The Never-Ending Path of Samantha Saranow 7 -- The Swinging Shoggoth Party

By Twrch_Twryth(@yahoo.com)

"Wanna try something a little more adventurous?"

Ron Martinek looked down at his girlfriend incredulously. Samantha Saranow was tied naked to a custom sawhorse. Her legs were splayed open, tied as they were to the spread legs of the sawhorse. Ropes bound her torso to the back of the sawhorse and her hands were handcuffed behind her back. Two small weights hung from nipple clamps and stretched our Samantha's enormous breasts.

After spending the last half-hour fucking Samantha's face and pussy, punctuated occasionally by eating her out, Ron was a bit incredulous. "Really? More adventurous? Do you think our sex life is boring?"

"No, it's not that." Samantha would have shrugged but was too restrained. She tried to look up at Ron, but her range of motion was still limited. Ron crouched behind her and began working to undo the knots that held her legs to the sawhorse. "I probably said it wrong. We're really adventurous, right?"

Samantha didn't have to enumerate. The two had met at a swinger party and nearly sixty-five percent of their frequent sexual episodes had involved at least one other person, while most of the rest of their experiences involved some kink factor, especially BDSM or public exhibition. Ron and Samantha were both electrically sexual and intensely curious, with few inhibitions.

Ron had now freed Samantha's right leg and she began flexing her knee. "Yeah," he said, "I'd say that we're pretty kinky."

"Well, Natalie just invited us to a new type of party that they're...oh, that's gonna be sore tomorrow!" Samantha winced with a little pleasure. "Natalie invited us to a new type of party..."

"What kind of party? Swingers?" Ron asked, working on the knots binding Samantha's left leg.

"Yeah, another swinger party, but this one's got a different angle. You ever heard of a shoggoth party?"

Ron shook his head, then realized that Samantha couldn't see him. "Oh, no, never heard of a shoggoth party. You mean like one of those amoeba artificial life form things? What kind of party is it?"

"Well, it's an orgy to begin with and end with," Samantha started.

"Sounds about right," Ron interrupted. "Left leg's free."

"Thanks." Samantha flexed her left leg now to get it limber again. "Well, they have one of those shoggoths and partway through the orgy they feed it a chick, like they would a woman-swallowing python."

"Why don't they just get a woman-swallowing python then?" Ron nearly had the first of the two loops tying Samantha's torso to the sawhorse untied.

"Apparently you need all kinds of crazy licensing and special habitats, since they're a protected species. Natalie and Gaurishankar don't have the facilities, but with a shoggoth there're no restrictions. Since they're artificially created, it's like they have no rights. You almost got me back there?"

"First one's done, here comes the second."

"So I was thinking we could go. I know how much you like watching videos of woman-swallowing pythons--"

"And how much you like watching them too, don't forget."

Samantha giggled. "So I think we should go. It should be fun."

"Okay, you're good to stand up," Ron said, dropping the second piece of rope. Samantha braced herself and leaned her torso back up. Her hands were still tied behind her back and the two small weights still hung from her nipple clamps.

"Are you going to leave me like this?" she asked, pressing her immense breasts out towards him.

"I was thinking about it," Ron replied. "You do look so nice like that. I was thinking of keeping you like that until it was time for round two."

"Mmmm," Samantha moaned, becoming aroused again at the restraint. "But seriously, if you leave these weights on here too long, my tits are going to be past my belly button before you know that."

"Babe, if you slouch, your tits are already past your belly button."

"Yeah, but they're still firm. Pulling 'em like this is going to make them sag."

"Fine." Ron pulled the weights off, dropped them, then began to massage Samantha's breasts. Samantha cooed and leaned into his attention. He was beginning to get hard again as well.

"Fine," he repeated. "Let's go to the party. But how do we make sure you don't get on the menu?"

"Mmmmh, who said I don't want to be on the menu?" Samantha moaned. "I bet you'd love to see them feed me to the shoggoth, watch the bulge shrink as it digests me. You'd just love to watch my hot body get all swallowed up, wouldn't you?"

