#she was fr just like “that's nice honey”. i am talking about a very serious matter here MOTHER. this is super serious.

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I want to here data Spider-Man backstory soooooooooo bad please

coming right up!!!!!!! it's in the form of a story because that's how my brain works and i love explaining things when it comes to spiderman or data. its lots of words and i spent like 2 hours writing it and reworking it to make sense

The crew of the Enterprise has taken notice of a nearby planet whose population is soon to be doomed by a phenomenon that they seem to be unaware of. While this planet has made contact with alien life, they are not open to doing it again. It would very much be a violation of the Prime Directive to intervene, but the Enterprise does their usual method of completely disregarding the law and helping the alien species anyways. They'll get yelled at for it later, but their current focus is the wellbeing of this planet and their people.

As they always do (I think they do, at least. If not, then they really should), the crew gets their hands on any and all information they can find on this species and their culture before they do anything. After some digging, they find that this world is the home to many super-powered individuals. While the population is more saturated with those without special abilities, those with powers are often the ones with the most say in what happens. And because the crew needs people to hear their warnings, they needed someone whose abilities could be interpreted as superpowers. Troi's empathy and Worf's strength was something of great wonder to humans, but it wouldn't be nearly as interesting to the species who already had great quantities of both of those traits.

So, as they typically do, they turn to Data for help.

His strength is greater than Worf's, his intellect is forever growing, and the most important part for this plan: Data had the ability to copy things by simply watching or by downloading it into his database. He was the perfect person for the job.

After what seemed like hours of discussion over what abilities or powers Data should obtain, it was Geordi who brought up the idea of Spider-Man.

Data, who had never taken it upon himself to learn about any Earth Superheroes, found the concept quite captivating.

Rather than getting bitten by a radioactive spider, Data's bite was in the form of a program that Geordi made to mimic the powers that a lot of the Spider-People tended to present. The program also included many arial aerobic and gymnastic lessons compressed down into only a few seconds. While the two worked together on installing some web-like spinnerets in his arm compartments, the other crew members focused on the equally important task of creating the costume that Spider-Data (as they have been calling him) would wear.

The role of a superhero was seen as the highest honor you could have on this world, and the ones with recognizable and unique costumes had an easier time spreading their message. The crew had this in mind, but the main purpose of the spider-suit would be to hide the fact that Data doesn't look the way this species does. There is a great variety in how they all present, but Data appears much more Human than they do.

Once everything has been planned and thought out, the identity of Interweb has been formed.

(The name was also Geordi's idea. Data had followed Geordi into his quarters while trying to come up with a name for people to know him as, since 'Data' was not the sort of name anyone on this world would know. Data was pacing around the room, listing off a long, long, long list of concepts and ideas, when he found that he had been pacing from the floor, to the wall, to the ceiling, wall and floor again. Geordi, who was just trying to get ready for bed, looked up at him from where he stood on the ceiling, and gave him his opinion in attempt to get Data to get the memo and leave. Data nodded in appreciation, returned to standing on the rightful surface, and left for the night. The only indication that he had been there was the shoe scuffs that he had accidently left on the ceiling)

It only took one actual training session to see that Data was already ready for this very important job. There was no improvement needed to be seen in his form or methods, and he had planned for everything. Well... Almost everything. Once he had been brought down to the surface, he had quickly realized that his sidekick had snuck into his bag when he wasn't looking.

And within a week, the alien planet was saved by Interweb and his "cat" Spot :) (No one on this planet knows what a cat or a spider is, but they weren't gonna say a thing about it because they had just been saved by the two of them and they're very thankful about it)

[thatlesbiannudistcult-stories]

Finding Goddess (Chapter 18)

"I'm still naked, aren't I?"

Carol let out a long, defeated sigh as the realization hit her, though she could no longer say it was surprising anymore. Her body was just finding more and more ways to keep itself bare that it was quickly becoming normal for her. But what really embarrassed the nudist was not the fact that she forgot to dress herself again, but that it took her almost fifteen minutes to catch this latest mishap. At least she now knew what Henrietta and Katherine were grinning so stupidly about.

"You sure are!" cackled Henri from the driver's seat.

"Took you long enough, Mommy," giggled Katherine from where she sat next to Carol in the backseat. She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid closer to the older woman to give her a hug, wanting to enjoy her nude body after clearly holding herself back for so long.

