4 comments/ 33306 views/ 3 favorites Spirit of Halloween By: LitEroCat [Revised and fixed missing pieces 10/12/09] Sue struggled over which costume to wear to the *ADULTS ONLY* party for which we were already late. Though she favored a body-paint only getups, there was no way to do it right and dry in seconds. I jokingly suggested she could be ready in two minutes if she went in her long blonde wig and boots, otherwise totally nude, as Lady Godiva. She slapped my arm. “What? This is a great excuse to show off your cute little boobs and great nipples to neighbors and strangers alike. And you KNOW we all love watching your precious little ass duck walk away from us, especially if it’s bare.” “You say the sweetest things, but what about the rest of me?” “Oh stop! Don’t I complement you enough every day? Everyone there will drool over those sexy legs and, depending on how you sit, that beautiful pussy. Have I talked you into it yet?” “Umm, nope. But you did give me an idea... this pale white nightie with the wig and boots AND my faux pearl necklace works for me. I’ll go as the GHOST of Lady Godiva. I don’t wear the nightie around here since it’s two sizes too big, but as an adult costume that means it will slip and slide all over and maybe off me too.” “The elvish cut will help too. The wide cuts in front and sides let your sweet thighs tease us and for at least a few minutes, they’ll be guessing if you have anything under it. Shaving your bush was a good idea or they would know right away since the frock is at least translucent. I can’t wait to see you stand in front of a lamp. You’ll remember to do that for us too?” “Of course my love. And I’ll spread my legs wide so all y’all can see my pussy thru the night gown. Let’s go!” “You didn’t comment on my costume. What do you think?” I did a half twirl for her viewing pleasure. “Yeah, don’t ask.” She opened her mouth wide and thrust a bobbing finger into it in a gagging motion. Nice! As we approached the house on the dark sidewalk, no one could clearly see my wife tease me with her fearless walk. Her hands slapped the nearly gossamer costume and pushed the wide flaps up and apart. The undarted part of the hem nearly reached mid thigh, yet her bouncy walk and motions had it lifting to her hips and exposing her bared ass and pussy to any who might be watching closely. She smirked at the freedom. The mustard and black house reminded us this was the perfect Halloween site. It didn’t look so odd in daylight, but now it was dimly lit with flickering electric candles. Twisted orange/black streamers across windows and running out to the three big shade trees on the cemetery lawn littered with listing joke headstones added to the demented decor. Now lit by the moon, it seemed highlighted in eerie silver shadows. Realistic, thick skeletons & cobwebs added to the creepiness. As we crossed the tombstone gate, we could hear the expected drones of THRILLER blasting. The doorbell made the sound of a gun cocking followed by a loud BOOM that made us jump away. Not bad! When the door opened, a shrouded spider on fishing line dropped onto our heads. Sue ducked and brushed it away with a little shriek. Her quick movement let a shoulder strap fall off and her left tit pop out over the scooped neck of her frock. She was deliberately slow to tuck it away and while everyone near the door stared, our host bounded up to us. With a loud whistle of appreciation for my wife’s tit he quickly put a pumpkin shooter (pumpkin/dark rum/cinnamene/nutmeg) in Sue’s right hand to further delay her from covering her tit. She looked at me for advice, but I just smiled and licked my mouth as I stared slowly down to her luscious, perfect, hardening nipple. It felt too soon to just scoop it into my mouth. Steve scanned my Swartzenegger costume with it’s sprayed on six-pack and other faux muscle definitions then at the loose-fitting Speedo-thong. He shook his head and stared back at Sue’s tiny tit. Sue thanked Steve for the complement and the drink before leading me, by pulling the Speedo, into the crowd of at least fifty people. When we reached a spot near a table lamp, she slowwwly shifted hands and tucked her tit away. She was sure to check that she left me tenting my Speedo which she had pulled down enough to expose an inch of wood. We looked at the varied costumes. Some were elaborate and creative, some totally uninspired yet adult themed. Some men and women came dressed only in paint; one sexy woman had a dark orange baby pumpkin painted over her bare pussy with two more stacked up one level then three on the next tier, then four, then five, four and finally three at tit level with the rounded tops ending before the top curves of her boobs. One solitary, bright green vine wrapped around her back and over her otherwise very shapely and very bare pink ass. I couldn’t wait to watch her bend over. She also had a pumpkin, full face mask. One nude woman was painted as STORM from X-Men and there was another Lady Godiva. That one was all nude with ass-long blonde hair. My Sue, barely covered, was much more alluring. We saw a headless horsewoman carrying and offering everyone head. Another had a vibrating ‘tongue’ sticking out of her pussy so, she said, it can lick back. There were other props around the house too. What the hell could be scarier than a disembodied, moist, licking tongue? You stumble into the bathroom, open the medicine cabinet and your curiosity is rewarded with this thing squirming out at you, just . . . licking and stuff. One man wore a Dildo Gas Mask- I remember seeing that in a catalog with the warning, “We're not really sure about the logistics involved in this, although it does vaguely remind us of a He-man action figure we once saw. Also, safe sex is important and if you have a habit of releasing tear gas during love making then this is right up your alley, so to speak.” The central party prop, planted at a steep angle in the middle of one room, was a long box. It was shaped like a coffin from the old West: two pyramids attached at shoulder level, two feet wide at the top and bottom, expanding to nearly three feet at shoulder height. The lid was barely distinguishable from the base and there seemed to be no way to open it. It was painted to look like wood, but was much harder and lighter, felt metallic and oddly cold. An ornate painted dagger was near the top, placed like a crucifix & dripping blood. With a dim, sweeping spotlight on it, it was beyond odd, beyond spooky. It felt threatening. Someone brought electric gloves as part of his Frankenstein costume. He quoted the catalog, “electrocute the living shit out of yourself, your partner, the cat, the mailman, or anyone else you can chase down and grab hold of. As an added bonus, it will all be super sexy.” It was funny to watch him grope and zap women. I bet it can be a useful toy in bed too! Three women came in spandex full body suits. I wondered how long those would stay on as the house warmed up. Someone came AS a love doll with three tits. They squirted when squeezed. A couple came in normal slacks. But when you looked at their backs, they were bare assed in chaps with a pig tail butt plug in each of them. One man came in normal clothes topped with an oversized red polo shirt. It took a few seconds to notice that the shirt was filled with a very big pair of fake boobs - maybe a 42-FFF? Probably my favorite costume was a sexy, big boobed woman who came in a pale blue cotton panty and white cotton T-shirt. The unique part of the costume was that SHE had written in dark felt on the back ‘ Wet T-shirt contest winner’ and on the front ‘Make me WET!’ I was one of the first to grab a small glass of chilled water and throw it on her chest. The cotton vanished and her nipples instantly stood tall. She laughed and said she wondered how long THAT would take. Soon her face was soaked too. She began wringing out her shirt over a bowl, thus exposing her wet and nearly invisible panty too. Her thin nest was obvious as were her swollen labia. I loved the sight and scooped water from the bowl, pulled her panty forward and dumped the water inside. Her leap backward nearly tore off her panty, but certainly gave me a prolonged vista as it dropped to her thighs. Sue was nearby and looked inside the wet girl’s pussy too. She rubbed her own pussy and gasped a bit. Steve found us again, after several drinks he was uncharacteristically handsy. ....With Sue, not me. He put another shot in Sue’s hand and kept his other hand on her ass. She told him he didn’t need to get her drunk since we were all hoping for the same thing tonight! I watched him fondle my wife shamelessly as he spoke to us. His wife, Laura, pressed against me and watched his hands too. She wore a paltry grass skirt and just three lays around her slim neck to cover her bountiful, beautiful breasts. “Don’t forget, Al, this IS an adult party and we expect lots of touchy-feely contacts all night. Feel free to fondle whoever is closest to you.” And she bumped me again, with a sexy vixen smile. I took the hint and squeezed her ass before finding my way thru the grass shards of her ‘skirt’. She clamped my swollen dick, first over then inside my Speedo. “I see you’re enjoying watching my husband fondling your wife.” With one hand, she pulled my hard cock over the Speedo while the other went under the thong and against my puckered hole. Several people watched her expose me. That seemed to fuel their own touching explorations. Was this the same shy, sweet, innocent Laura I used to know? Sue and Steve watched my hand vanish. I’m sure they could image my wringing her bare ass cheeks and knew the instant my finger found her damp pussy. Besides her little lurch, she spread her legs to admit my searching fingers inside her vault. Our inane chatter continued so as to barely conceal what we were doing in the middle of a crowded room. ***whoosh*** I don’t know or care if the others heard the brief air rush and the little shriek that followed. I assumed it was another prop, probably to blow the women’s skirts up. Sue certainly didn’t need her skirt blown up. She was in front of a lamp again with her legs wide apart, but Steve wasn’t satisfied with that so he shortly lifted her skirt even higher. “ ughhh, ahm Steve, where did you guys get the odd casket? And WHY haven’t we gotten together before now like this?” Sue put her hand inside Steve’s loose pirate pantaloons. “Ohhhhh ummm, Ebay! Local pickup. There’s a long story behind it and I have a part in it too. Did you see the bright blue light high in the sky one late night in September last year? I remember the boom with it woke me to blue light thru shaded windows. I woke Laura and jumped out of bed in time to see the VERY bright blue spot fall very fast in an arc. I know meteors and space junk falling burn red-orange with flashes of white. This was different. It REALLY scared me big time when I saw it CHANGE its fraken arc! That was a controlled descent and I saw it slow as it dropped. Look at me! I’m still shaking just remembering it though I LOVE the idea of meeting an E.T. How could you miss it? Even when it came low, I couldn’t see past the bright blue light or flame. Just before I lost sight of it, the pole transformers started arcing and sparking and street lights went out. I couldn’t decide if this were just a movie set or a real incident. My hands shook so much that when I decided to call, I could barely press 911. I felt like some idiot kook trying to sound rational while report a U.F.O., but THAT’s exactly what it was.” “Well, I’m a very sound sleeper so unless the sound was extremely loud, I’d sleep thru it. What happened? Do they know where it landed?” Laura’s face and chest flushed as I casually pumped my fingers into her. I pulled her three lays down her back and exposed her puckered, hard nipples to the room. Sue gulped and flushed. That wasn’t just from watching me. Steve was blatantly rubbing her asshole while the other hand held her wide frock slits open and up high. Anyone around us could see that hand stroking her bared pussy and ultimately fingering her as I fingered Laura. When Sue downed her next shooter, her left tit popped into the open again. This time Steve leaned into it and broadly and slowly licked it before latching onto her tall, hard nipple with his teeth. I know how heady her musk smells and tastes so it was time to taste Laura. Her tits were so plush compared to Sue’s. ***whooosh*** I watched our spouses watch me as I licked and sucked Laura. When my teeth bit her nipple, she shuddered and moaned. “I got mixed signals from 911. They were quick to say power lines shorted out and flashed blue, but they evaded my questions of why I saw it so high in the sky at first. The next day there was barely a mention of power outages on the news. I hate to say ‘coverup’, but I KNOW what I reported so they can’t say they never heard my version. I think I was shaking more from excitement than fear. I knew roughly where it, umm, landed so if I didn’t hear anything in a day or two, I was going to go look for it. I was sure the area would be sealed off at least that long and I was right.” Sue was slowly jerking Steve’s moderate dick as Laura jerked me openly so we were too busy to notice that some girls vanished when they got too near the coffin. There was a ***whoosh*** and they were gone. Shortly someone watched and later reported what was happening. They said the casket lid barely cracked open, a spindly arm grabbed the nearest woman and pulled her INSIDE somehow thru the tiny opening. What they didn’t know, couldn’t know, until we later forced our way in, was that it was it was MUCH bigger inside than out. Two walls partially covered with electronic ‘windows’ allowed the occupant to watch the party and outside the house. IT could then reach out and snatch somebody who strayed too close. Many instruments and a holographic console took up the other corners of the front room. Three big rooms were visible from the entry ‘lid’, with more around the next corners- an impossible setup! ~~~~~~~~~~~ ET immediately put women thru a vibe shower to dissolve all clothing so they were quickly nude. He sucked a tit on the first girl who came in paint only. “Plurrrgh whed een fyre tat ees?” “System adjusting xlator, to read ‘What the HELL is that.’” “Yes, system. Language seems better to match what we hear in group meeting here.” ~~~~~~~~~ “uhhhh OHH Laura! Umm, Steve, how do you know where it went? Was it close to here?” “Hard to say. I know the -ohhhhh Sue that’s great- direction and I saw some reddish flames after it landed, so I expected to find some charring. I couldn’t reach you to ask you to come, so I called Larry. It was over a week before the area was unsealed from the ‘power line problem’. Only because I had a good idea where in the heavy woods it landed, we only had to scour a small area. We didn’t expect to find anything, but it’s a great excuse to take out his gyrocopter. We flew low and slow over the area and found a spot to land near it.” ~~~~~~~~ Each time ET opened the lid to snatch another snatch, a naked ghostly figure slipped out of the casket/ship and trolled the party as an agent of the ET. IT would suck the life of the captives thru their tits and pussy. We’d learn that IT left enough energy to sustain the ghost form for just one day. Each time a ghost left the coffin, the room chilled a little more. We should have noticed all this happening, but we were too wrapped up in our random orgies! ~~~~~~~~~ “The feds did a through job of covering all evidence and it would blend perfectly into the landscape in a month or two, but we had the advantage. From the air, we could see a vague trail of trees broken or charred by the landing, and then cut down to hide the trail. The ground was landscaped and covered. We followed the wispy trail to the edge of a small lake and landed there.” Though I still listened to Steve’s recounting and Sue’s moans, I couldn’t look at him or see what they were up to since my mouth was either on Laura’s tantalizing tits or on her mouth. Our tongues dueled then danced in her mouth. SHE was bliss. When I caught a glimpse of them, I saw both shoulders of Sue’s frock were at her elbows so the top was down nearly to her navel and Steve bit and stretched her sensitive nipples. He’d also draped her bottom slits over his arm and pushed the rest up so the whole frock looked like a belt held above her navel. She was nude to the room and had one leg on a table so Steve could get four fingers deep into her sopping snatch. “After sweeping aside the loose ground cover, we found the end of the track that had been freshly plowed. It wasn’t deep and there was no sign of any craft. On a hunch, I followed the line to the lake and stared into the clear water for several minutes and saw nothing special. Disappointed, I turned away, but caught a glimmer that was out of place. The water shimmied and revealed a straight edge about 8 feet long. I called to