In a second Ron had his hands on the back of Samantha's head, pressing her down. She bent at the waist, arms still tied behind her back as his now fully erect cock found its way into her mouth. She didn't resist as he guided her head up and down the shaft, relishing the taste of his and her cum still on his rod. She took this as a yes, that he wanted to go as badly as she did.

***

It was two weeks later when Ron and Samantha arrived at Natalie and Gaurishankar Banerjee's for their first shoggoth party. The Banerjees had a large country house several miles out of town, where it was nice and secluded, with plenty of room. They were the anchor of the Chillicothe swinger community, happily hosting several events a year. There were already a dozen cars parked in their driveway and lawn when Ron and Samantha arrived.

They were greeted at the door by Milana Medaglia, a chesty black woman nearly as busty as Samantha. She was another fixture of the swinger community, a common sight at these parties. She was wearing a maid costume, though it only covered her torso, leaving her large mocha breasts to spill out on top and also letting her bald slit get some air.

Milana greeted them each with a kiss. "Hi, guys, welcome to the shoggoth party! Gauri and Natalie asked me to serve as the concierge today. The action's going to be out on the back patio, so go ahead and head back. Do either of you need anything to drink? We've got lube out there already."

"No, we're fine," Ron thanked her.

"We'll see you back there then!" Samantha said. As they walked in, she slapped Milana's ass appreciatively.

Out on the back lawn were about three dozen people, mostly naked. Most were chatting, while some were already engaged in energetic and friendly fucking. The hosts had a pool, but it was drained of water and filled instead with a vaguely luminescent grey-black protoplasmic semi-liquid. Samantha and Ron quickly stripped down and placed their clothing in some provided Rubbermaid tote bins, which they also labelled and stuck with the bins for the rest of the attendees.

The couple started to make their way through the crowd, stopping to socialize with their friends and former bedmates with small talk. Samantha asked the Robinsons about how their kids were doing in elementary school, Ron taunted his buddy Dana for Dana's poor showing in their fantasy football league. Eventually they reached the pool and looked at the strange thing that filled it.

"So..." Ron said, "I guess that's a shoggoth?"

"Yeah, Samantha replied. They both started as a yellow eye coalesced into being in the amorphous surface and focused on them "Whoa! That's a little unsettling!"

"I think it's pretty amazing!" Samantha and Ron turned to see a similarly naked big-breasted brunette standing next to a slender redhead..

"Sharon!" Samantha squealed. She embraced the brunette and they kissed each other deeply. Ron and the redhead nodded appreciatively as he watched the two busty beauties enthusiastically make out. Sharon was Samantha's best friend and, though they had never actually dated, the two of them were frequent physical lovers. Sex was just part of their friendship and they had fucked their way through high school and college together. Even when one of the two was dating, it had to be understood that they would continue having sex with each other. Ron didn't complain, as it meant that they had a built-in option for frequent threesomes.

When the two women ended their kiss, they turned to the redhead, holding hands.

"Introductions are in order, huh?" Sharon said. "Sam, this is Lorna, my date tonight. Lorna, this is my best friend Sam and her boyfriend Ron."

"Nice to meet you two," Lorna said as she shook Samantha and Ron's hands in turn. Ron noticed that Lorna's eyes never left Samantha's tits.

"Attention! Attention everyone!" The crowd calmed down and turned to the raised porch. The Banerjees were attempting to make an announcement. Gaurishankar, the husband, was a tall, broad, full-bearded Sikh, muscular but not particularly well-defined. He was naked but for his religiously-mandated turban. Beside him was his wife, Natalie (nee Jimenez), a short and busty Latina, also fully nude. Milana came up behind them, still in her revealing maid outfit.

"Thank you for coming!" Gaurishankar said. "You'll find some refreshments, additional lubricant, and condoms on tables by the back door. We'll be having a raffle in an hour to determine who will be fed to the shoggoth. All the women attending today have been entered into the drawing. Until then, however, swing on!"