"You really should stay buckled up, Katy, it's not ohhhhhhhh!" Carol shuddered as the black girl took one of her nipples into her mouth and starting suckling on it gently.

Carol really wanted to curse herself for being such a sucker, for being so weak to the sexual whims of her current company. But...shoot, her young lover was just too good at this. And knowing she was doing something so lewd and so indecent in public, surrounded by people on all sides who had no flipping idea what she was doing...got her hot. Really, really hot. So Carol couldn't complain, and she couldn't mope. She could only lean back and enjoy it.

"Hey, Henri?" she said after a few moments, finally finding the energy to speak in between the kisses and laps Katy was sprinkling all over her breasts. "Where exactly are we going anyway?"

"Before I tell you that," said the bikini-clad woman, "have you given it any consideration? You know? Joining that lesbian nudist cult?"

"Mmmm...maybe," Carol murmured, not certain if she was moaning in pleasure or mumbling with indecision.

"Oh, good, good," said Henrietta. "Because you see, both Katy and I have been talking, and we agree that we would appreciate it if you did."

"What are you trying to do, peer-pressure me?" said Carol. "I can't outright change my religion just like that. It requires a lot of thinking. And that's without taking into account the...lifestyle changes it requires, and finding out if it's really not just some big con..."

After giving Carol's nipple one last playful flick of her tongue, Katy pushed herself away from the older woman's breast to look her in the eye. "It's not a con at all. I've been looking stuff up about the Zenrists online, and it's totally legit. There's been no criminal investigations into them at all, and nothing about them requires you to give up any money aside from what you donate to them—"

Carol rolled her eyes doubtfully. "Donations, riiiggghhht. I bet that fancy Temple we went to was paid for entirely by donations as well."

"Yeah, about that," said Henrietta. "Donations did play a big role in the construction of that place, but most of it was financed by the priestess and a bunch of her adherents, a number of whom sold their houses to build it. The Temple in New Deastone is by all accounts their home."

"Where'd you hear this?" said Carol. "Did Maisie tell you?"

"Yep! She's been telling me all sorts of things in between the kinky stuff she's done ever since she converted." At this, Henrietta let out a moan and shuddered as some sudden sexy thought played out in her head. "Ohhhh...Carol, honey, you would not believe the kind of stuff that girl has done. She's a real 'sweet-talker,' if you know what I mean. Among other things."

"Okay, I get the picture," said Carol. "But what does this have to do with where we're going?"

"Well, Carol, both Katy and I have concluded that we need a Zenrist in our life. Right here, locally in Beringall, a hot, naked woman who'll always be around to entertain us. You know, whenever we feel under the weather. And for reasons that should be obvious, we think that woman should be you."

"We want to help you decide quickly, Mommy," added Katy. "And we want to do that by giving you a real Zenrist experience!"

"You, completely naked, no clothes in sight, far from home, outside," said Henrietta, her tone getting increasingly breathier with every word she spoke. "Getting horny, ready to be pleasured at any time...and maybe, ready to pleasure us any time as well."

"I can't...I can't pleasure you anytime in public just like that," said Carol, though she couldn't deny how sexy that sounded. Goose bumps were already prickling up on her flesh and she could still feel Katy's wet lips on her tits even though the black girl had just pulled away. "I'm not a Zenrist yet! I could get in trouble! And so could you!"

"That's why we're not taking you to too public a space," said Henrietta. "Just somewhere where it'll be just us. Katy, me, you, and your wonderfully naked self."

"What, do I count as two people now?" said Carol with an amused chuckle.

"With these mommy-balls, you should be," giggled Katherine, who took that moment to fondle Carol's breasts again before leaning in and rubbing her face all over them. She cooed as the soft warm flesh squished all around her before she paused with startling abruptness. Looking up with an uncertain expression, she asked: "This is allowed with Zenrists, right?"

"Everything is allowed with Zenrists," said Henrietta in a strangely serious tone. "There is nothing a woman and a Zenrist cannot do together."

***

On the trio rode, past the city limits, off the highway, onto a side road, onto another side road with more cracks and dirt in it, until they finally came to a stop at a little parking lot situated at the mouth of a trailhead leading into a forest. Carol recognized the place.

"We're hiking on the Vage Nature Trail?"

"Not very far," said Henrietta. "We're going to take a little detour on it. Go to a nice secluded spot on the Vage Lake."

