting Zoo by Sophie Walton
(tentacle sex)

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By the year 2174 humanity was pressing into space. Life, it turned out, was much more common than anyone had imagined. Many intelligent species had already been encountered and a common theme was emerging. Aliens were much weirder and a lot friendlier than we had expected. Astronauts simply weren't ready for the intimacy of contact the extraterrestrials had to offer. With the help of the aliens, NASA set up an encounter facility to acclimatise human space travellers to the variety of contact they could expect. It wasn't long before the facility was nicknamed "The Petting Zoo".

Sarah ran the facility on a very informal basis. She wanted to produce successful, well adjusted astronauts who would make our first contact as successful as possible. Some students couldn't take the strangeness or the intimacy and were scrubbed early on. Others fought against the horror and their survival instincts and scraped a pass. A few proved to be naturals. The beautiful Suzy Bradshaw was one such student. This story follows Suzy's first day at The Petting Zoo.

WARNING! This 3.867 word story contains beautiful, horny young women, an amorous alien, breath play, rubber fetish, aquaphilia, encapsulation and lots of frantic tentacle sex.


I too started to push into the alien as its engulfing cloak embraced us, slowly compressing and congealing around our naked bodies and drawing us in. I loved the feeling of encapsulation in the translucent green jelly as it slowly filled all the air spaces around us. The living slime oozed into all the nooks and crannies in out diving gear, buoying us up and sliding under our feet. It bubbled up under our neck seals to the point where they were snug against our skin. Soon we were completely ingested and encapsulated. The creature slowly rotated us until we were face down, prone and awaiting our fates. It began to massage us all over, sending rhythmical surges down our bodies and out along our extremities. The alien started to rhythmically compress our extremities too - it knew I really loved having my throat, wrists and ankles squeezed. The feeling of restraint was simply amazing.

About Sophie Walton

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Published June 28, 2012 12 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy. Fiction

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