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The Visitors

By: Svenskaflicka



"Shhh..!" 

I almost giggled. Sean’s hushing me up was sweet, but totally unnecessary. I knew as well as he did the importance of being quiet during this part our adventure.

He held out his hands for me to step in, and lifted me up high enough to reach the open window. I snuck in one hand and opened the window all the way. I grabbed hold of the window sill, and Sean gave me a push. I crawled in, not very elegant, but who cared? I fell head first down upon a sofa. 

"Allright!" I thought to myself.

I wasn’t always this lucky. Many times, I had fallen head first to the floor. Once I had landed on top of a mini-bar.

I got up and looked around. I was inside a livingroom, belonging to rather wealthy people with good taste, from what I could see. Everything, from the heavy oak furniture to the red Afghanian carpet, had that discrete look that only really expensive things have.

I found my way out into the hallway, where I unlocked the door and let Sean in. He looked around while I locked the door. 

"Nice one," he said.

We didn’t turn on any lights, and we hadn’t brought a flashlight either. We didn’t want the neighbours to see flickering lights in a house that was supposed to be empty for the night. Anyway, we didn’t need any lamps; the summer night was light enough for us to see all the pretty details in the home. The messy hallway, with shoes kicked around all over the floor. Teh strict and elegant livingroom. The cozy little kitchen, with its dirty dishes. They had eaten pasta for dinner. And had red wine with it.

We moved along, exploring each room. The laundry room, full of piles of dirty clothes and sheets and towels. Must be laundry day tomorrow.

Upstairs. A guestroom. Sweet and feminine, with a patchwork bedspread in pink and mint green. An office. A Macintosh computer, high tech and expensive. This was someone with a serious job. No wonder they were wealthy. 

A big bathroom. Oh, a jacuzzi!

"Fancy," Sean mumbled.

I smiled, and opened the cabinets. We went through every little item in there. French perfume. Shaving gel. "Old Spice". Make-up, loads of make-up. Anti-wrinkle cream and foundation. A bottle of hair dye.

-Middle age, I said.

We left everything as we had found it, and went on. Another guest room, just as frilly and cute as the first one, only this had a colour scheme of light yellow and periwinkle blue. Further…

Ah. The master bedroom. Atleast one room that wasn’t dominated by pastels and flowers and lace. This room had a soft blue shade of wallpapers, white furniture, sheep skin rugs on the floor, and a large bedspread in blue and white stripes on top of a king size bed. It was a room that was masculine yet lighthearted at the same time.

"Which room do you like best?" I asked- "The bathroom with the jacuzzi?"

"We already tried that at the last place we went to," said Sean. "My muscles were sore for days afterwards. I like this room."

I gave him a dirty smile, and he lifted me up and threw me on the bed. I giggled, and he jumped me, roaring like a wild beast.

We rolled from one side of the bed to the other, kissing. I pulled my T-shirt off, and Sean attacked my naked breasts, rolled his tongue around my stiff nipples, the left, the right, the left… My hands stroke his curly hair, and I made a mental note that he needed to get it cut. I entwined my legs with his, touched his broad shoulders through his shirt, pulled it out of his pants, and over his head. He got up on his knees, and opened his belt. I pulled his trousers down, and I sat up and took hold of his beautiful cock, pulled down its foreskin, and sucked it in between my lips.

"Oh, man!" Sean sighed happily. "Oh, yeha, baby! Suck it! Damned, you’re good at giving head!"

I teased him to the edge of coming, by licking that little string of skin between the shaft and the head. It always drives him crazy.

"Wait!" he moaned. "Not like this!"

I leaned back on the bed, and he fumbled in his pockets to find a condom. He ripped up the pakage with his teeh, and rolled the condom on. He pulled off my jeans shorts, and spread my legs wide.

"Come, baby!" I said. "Take me!"

He didn’t need to be told twice. He plowed into me, and groaned loudly for each push. I grabbed onto the headboard, closed my eyes, and enjoyed my boyfriend humping me for all he was worth. His hand found my clit, and now he got back at me for teasing. Sean was a master at playing with my clit. He rubbed it between his fingers, caressed it, teased it, and turned me into a ragdoll, squirming and writhing and moaning under him.

"Harder, baby!" I cried. "Oh, god, please, please, just a little more, I’m almost there, oh, NO, don’t stop, please, I’m so close! Oh, please, please… Oh, fuck you! Make me come, dammit!"

He got me to the point where I was close to coming, only to pause to let me "cool off", and then the exquisite torture began again. I reached down his back, strained my arms to reach, and moved my fingers down between his butt cheeks. I couldn’t reach to put a finger inside his ass, but I could tease the rim, and make him wince. 

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned, and thrusted violently into me, while his fingers moved ruthlessly over my clit, making me moan in synch with him.

We came together, hard and loud. Sean rolled off me, and we stretched out on the big bed, panting.

"Don’t forget your panties this time," he said. "We don’t want to cause any problems for these people."

"I didn’t wear any," I said. 

He groaned, and kissed my cheek. Then we got up, got dressed, and left the house the same way I had gotten in.