Samantha watched Milana move up behind Gaurishankar and wrap her hand around his shaft before she turned back to Ron, Sharon, and Lorna. Sharon wrapped her arms around Lorna's shoulders.

"I don't know about you guys," Sharon said, "but Lorna and I came here to fuck. And watch a chick get eaten by a protoplasmic artificial monstrosity. And fuck some more. Are you two game?"

"Sure," Samantha and Ron said at the same time.

"Good. This one here" Sharon squeezed Lorna's narrow shoulders "loooooves herself some big old titties, so I figured, hey, who do I know that has some big old titties?"

Lorna blushed as Ron reached out and weighed one of Samantha's heavy breasts in his hand. "I think Sam here does?"

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking too," Sharon continued, "so I figured, hey, why not introduce Lorna to Sam's boobs? Should be a match made in heaven!"

Samantha made an exaggerated show of hoisting up her left breast and pointing it at Lorna. "Boob, this is Lorna. Lorna, meet my boobs."

The redhead blushed and cast her eyes down, but couldn't keep them away from the immense soft tits for very long. "They're amazing," she mumbled.

"Well, here. If you appreciate big tits, they'd like to get to know you better," Samantha winked. Sharon released her hold on Samantha and slid over to Ron as Lorna nervously walked up to Samantha. Samantha grinned at the redhead's nerves and grabbed her when she came into reach. She pulled Lorna against her curves and planted their lips together. As Lorna melted into the kiss, Sharon took a hold of Ron's erection and looked up at him.

"So, while they get to know each other, how about we...?" Ron leaned down and kissed Sharon as she trailed off. He did not need any more prompting than a beautiful, willing, naked woman stroking his cock. A minute later, Sharon was on her knees, inhaling Ron's dick, while Samantha's tits were wrapped around Lorna's head and Lorna's hand was frigging away at Samantha's pussy.

Of course, these four were not alone. The fifty or so gathered guests were now almost all involved in some form of sexual activity in any number of varieties. There was manual, oral, vaginal, and even some anal stimulation. Lesbian and heterosexual intercourse dominated, but there were some also some adventurous male homo- and bisexual trysts. Trying to recount all the ins and outs would be futile.

Ron eventually found his way from between Sharon's legs to between Lorna's, shuddering with pleasure as his member penetrated a new pussy for the first time. Lorna was on her back on the couch, Samantha's tits draped across her face. Samantha was on all fours, with Sharon eating her out from behind. This established a nice pattern and though they would change positions several more times in the next hour, there was always a constant theme -- Ron fucking Lorna, while Lorna's head was between Samantha's tits or legs, and Samantha either eating out Sharon or being eaten out by Sharon. It worked out very nicely for them all; Ron loved getting to ride a new pussy, Lorna loved being able to suck and squeeze and fondle Samantha's tits (broken up by occasional trips to her delicious slit), and it worked out pretty nicely for Samantha and Sharon, who were consistently receiving and giving cunnilingus, meaning that orgasms abounded.

These athletic, energetic, extremely horny young adults managed to make it through the full hour in this constant state of fucking. Ron had had to slow down a few times to keep from wearing himself out too early. Lorna, who wasn't as used to marathon carpet munching sessions as Samantha and Sharon, had to cry uncle for about ten minutes near the forty-three minute mark as her jaw and tongue were too sore to continue licking Samantha's sex. Samantha and Sharon took pity on her and smothered her under their large breasts. They still wanted some fun after the big show later.

It came time soon enough. Amidst the moans, groans, and pleasurable screams, Gaurishankar's voice rang out. "Attention, swingers and swingettes! Now that you've had your warm up, it is time for the main attraction! The very reason we call it a shoggoth party -- it's time to feed one of these lovely ladies to our shoggoth!"