"Vage Lake, huh." Carol took note of Henrietta's bathing suit. "So you're taking us out for a swim? Or a skinny dip in my case?"

Henrietta winked at her. "That's the plan."

"I...guess I don't have anything against that," said Carol. It had been a long time since she got to go on a proper naked swim. The idea of submerging her completely bare body into a pool of natural water sounded absolutely heavenly. Still, there was a reason she hadn't done it at all recently. "But, uh, is this safe? I've never hiked the trail...like this before."

"And I never hiked it like this," said Henrietta as she gestured at her bikini. "Besides, what are the chances we'll actually bump into someone on the trail?"

Carol's eyes fell on a couple of cars also parked in the lot. "Uh."

"Don't worry about them, Mommy," said Katherine. "There's no signal out here, so no one can report you anyway."

"And even if some prude asshole did want to," added Henrietta, "they'd have to hoof it back to their car, drive to the nearest town, report to the nearest cops, and hope they'll actually care enough to drive all the way out here to arrest you. Believe me, Carol, police stink, but even they have better things to do than hunt for random perverts in the woods."

"I...guess you have a point," said Carol. Come to think of it, hiking the trail in the buff sounded like a fun idea, and a very low-risk one at that. Why hadn't she ever thought of it before?

"It's settled then! Let's go!" cheered Henrietta.

The hike proved to be a relaxing affair for the three women as they walked side-by-side in the forest. The weather was reasonably cool, the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind was soothing on the ears, and there were no bugs in sight to prey upon all the bare skin that was being displayed. About the only troubling sight was the sky, which was blanketed with gloomy grey clouds that warned of impending rain. Wouldn't be a problem for me though, Carol thought with a smug grin. It's been a while since I got to experience a proper outdoor shower.

Thinking about that brought the mother back to the immediate situation, which was that she, Henri, and Katy made a really strange sight. The black girl was the only one among them who was decently dressed for the occasion, sporting a pair of hip-hugging khaki shorts that showed off what a firm booty she was packing underneath them, as well as a camo-patterned top. It didn't fully cover her waist and left her cute belly button exposed, but it was decent enough; no one would be doing any double-takes on her if she strolled past them. Meanwhile, Henrietta was wearing her black bikini, a pair of plain brown hiking boots, and a small duffel bag of sorts over her shoulder. She just looked plain weird, wearing an assortment of stuff that didn't match in style or purpose. But Carol knew she was in no position to criticize her redheaded girlfriend's current attire, for she herself was wearing nothing but her weathered grey (formerly white) running shoes.

Here I am. Butt-naked again. This time in the wilderness. Miles away from my clothing, which is getting farther and farther away with every step I take.

She shivered all over just thinking about it. Knowing that the distance between her body and her clothing was growing steadily wider excited Carol for some odd reason. It was like she was getting even more naked now, even though she had nothing left to take off.

I wouldn't ever wear clothes if I could. I wouldn't even own clothes if I could!

Looking all around her, at the natural grace of the forest, almost completely untouched by human hands, inhabiting it in her almost completely natural state, made Carol start to feel strangely wistful. The women in Zenriah's time were so lucky. They got to enjoy the natural world like this all the time. They could go anywhere, do anything, do any girl without guilt or shame. And they did it all naked. They never wore clothing. They didn't even have a concept of clothing. Just living and loving in the presence of the Goddess the way She made them...that was all they ever needed. She sighed. I wish I could have lived in that time.

Carol frowned and cast her eyes downward, feeling her heart clench up as that familiar sensation of emptiness started to come over her again. Damn it, not now. Why does thinking about the Goddess make me feel so...

A hand passed over her butt and gave one of her cheeks a reassuring squeeze. Almost immediately, the feeling of melancholy left her. Looking to her right, Carol's eyes fell upon the smiling face of her fake daughter, Katherine. Just seeing it warmed the nudist's heart, enough to make her lean in and give the black girl a gentle kiss on the lips. Another hand passed over her left butt cheek and gave it a squeeze in turn, prompting Carol to turn to her other lover, Henrietta, and kiss her as well.