The Visitors



A note to the reader: This story is an experiment of sorts. A challenge to myself to write a complete erotic tale in less than eight hours. One filled with drama and humor and sizzling sexuality, without the lengthy exposition that I have a tendency to indulge in. And in a genre that I've never explored: Science fiction. I wrote this in 7 hours and 53 minutes. Let me know what you think. 

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Monica kept her thoughts wide open. As far as she was concerned, there was no point in trying to hide them. Sure, some people said they could shield their thoughts, using alcohol or hallucinogens or simple will power. But she didn't believe it. How could you tell, when you were under the influence of some mind-altering drug, whether you were being controlled or not? And for those who said they kept their thoughts shielded just by thinking about something else, well, maybe they just weren't worth bothering with. All she knew is that there hadn't yet been any sign of mass resistance, and it didn't seem likely to happen in the near future.

What Monica was thinking, at that very moment, was how bad she needed to be fucked. Not fucked badly. She needed a good fucking. She badly needed a good fucking. She needed to be fucked so good, it would make her feel bad. But good, too. That's what she was thinking, as she kept her mind wide open and waited for her visitor to appear. 

She waited in the living room of her house, just inside the big bay window, where the drapes were already open to reveal glass that she no longer tried to keep clean. She was naked, as there was no point in being attired in any form of clothing, not even lingerie, because her visitor didn't have a need for such things. Didn't even understand such things. Wouldn't even react if she was clothed or unclothed or sexily clothed or partially clothed as long as those clothes didn't impede his penetration of her.  

She called her visitor a him, though it could just as easily be a her, or neither, or both, though in the end it didn't really matter. Personal pronouns hadn't caught up with current events. But there was penetration... oh, yes, gorgeous, succulent, heavenly penetration, and that was most often a 'him' thing, so her visitor became a him in her mind.

She found herself trembling as she stood before the window in her full nudity, exposed to any who might be walking the sidewalk, though nobody did and nobody would until the appointed time. Her long, red hair, (natural, thank you) hung down in thick tresses over her shoulders, with the ends just caressing the tops of her breasts. She wore no makeup, as she never needed any to make her green eyes sparkle any more. Her heavy breasts felt engorged, and though she didn't have a trace of sag, she could feel them sway as she shifted from one foot to another. It was all she could do to keep herself from rolling her thick nipples between her fingers. But she didn't want to do anything that might keep the visitor from visiting. Who knew what might affect his plans?

She could see herself clearly reflected in the window. Her hourglass shape. Flat stomach. V-shaped pussy patch. Swollen slit. Toned legs. Just a few months ago, she never would've exposed herself so brazenly. But a lot had changed in those months. The thought brought a new flood of wetness to her pussy.

It was like a bad science fiction novel, the day that the aliens came. Not bad, in that there were alien ships carrying alien life forms that were gooey masses with big tentacles. Though there was those. No, bad as in a poorly written science fiction plot. In that there was no warning, no resistance and no final battle for the future of Earth and humanity. Earth was lost in less than an hour. And humanity was enslaved even faster than that. The War of the Worlds was over before it even began. 

One day, we were alone in the universe. The next, we were enslaved by an alien race that could control our minds so completely, we didn't even know we were being controlled. In the same way that you couldn't be sure why you took a different route to work, people were pushed to do things just a little bit different. 

Sure, at the beginning it was more than a little shocking. The President probably had a momentary twinge of danger when the first alien suddenly appeared in his office. A Secret Service guard or two may have started to raise an alarm or a weapon. But no more than a moment. And then it seemed like they had always been here. Maybe they had. Or not. It really didn't matter. 

What mattered was what the aliens had in mind for the citizens of Earth. Enslavement, some called it. Though were you really enslaved if you were still living your life just like you had before that day? Still going to work? Still sending kids to school? Still grocery shopping and coaching baseball and hitting the clubs and sexting and fucking and making babies?

Sure, a few major things had changed. Like the absence of war and random violence. The aliens had come prepared. They'd screened through the whole of the internet. Or so the President had declared on that day, when they took control of him for the first time and arranged a worldwide broadcast so complete, there wasn't a person on the whole Earth who hadn't seen it. In their own language. Or perhaps in their own minds. There was still some question about which. 

In delving into the internet, the aliens discovered the Earthlings' two obsessions: war and sex. War they understood. They didn't like it. They thought it was wasteful. So they stopped it. 

Just stopped it. Where once men and women hated each other, suddenly they couldn't remember why. Or what to do if they did. Or why they'd want to do that, even if they could remember what it was. Jew got along with Muslim. White with black. Rapists stopped raping. Thugs stopped thugging. Sure, people still had disagreements. But now they ended in words, not fists or knives or guns or nuclear bombs. You couldn't get around the edicts in your mind. Most people didn't want to.