All eyes focused on Gaurishankar, Natalie, and Milana standing beside the shoggoth pool. Milana (wearing just a few shreds of her maid out yet) was holding a small earthenware jar. The protoplasmic mass of the artificial life form itself was beginning to swell and expand out of the pool like a soufflé out of a pan. A handful of green reptilian eyes had developed over its form to better observe the party and the partygoers. It seemed to know what was about to happen.

"In this jar," Gaurishankar continued, "in this jar we have written down the names of all the female attendees of tonight's party. That's right, even including little Natalie here." He hugged Natalie's shoulders to emphasize the point. "I'm going to draw a name out of the jar and that lovely woman will be our inaugural guest of honor in the shoggoth's belly!"

The crowd cheered. Most of the women were getting extremely aroused at the thought of being devoured and digested, even if there was a bit of nervousness with it as Gaurishankar reached into the jar. He pulled out a scrap of yellow legal pad paper and read it.

"And our lucky first prey is--Sharon Rivers! Come on down Sharon!"

The crowd clapped and cheered a bit. Sharon looked surprised, as did her three partners (though they were all four also incredibly aroused). Sharon snapped out of it pretty quickly and gave Lorna a quick kiss. She shook Ron's hand, then gave Samantha a much longer kiss.

"You know I love you, right?"

"I know," Samantha nodded with a wry smile and a horny tear, "and I love you too."

"I know," Sharon replied. "Hey, I'll see you on the other side."

"You better be ready to eat me out when I get there," Samantha joked.

"Yeah, if I'm not too tired from eating other hot dead chicks' pussies." They laughed and hugged, kissed again until they realized that the crowd was waiting. Sharon peeled off of Samantha and nearly skipped her way to poolside.

The shoggoth had generated six legs, three on either side, which jutted out at a sprawling, lizard-like angle and which it used to haul its bulk out of the pool. It now stood above the pool, it's approximately ovoid, nearly white-clear form about the size of a slightly smooshed bus. Its surface flowed like water to create the equivalent of a face at the end closest to Sharon and the hosts, with a mouth-like cleavage appearing across the front and two eyes focusing forward (not that these were the only eyes on the shoggoth's form, of course).

"Sharon, do you have any last remarks?" Gaurishankar asked as Sharon settled down beside him and Natalie. The shoggoth was waving slightly, side to side, as it watched her.

"Not really," Sharon said, "just that I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do and swing on!"

"Swing on!" the crown shouted back.

Sharon turned to the shoggoth. It looked at her quizzically, then its mouth-gash opened and a long psuedopod/tongue/tentacle extended. Sharon giggled as it pressed gently against her, licking her like a dog. The shoggoth seemed to smile, then the appendage wrapped around Sharon's waist. It delicately lifted her off the ground and retracted the appendage. Sharon let out a gasp and a chuckle as the mouth-hole opened wider.

"Here I go!" she squealed as the shoggoth plopped the top half of her body into its oral orifice. After a second, her legs, which continued to wiggle, moved higher into the air, though the crowd couldn't tell if the shoggoth was leaning back or if the opening itself was just sliding up the protoplasmic mass. Sharon's top half was still visible through the shoggoth's semi-transparent surface, though with significant distortion.

The shoggoth shivered and slurped down Sharon's legs. They disappeared inch by consistent inch into the vaguely bioluminescent mass of the amorphous protoplasm. People standing nearby could see that Sharon was masturbating vigorously as the last few feet of her were ingested. It was a relatively quick process, but the crowd still oohed and aahed throughout to watch the vivacious bombshell get devoured by the protoplasmic creature.

Samantha found herself getting light headed. She realized that she had been holding her breath as her friend was eaten. She quickly returned to regular respiration and found that her erogenous zones -- her pussy and her nipples -- felt like they were on fire. She needed to fuck NOW. That was the single most arousing thing she had ever seen.

Gaurishankar gave the shoggoth some kind of command, a few words that Sharon did not understand. It settled back into its pool and its color faded to a jet black. Sharon, who was still alive and moving inside the protoplasm, was obscured from vision. They wouldn't get the see her body break down and dissolve, even if everyone knew it would happen.

