Tentacles in our Basement: Myself and HotTexasCowboy

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

It was early morning in the Sakura Springs boarding house, and the only audible sound came from the basement. Accessible via the kitchen, a long concrete staircase led downwards into a dimly lit storage cellar. However what some might consider bizarre was that this cellar was flooded with six inches of water. There really wasn't much down there, save for a cheep metal foldout lawn chair and a plastic TV stand supporting an old twenty inch CRT TV. It didn't even have DVD, just a old out of shape VCR. Filling the open space on the stand were numerous VHS tapes ranging from porn to old Buffy the Vampire Slayer videos. As of current the only occupant of the basement was a somewhat disheveled looking man sleeping on the lawn chair.

He was a lithe looking gentleman, with rustled hair and a bad five o'clock shadow. He wore only a pair of dark grey slacks and a long sleeved, half buttoned, collared white shirt rolled up to his elbows. This out of place gentleman was Stan...a lust god. This in fact was but a human avatar of the god, whom in fact was not named Stan, but whose name is unpronounceable by human tongues. And in a sudden motion Stan jolted up, his glasses shining ominously in the dark. To add to his supernatural nature as he stood up and moved to the stairs his feet did not disturb the water, even though they passed through it. More importantly he moved with predatory grace, a creature on the hunt. A scent had caught his senses, a scent he enjoyed very much. One he couldn't live without. He moved up the stairs with his hands in his pockets, his smell locked on to his target.

With a devilish grin he placed his hand on the door handle, and slowly creaked it open. His shining glasses glinted from the crack in the doorway...no one in the kitchen....no that would be too easy. He smelled the air vigorously and groaned in anticipation. Yes...the master bedroom...alone....vulnerable. He suddenly became a blur, his form seeming to shift in and out of the material world as he darted from wall to wall. It was as though his mere presence couldn't be held in our plane of existence, or maybe his depravity was so great the universe was naturally trying to repel him. Slowly he made his way through the first floor of the boarding home until he reached the bedroom. He could hear the shower....smell her sweat...exquisite. He seemingly liquified his body and slid under the door, inching his way over to the washroom, growing ever more excited the closer he got. He could see the outline of the landlady through the shower curtain, her figure was as astonishing as ever. He reclaimed his form and moved over to the towel rack, then with a face-splitting grin assimilated her towel and took it's place.

"SUPER-TOWEL-GOD-FORM!" He shouted as he slid onto the rack, his grinning face imprinted on the landlady's new towel. Of course he lacked the common sense to not shout his actions, but one can only expect so much from a lust god.....

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

The blond in the shower had finished rinsing off the lather and was just standing there, enjoying the relaxing sensation of warm water cascading over her body. It was getting hot outside with the coming of summer, and Mrs. DeWinter had been tempted once she got home to use the backyard pool, but decided to just head for the shower instead. She'd spent the morning showing a unit in the Crestwood area to half a dozen prospects. There'd been nibbles, but no one was making making a firm commitment yet.

Regina DeWinter ('Mrs. DeWinter' she still called herself, her husband now dead over eight years) considered herself a patient business woman. She'd taken the house she shared with her husband, rented out parts of it, and started buying other properties. She was gathering up a nice nest egg, but taking care of her tenants was trying at times. She was too busy to look seriously for another relationship, even though she was an attractive woman in her early thirties. Of course, she thought with a smile, some things had perked up on that score of late.

As if in response to a naughty thought, she started at the sound of a shouted voice from just outside her shower curtains. She quickly pushed open a corner of the curtain, staring out into the apparently empty bathroom, while water streamed against her back. "Stan!" she called, half peeved and half playful, having recognized his voice. "Where are you--oh!" she broke into a sly chuckle as she saw his face on the thick towel on the rack, grinning back at her. "Well, that's something new for you, isn't it? Are you going to be a nice lust god and dry me off?"

She reached behind her and shut off the water, then stepped out of the tub, her nude body dripping on the rug, her firm breasts rising and falling with her breath. If Stan had ventured out of his basement, he was probably planning some fun, and the anticipation of his ideas of fun was making her feel squirmy between her legs.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

"I can dry you off Miss DeWinter..." Stan smiled in his Super Towel form. "...but you might end up dirty again..." He loved looking at Regina, her mature body was so sexy and voluptuous. When she was dressed she always looked so businesslike, which only turned him on more. Truth be told there really wasn't anything that didn't turn him on....but she really did the trick. Combine her sex appeal with her playful side, he just couldn't resist the beautiful blonde.