After the President's speech, there'd been some questions about just how many aliens we were really dealing with. One? Ten? A hundred? Ten thousand? It was impossible to tell. They just transported themselves from here to there. No ship. No car. No Star Trek transporter beam. And how many did it take to control all seven billion Earthlings? To Monica's way of thinking, not so many. In her mind, the people of earth were like mosquitos buzzing around a single alien. Just buzzing about, doing their own thing. But as soon as one of them got an idea in its head to suck some blood, to buzz in for a strike, the alien could sense it and shut down that threatening thought. Not kill the mosquito. Just redirect it. And then the alien went back to whatever it had been doing. 

Scientists were still allowed to study the aliens. To a point. Newspapers to write about them. To a point. People could discuss them. Almost completely without worry. And who really knew if that treasonous thought disappeared of its own accord or was pushed in another direction? 

No one even knew the aliens' ultimate goal. Enslavement is usually carried out for a reason. Veneration. Stealing of a region's resources. Power. Mass migrations. War fodder. But it was impossible to determine what they were up to. Things changed suddenly or subtly for no apparent reason. Factories that once made shoes suddenly began producing rain gear, their CEOs pushed from one path to another. Some farms grew soybeans instead of corn, others the reverse. Cars were produced all in red. Lattes disappeared from restaurant menus. There was no discernible pattern. And if anyone had discovered one, that theory wasn't allowed to see the light of day. A push of the mind would see to that.

That push was one of the reasons that Monica stood stark naked in front of the living room window, lightly bouncing on the balls of her feet, waiting impatiently for her visitor. But only one reason.

The other Earthly obsession that the aliens discovered in their perusal of the net was sex. Pornography. It was everywhere. In every permutation one could imagine. And some that defied description. And the alien species just didn't comprehend it.

So they started experimenting with it.

Monica remembered The Interview as though it had happened that morning. The Interview where the perky and beautiful Rosa Sanchez from Fox News had scored the big chance to talk with a member of the alien species. The Interview that had been hyped for days on every channel, with every other network buying the rights so that they too could show it live and get Super Bowl rates from their advertisers. The Biggest Fucking Interview in the History of the World.

It had started off pretty well. Rosa, sitting primly in her red dress, businesslike yet sexy, showing just enough of her almond skin to draw the eyes to her cleavage, but not enough to make it obvious. And the alien, propped on three of his many appendages. Or tentacles. But Monica didn't think of them as tentacles, because that brought to mind a slimy octopus, and the aliens were anything but slimy. Really, they were more like rubbery, with a hide/skin/whatever that felt like a rubber bladder that had been pumped up with too much air. But not bulbous like that. Just more like the texture.

They were the color of Idaho potatoes, if potatoes grew to the size of a 7-foot tall man. They didn't have eyes like potatoes, or any eyes at all. Or a face, for that matter. It was impossible to tell if one was facing toward you or away from you. But since they spoke right into your mind, it didn't really seem to matter.

Their most striking feature, though, were the appendages. That's what Monica called them. Though others insisted on tentacles. Each alien might have any number of them pushing out from any point on the body. They seemed to spring forth as needed, and might hang around or simply be withdrawn into the body. Each appendage was extremely dexterous, capable of taking on any shape at will, from the most precise pinpoint to the heaviest hammer. An appendage could curl, grasp, blow, suck, vibrate, envelop, pinch, or create nearly any other motion, and could also accomplish several at once. The appendages were as versatile as the quicksilver robot in the Terminator movies, with the added attraction of being real. They were omni-dexterous. And omni everything else, as well.

Rosa's first questions went well. She asked them of the alien, who replied in the mind of an on-camera actor, who repeated the answers word for word to the global audience. Then Rosa asked the question, "What puzzles you most about humans?"

Monica clearly remembered the way the coy look on Rosa's face had turned to something else. Amazement. And then lust. And suddenly she was pulling her red dress off, ripping the fabric when the zipper got stuck. And frantically yanking her silky French bra off, revealing the succulent breasts that so many viewers had longed to see. And just as frantically pulling down her panties to reveal her perfectly trimmed pussy. And was that cunt juice already appearing on the outside of her pussy lips, glistening in the studio lights as the camera suddenly zoomed in on her sex?

To the disbelieving eyes of billions around the world, Rosa spread her legs wide and propped them on the edge of the chair, offering herself to the alien like a common household slut. And the cameras followed every move, the operators clearly under the same control as their esteemed anchor. 

Monica later heard that what happened next caused many people to vomit suddenly in extreme disgust. But also caused some men to cum right in their pants, without a single moment of stimulation. And created an explosive orgasm for a wide number of women throughout the world.

As for Monica, she remembered a moment of shock, then dismay, then total fascination as the alien thrust one of his rubbery appendages directly into Rosa's gaping cunt, eliciting a scream of ecstasy that reverberated throughout the studio. The cameras caught every raw motion as the appendage plunged into her slit, and then two tendrils grew from the top of the appendage and proceeded to fold her pussy lips apart, revealing her juice-soaked pink and throbbing clit. You could see the tentacle twisting and turning beneath the skin, clearly exploring every crevice of the woman's womb, while Rosa sobbed, whimpered and panted with unbearable pleasure. 