As she pulled back and set her eyes back on the trail, Carol got to thinking again. Divine Language of the Goddess, hm. I wonder if we're speaking it right now? According to Celeste and the Scripture of Zenriah, lesbianism was a way, if not the way, for women to communicate with each other. Every intimate gesture, whether it was a from a tender caress, a gentle kiss on the lips, a circular lick on the nipple, or even an orgasm, conveyed a thought, emotion, or idea, and it did so in a way that the spoken and written word could not. Even a playful squeeze of a girl's butt cheek said something. Still sensing the ghost her girlfriends' hands on both sides of her posterior, and feeling a little tingly from them, Carol wondered just what they were unconsciously saying to her when they touched her like that. Were they just obvious statements like "You're so hot, Carol," and "Nice butt, Carol?" Were they assuring her that everything would be okay? Or did they tell her something more personal, something they had never said to her before? And what would it be like to 'hear' them?

Carol couldn't help but ponder as she walked alongside her lovers. They hiked a little more up the trail until they turned down a slightly less beaten side path that led them to their destination: Vage Lake. The trees thinned out on the footpath approaching it, leaving the area around the water bare save for some tall grass and a few rocks jutting out here and there. Off to the side, there was an old wooden deck where people could presumably go fish on, but no one really did that on this side of the lake. If people wanted to fish, canoe, or do any other water-filled activities, they did so on the opposite shore, which was closer to the road and had more developed facilities. This side of Vage Lake was really more for those who wanted to take in the view.

Or do something of a naughtier, more legally-ambiguous nature.

"This looks like a nice spot," said Henrietta as she knelt down on one decently leveled patch of ground. From her bag, she pulled out and unfurled a quilt to serve as their little picnic blanket. "Come, Carol, sit down here."

Carol would have been happy to oblige her normally, but Katherine was all too either to take the older woman by the hand and guide her to it, escorting her like she was some kind of princess. As Carol took her seat in a feminine sideways position, she flinched as her bare skin made contact with the quilt, which was softer and more plush than a picnic blanket had any right to be.

"Do you want me to take your shoes, Mommy?" said Katherine.

Carol wiggled her toes. Going barefoot outside was always risky, but then, she did fancy the idea of being completely naked out here. Her feet were starting to feel awfully cramped anyway, and the shoes honestly just looked silly and out of place on her otherwise completely bare body. Looking at her two very happy girlfriends, it seemed they wanted to spoil her. If that was the case, who was Carol to deny them? "Yes, please. Thank you."

She extended one leg out to Katherine, allowing the black girl to untie the laces and pull it off. Her smile widened as the shoe slid off her foot, exposing her heel, sole, and then her toes to the world. Giddily, Carol wiggled the now exposed digits, excited by how free they were and how much more naked she now felt. Then she pulled her leg back, and gave Katherine her other foot. In less than a minute, the other shoe was off, and Carol was now completely nude.

"Mmmmm," she murmured, reveling in the sudden rush of sensation that she could now feel everywhere on her body. Being naked felt so good. It's why she loved to be in that state every chance she got.

"Is that good, Mommy?" said Katherine as she sat down on her knees, looking like an excited puppy.

"More than good. It's divine," said Carol. Sitting up on her own knees, she took the younger girl's face into her hands and gave her a tender kiss on the lips. "Such a good daughter." Katherine's smile did not waver, but her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink at Carol's comment. She kissed Katherine again, this time more deeply, lingering on the younger girl's lips longer. She was compelled to press herself even harder against Katherine when two fingers suddenly brushed against her nipple tips and started tracing circles in the air around them. Carol shuddered all over, her flesh rippling in delight as her tits extended out just a little longer.

In ancient times, she really could become my daughter, she thought, taking a deep breath, if only to press Henrietta's fingers even harder on her nipples. Henri and I could make love by the side of a lake, much like this one. She would impregnate me. Nine months later, I'd give birth to a beautiful baby girl named Katy. We'd raise her together, teach her all there was to know about the Goddess, Her wonder, Her beauty, Her love...the only things worth knowing in the world...

Her hands slithered against Katy's stomach, slipping under the hem of her shirt.

Then we would go to the Goddess. Present Her newest bride to Her. Show Her all the things Katy learned from Henri and I. And all the things we learned together forming our union.

She pawed at the black girl's shirt starting to pull it up.

Katy would take Her lips. Henri Her nipples. And me...I'd take...I'd take...

She was tingling hard, growing increasingly wetter, her inner self was starting to peer out.

I'd take...!

