Creeping Terror variations.

Fallen leaves skittered over the dusty jogging track, leading the way for the two women.  It was autumn and the park had earlier been full of teenagers enjoying what might be the last last good day before the chill of winter settled in.  But these women were out of place.

"It's over there, in the shelter of those trees."  This was the business woman who was leading the way.  Her companion walked slightly behind her, taking in the view.  It was a nice view and she wondered whether the woman in her smart business suit had been in the park with someone 'special'.

"I know it's probably nothing, but with the stories going around I just thought . . . you know."  Realising that the business woman was expecting a response the Police woman looked up from the tight ass she was contemplating.

"Ma'am, your vigilance might stop some other hot woman from disappearing."  The Police woman couldn't believe she'd actually said that out loud.  But the hot civilian in her tight suit didn't seem to notice.  Or maybe she did?  She stopped suddenly and the two almost collided.

"I'm Clare, by the way."  The women shook hands.  It was awkward.  They were both far too aware of each others bodies.  They were both surprisingly turned on by the thought of each other.  Neither remembered to let go of the others hand.  This wasn't the shake to close a deal in the boardroom, or the macho hand crush that took place at the Police station.  It felt more like the caress of relaxed lovers.

Feeling her nipples harden under her blouse Clare was grateful that her jacket would conceal her arousal.  She wondered if the feeling was mutual?

"Robyn, from the 69th precinct."  The two women stood frozen in expectation.  The whole idea of falling for a hot stranger in uniform was just too corny for words, but each woman hoped the other felt the same need.

Reluctantly letting go of each others hand the two women resumed walking.  This time shoulder to shoulder, occasionally brushing against each other.

Going over a small hillock revealed the small dip, almost surrounded by trees. 

"Here it is.  Don't you think it looks strange?"  Clare pointed to the pick nick blanket laid out near a bush.  There was the expected scattering of food containers and bottles, but no sigh of any people.
Robyn reluctantly stopped thinking about what Clare would look like naked and tried to think like a Police Officer.  It seemed incredibly hard as her only thought on seeing the blanket was how Clare would look laid out on it.  Robyn tried to ignore her moist panties as she knelt down to examine the scene.  It wasn't made any easier when Clare did the same.  This was getting too close to Robyn's fantasy.  But Robyn still didn't believe that Clare shared the same fantasy, with the only difference being who was on top.

Looking at the food packages it was clear that whoever had left it here hadn't been a food nut.  Tubs of luxury ice-cream and chocolate source.  An empty bottle of sparkling wine and last of all, a scattering of women's lingerie. 

"This is definitely odd.  But nothing here tells us where these people have gone."  Robyn wasn't aware that he was holding a satin thong in her hand as she spoke, but Clare certainly was.
"Maybe so, but I think I know what they were up to before they left."  Clare reached over and touched the thong in the Police Officers hand. Robyn suddenly realised that she was caressing a missing woman's thong and blushed, but then all self concious thoughts were banished when Clare kissed her.  Before Robyn could react she found herself on her back, the hot executive on top, and her fantasy coming true.  Despite her practical hair cut and tough exterior, Robyn had always been a reluctant butch.  And now she'd found a woman who would take charge.  Clare's knee forced the Police Officer's thighs apart, her weight falling against Robyn's groin. 

As Clare's fingers slid under the Police Officer's waistband to explore her damp interior, Robyn's hands tore at Clare's blouse, freeing her breasts.  An exercise in contrasts with Robyn's exposed pubes against Clare's tight business skirt, and Clare's breasts crushed against Robyn's Police uniform.  Their only point of equality were their mouths, but even there Clare's tongue echoed the penetration of her fingers and she took control of the young officer.

For the second time that day the little clearing was full of the sounds and scents of lovemaking. 

As Clare straddled Robyn she arched her back so that although they were still joined at the groin, her breasts were exposed to Robyn's mouth.  Blinded by passion, and by her hair that was falling all around her face, Clare didn't notice the bush.  Not the bush in which her hand was lodged.  The bush beside the blanked, which had taken this moment to start moving.  Still heavy from it's encounter with the blanket's previous occupants it extended branches towards the double backed form of Clare and Robyn.  It knew nothing of the women's shared fantasies.  It's reality was that it's subsonic mating call made human females very easy to catch.