"Since you seem to be in the mood...hehe.." He could smell her arousal already. Just the thought of what he could do with her must drive her wild, it sure did the trick for him anyways. With a sudden snap he lunged out and wrapped himself around her tightly, snugly squeezing her ample bust to form some impressive cleavage, while one of his corners slid between his legs. He liked playing different games before he really got into it, and this one would do just fine.

"Perhaps I can give you a pleasant start to the day...of course by pleasant.." He rippled his body over hers, vibrating around her skin, especially over her nipples and against her clitoris. "...I mean hot and sticky!" Even though he was in the form of a towel, he moved over her breasts like fingers, squeezing and massaging them as he continued to vibrate. He did the same over her labia, spreading her and occasionally pinching playfully as he moved back and forth, sliding between her lips.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

Regina chuckled deep in her throat at his comment about being dirty again. Truth was, Stan always made her feel wonderfully dirty. Sometimes she wished the uptight woman upstairs would find out just what kind of fun she was missing, and her two sexy young daughters. Regina didn't used to have thoughts like this about her tenants, but Stan had a way of bringing out new sides to her libido.

Just then, her Stan-towel leaped off the rack and wrapped around her, pinning her arms against her sides like some kind of terrycloth straight jacket. A straight jacket that vibrated and rippled so deliciously against her body. Looking down, she could see her breasts pressed together like in a tight corset. Looking quickly up into the fog-free mirror, she had to admit she liked the look, raising and emphasizing her cleavage like some Victorian whore in a London brothel. Her nipples were just peeking over the upper edge of the towel, quickly turning into sweet hard pebbles of pleasure under Stan's clever touch.

She was only restricted above the waist, and the corner of the towel was slipping down her pelvis, encouraging her to open her thighs and let it begin teasing her labia and clit. "Ooooh, you naughty, naughty towel," she purred. She pressed her arms as if trying to escape, the fact that she couldn't move them adding an exciting spice to Stan's game. "Mmmm," she moaned as the towel corner continued to play her pussy artfully. Her legs spreading wider apart, she found herself slumping back weakly against the wall, seeing her breasts expand and contract as she breathed deeper in rising lust.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

"Ohhoho...Miss DeWinter....you are as soft as ever...." Stan said excitedly. Unlike humans, he had no true shape in this plane of existence. He could take almost any form of any size and shape he chose. In this particular form, it was as though his whole body was a sexual organ, and massaging his body against hers was blissful agony. After a minute or so he started to secrete a slick substance which was a natural aphrodisiac, as well as hormone enhancer. It made his towel form appear to dampen, and he started to take some liberties with the game.

"Of course I am naughty! How could I not be..." He said as he gave her nipples a vigorous pinch before stretching his other side down to grip her asscheeks. "...with someone as delicious as you to play with!?" She was definitely going to need another shower, as his fluid was already seeping down her thighs. He knew the substance wasn't necessary, but he loved using it anyway. There was nothing sexier than a woman who has completely thrown her inhibitions to the winds.

"Landlady...I don't know if I can stand just being a towel much longer....your body is too inviting!" He groaned out perversely, slipping his corner inside her moistened pussy just deep enough to rub her upper spot. Meanwhile he kept pinching and massaging her gorgeous breasts until they were glistening with his sticky sauce. Her soft ass received the same treatment. After a few minutes of this, she would look like someone gave her a very liberal oil massage.

 

[HotTexasCowboy]

Regina's moan became a loud cry of need. Her head leaned back almost helplessly against the wall, her mouth wide open and gasping. The towel had become slick, moist, oily, and pungent smelling. And, of course, very adroit. She felt bits of it massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her squeak and wriggle within the confines of it wrapped around her upper body. But the other corners were playing freely with her pussy, rubbing her in just the right places to send her pulse racing. Her hips started dancing, as if seeking to entice something nice and thick to relieve her suffering.

"Oh... oh God, Stan! Please! My pussy, my ass, I don't care, I'm going crazy!" Stan had a way of driving her to such passions she would nearly faint with lust. He could play her body from one climax to another, or merging them together for something that would make her feel like she had found a nirvana of sexual pleasure. Her flesh already felt slick, like she was getting an oiled massage from her towel, but she didn't care. She could shower again, or spend the rest of the day wrapped in Stan's aura as he kept her hovering on the edge of oblivion or soaring over.