Henrietta pulled away. There was a ruffling sound in her bag, as though she was digging around inside it, before she pulled something out. "Carol, honey, eat this," she said.

Carol pulled away from Katherine to see what Henrietta was offering her. She was greeted by a length of succulent meat cooked to a rich golden brown hue and dripping with sauce. The smell of smoke, salt, and sesame told her that her friend had brought Chinese for their little outing, bourbon chicken in this instance. Feeling her mouth water at the sight, the naked woman obliged her friend and leaned forward to take a bite, sinking her teeth into the closest chunk of meat and sliding it off the skewer. A few drops of sauce dribbled off it and spattered on her breast, and as she rolled the piece of chicken around her tongue to enjoy the rich flavor, they ran daintily down the curve of her orb, dripping onto the red circle of her areola and against the side of her sensitive nub.

After swallowing her first piece, Carol leaned forward to take another, hovering parallel to the skewer for an easier bite. She bit a chunk off the next piece of meat, splitting it between her teeth and pulling it apart in raggedy white strips. More drops of sauce fell, one landing square on the erect nipple of her other breast. Katherine seized that moment to lick it off, flicking the nub excitedly with her tongue before pulling the whole rosebud into her lips and suckling on it as if it would give her more of that sweet, saline flavor.

"I think you could use some more energy," said Henrietta as she put the chicken skewer away and brought out another item. "Have some rice."

She extended a pair of chopsticks up to Carol's lips, holding a gob of white rice between them, each grain so sticky that they stayed neatly clumped together even as they were held aloft in the air. Carol gladly took it into her mouth, alongside the next bite Henrietta offered her, and the bite after that. And all the while, Katherine continued to play with her boobs, massaging and squeezing them with both her hands and her mouth.

"Would you like a drink?" said Henrietta, pulling out a bottle which released a distinct pop sound that could only come from a suddenly loosened cork.

The sweet, fruity aroma of fresh wine filled Carol's nostrils, awakening another kind of thirst in her. "Yes, please," she whispered, already feeling it on the tip of her tongue. She loved wine, fancied herself a connoisseur of the stuff actually. She'd drink nothing else if she could. She opened her mouth eagerly to accept her lover's gift. She was not disappointed; Henrietta tipped the bottle and poured it delicately into her. It wasn't a fancy or expensive wine of course, but to Carol, who was as happy as she could be, naked, outdoors, horny, and being licked by a beautiful young lady, it was more than enough to make her taste buds dance.

She drank happily, taking small rhythmic gulps as Henrietta slowly pulled the bottle away from her. She poured wine on Carol's tongue, then on her teeth, and then onto her lips, until more of the liquid was dribbling down her chin than down her throat. Then she tipped the bottle more, pouring an even greater stream onto the naked woman. She jumped when the fluid hit her breast, chilling every inch of skin that it splashed upon. For an instant, Carol's boob looked like a big, juicy grape as the whole mass of flesh was painted a delicious shade of maroon. Then it slid down her stomach, dipped into her navel, and finally cascaded down her crotch, soaking the trimmed black hairs down there, and seeping into the crevice within.

Katherine lapped that up too. She licked the wine off Carol's skin, sucking in little pinches of flesh to slurp just a little bit more of the sweet-smelling liquid. A bit even fell into her hair and streamed down her face and neck, but she didn't care. She was too distracted by the body of her 'mommy,' glistening, wet, and tasting of the finest thing in life.

Henrietta pushed Carol down until she was lying on her back, and then poured more wine on her body. She poured it on the naked woman's other breast, on her shoulder, on her stomach, and on her thighs. Then she looked at the slightly parted lips of Carol's vulva, licked her own lips at the sight of it, and poured the drink directly into them.

Carol jolted and gasped as the shock hit her, splaying her legs and arching her back in a way that thrust her whole form up in the air, chest, stomach, and crotch. This pumped her mound even harder into the gentle shower of burgundy rain, catching more of the heavenly liquid within her ripened flower, wettening her petals, enflaming her core...

"Mmmm," murmured Henrietta as she watched her lover convulse, soaked in wine and feminine pleasure. "I think I'm feeling a little thirsty myself." Stowing the now nearly empty bottle, the redheaded woman lowered herself to all fours until she was looking directly into Carol's twitching, heaving pussy, drenched, dripping, and smelling of nectar and wine.