As her cunt was being screwed, powerfully but awkwardly, another tentacle stretched from the alien and captured her breast. Monica had a recording of The Interview on DVD, and often played and replayed the breast part while masturbating to the erotic and disturbing images. Upon reaching Rosa's perfect breast, the appendage shriveled into a thin, pliant snake, as small and delicate as the tendril of a bean plant. This wrapped once around the base of Rosa's shuddering breast, then proceeded to spiral upwards, wrapping itself all the way around about once every half inch. Finally it reached the peak, the tendril's tip wavering over her nipple like a snake about to strike. Then it did, widening and thickening until it was big enough to encapsulate her whole areola and nipple. When the end began to pulse, as if it was sucking on her nipple, Rosa gave out another scream of pleasure, while the camera captured the scene in high definition. 

With the same deliberate movements, another appendage formed and grasped her other breast, the end eventually suctioning on her other nipple too. With a thick tentacle inside her cunt and two thin ones caressing and sucking her tits, Rosa was clearly aware of nothing but the intense sensations exploding through her body. Her lips pulled back in a rictus of pleasure mixed with pain, and her moans, grunts and cries were almost inhuman in nature. 

Then, without warning, using the appendage stuffed deep inside her cunt, the alien lifted her out of the chair and hoisted her into the air, so that she was perched upright on the alien arm inside her body. Her screams of pleasure turned to anguish as pain ripped through her. The alien reacted immediately, sending out new appendages to help support her weight along her legs and buttocks. Tits wrapped in tendrils, nipples being sucked, firm flesh thrust inside her, her sweat-soaked body trembled incessantly as orgasm after orgasm rippled through her. 

Monica had found herself holding her breath, her fingers involuntarily massaging her own pussy as she watched the spectacle on the screen. It was better than any porn flick, better than watching a human couple fuck on stage, as she'd done in Amsterdam during one vacation. It was raw. It was powerful. It was exotic. And it was violent. Monica had sworn to herself that she'd be in Rosa's position at the end of an alien appendage one day. Screaming, crying and yes, maybe even fainting.

Rosa hadn't fainted, however. Maybe she'd wanted to. But more likely, the physical pleasures had overwhelmed any feelings of modesty. Even when the alien flipped her over, revealing her firm and sexy butt. And she'd barely reacted when another tendril runner from the alien entered her butt crack, tickled her anus, then smoothly slid inside. It was only after the tendril began to thicken, harden and revolve did Rosa's insistent and unending cries of pleasure again rend the air. Soon the shaft in her ass was as thick as a man's arm. And, coupled with the appendage thrusting in and out of her swollen cunt, it seemed as though a dozen snakes were writhing inside her two fuckholes.

The alien continued to explore her holes for several minutes, sometimes holding her parallel to the floor, sometimes sitting upright, sometimes at a weird angle. It was during one of these manipulations that Monica noticed a white liquid oozing from Rosa's tightly packed pussy. Had the alien cum inside her? Was she going to have an alien baby? What were the rules for interspecies intercourse?

Gently but deliberately, the alien lowered the spent woman to the floor, its appendages slowly withdrawing from her body. Standing tall over her, it suddenly shot stream after stream of white liquid up and down her body, like a bukakke film in overdrive. Monica got it then, though much of the viewing audience didn't. That wasn't alien reproductive liquids. It was simply what the aliens had seen in their study of human sexuality, provided by all the porn sites on the internet. First you fuck her, and then you shoot jizz all over her face and body. They were just replicating what they'd seen on film.

Scientists later corroborated her theory. The jizz they shot out of those appendages was mostly salt water, made white and viscous with some added enzymes. Highly unlikely to create alien babies. But it made for an impressive money shot.

The alien had disappeared then, leaving Rosa a wreck on the floor of her studio, her hair in disarray, her body streaked with fake alien cum, her skin flushed and sweaty from the thorough fucking she'd received. She'd gone into hiding after that. Some said she was holed up in the mountains. Others that she'd committed suicide after her humiliating episode on live TV. Still others said she'd become a sex slave of the aliens, one of only a few Earth women capable of giving them pleasure. Monica didn't really care. She had her own visitor to worry about. 

Monica noticed motion on the front porch, and her spirits rose and then fell as she realized that it wasn't her expected guest. Instead, it was one of the spectators, men from the neighborhood or god knew where else who were somehow called to witness these visitations. This one was leering at her, his hand in his pocket moving up and down, already stroking his cock in advance of the main event. Another joined him, pantomiming how he'd like to fuck her. She smiled and wiggled her body, dancing like a stripper, caressing her breasts and showing her ass. She didn't mind if they watched, as long as they stayed on that side of the window. And as long as they didn't presume that they could have her when her Visitor wasn't around. That wasn't likely, though. Who would want to mess with a species that had that much power?

She was just about to put on another ass-waggling show for the men crowding the window when she felt her arms and legs constrained in a vice-like grip. Four alien appendages, soft and rubbery, were locked around her wrists and ankles, holding her as still as if she'd been encased in ice. She tensed despite knowing that he'd be coming for her. The touch upon her skin felt so... so... unmistakably alien, that her fight or flight instincts always fired off. In this case, she couldn't have run or fought if she wanted to. And she definitely didn't want to. 