Gaurishankar stepped in front of the pool again. "To honor Sharon and her incredible contribution, now, let us SWING ON!"

The crowd responded with a cheer and the orgy resumed with newfound vigor. People who had been spent before the feeding were given new vitality. Samantha went into action immediately, throwing Lorna onto the couch and nearly smothering the redhead with her tits, demanding attention for her nipples, all while offering hips to Ron, who wasted no time plunging into her. She was soon cumming uncharacteristically easy, often, and hard. This was Sharon's last gift -- supercharging the crowd, and Samantha in particular, for some of the wildest, most exciting and intense sex they would ever experience in their depraved lives.

---

A month later, it was time for the swinger party at Gaurishankar and Natalie's again. Another woman would be going to the shoggoth. Ron had been talking about it during their fuck sessions recently and Samantha was getting very excited as well. Well, it was one of two things he had been talking about. Ron's birthday was coming up as well and he was dropping some subtle -- and not so subtle -- hints that he wanted something special for his birthday; anal sex.

Samantha had done it for him, once, last year for his birthday and she had sworn to herself never again. Some girls really liked it, she knew, but she was not one of those girls. A little bit of stimulation was nice, sure, but a full cock was way too much for her. Fortunately, they were swingers and so it was feasible for her to outsource a night of anal sex. She knew just the right chick too, even if convincing her had taken nearly two hours of cunnilingus. But hey, it was all for Ron's birthday.

After they arrived at Gaurishankar and Natalie's place and disrobed, Samantha led Ron to an agreed-upon couch near the shoggoth. "So, Ron," Samantha said as they approached the couch, "since it's your birthday coming up, I thought I'd do something special for you. I know that you've recently been wanting to try anal sex again..."

"Yeah?"

"So I thought I'd get a pro to help you out with that." Samantha timed the end of the sentence to the arrival at their destination. There were already two people waiting there. One was a beautiful, petite Hindi woman. She was very well toned from an active, sporty life, with small breasts and a bare mons and her black hair in two braids. This was actually Gaurishankar's sister, Sukhmani Banerjee. With her was a similarly well-toned black man, her husband James. James was skinnier than Ron, though more muscular.

"Hey Ron," Sukhmani greeted them. "Sam here tells me it's your birthday." She wrapped her arms up around his neck and brought him down for a kiss. Samantha put her arm around James's waist and James responded by wrapping his arm around her.

Sukhmani continued. "She said that you like some special sex. Something...from behind?"

"Yeah..." Ron whispered.

"I like it too," she moaned, pressed herself against him. "I love it. So, for your birthday, you get my ass. All night." Ron groaned in arousal at the thought. He was fully engorged. "But first..."

Sukhmani slid her hands down Ron's chest and abdomen to get a handful of cock and a handful of balls. She massaged his scrotum and slowly, sensually stroked his dick. Ron gasped and Sukhmani kissed him again. After that kiss, she used her handful of genitals to move Ron until he was standing beside one arm of the couch. She knelt down on the couch as well so that she could prop her elbows on the arm and take his dick into her mouth while pushing her own hips into the air.

As Ron moaned from the sudden oral stimulation, Samantha looked up to James. "Like we talked about?"

"Lead the way," he replied. Samantha kissed him briefly, then sat down next to Sukhmani on the couch. The Hindi girl continued to fellate Ron as Samantha positioned herself. It took a little bit, but soon Samantha's face was buried between Sukhmani's legs and she was eagerly licking away at the bare pussy and perineum before you. She was also trying to raise her hips so that James could crouch on the ground in front of the couch and go to town on her pussy as well.

Sukhmani was the first to orgasm and James's tongue and fingers had Samantha cum second. Ron had pulled his prick out of Sukhmani's mouth to help cool his jets -- they still had a ways to go before the main event. James and Samantha switched places on the couch as Sukhmani stood up and embraced Ron. Now kneeling between James's legs, Samantha grabbed a hold of his turgid shaft. It was rock hard in her grip as she leaned over and took the head into her mouth.