"AH...GLAHHH!" Carol cried as Henri charged forward, thrusting her head in between her legs. She nuzzled the naked woman's nethers, rubbing her lips and her nose all over Carol's womanhood. She licked every inch of her sensitive flesh and breathed deeply into it, catching every individual trace, fleck, and vapor of wine that still lingered on Carol's thighs, that still shimmered on her trimmed hairs, that still slid on the skin of her mound, and that still appeared to ooze from the pores of her wet, pulsating sex.

Carol bit her lips as her lover licked and lapped at her innards, slurping the juicy cocktail brewing within. Henrietta's tongue and lips seemed to be everywhere, licking, tasting, and sucking the sloshing petals of the nudist's vagina. Henrietta was drinking her wine, drinking her nectar, drinking her essence, and the more she drank of Carol, the more drink Carol produced in turn with every buck of her hips.

"MMM! MMM! MMMMM!"

She was hot. She was kicking her pelvis into the air, pushing herself harder against Henri's face. Her hands were balled up on the blanket, holding onto the fabric for dear life, as if her naked body was going to fall into the sky if she even considered letting go. But she dared not open her mouth, for fear of who would hear her screams. She had to maintain control...she had to maintain control...

"Do it, Mommy," whispered Katherine as she ran her own tongue along the underside of Carol's breast, lapping up an especially deep pool of fruity aroma around it. "Let it all out."

"I...I...OHHHH!" Carol groaned, trying to voice a straight thought and failing. She couldn't talk, she couldn't think. Not with Henrietta eating—and drinking—her out like this. Not with Katy suddenly latching onto her wine-soaked nipple again. Not with the running and dripping and oozing and splashing of wine all around her...all over her...inside her. "I can't...I can't...OH MY...GAWWWWWWDEEEESSSSS! OH! GODSS! YES! YES! GODSS! YES! OH! OH! GODDESS! YES!"

She bucked and thrashed as her orgasm tore out of her, writhing around on the blanket as if she was chained to it. Muscles clenched and went taut all around her, toes curled, and the enticing aroma of sweet wine and musty womanly essence flooded into her nostrils and poured onto her tongue as she gasped for breath, a lingering ripple from each fiery explosion that erupted from her loins.

By the time it subsided, Carol had only enough time to take in three breaths before the scent returned in full force, alongside the now even stronger taste as Henrietta's lips engulfed her own.

"I think I may have found the Goddess myself," whispered the redhead as she pulled back, breathing heavily. "And She's lying right here under me."

"Woman is the physical manifestation of Zenriah," Carol said, her tone faint, her voice breathy, almost as if she was in a trance, addressing no one but talking to everyone, even though she had the distinct impression she was responding to her friend, telling her something vital, something important. "All that She is. All that She desires. Taught to become a goddess in and of herself."

She half-yawned and half-moaned, stretching herself out on the blanket, loving how it glided against her skin. She took hold of her breasts, squeezed them, pinched her still erect nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. Then she slid them down her body, one rubbing her stomach and coming to rest at her thigh, while the other went down her side and around to her derriere. She squeezed both. She felt wet and sticky all over, damp with perspiration, saliva, and wine. On her skin, on her breasts, and inside her still moist flower.

This is the Goddess' doing. This is the Goddess' work. I must commit to my duty. I must honor Her creation.

Carol spread her legs.

"Are you still thirsty, Mommy?" said Katherine.

"She is," nodded Henrietta. "Good thing I brought more wine!"

Again, Carol was treated to a shower of burgundy. It was poured less conservatively than the last one, first on her lips, then on her face, all over her hair, and then down the length of her body. Henrietta took care to drench her thighs and her legs too, before ending things with a sprits over her pussy. Then Katy sprinkled rice onto her, covering her with hundreds of little white grains that clung to her wet body before following up with a smothering of sauce that she lathered here and there all over Carol's skin. They pulled out more bits of food, including skewers of chicken, chunks of pork, and bits and pieces of broccoli, and dropped those on her as well, some on her belly, some into her cleavage, some on her shoulders, and some onto her thighs, where they would roll down between her legs and come to rest on either side of her Venusian mound. Some pieces they would leave alone, some bits they would take hold of and press into her body to ensure they clung to her sticky flesh, some morsels they would roll on her sensitive skin to get them further covered in the mixture of wine and rice and sauce.

And when they were finally satisfied, they began to feast on her.