Larry and he jumped in the water with me to outline my find. We couldn’t budge it, but did define it by feel. It was about 8 feet long by two feet wide by two feet deep. Whatever it was, it was too small to be a maned craft. IF this were the fallen craft, it had to be a fragment or maybe an instrument probe. We didn’t see any sign of an engine or portals, so we decided it was unlikely to be E.T. or the space object I wanted. “Sunset was in one hour, so we flew back disappointed. I blogged what I saw and gave GPS numbers for the lake. After a few days of frenzied interest, the blog stream went dead and I put it all behind me. It wasn’t until just last month that I saw it listed on EBAY with the seller’s story.” Laura’s breathtaking facial beauty was stunning. A perfect 10 of 10. Steve and I drooled over her beauty daily since the day we met her in a computer science class years earlier. I never understood what cruel twist of fate sent me out of her life long enough for Steve to grow closer to her. When we finally saw her petite form in a tiny bikini, we agreed her body was also perfection. That stunning visage matched her cherubic, unassuming personality. Still trying to listen to Steve, I had ripped most of the grass strips off the front of Laura’s skirt leaving her exposed thigh to thigh. What lovely, sexy legs! I knelt to lick those thighs and kiss her adorable pussy. This was my first close, live inspection of her bare pussy. It was nearly as beautiful as Sue’s and I wanted her to see it too. For now, my tongue would continue to inspect it deeply. Lovely Laura lifted one leg onto the same table Sue was on and her beautiful, wet, plush and fragrant pussy opened for me. I feasted on it, drinking all her sweet elixir I could scavenge. She was as tasty as Sue! After sucking all the dripping nectar there was, I prompted Laura by her waist to stand on the table, tossing her lays to a watching couple. Once she towered over the room, I snapped her skirt off and bowed to her totally naked form as if a worshiper. She looked a bit nervously at the crowd as most of them stared at her beauty. I had her spread her legs and expose her still plump pussy to all of them before I pushed my face back into it. Steve took the brief respite to pull out his thick cock and introduce it to my wife’s gorgeous cunt. I saw him plunge deep into it and heard her shriek her climax a little louder than normal for the attention. As I licked and fingered Laura on the table, I noticed ‘pumpkin girl’ watching us. When she caught my eye, she walked slowly toward me. She walked past the table and bent with straight legs to search thru a treats bowl. Her swollen pussy was aimed directly at me and stayed there while I drooled at the beautiful sight. Laura noticed and called her over by name to ask if she wanted ‘some of this’ - meaning me. With paint on her tits and pussy front, I wasn’t about to lick them so I turned her around, pulled her nipples and fingered her pussy from behind. When she moaned and spread her legs for me, I bent her over the table under Laura. Though I wanted to feel Laura’s heat on my cock, I wanted this pumpkin too. With her tits on the table and her ass in the air, I easily pushed into her sopping pussy. She screamed with the first three thrusts then shifted to moans. While I pumped the stranger and relished her hot, welcoming snatch, I pushed my tongue and fingers back into Laura. While half the room watched, Sue came again on Steve’s dick, the stranger came and collapsed on mine, I exploded into her and Laura pushed against the ceiling as she came with several explosive shudders and moans. The scent of sex filled my nose as it must have filled the room. Spirit of Halloween Nightmare Spirit of Halloween Nightmare © Literocat 2013 [If you haven't read Spirit of Halloween already, you may want to read or reread it now though this story does stand alone. All the lines in italics are directly out of the earlier story.] ====== Four years ago ====== "Mmmmm, oh honey, ummm what a nice way to wake me. I thought you got enough last night, stud." When I forced one eye open, I saw the clock read 5:35 A.M.! He was up an hour earlier than usual, really, really UP! Though kneeling between my ankles with his chilly tongue teasing up my thigh, his big sausage sized snake weighed heavily on my calves. Still somnambulant, I enjoyed the cold fire my sweet sweet husband brought me. Only after I came twice was I finally awake enough to remember his sacrifice last night. He saved me from the ET, shouted his love for me, but clearly loved me to death - his. I looked down at his lovely, wispy face and he grinned at me. "Sue, I realized what happened when I looked in the mirror. We have several hours left before I have to go. Or we can burn brightly for just a few hours. Your choice my love." I gasped, horrified at the reality that crushed me as I read the clock thru his loving body.... ============ Present =================== "Where am.... How.... What's happ.... Why is the air dark grey and cloudy? Who is speaking so muddledly? And why.... why does it feel like the walls are red balloons with people squeezing them and my room smaller and smaller? Why am I naked? HELLO! WHO'S OUT THERE? CAN YOU HEAR ME?" I looked at the dim, fuzzy glow near me. It was just my clock. "My clock?" Squinting, I saw the time was 5:35 A.M.! "AAAAAYYYYYYyyy....." I woke screaming, again! Steve or Laura or both hardly woke anymore though they often slept next to me. I've been told that the scream was an impossible combination of fear, shock, horror, terror and mourning in one. Since I lost the love of my life to that monster, every arrant night for the last four years I bolt upright at exactly 7:35 A.M. That was not the moment he died, but the instant he transitioned out of our physical plane to wherever his spirit went. No amount of sedatives has helped me sleep past that minute, but they did help me return to a still fretful sleep. Once awake, I just lie in bed all day, moribund, waiting for something to change. Life --sigh-- goes on. Well, maybe for everyone else, but not for me. The endless days are all the same. Each day, I vaguely remembered enjoying the party, hating the lockjaw and sore asshole and pussy and feeling my boots, nightie and necklace dissolve around me in a chilly breeze. Then I struggled painfully to ultimately see Al just as he gets sucked into the coffin; feel his icy loving cock inside me; ....watch him dissolve. THAT'S when I wake up screaming again. This has been my life for FOUR DEAD years. Then the deep, deadly depression worsens. Every time I ask, Steve or Laura remind me of that malevolent night. No matter how hard I try, I still have no memory of how many cocks I sucked or stuffed in me, how many protein snacks I swallowed or otherwise captured or how I ultimately got home. All that was eclipsed by the noble sacrifice my Al made for me. I didn't realize how much I loved him until I lost him. Once Al pulled me from the clutches of that evil E.T., I only had a second before the lid snapped shut with Al inside. Laura tells me that was about 2:00 A.M. and THEN they noticed that nearly every woman at the party was a hovering wraith. She called the police, who dismissed the 'drunken reports' the remaining and naked guests gave until they saw the last of the wraiths sweep across the ceiling and vanish before them. They took statements, admired Laura's stunning face and beautiful bare body, and quickly brought in experts and tools to try to open the casket. Luckily, someone photographed all sides of the coffin, even the bottom. The photos revealed writing in an unknown format. That, the impossible hardness of the light metal, and all the eyewitness reports prevented wholesale arrests of everyone left alive. Steve keeps telling me that I had been sedated by EMTs before the bomb squad attacked the alien device with diamond cutters and jaws of life around 4:00 A.M. When I still hysterically fought them off, they left me sitting naked at the far end of the same room. When they finally made their first tiny scratch and broke thru the dense brown coating, the coffin began vibrating. They stopped, but before we could clear the room, the pod vibrated faster and louder until it went ultrasonic. In seconds, it swelled then imploded in a huge, silent, green flash that left behind tacky green ashes of the pod and its display stand. Yet the carpeting wasn't even singed! In the scramble, Steve grabbed handfuls of