"Do you want to fuck me in the ass while you watch my boyfriend fuck your bitch?" Sukhmani whispered in Ron's ear.

"Just try and stop me," he hissed back as he turned the slender woman around. He moved to bend her over the couch, but she squirmed out of his grasp.

"Uh-uh," she said, suddenly getting more business like. "Just a second, I may be experienced at this, but we need some lube first."

"Huh? The spit--from the blow job--"

"Oh, honey, no, that's not enough. Here..." Sukhmani had produced a bottle of lube from a small table beside the couch. She squirted a little bit on one hand, then held it out to Ron. He obediently extended his hands and she gave it a little squirt as well. After setting the bottle down, she rubbed down her hands and grabbed his dick. Ron moaned as she began pumping the shaft, getting it extremely slick.

After a minute, she slowed and looked up at him. "Get your fingers lubed up. I've got you ready, now you've got to get me ready."

With that, she turned and bent over. She planted her legs far apart and spread her cheeks. Ron didn't need any more invitation and mashed the lube across his hands. He smeared some of the lube around Sukhmani's presented anus, then gently inserted his pointer finger with his right hand. He leaned over and used his left hand to start to work her pussy. Sukhmani shuddered at the stimulation.

By now, Samantha had wrapped her immense, soft tits around James's erection. If she bunched them up, his ebony rod completely disappeared between them. If she let them flow a little, then the head would appear and she would quickly lean down to lick or suck it. Bent over, Sukhmani could lean to her right to kiss James, or lean to her left to contribute fellatio to Samantha's titfucking and she did both as Ron continued to loosed up her ass. Sukhmani and Samantha were kissing and James pumping away between Samantha's boobs when Ron worked his middle finger into Sukhmani's welcoming pucker.

Ron continued to work his fingers for another minute before Sukhmani told him she was ready. Ron couldn't handle himself and eagerly pressed the spongy head of his manhood against Sukhmani's loosened backdoor. Ron was gentle, thrusting and withdrawing slowly and incrementally. He gradually increased the tempo and depth until he got the full shaft into Sukhmani's backside at about 70% normal fucking speed.

Sukhmani was making it clear that she was enjoying being sodomized. Her moans and cries of pleasure were compelling evidence as she kissed James, kissed Samantha, and sucked on James's cock and Samantha's nipples.

Samantha gently pushed her away. "Hey, let's move this around a little bit." Ron continued slow, even strokes as Samantha pulled James up. Samantha moved onto the couch so that her pussy was splayed before Sukhmani's face. James took the hint and climbed on the couch as well, crouching over Samantha's upper body so that if he leaned forward she could fellate him and if he leaned backward he could resume fucking her enormous tits.

This didn't last long. For one, it was hard on James to keep squatting like that on the narrow couch. For another, Samantha was ready to get some dick now. She hadn't yet orgasmed before she reorganized them again.

James and Ron sat beside each other on the couch, Sukhmani climbed on Ron's lap and crouched, reverse cowgirl style, and once again grasped his shaft firmly with her rectum. Samantha sat astride James, facing him, her jugs bouncing in his face as he thrust up into her pink slit. Once they had a good rhythm going, Samantha and Sukhmani could lean over and kiss each other.

The men pounded away, James enjoying Samantha's wildly bouncing breasts and Ron reaching around to work Sukhmani's pussy.

"Hey, you wanna see something neat?" Sukhmani asked.

"You're going to love this," James insisted.

"Sure," Ron agreed.

"Could you two move?" Sukhmani asked. James and Samantha complied, getting off the couch. Sukhmani leaned back against Ron's abdomen for support. She kicked up her left leg, which managed to dislodge his cock from her ass. She wrapped her leg back around her shoulders. With her left leg in position, now she kicked her right leg up. This took a little bit more work, but she was eventually able to lock her ankles behind her neck.

"Human pretzel," James said with a bit of a smirk.