Monica wasn't sure why the aliens had selected her for this duty, but she was pretty sure it had something to do with her pussy. She'd always been able to squeeze it real tight around a cock Like tight enough to be painful to those men who couldn't stay hard the whole time. And when she started to orgasm, her pussy would spasm on its own, squeezing whatever was inside it with such rhythmic ferocity that anything caught in its grip would be milked mercilessly. And it was entirely involuntary. Which was why so many men went to such lengths to make sure she got off. She never knew how the aliens caught on to her special talent. But they had. And they enjoyed it.

The first time had been as clumsy as the pillaging of Rosa, more slam than bam, and no thank you ma'am. But as they practiced, the aliens got better at raping earth women, and better at deciding which ones would simply put up with it, and which would be active participants. Her first time, she'd been in the kitchen making dinner when the alien popped into place beside her. She'd stood there, shocked into stillness, as the alien arms slid under her clothing, exploring her body with all the subtleness of an adolescent boy. But when one tentacle latched onto her right nipple and began suckling it, she almost swooned. By the time another appendage began simultaneously massaging her clit and g-spot, the pleasure was so intense she began to wail, and couldn't spread her legs far enough apart. Her orgasm and subsequent spasmodic cunt had pleasured the alien enough that he'd grown dozens of extraneous tentacles and had literally showered her with sticky white jizz, leaving globs and rivers of it in her hair and dripping down her body. 




The Visitors



By the next visit, he'd learned to make a crude approximation of a penis with which to penetrate her. By the third visit, loose balls hung down behind a lengthy facsimile cock. By the fifth visit, he knew many more creative ways to penetrate her pussy, mouth and ass. And that not every penetration shape had to strictly replicate what human men could do. 

It was about then that their couplings began to attract an audience. Men she recognized from the neighborhood, along with men she'd never seen at all, would appear at the picture window to watch. Maybe the alien had invited them. Or maybe they were attracted by some unseen lure, or a blast of pheromones, or some other means. However they were called, they came to watch. And, beating off in time to the alien's ministrations, they came to cum. After the first performance for an audience, she'd painstakingly cleaned all the spent sperm off her front window, gagging the whole time. Now, she just took a hose to it, washing away the streaks of jizz with as much emotion as one might have hosing down a sidewalk. 

Now, standing completely nude before an audience of slightly crazed men, held spread-eagle from behind by four taut tentacles, Monica shivered in anticipation. Not one for foreplay, the alien moved into action. First he sent two tendrils sliding along the globes of her ass, each branching out and then branching again, until her ass was covered in a net of them. She strained to look back and see, but couldn't stretch her neck that far. Her ass started to tingle, as if each tendril had suddenly grown suckers along its length, and those suckers were now vacuuming in little sections of her tender skin. 

From the net encasing her ass, twin tendrils arced up between her legs, framing her pussy and then silently extending up her body. She watched, fascinated, as each one explored every inch of her hips, waist and stomach, the tips grazing her skin as lightly as the touch of a butterfly. Up they traveled, inexorably up, until they reached the mounds of her breasts, which, she hoped, would require much exploration before being conquered. The tendrils quickly split and then split again, weaving another net that encased each breast as seductively as any fishnet bodystocking. Full caps of alien flesh covered each nipple and areola, and Monica held her breath in the hope that these would soon begin suckling on her sensitive nipples. 

That sensation hit her moments later, and her knees would have buckled if the appendages weren't holding her upright. Even so, she let out a keening wail, the simultaneous feeling of suction and heat and cold and rubbing so totally overwhelming her system that all she could do was react like a tortured animal. Tits thus stimulated, the tendrils continued to climb, the tips like snakes testing the air for signs of prey. Another pair of tendrils began the climb up her lower back, but none of the touches registered much, so intense were the sensations emanating from her vibrating tits. 

She finally noticed what was happening when the front and rear tendrils met at her throat and began weaving a net around her neck. She only had a moment to worry about that, though. An appendage much like a bristle brush was now rubbing up and down her slit, sometimes parting the pussy lips and sometimes simply stimulating her outer lips. When it finally pushed itself deep into her cunt hole, it changed shape only enough to remove the hard bristles and turn them into stiff nubs, which devastatingly raked the inside of her cunt canal. 

Monica writhed upon the wriggling mass, but the torturous pleasure had only just begun. Another appendage, this one shaped like an arrowhead on a shaft, thrust viciously into her anus, insistently stretching her rim until the bottom ridge was inside, whereupon her anus closed up again and trapped the arrowhead inside her ass. She felt as though she had been fisted by an especially adroit lover, whose hand was just dexterous enough to cram inside her bowels. She was dimly aware of their audience gasping when the alien penetrated her ass, but what they couldn't see or imagine was that knobs on each alien appendage were now massaging the thin internal wall between her cunt and ass, turning the small bundle of nerves there into a white hot pleasure point that shot electric orgasms to every nerve ending in her body. 