ashes and hid them in a bag in one of the pumpkins. His hunch was critical. Knowing I needed the reassurance of my own home, not a hospital and certainly not their home, Steve and Laura moved in with me for more than a year after losing Al. They said I was nearly catatonic so they fed me, bathed me, carried me to the toilet, arranged for a therapist who would make house calls, secured a physical therapist and learned how to give me daily PT since I barely moved on my own. Steve reminded me again that he put me in bed with the same blanket I had around me when the EMTs transported me. He hoped that the texture and scent would help me. I was already naked, so he didn't need to undress me, though he confessed he would have enjoyed that. Before laying the blanket on me, he admitted that he checked me briefly. He put a hand on my forehead and a palm on my mons. After a moment of light pressure, he said he swivelled his palm so he could slip a finger into me to check my response. I had none at all. He and Laura drained a full cup of sperm and cleaned my cerise, inflamed pussy before he pushed a finger inside again and searched for my G-spot. Even when he found it, I didn't respond. They wrapped me up and slept with me. Yet, I still don't remember their being there when I woke screaming or when they slipped me another pill. When I fought them over swallowing yet another pill, they pushed a prescription vaginal suppository into me. "Pee, and poo go." With Steve's urging, I eventually staggered with him to the toilet. I don't know if he took joy in spreading open my labia and, to prevent me from overspraying onto the floor, blocking my liquid gold with his bare hand, or if he enjoyed bending me over a hamper to wipe my ass while his wife watched. When Laura would wipe and wash my ass, she then fingered me as Steve fucked my mouth. I barely noticed and didn't care. Each time they repeated this, it was my 'first' time, again. He confessed to bathing with me and taking liberties with me in the bath. While we bathed, he pushed his mini dick into my mouth and had me swallow his spew. It seems Laura sometimes did the same with her sex flow. They claimed that they believed that keeping me naked all the time and using sex aromas, arousal and tastes were helpful to reclaim missing memories. At least one of them fingered and ate me daily. Steve often used my ass to catch his cream. After that first month, Steve alternated with Laura most nights to stay with me since they still felt it was unsafe for me to be alone. It was nearly six months before I spoke to them coherently and they thought that I could understand and benefit from therapy. They let all my body hair grow all those months, unchecked and ignored by me. When I obtusely confided that I hadn't had any sex since their Halloween party, alone or with another, they looked at me askance since either of them hadn't left my side since then. I didn't remember that Steve had fucked all my holes frequently. Laura sitting on my face was fruitless and the variety of vibrators was used only by them. They both selflessly and generously offered to help with sex. When ready for various therapies, they decided to shave me. Laura shaved my legs and plucked my nipples while Steve shaved my pubes, rolled my cunt open and shaved my labia. Four therapists refused to work in a naked home. The fifth physical therapist they contacted agreed to weekly home visits if they agreed to allow safe sex with him. I didn't care. I watched passively as he fucked my mouth and pussy. The first day with a sex therapist, still dressed in a dark olive skirt and jacket over a white blouse, Dr. Ann intimately examined me and Laura. Steve asked for unneeded advice and she showed him on Laura how to quickly bring her to a loud, dripping orgasm. She scooped up more of Laura's thick nectar and spread it under her hood and bathed her clit; then gently helped her firm clit leap from its hideaway. She showed Steve and his turgid dick how to lightly tease and massage a clit before wrapping a mouth around it. She had Steve lift her skirt and practice on her naked cunt. Shortly all three were breathing hard. Laura, grunting and sweating, came on Dr. Ann's fingers and mouth; Ann came on Steve's. Steve licked Laura's dripping quim and Ann's relentless tongue. It wasn't until after Steve stood, laid his moist cock on her lips and she sucked him into her hungry mouth until he covered her tongue with his fresh seed that she abruptly leapt up and breathlessly left with her skirt stuck above her bare ass. She didn't return the following week. The next therapist was not shocked when Steve met her at the door naked and lead her to me, lying naked on my bed. This sex therapist quickly understood our open lifestyle. She recommended that Steve or Laura try arousing me gently at least twice a day and proceeded to demonstrate liberally on me. Steve later admitted to her that he didn't wait for that suggestion since I was naked ever since the party and he took frequent and casual advantage of that with no results. I'm told that she licked my tits and clit, but I barely reacted. She then asked if she could show them some tips on innocent, irresistible, naked Laura. She is shockingly gorgeous and welcomes sex with either gender, but denies being bi. Steve since confessed that he openly played the therapist, who certainly wasn't fooled, into demonstrating skills he already had on his alluring wife. She stripped naked and shared her toned and sexy body with Laura. She sat on my bed while Laura stood before her, beautiful legs spread wide, and 'clinically' showed Steve how to best tease Laura's nipples and vulva. She opened Laura's plumped, lusty labia and covered her fingers in the slippery sweetness flowing within. Steve smelled her pickled fingers and shared the aroma and tangy sweet taste of Laura's pussy with my therapist. They bathed my lips with the slippery, fragrant, tasty elixir from Laura's labia. I slowly began to remember how much Al loved my own special sauce and how he loved licking Laura's. Yet, I have no memory of those daily sexual encounters with all of them licking my pussy clean, just a warm, pleasant feeling of caring friends hugging me all over. Laura cajoled my employer until he stretched my paid sick leave for an entire year. I think she pimped me out to my boss and allowed him to 'visit' me and my compliant cunt. He still visits weekly and covers my health insurance, but I don't think I'll ever return to work. I'm constantly exhausted and still have no will to live. Denial, Anger, Depression, Bargaining, Acceptance... no, not there yet.... Laura had the pleasure of shocking the next PT with her stunning nakedness at the front door. He grunted a stunned 'yes' to her questions and followed her sweet, swaying, mesmerizing, naked ass to me. He startled when he saw Steve and me naked, his prick in my ass, and had to be convinced to stay. Steve explained my situation and that a sex therapist wanted someone to stimulate me daily. Steve asked him to show them any special tips that might help. Ron, sensing no need to be discreet, stuffed his hand down his pants and shifted his stiff dick. He demonstrated several arm, neck and leg movements he wanted me to do daily. Stressing leg range of motion, he slid my foot nearly to my bare ass, but still on the bed. I didn't care that this stranger was flexing my pussy and staring into it. After pushing my knee back to my exposed tits, he put my foot on the bed again and pushed my knee to the side several times. His eyes were locked on my flaccid pussy and he licked his lips each time my lips gaped open. Holding my leg open, he slid up my thigh with deep pressure until his fingers touched my pussy. He repeated this with my other leg while I barely watched him. Noting my lips were still flaccid, he confirmed that I needed special sex exercises. Laura stood next to my head and lifted my hand to her vulva. She folded two fingers into her beautiful, wet and swelling snatch, explained that she was checking for reactions to his stimulation. Staring at Laura squatting on my fingers, her turgid clit popping out and back under her fleshy hood, he gulped. She told him to do his best to arouse me and nothing was off limits. Ron twisted two fingers into my dry pussy. He licked his fingers and tried again before shifting his dick against his belly, bent and licked my pussy. Still, no reaction. Applying Aloe gel to his fingers, he pushed one into my ass