"Get back in there!" Sukhmani commanded. Ron obliged, taking a little bit to line his member up with Sukhmani's rear. When he was able to spear the puckered hole, he had to go more slowly, since he was also supporting her full weight on his torso and had less leverage. He was largely just rocking her back and forth.

James knew what to do. He straddled Ron and Sukhmani and gently eased his prick into Sukhmani's unoccupied vagina. His thrusts also helped move her with more range on Ron's dick. Sukhmani cried as though she were past her limit and loving every second of it. Samantha, for her part, sat on the couch and fingered herself, watching the petite Hindi girl getting DPed.

James didn't let it last too long, because after little bit his dick was back in Samantha's face and then down her throat. She let him irrumate her, then leaned back as his member slid down her neck to her chest where she went back to titfucking him. She always got a kick out of how much guys gravitated toward her jugs if their girlfriends or wives were not particularly busty.

"Now fuck my pussy," she demanded after a minute. James obliged, taking her from behind. Sukhmani's human pretzel had dissolved and now she was riding Ron, facing toward him, his dick still stretching her asshole.

There were all too few minutes of this when Gaurishankar's voice broke through the sexual escapades.

"Attention! Everyone! Attention! It is time to draw the lot for tonight's meal!"

The crowd only very reluctantly gave him its attention.

"For those of you who were here last week, you know the routine," Gaurishankar said. "I will draw the name of a woman from this jar--and it's quite a bit more full than last time!--and that woman will be fed to the shoggoth for our enjoyment and arousal! All women attending have their names in this jar. Last month it was the vivacious Sharon Rivers...who will it be tonight?"

Gaurishankar made a big show of reaching into the jar. He pulled out a small strip of paper -- it looked like a fortune cook fortune -- and read it silently. He looked up to the crowd.

"I hope our shoggoth likes big boobs, because tonight's entree is one of our favorites, Sam Saranow!"

Samantha's heart jumped, her stomach dropped, and her pussy felt like it had just been hit with an arousal taser. Her legs nearly buckled, but she locked her knees. She felt Ron come up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist.

"I didn't think..." she started to say, then turned to Ron. "You must be bad luck. Last month Sharon, now me? Are you kidding me?"

Ron grinned and shrugged. "I guess so, huh? We'll have to see if whoever I'm with next month is as lucky."

The two kissed.

"Next month?" Samantha asked. "You damn well better still be in mourning for me."

"I don't think I'll ever be able to replace you, babe." They kissed again and squeezed each other tightly. "Say hi to Sharon for me, will you?"

"Sure thing, hon. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Samantha broke away from Ron's embrace and made her way toward the expanding protoplasmic mass. Once she got to the pool, she was both incredibly aroused and incredibly nervous. The shoggoth was taking on the same shape as it had a month ago -- long and ovoid, supported by six knock-kneed legs, with a pair of eyes on the end facing her. A rift appeared between those eyes and Samantha knew that's where she was going. Her nipples were painfully erect and she was afraid that her sex may actually be dripping.

She stopped in front of Gaurishankar, Natalie, and the shoggoth.

"Samantha," Gaurishankar greeted her, "thank you for this contribution. Do you have any final words for the group?"

Samantha was suddenly aware that there were several hundred naked swingers. This suddenly made her more anxious than the fact that she was about to be devoured and digested. She took a deep breath, turned to the crowd, and smiled.

"Thank you for all the memories everyone." Remembering Sharon's words, she concluded her quick speech with "I hope you all enjoy this as much as I'm about to, and remember -- swing on!"

The crowd cheered back at her and with another deep breath she turned to face her destiny.

The shoggoth had used a single tongue to draw Sharon into its mouth, but this time two thick tentacles sprouted from its sides approximately where its first shoulders would have been, had it shoulders. The long appendages extended some twenty feet from the shoggoth's body and they crept by Samantha.