With Monica keening with pleasure, straining to cram herself down even further onto the tentacles, the alien gave her the push. The Push. She lost any remaining will to resist. Lost even the least tiny bit of shame that she felt about spreading her legs and showing these men her most intimate parts, the wet pink of her pulsating pussy or the tight grasp of her sexy ass or the succulent flesh of her firm tits. Now she wanted to show them everything. She wished she'd left the door open so they could watch up close and see how eagerly she gave herself to the alien, and hear the sounds of her sex pleasuring his quivering appendages. She now wished, no, begged to have more holes for this alien to penetrate. More ways for her to give herself to him. She trembled at his power and wanted nothing more than to serve him in any way she could. 

Then the tendrils around her throat began to squeeze. Even with that slight pressure, she didn't fear for her life. For one thing, her tits felt like they were on fire, and that heat was shooting to every pore on her body. For another, she'd never heard of a woman being strangled to death by an alien. And for another... well, it felt pretty good. She wasn't to the point of gasping for air. But not getting enough was making her sooooo hot! She barely had time to have that thought when the two tendrils made their way up along the sides of her chin and met just over her lips. She couldn't see them; could only feel them hovering over her quivering lips. Then, swaying slightly, they reached out away from her face far enough that she could focus on them. Twining together, they shifted form and became a thick cock, complete with mushroom head, pulsing veins and puckered cum hole. If she hadn't seen it come together before her eyes, she would've thought it was a porn star's cock, that's how realistic it looked. 

When the creature brought it to her lips, she immediately parted them and began reverently licking the protruding phallus. It felt and tasted real, right down to the velvety feel of head and the slightly salty tasted of the cum hole. Mesmerized by the exactness of the reproduction, she fervently slurped at it, until the creature took pity on her and allowed the whole of it to enter her mouth. 

She took a tentative suck and let out a yelp when she felt the shafts in her ass and cunt thicken just a bit. Another suck, another expansion. A bigger suck, a bigger expansion. She knew, in theory, that she could end up splitting herself open. But it felt so good, so incredibly good, that she just couldn't help herself. Like so many times before, the creature's sinfully sexy penetrations were too much to resist. She gave herself over to the pleasures and sucked on the pulsing cock with abandon. 

The shaft in her pussy expanded to completely fill her to the brim, thankfully not far enough to tear her pussy lips apart. But, just as torturously, the outer walls of the expanded shaft again grew tiny bristles, which maddeningly brushed her cunt walls, sending lightning sparks along her nerve endings and throughout her body. The shaft in her ass expanded too, though it took the shape of a thick corkscrew. It slowly entered and withdrew from her anus, the ridges creating an excruciatingly pleasurable feeling throughout her ass. 

She was crying now, the pleasure coming in waves so powerful she felt she was falling into a precipice, where each second took her closer and closer to total destruction. She could barely bring in a breath, so tight were the bonds on her neck. Her cunt quaked and clenched, completely out of her control, and she could tell by the liquid running down her legs that she'd squirted sometime in there. Her ass was on fire, but in a good way, her anus being brutally fucked by a completely foreign object that was literally screwing her. And still she sucked on the cock in her mouth, its thick walls ragged against her tongue. 

She felt her feet leaving the floor, and the alien carried her towards the window, like an animal being displayed at a butcher shop. It effortlessly dangled her in front of the masturbating men, twirling her around so they could see her from every angle. The thick cock in her mouth. The shafts in her ass and cunt. The net tight around her neck. She noticed that someone in the crowd was videotaping the whole thing, and thanks to the Push it gave her pleasure, but that thought was quickly replaced by the realization that she was being held flat on her back and her legs were relentlessly being pried open. 

Both shafts in her ass and cunt suddenly took on the appearance of the one in her mouth, and all three began simultaneously fucking her, while other tendrils held her still and open for all to see. She'd never stopped cumming, but this took it to a whole new levels. Eyes wide, face sweaty, gasping for breath and sobbing, the waves of pleasure threatened to make her pass out. Face fucked, pussy pounded and ass reamed, she was as well fucked as any woman had ever been, or could ever be.. She only knew that she couldn't take much more of it, else she would need to be carried away on a stretcher. 

Suddenly, all three penises were outside her body and disgorging thick, syrupy white cum, spurting it up and down her body, with special attention to her now unencumbered tits. The splashes of hot liquid sent her body into another paroxysm of orgasms, ripping her from core to fingertips. She saw through hazy eyes that all the men on her porch were shooting their loads all over her front window, the globs of sperm living testaments to what they would do to her if they had the chance. 

As if in response, more and more of the creature's tendrils unwove and shot big loads of cum onto her face, all over her tits and coating her pussy and asshole. By the time it ended, she felt and looked like she'd been trapped out in a cum rainstorm, the gooey jizz as tenaciously sticky as honey. 

Suddenly, as quickly as it started, it was over. The men furtively left the front porch, the only sign of their presence the loads of sticky cum dribbling down the window. She lay on the floor, quivering and whimpering, the cum coagulating over every inch of her body. Her cunt and asshole were stingingly sore, though the slimy cum was somewhat soothing the pain. Her tits, and her nips especially, were red and tender, and every movement she made sent tendrils of tingles flooding from her nips into every other part of her body. She checked her neck and was surprised to see that the creature hadn't broken her larynx. 