and two into my box. Gelled fingers pried my tiny, pale clit loose and he sucked it too. He kneeled and snaked his fingers to my G-spot from my pussy and my ass. I pulled away a bit. Finally, SOME reaction. Laura pointed to his tented white slacks and offered to release and relieve the strain on his obviously distressed cock. He didn't say NO, but was surprised when she asked Steve to release the shaft for her. He gave her a sour smile and quickly had the white slacks open and unzipped. Ron kept his hands inside me, but allowed Steve to haul him to his feet and push the slacks to his ankles. After pushing up Ron's white T, we saw the tip of his cock trying to escape the waistband of his jockeys. Steve knew how much kinky Laura enjoyed watching him handle and prepare a new cock for her. Laura drooled over his six pack and exposed cock head, so Steve wrapped a hand around Ron's stiff dick and pried the briefs over it and his large balls. He held onto the rigid cock and he pushed the briefs to his feet. He pulled Ron's remaining foreskin back and squeezed the rigid shaft hard. As he offered the new stiffness to his wife, Ron groaned loudly. Laura spread his Cowper's across his bishop and licked it clean before swallowing most of the stiff shaft. Pulling him by his balls made him leave my holes. She popped his rigid cock out of her mouth and next to my face to offer it to me; even wiped it across my lips. I didn't take it or pull away. He asked if they knew my favorite position, then helped get me on my knees, face on the bed. He commented that my pussy was especially pretty. They agreed and said they hadn't seen it this flushed in many months. Steve stuffed his short stick into my mouth and the entry to my flaccid esophagus. He watched his beautiful wife sucking off a stranger and quickly filled my mouth with his slime. I let it drain, untasted, out of my limp mouth. Ron pulled off the rest of his clothes and said he needed to explore my depths, pussy first. He angled himself so his iron cock would slide over my G and did so many, many times. He also kneaded my clit with barely a reaction. When he pinched my nipple so hard it nearly burst yet still didn't get me hot, he kept harshly fucking me while he 'thought' about what he could do next. After he wet a finger and easily pushed it into my anus, he asked if I had anal or DP often. When Steve admitted he'd been in my ass many times with Al in my pussy, Ron decided to try DP. He pulled out and slid under me, placing my tits near his mouth. Steve got between my feet and pushed his greased cock into my ass. Then he signaled Ron to stuff his rod into my pussy and chew my nipples. I wondered if they ever thought how Al would feel about all this sex they were inflicting on me. Laura fingered herself as she watched them fuck my holes. I remember feeling nothing more than a pleasant itch relief. Both men added some gel and fucked me harder until they both unloaded in me. Laura put a cup under my pussy and sucked my ass clean before licking Steve's dick. She wanted to slurp Ron's ooze too, but didn't know if he were disease free, so she reluctantly resisted. Yet they let him fuck and cum inside me?!? We repeated that therapy weekly with both therapists for over a year. My suicidal depression began to glacially dissolve. After four years, I'm feeling some arousal, but have yet to climax. Laura tried to inspire and remind me every October what I had told her and she had witnessed. Every Nov. 1st at 2:00 a.m. a green mist formed around me. For the next nine minutes only, the mist seemed to willfully take humanoid shape. It was only last year that the face was clear enough to resemble Al. She said that it/he was mouthing something. Steve was ready with a camcorder and was able to replay the image until he was able to read two words - 'ASH' and 'MUD'. Since the mist was drawn to me, he decided to try to capture it and maybe anchor Al's spirit back onto this plane. With no harm in trying, he had to work out the clues. ======= Halloween ========= Steve had a bag stuffed with the green ashes from the ship AND Al. His best guess for 'MUD' was the ship's exact landing spot on a lake shore that only he and Al knew. He mixed nearly half the ship ash with the unique mud then let it completely dry out to dust. He had Halloween plans for that half and wouldn't tell me what he contrived for the rest of the mix. Halloween came and, unknown to me, Laura was hosting her first Halloween party in four years. She tried to match that party disaster from four years ago, including a cardboard clone of the ET ship in the exact spot the real ship had been. Though my caring friends had been helping me walk to fight off atrophy, I still needed to lean on them too much to walk even short distances on my own. About midnight, Steve produced a four-foot long Godiva wig and similar gossamer, white, calf length night shirt - the last clothing I had worn. He dressed me in just those bits, no boots or pearls, and wheeled me to his car. Though I wondered where he was taking me, I was a little happy just to get out of my house. As we pulled into his crowded driveway, it dawned on me that I was dressed as I was that ugly night. The glut of cars nearby and the loud music said we were at a party. My heart raced in anxiety despite my apathy then slowed to a barely living pace. I tried to resist when Steve moved me into my wheelchair, but I really didn't care where we were going. When a breeze fluttered the near sheer gown against me, I clearly saw my nipples and most of my tiny tits as well as the shadow of my pussy. I felt more naked this way than when totally nude. I shrugged to myself. Laura, in her grass skirt and three leis, came to greet us. Though superficially cheerful, she was also deeply concerned. When we approached the painted, cardboard coffin, my heart raced again. Though I could see it was just paper, I also felt panic. Steve wheeled me past it and thumped it to prove it was a fake. He brought me to the snack table against the wall where I saw people eating out of a cat litter box! This was new. They were scooping turds out and eating them as well as the damp looking litter itself. I flinched and looked at Laura. She was laughing! THEN she explained what it really was. On a slip of paper under the litter were her paraphrased notes to make the snack: use CLEAN litter box and scooper, fill with 6 cups lightly ground walnuts, add 2 cups cocoa, mix well, add several chocolate candy bars ($100,000) torn and rolled in hand - drop onto 'litter', serve! Spirit of Halloween Nightmare What a disgustingly effective, and tasty, treat that was! "Sue, here's what's happening right now." Steve began. "I'm going to sprinkle an oval of the ash and mud mix around the coffin and YOU are going to replace the coffin with yourself." I looked at him as if he were insane. Laura was nodding her head in support as everyone nearby stood still and watched us. "Since he seems tied to you and exploits some kind of wormhole to find and visit you, I'm trying to make our side harder to leave. Our best bet is that you should be in the same state as you were that night when he saved you - naked and touching him." Two guests moved the fake coffin off the table stand and Steve made me stand next to it. He and Laura removed my wig and nightie which left me standing totally naked and surrounded by some forty guests. I smiled weakly. Why did I feel a slight tingle watching them all stare at me? Steve and a stranger lifted me onto the table and spread my legs. Why? "Here's the rest of your surprise. I took all the remaining ash and mud mix to a hospital supply shop along with your favorite toys. They sterilized then mixed the slurry with latex and made a thick cover for your ten and six-inch dildo's. "Just before 2:00 a.m., I want you to hold and use both dildos where you had your closest contact with Al - your mouth and pretty pussy. If, or when, he appears, I want you at your most receptive for him, rubbing his ashes mix on all your lips and plunging the big toy deep into you. Just for good measure, I'm rubbing some aloe and ashes on my dick and will have it all the way in your ass. If this doesn't keep him here, I have two cameras ready to capture any messages he may have to help us. Surprise!?!" "Right! Like that'll help! You just want to fuck me in front of your friends. What next, are you going to have all of them fuck me too? Al is lost and I'm just beginning the Acceptance stage. You can