Grinding their pubes together Clare's hand was slick with Robyn's juices when she found her head engulfed.  A hot pit of pulsating flesh that enclosed her head and shoulders like Robyn's cunt held her fingers, and like her fingers her passage was lubricated.  Her blouse pushed down her arms her bare shoulders were squeezed by her captor that matched the rhythm of Robyn's cunt.  It was as if Clare was being swallowed at both ends.  But whereas Robyn's cunt only took her fingers down to her knuckles, her head and breasts had already been swallowed by her other lover.  And Clare did feel as if it was another lover, as the sensation of being swallowed was definitely sexual.  A thought enhanced by the creatures subsonic mating call. 

Even Robyn felt the same.  Seeing her lover being swallowed alive her thoughts were not of panic or fear.  No, as Clare was sucked off Robyn the Police woman felt her own hungry desire increasing.  Running her mouth across Clare's hot belly she tore at the girl's skirt, desperate for a taste of her lover's dripping cunt before it was swallowed up.  A brief taste of suspenders then the moist folds of Clare's interior.  Thrusting her tongue into the hot crevice she made the most of their brief liaison before Clare's cunt was pulled out of reach and into the creature's consuming orifice.  Robyn then had to be satisfied by the taste of Clare's stockings as the creature slurped up her lover. 

Swallowed up to her knees Clare was running short of air, but like an auto asphyxia junkie she was overwhelmed by the orgasms that racked her body.  Her consciousness fading even as her body bucked to it's final orgasm.  All that remained to show that Clare had ever been there was the torn skirt that Robyn still clutched in her hands, a skirt that was discarded as the Police woman thrust both hands into her own dripping cunt.  Robyn was now the sole focus of the creatures subsonic call, and in her heightened state of arousal she had no desire to escape Clare's fate.  The creature on the other hand (tentacle?) wasn't so sure.  It had swallowed it's third human female and wasn't certain about a fourth.  But Robyn wasn't going to be refused and reaching into the creature's mouth she found Clare's ankle, and slapped her handcuffs on.  She was now joined to her former lover and was determined to  enjoy everything Clare had experienced.

As her forearm and then shoulder was swallowed Robyn realised her error.  Her breasts where still shielded from the creature's juices by her uniform.  Letting go of her cunt for a moment she tore at her chest, tearing her shirt and exposing her pert breasts.  Hers weren't on the epic scale of Clare's but they were big enough to get a firm grip.  With only one hand Robyn tried to decided whether to continue massaging her breasts of let her hand return to her  cunt.  But then a girl stepped into view.  A girl that didn't seem surprised at the sight of a woman fucking herself as she was swallowed alive by an alien creature.

The girl had seen this before.  She'd watched as hours earlier the lovers had been swallowed alive and had then watched Clare join them in the creature's belly.  It was the girl's dream come true, or at least if would have been if it had been her being swallowed alive.  The girl, Annie, had always wanted to be consumed by something greater than herself.  The other students at her Bible college would have been satisfied at letting themselves be swallowed up by their faith, but Annie wanted something more real.  At one time her greatest ambition had been to be swallowed up by the religious life in a convent, but now she wanted to be literally consumed. 

She also wanted to fuck the hot Police woman like she dreamed of doing the other girls in her dorm room.  On her knees she knelt before the alter of Robyn's pubic mound and dived her first muff.  Robyn almost screamed in pleasure as Annie covered her face with pussy juice, but she couldn't scream as her head was already in the creature's throat.  Robyn's much smaller breasts meant that she was sucked up far quicker than Clare had been.  She was still fully conscious when she was wrenched from Annie's grasp, her pussy juices mixing with the creature's as she was swallowed alive.  Her end was a mixture of pleasure and pain as still orgasming she was digested alive.

Outside the churning belly of the beast Annie sat alone.  Even when Annie tore off her clothes to show the creature what she had to offer it seemed uninterested.  Annie had waited too long.  The creature couldn't eat any more today.  Annie was still waiting as the creature backed out of the clearing to join the other bushes.  The subsonic mating call faded away, and Annie couldn't for the life of her remember which bush was the creature.

Disappointed, Annie looked at the pick nick blanket and the discarded clothes.  She knew that someone would surely look for the missing women, and this would be the starting point of their search.  Annie knew that she could lose the chance of being swallowed alive.  But if she hid the evidence?

Annie knew that there was nothing she could do for the girls the creature has swallowed, but she could make a real difference to her own future, and maybe those of the other girl in her dorm if she could persuade them to join her for a pick nick in this park.  Gathering up the remains of the pick nick and the various items of discarded clothing Annie walked back to her dorm, carefully disposing of the evidence far away from the park and the creature that held the key to her ambitions.