Cum covered, unable to stand and looking through her cum streaked window, Monica had just one thought before exhaustion and sleep claimed her: She really liked the idea of an alien invasion. And she couldn't wait until the next one.

The End.



The Visitor's Surprises



My thanks to Jeriscol for his editing. This story was reposted with minor edits to help make it more enjoyable for readers.

*

Of course she wanted to come and visit on the weekend when the City was full. The national lacrosse championships and the state cheerleading championships were being held in the City all weekend. There wasn't a hotel room within at least 50 miles. I suggested our guest room. Trish, my wife, thought that a good idea. She invited Kim to stay with us for three days. Kim would have a day with her relatives, including her step-niece who was in the cheerleading competition, and part of a day on either side of the competition to visit with us.

Kim lived in Southern California. She was married and had mothered two kids that were now launched. She was still a looker, even though she was complaining about hot flashes according to my wife. She had long blond hair, a thin svelte figure, and a over generous set of knockers that did not sag that I'd fantasized about the two other times I'd met her, each encounter about a decade apart. Further, she had that knack of wearing outfits that were just flashy enough to call attention to herself, but that weren't over the top. 

Kim had been one of Trish's roommates in college. They didn't see each other but every year or two, but they had kept in touch constantly. I think Trish talked to her a couple of times a week while driving home from work. Two years had past since her last visit. Usually when Kim visited I saw her at meal times, but other than that I made myself sort of invisible so the two of them could talk.

Five days before Kim's planned visit, I arrived home to find Trish packing for a trip. "Where are you off to? I asked. 

"My Mum's having trouble breathing again. I've been on the phone all day with doctors and nurses setting up appointments for her starting tomorrow. I'm catching the evening flight out to Austin. She's probably got the balance of her meds all screwy again; it'll take a week or so to straighten her out, just like the last time."

"Should I come? What can I do to help?" I asked. "Nothing at all but be on stand-by here. I might need you to come out there if her asthma gets any worse," my wife said. I didn't even think about Kim's visit that day.

Trish called late the next evening from Austin. As suspected her mother was struggling with the medicines she was taking to cope with her asthma. At least she'd stopped smoking. She had a couple of more doctors' appointments over the next week and Trish seemed to have everything under control.

As we were talking on the phone, I reminded Trish about Kim's visit. She started, "You'll have to vacuum and clean before she comes. The guest room should be clean except for all the stuff piled on the bed and desk; just hide all that away somewhere. You'll have to be host. Take her to dinner or such. Be nice to her -- very nice. She's my favorite friend and I don't want her to think I've abandoned her to a dolt. I think she'll have a car so you won't have to do too much except entertain her in the evenings. I'll call her now and explain why I'll miss her. I'll have her call you about her arrival time."

I acknowledged the arrangement and we went on to other things. Two days later Kim called. "I can't find a rental car anywhere in the state, what's going on there? It can't be that every cheerleader wants a car that weekend?" I assured her not, but did talk about the other events going on nearby that weekend that had lots of outsiders flying into the area at the same time as her visit. We worked out that I'd pick her up at the airport the next day and then she could use the car over the weekend since I was planning on working around the house and wouldn't need it.

I got busy with the vacuuming and dusting. The place sparkled better than usual by the time I was through. 

Kim's flight arrived about noon. I shined myself up and put on my best casual clothes. I stopped at a florist on the way to airport and picked up a bouquet of pretty flowers for her, put some light jazz in the car's CD player and was curbside at the airport when she came out from the luggage pickup area. We hugged and kissed one another as old friends do. I presented her with the flowers, and I got a more serious kiss. This was clearly the right thing to do. She said, "You are such a romantic. I love it. Don't ever stop." I got another hug.

She was excited about being here and apparently about being with me. She briefly mentioned missing Trish, and I had the feeling it was me that she really wanted to see. "Oh, well," I thought, "I won't be dolt for three days."

Now I'm no movie star and I'm certainly not in her league when it comes to keeping up with fashion and style. I am quite fit and exercise a lot, even as I've gotten older, I've added a few pounds in the wrong places, but not too many. Lastly, I love women; I find them fascinating and so it is easy for me to devote my full attention to them. Kim made this easy to do. As we drove, my whole attention was focused on her. She ate it up.

Kim had not had lunch, so rather than go to the house I drove to a little outdoor restaurant in a quaint section of town and we sat and had a few leisurely glasses of wine and salads. It was especially nice to be seen with Kim, since she was such a looker. People did look. 

By the end of the meal, we were both blatantly flirting with each other. There was a lot of touching of arms and shoulders, brushing things out each other's hair, and eye contact with deep looks into each other's souls.

It was three o'clock by the time we got to the house. She hadn't visited us at this house before, since we'd moved in only a year before. The house was on the bay with a spectacular view, and had a beautiful and large swimming pool. Kim announced, "Oh, I have to go swimming right now." She scampered off to unpack and change.