fuck me all you want, just don't fuck WITH me and get my hopes up!" They silently ignored my bitter outburst. The helpful stranger pinched and harshly pulled my nipples until they actually stood up! He gathered my tits and slid his other hand to my pussy. A dozen strangers watched him spread my legs and pussy then slip three fingers into me. I felt a shock when he flicked my clit with his thumb. It was painful and exhilarating at once. That's when I saw his face. It was Ron and he was very familiar with my sex! Angry that I was reacting to him, I was too slow to stop his dry attack on my G. He painfully squeezed it and rubbed across it. I felt a huge 'electrical' shock and gasped. IT . . . FELT . . . GREAT! I gasped, "I felt that!" Smiles all around. Ron slipped off his toga and all the women gasped at the size of his huge, veiny cock. I just stared at it impassively . . . until he wrestled a condom on it. He slid me to the edge of the table, pushed my knees to my chest and let Laura slap a handful of aloe gel onto and into my cunt. She went straight to my G with three fingers and pumped my splayed snatch several times for the pleasure of the voyeurs, if not mine. She kissed my clit and, as Ron shoved his monster cock into me in one quick thrust, sucked my nipples and tongue. Something was happening. Watching the crowd stare at my naked body being penetrated in two holes was making me tingle. Ron's thick, bumpy cock thrusting brutally into me, slamming against my back walls, his coarse pubes crushing mine, all were having an effect. As I felt my twat tingle, I didn't notice my breathing get uneven or my hand wrap around lovely Laura's head so I could pull it to my face. I began to remember a long forgotten feeling of ascending arousal. And then . . . I felt Ron clench tightly and grunt three, four, times as he filled his love glove. My arousal collapsed in a rotted heap. ===== 2:08 A.M. ===== Steve bruskly shoved a still gasping Ron away from me. He quickly pushed two fingers into me and rummaged around inside my wet box. He tore off his pirate pantaloons, "Got to hurry. Cameras on! Sue, on your side." As I sluggishly rolled onto my left side, Steve wiped his stubby in aloe and ashes and climbed onto the table behind me. The room grew rapidly cooler and shifted to green luminance. Steve rolled to his back and dragged me with him, onto his chest. "HURRY! Laura, hold onto the rest of the dust to throw on Al." Laura pushed two fingers into my dormant box and 'snatched' some aloe. Steve pulled my knees back so Laura could push a wet finger into my ass. Both my legs were splayed widely and people jostled to look into my lonely holes. She rubbed across my flaccid rear hole until she got both wet fingers in my anus. The room grew colder, darker, greener. I felt her position Steve's stiff stubby along her fingers and push his cock into my ass. They both shifted me a bit so Steve could fit my ass firmly. Laura twisted my ten-inch, mush-condom-coated vibrator into my moist, fleshy box and put Ron's hand on it to 'help' me. One hole left, so Laura quickly scooped up ash-mud mix from Steve's cock as it pumped my ass and rubbed it in my mouth. She pulled a stranger out of the crowd, ripped his slacks off and pulled him by his long, thin cock until it was in my mouth and in my belly. ========= 2:10 A.M. ===== A green vortex formed near the ceiling above my face and to my right. It was more intense than any earlier formation and quickly swelled in width and depth. Shadows within took the shape of a human face and the smokey vortex ejected a green form that drifted to my feet. Ron actually shrieked and backed against a wall. Laura shouted, "Steve, he's here! I'm throwing the dust on him now!" Steve grunted approval and when she doused him in dust, Al's form got denser and the green dust shimmered or sparkled in an eerie way. A green hand solidified around the big dildo and twisted it out of me. Parts of a humanoid formed before others. Legs and a long, strong, green dick were solid while the torso was still wispy. Steve was still fucking my ass and couldn't see the wraith, but I saw Laura stare in terror as the green cock stiffened and moved toward my cunt. I pulled my sweet tasting mouth fucker against my face by his ass. My green Al pushed his stiff, icy cock between my lips and shoved it like a meaty pile driver deeper, deeper. He was never this big or this cold! Soon, I felt him slamming and sliding against Steve's cock. As my breathing deepened, I began to remember how intense a DP or 3P felt, especially when my husband's cock was in me. "Don't let them cum yet, my love!" Was that Al's voice? Did anyone else hear him? I did! And I will do anything he says, so I lessened and slowed my cock sucking while I tried to loosen my rear tunnel to delay Steve. But I squeezed my slick slot and kept it snug for my Al. He groaned. Laura heard and warily touched his glacial cock. After pulling it up hard against my G, she circled and teased my clit while still staring fearfully at Al. He glared at her, but continued pounding my pussy. My gasps told everyone I was approaching my first orgasm in FOUR foul years. As I put the stranger's long, still stiff cock back in my throat, I noticed Al shove a long, cold finger deep into Laura's pussy and serpentine her beautiful, meaty sleeve. She lurched from the cold, yet thrust her loins onto my husband's finger and moaned. "OK, Sue, NOW do it. Now! Laura, come closer." His voice was clear and boomed. Someone whispered that it was 02:09..... Al leaned into Laura and tangled his inhumanly cold tongue with hers. She melted against him. As he kept stirring her G, he abruptly shoved a popsicle finger into Steve's winking asshole. Steve lurched and bellowed "What the fuck....." When I felt him clench and thrust hard against and into my ass, I moaned around the thin cock in my belly which made it swell and fire a load directly into my stomach; my spasm squeezed Steve's burning cock, making it spurt into my ass and I clamped down hard on Al's frozen cock which simultaneously shot its frozen load of green mettle deep into my pussy and around my cervix. Its melting alone was enough to blissfully blind me in orgasm. Combined with the other two men exploding into me, I screamed around the thin cock as it left my mouth and shuddered in a series of spasms and continuos orgasms as Laura also came on Al's hand. Barely aware of it throughout my quivering meltdown, the vortex swelled and pulsed; the room darkened and suddenly all was bright and WHITE. My eyes slowly adjusted to the glare until I could see that I was . . . ====== Four years ago ===== As I circled the coffin, each woman I passed grabbed my bouncing boner and squeezed or pulled it. The coffin felt much colder than when we came in. Laura, still naked, joined me behind the strange box. I told her to keep her distance. Steve, also naked, examined the coffin and suddenly shuddered. He said he felt a COLD blast hit or pull his dick. Sue never took off her boots, still had her pearls on and slipped the shoulders of her frock back up her arms so she was as completely dressed as she was when we arrived. I tried to warn her away, but . . . There was a huge, blinding WHITE flash. Everyone seemed to shimmer for a prolonged second and I felt sickly dizziness. Confusing memories flooded my gelatinous brain and then . . . "WAIT! Everyone move away from the coffin." Bodies seemed to solidify and I shouted again, "the box is lethal. Don't ask me how I know, just back away!" They did as I asked and the coffin, after suddenly bursting into a bright, green flash, was gone! It was many minutes before our hearts slowed to a normal pace. With only a green ash left of the coffin, we tried hard to resume our party pace. "Sue, ready to be DT'd? Since my dick was last in an ass, I'm going to fuck your ass while Steve fucks your pussy. Just so we all know, we ARE going to do this again, often, but without the big party! Let's do this an easier way. Steve, on your back on the floor and get your woody stiff. Sue, face him and mount his cock. Once you have it all the way in, lean against his chest. Yes you can have her tits too. I'm going to climb into your ass next. "Laura, if you can squeeze in here, you sit on Steve's face. He can eat both holes and whatever's in them. Sue can only come up so far without losing me, but that may be enough to feed her your big, sweet tits. This should be fun!" We built our human castle and all the