Samantha gasped as one tentacle curved back around and clutched her shoulders blades. It slid around her arms and wriggled under her breasts until it had firmly encircled her, pinning her arms at her side and supporting her enormous melons. The second tentacle moved more quickly and wrapped around her upper thighs, holding her legs closed.

The tentacles felt unexpectedly bizarre. The shoggoth's transparent luminescence and jelly-like consistency made it appear slimy, but it actually felt completely dry and warm. The texture was also surprising, nowhere near as smooth as it looked. The skin -- if one could call it skin -- had little viscosity and was covered by countless bumps and textures, tiny but noticeable. Samantha's overloaded mind thought of sandpaper, as she could feel the friction as it rubbed her bare skin, but nowhere near as caustic. In fact, it felt incredible, arousing and sending almost electric jolts of erogenous pleasure through her.

The tentacles tightened their grip on Samantha and she felt herself bodily lifted into the air. She couldn't help but give a little yelp. She also couldn't help but haltingly work her hand to her slit. Her fingers plunged into her painfully aroused canal, even as her thumb worked the insistent button of her clitoris. She didn't care who was watching her masturbating furiously as she was about to get eaten; in fact, she hoped that it helped to get them a fraction as aroused as she was as this time.

The cleft between the shoggoth's eyes expanded as its pseudopodial appendages retracted Samantha through the air. Unlike Sharon, this time it angled its prey to go into its mouth feet first. Samantha started orgasming the second her feet touched the inside of the protoplasmic mass. It was similarly textured to the limbs and the friction was incredibly pleasant.

The shoggoth made quick work of Samantha. Its tentacles collapsing into its body as it pulled her in, the bus-sized amoeba absorbed Samantha's feet and legs through the permeable membrane at the back of its "mouth." It was quickly to her hips.

Very little of Samantha's mind was conscious at this point. She was so overwhelmingly arouse, experiencing such incomprehensible waves of pleasure, that she as almost unable to understand what was going on. Dimly she knew that she was disappearing into the shoggoth, that more and more of her was gone with every second.

The absorption was constant. The varying dimensions of her body did not affect a creature capable of so easily rearranging its own mass. Whether it was her the narrowest point of her ankles or her broad hips, Samantha was embraced in the skin-tight enclosure of the shoggoth's orifice. The surface was vibrating faintly, which helped to move her body further into the orifice as well as stimulate the prey.

The shoggoth had slurped Samantha up to her ribs now. Her eyes were lulled back in her head, her body shaking by the constant sensations that had seemed to turn every inch of her into an erogenous zone. When the surface of the shoggoth came into contact with her hanging tits, those sensitive bags of flesh and tissue that society had vested with so much significance, pushing them up toward her face, Samantha lost it. She was gone. She was lost in complete sensual overload as her HH-cups were pressed into her face, her nipples seemed to say goodbye to the crowd, and the shoggoth's fissure engulfed the last of her, tits and head all at once.

The fissure closed up around the perpetually orgasming Samantha's head. The audience could make out her outline, see her skin faintly through the milky translucence of the shoggoth's surface. Her auburn hair was the most visible part of her as her body slowly made its way deep into the thickest middle of the thing.

Outside, the view became obscured as the shoggoth lowered itself back into its pool and turned its surface color an opaque grey. Samantha was no longer visible.

Inside, Samantha's body began to dissolve. She barely noticed as her form became softer, less stable. There was no blood, no pain, just a drifting sensation as the shoggoth's digestive parts (to call them organs would be inappropriate) broke her down. As her conscious mind had dissolved at the onslaught of physical sensation and the arousal of apprehension, so too did Samantha's body dissolve. Slowly, steadily, her limbs evaporated into the creature's digestive system. Picking up speed, her breasts and head were next.

Samantha was gone in all senses of the word within ten minutes of her complete envelopment. She had been completely broken down and absorbed by her protoplasmic predator, ending life as a joy-blasted continuous orgasm.

Beyond the shoggoth's contours, the partygoers were energized and kicked up the heat to a frenzy in memory of Samantha's contribution.