right rods plugged into all the right holes - and then some. It took a bit, but we finally found our rhythm and all of us came again and collapsed again. We had an odd feeling of deja vu, especially Sue and I, but we shrugged it off. While the four of us lay panting on our backs, two couples stood between our feet. Having pity on us and our gasping, they didn't sit on our faces, but did kneel between knees and each took a cock or pussy in a mouth. They slowly brought us close to our plateaus again. Sue and I held hands throughout and simultaneously shuddered, but not quite in release. Steve and Laura were still being eaten enthusiastically when, as I sucked Laura's lush tit, I felt compelled to check the time. I noticed the clock read 02:10. The time felt ominous, but I didn't yet know why. For the next few weeks, we all met at least twice a week to swap and share partners. Sex with Laura was sweeter than ever and we all felt the compulsion to double team each wife while the other wife sat on a free face. DT became our favorite combo since at least three of us came together, sometimes all four. Steve and Laura had no memory of Sue's four year torment, but Sue had lingering dreams and scattered memories. P.S. ======= Three weeks later ========= It wasn't until Thanksgiving that I remembered enough to make sense of my befuddled memories and could share details with Sue. "In the four days I was stuck in limbo, I watched six ETs interact and learned a few things. The earthbound E T never got his device to work on me as thoroughly as it did on women because of my Y chromosome. That mismatch allowed a bit of me to linger with hollow memories, and my strong will to survive and be with you, Sue. Maintaining a grip on reality was like reaching for the horizon. It was there, but not touchable. The closest I came to it was in the moments of extreme effort, the vortex thinned and I reached out to you." "Yes, ONCE a year at 02:10 and for only NINE minutes!" Her eyes teared heavily. "I was sure you were dead and what I saw was just a mirage. " "02:10 again? It definitely was not once a year for me. The vortex was a wormhole with no exit. I was suspended within it as a vapor and struggled to be solid. I felt I was gone a very long time . . . four DAYS. THAT was too much to bear and I struggle now trying to imagine how you dealt with our separation for four years. My four days of memories, after being sucked by the device, mostly include observing you through a dense green cloud that dissipated once daily that wormhole must have a temporal aspect to it." "And MY memories seem to include four years that never happened. Four years of daily fucking by therapists, delivery men, Steve and other opportunistic dicks; Laura using me every way we usually loved; both of them bathing me, caring for me, even wiping my ass after watching me in my worst moments . . . those are the foggy memories or hallucinations I cobbled together. Saturating every memory is the bottomless depression that even frequent and perverse sex couldn't replace." "I'm so sorry you suffered so much and so long - four days. Time, space, wormhole and E T, not your average weekend!" "HEY! It was FOUR FUCKING YEARS for me! Let's not share this info with Steve and Laura or they'll have us committed! Let's enjoy the special closeness we have with our friends as often and intensely as we can." ==============/\__/\ ( ~ ~ ) > * < Please vote BIG and leave constructive comments. Thanks . . . Seminal image: naked Al wraith floating over casket like genie trailing out of lamp, sprayed w special mix at right time he returns to agonized wife; Steve/Laura w her. [g ck 10//]===== 6330 words ==Submitted | posted=10/20/13 | 10/00/1332 hrs to 2200 10/20/13 Spirit of Halloween Pumpkin girl sucked my shrinking dick back to life as she cleaned it and her juices off me. I wanted to taste her sweetness, so I fingered her to a small orgasm and sucked her very tasty juice off my fingers. We kissed deeply then she went toward the coffin. Laura begged me to fuck her next. How could I refuse? She kissed me as I fingered her to another small climax and we shared her nectar on my fingers. Sweet, beautiful Laura then knelt and sucked my dick completely down her throat until I was nearly ready to cum again. She stopped and slowly jerked me to reduce my arousal. She bent over the same table and offered me my choice of holes. ***whoosh*** I wanted her pussy...for now. She was soaked again and I slid in easily. Sue watched as Steve did the same to her. I tapped Steve, since he was nearly touching me, and wet my index finger in my mouth. His questioning eyebrow arched. I rubbed my soaked finger across Laura’s brown hole. Steve said she didn’t allow that. Yet she seemed to be willing tonight. I told her to relax as I wet her asshole and would gently push in the tip of my finger. She clenched so I pushed my dick and a finger into her sopping cunt. Staying in contact all the way, I traced up from her pussy to her asshole with firm pressure. When I reached it, I told her to relax it and let me moisten it. Focusing on her fucking distracted her enough to let my fingertip broach her ass. I stepped up the pumping into her glorious front hole and soon had my whole index finger pumping her back hole. Steve tried the same thing with my wife, but was not able to penetrate. I reached across and rubbed Laura’s juice into Sue’s asshole. She liked that idea and was more OPEN to it. She relaxed and suddenly I was inside two assholes and a sweet pussy. I was already pressing my cock from inside Laura’s ass so I tried to add pressure in Sue’s ass for Steve. What a great buddy act that is! He felt the pressure and pumped faster. I told him to wet his finger and replace mine so he pushed it into Sue’s wet pussy before slipping it into her relaxed ass. Laura also felt the pressure shift inside her. Her moans got faster and louder. Just before she peeked, I noticed a realistic appearing ghost that looked just like the wispy pumpkin girl, now paintless and naked. I asked Steve how he was doing that, but he said he didn’t do it. I’ll look into that later. ***whoosh*** Once Laura climaxed, I watched her puckered hole pulsate. I abruptly pushed two fingers into her flooded pussy and scooped her slick liquid onto her back hole. She wondered what I was doing. I gently rubbed her hole and pushed one finger in before deeply pulsing it. As it relaxed, I added a second finger, but waited to tell her until it was also all the way in. She began breathing hard and loving the stimulation. My dick got stiff again at the thought of taking her ass. Gently, I replace my two fingers with the tip of my semi hard cock. Steve watched in awe as my dick head slipped into his wife’s ass and grew bigger and harder. Soon, it was all in and tickling her in a new way that she obviously loved. Steve still had a finger deep in my wife’s lovely ass and wanted more. I suggested we try double teaming Laura first since she already had my dick in her ass. Steve agreed and unplugged from both my wife’s holes. I stayed in Laura’s ass as she carefully stood up. I suggested she try just standing as Steve took her pussy. When that didn’t work well, I told her to straddle Steve’s hips with both legs off the floor. That worked better for us. Steve squeezed into his wife’s extra tight pussy while my dick pressed his from inside her ass. As soon as he was completely in, testified by all three of us moaning, I looked over ***whoosh*** to signal Sue. But she was busy getting fucked by a stranger while she sucked another’s cock. I noticed the man in my wife’s pussy had a finger in her ass and was preparing to shift his dick into her back hole. I turned to focus on the exquisite heaven that was Laura’s colon and saw another naked ghostly figure join pumpkin girl near us. I HAVE to learn how that looks so real! With all the heat and moist friction, it wasn’t long before the three of us exploded in orgasm. We collapsed on the floor and watched a stranger shoot his load down my genteel wife’s well used throat. When he was done, I realized he was not the same guy I saw in her mouth a few minutes ago. The man behind her was the same, but was pummeling her ass. She grunted ‘next’ and another man went straight down her throat and unloaded in seconds adding to at least three loads of cream in her belly. When she again grunted, I put Laura in front of her mouth. “Here you are my love. Eat Laura and drink Steve’s cum from his cock at the same time. If I can find pumpkin girl, you can eat her and drink my cum from her. ***whoosh*** Laura came AGAIN on my wife’s tongue as it whisked her clean and sucked her clit. The stranger in Sue’s ass came about the same time. He grunted and pulsed and grunted and withdrew with a ‘plop’. I asked Laura if she would eat Sue’s ass and all the fresh cum. She declined. The chaps ass couple offered to share her and alternated sucking the warm cream from her ass and both ate her pussy. Sue came again and seemed spent. We needed a breather, so I asked Steve to finish his story. “Ohh yeah. Where was I? Ahh, the seller on EBAY mentioned that he’d read a blog -MINE- that gave GPS for a possible space craft or UFO. He was salvaging some heavy gear and finished early so he went to the lake GPS spot I blogged with his heavy lift chopper. He described the object that was stuck firmly in the muck. It matched what I had found. He secured it and pulled it up with the construction chopper. After several months of trying, he got nowhere and gave up trying to open or understand it. When I saw the listing, it had been up for a month with no bids. I contacted him and all he asked for was the cost of the fuel spent to retrieve it. So that’s how I got it for $190. I didn’t get anywhere with it either, but I know there’s something odd about it. The metal seems too light to be so strong and yet survive a fall from space. With a little paint and goo, it made a decent Halloween prop. I’ll work on it further next week and cut it open.” “OK. It could be nothing or it could be a huge discovery. Good luck. Sue, ready to be DT’d? Since my dick was last in an ass, I’m going to fuck your ass while Steve fucks your pussy. Just so we all know, we ARE going to do this again, often, but without the big party! Let’s do this an easier way. Steve, on your back on the floor and get your woody stiff. Sue, face him and mount his cock. Once you have it all the way in, lean against his chest. Yes you can have her tits too. I’m going to climb into your ass next. Laura, if you can squeeze in here, you sit on Steve’s face. He can eat both holes and whatever’s in them. Sue can only come up so far without losing me, but that may be enough to feed her your big, sweet tits. This should be fun!” We built our human castle and all the right rods plugged into all the right holes - and then some. It took a bit, but we finally found our rhythm and all of us came again and collapsed again. ***whoosh*** As we caught our breath again, I looked around the very chilly room and noticed that hardly any women were in it though WE were the main attraction. I didn’t know where all our clothes went, but got up nude and wobbled toward the coffin. There was a space around it, like a pocket of no one, a people vacuum. Where was the pig tail/chaps girl? There in the corner was a pale imitation of her, chapless, floating above two more loving couples. Great FX. Maybe lighting and gels? As I circled the coffin, each woman I passed grabbed my bouncing boner and squeezed or pulled it. The coffin felt much colder than when we came in. Laura, still naked, joined me behind the strange box. I told her to keep her distance. Steve, also naked, examined the coffin and suddenly shuddered. He said he felt a COLD blast hit or pull his dick. Sue never took off her boots, still had her pearls on and slipped the shoulders of her frock back up her arms so she was as completely dressed as she was when we arrived. I tried to warn her away, but Sue came too close to the coffin and it opened slightly. ***whoosh*** The lone, scrawny arm shot out of the lid and grabbed Sue. It pulled her in, but before it could get her completely in, I grabbed her waist and planted my feet on the side of the coffin. It was strong! Very strong. I yelled for Steve to help and we were frozen in space, as nothing moved. But Sue was half inside and now I knew that somehow it would kill her. Thru the small opening, I saw the bright interior and the wand device I later learned was part of its vibe dissolver. With another arm, it waved the wand over Sue. Her boots crumbled to dust and were sucked away. Her flimsy frock flew off her body and vanished. The pearls took a full second to break down and get sucked away. I shouted to Laura and anyone else who could help to get some strong metal, maybe pipes or lug wrenches from the garage that we could use to wedge in the lid to keep it open. I had one more idea. Since the room chilled every time the lid opened, I had to guess that it needed its environs cold so we needed a way to make it overheat and maybe free Sue. Laura ran back with the metal wedges, but my grip was slipping. “Someone bring a big can of gas and a candle. Pour the gas into the opening and wait for it to gasify. Sue is getting weaker.” I suspected that the ET might insist on another body to replace Sue. IF that’s true, I’m closest. Once the flames start, I’ll probably just have a few seconds to get her and maybe me out. Hmmm. “Sue, stay awake. I need you to help me when I pull you out. I love you! Don’t give up on me. Come on you tramp. You just fucked half the room. Don’t you want to do that again? Stay with me! I love you, don’t forget that just in case... Laura, I think you’re safe while we’re stuck here, so throw some lit candles in here. When the flames kick out of the box, I hope it will loosen up and I’ll yank Sue out. Somebody catch her.” The plan worked perfectly, except for one little thing. ET did scream and lose its grip on Sue so she came flying out, totally nude, but before I could get away, it reached out and grabbed me. Steve lost his grip and I was pulled into the box. A flame suppression system knocked down the flames before the gas burned much. As I thought, that bought us a few seconds of surprise. The heavy steel wedges snapped like paper and the lid was sealed tight again. Well, at least Sue is safe. Maybe there’s a way out the next time the lid opens. “You chest bumps no have and no hole by legs. See you have tight hole like others. What to do? Why you have three legs? System need translate? No? OK” It took me a minute, but then I understood its confusion. I noticed the whole body scan on one of its monitors. Nothing around told me why it wanted to suck female lives instead of males’. It seemed unrushed and ignored me. Then it struck me how big the room was. I slowly walked around the huge rooms as it tickled its console and still watched me. If it doesn’t want me, I will find a way out. “We try this.” It came to me with one hose device and two suckers taped together into a Y shape that plugged into the hose. It pointed a glowing finger at me and my body froze where it was. It tipped me onto my back and attached a hose to my now flaccid dick. The other leg of the Y was dildo shaped and he pressed that firmly and deeply into my ass. After checking the fit, he waved at the machine behind him and it sped up. I felt the most unusual yet very pleasant, COLD feeling surround my dick. The hose pulsed faster, stronger. I passed out in rapture. When I woke I was in my own bed. How did I get here? It must have rejected me for being male and let me go. Wow! I caught a break! I can’t believe it. And Sue is sleeping, all fucked out and safe. We made it. But I can’t sleep... it’s 4:30 A.M.? The alarm will go off in an hour. I’ll let her sleep til then. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ “Mmmmm, oh honey, ummm what a nice way to wake me. I thought you got enough last night, stud.” When I forced one eye open, I saw the clock read 5:35 A.M.! He was up an hour earlier than usual, really, really UP! Though kneeling between my ankles with his chilly tongue teasing up my thigh, his big sausage sized snake weighed heavily on my calves. Still somnambulant, I enjoyed the cold fire my sweet sweet husband brought me. Only after I came twice was I finally awake enough to remember his sacrifice last night. He saved me from the ET, shouted his love for me, but clearly loved me to death - his. I looked down at his lovely, wispy face and he grinned at me. “Sue, I realized what happened when I looked in the mirror. We have several hours left before I have to go. Or we can burn brightly for just a few hours. Your choice my love.” I gasped, horrified at the reality that crushed me as I read the clock thru his loving body.... =========================== /\__/\ ( ~ ~ ) > * [g ck 10/11/09]===== 6452 words ==Submitted | posted=10/02/09 |10/03/09 fix missing words 10/11/09