I slipped on swim trunks, got towels and was in the pool when she came outside. She took a dive from the side into the deep end and swam under water towards me. She grabbed my legs and proceeded to try to swim through them. In the process she up-ended me and when we came up we were holding on to each other, and sputtering and laughing. 

"Oh, this is so nice. I haven't been this warm for months," she said as she swam away from me. "Is that because of me or the air temperature?" I questioned with a not too subtle nuance. She laughed impishly and hugged me again before swimming out of range. We started doing slow laps in the pool next to one another. After a while, we both climbed out.

I pulled two chaises close together and we both lay down to bask in the sun. I reached over to just touch her arm and ended up stroking it. She started stroking back, and soon our hands were taking turns lightly smoothing and caressing the other's hands. Neither of us acknowledged the contact with words, yet it was very sensuous and arousing.

Kim was wearing a beautiful bikini-style bathing suit full of color and flare. It was a prim and proper two-piece suit. Nevertheless, from my vantage point on the chaise next to her, I could examine her pretty body. First, her breasts were tightly packaged into the bikini bra, leaving an alluring display of cleavage between the two mounds. Her legs were quite shapely and athletic, and looked unusually long in part due to the high cut nature of the bathing suit. I was in heaven taking in the view.

We continued our lunchtime chat about kids, spouses, great books and movies, events in town, dinner preferences, and dozens of other topics. About five o'clock I opened up a bottle of wine and some cheeses for the two of us and we indulged as we sat in the warm setting sun.

Eventually, we went in to change for dinner. I was quick to shower and toss on slacks and a sport shirt. As I walked by the guest room, the door was open. Kim was standing in front of the mirror in bra and panties. I gawked. She looked pleased with herself and said, "You see less skin than that bikini I was wearing fifteen minutes ago." She laughed delightfully, came over and kissed me on the cheek. Then returned to finish dressing. I stayed in the open doorway talking some nonsense about the restaurant while my gawk continued.

When she was about done dressing, including having me zip her up, and putting on make-up, I went and poured myself more wine. My temperature was up. I was aroused and pondering what this evening would bring.

I was sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen bar when Kim came up behind me and rubbed her breasts across my back as she hugged me. I turned and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Oh, that's not a serious kiss," she said. She came around in front of me, keeping her arms around my neck, leaned down and we had a serious kiss -- a very serious kiss.

This was a kiss without rushing. Our heads slightly tilted, eyes open to see the other person, and then a slow approach. We both knew what we were going to do. First, we could feel the other's hot breath, then our lips just rubbed together gently, and then the harder part of the kiss materialized. Our mouths opened slightly and our tongues gently tested the acceptance of the other. Once it was clear that we were both receptive to a deep kiss, our tongues explored even deeper and with more ardor. 

As we kissed, my shank stiffened and my pants started to show the bulge. My hands were no longer idle; from my seated position I could run one hand up and down Kim's legs and use the other to stroke her buttocks. She had on slacks, yet they were a thin fabric and so the slow stroking I started was no doubt felt by her as though she was naked. On my up strokes, I would stop just short of her pussy area. I didn't want her to suddenly scream, "Pervert" or slap me or tell Trish that I'd hit on her. After we were well into our second kiss, I doubted any of those options would occur.

Neither of us moved our bodies. Kim remained standing with me stroking up and down one thigh and then the other. I was seated with her breasts pressed around my left shoulder. Our heads were turned and tilted towards each other so that we could continue kissing.

Eventually, she withdrew, picked up my wine glass and took a large sip of the beverage. "Wow," she said. I replied, "Double wow!" After a few seconds, I asked, "Well, ready for dinner?" With an attitude of distraction, she said, "Yes. Yes, let's go. If I stay here, who knows what will happen" 

Dinner was at a romantic little bistro in the exclusive part of town. We had an outdoor table again. "So European," Kim noted. The wine was wonderful and the dinner superb. The company was equally romantic. We continued to touch and stroke each other's palms and arms as we had started at lunch. There was more of a familiarity about it now. 

After dinner we walked up one side of the street and down the other window-shopping. Our stroll was really an excuse for us to tightly hold onto one another. It was also, perhaps, the opportunity for each of us to think about where the evening was going and how we wanted it to end. Apparently, we both had similar thoughts; Kim finally leaned over and kissed me and said, "Let's go back to the house. It's more private there."

At the house, while she went off to freshen up as she called it, I got out some Grand Marnier. I was again seated at the kitchen bar when she returned. She walked up and stood in front of me, between my outstretched legs, and put her arms around me. I put my hands on her hips and was holding her close, but without pulling her into my loins. She kissed me warmly. "Thank you for dinner." 

I kissed back then while she watched took a sip from my cordial glass and then kissed her again, this time squirting the Grand Marnier from my mouth into hers. The moment was a turning point. She moved forward, pushing her pelvis into against me and rubbing her breasts across my chest. This was a mating dance.

"Wow," she said, licking her lips, "no one has ever French-kissed me with Grand Marnier before." After a few more regular kisses, she said, "I'd like some more Grand Marnier." I reached for a clean glass, but she stopped my hand. "No, that's not how I want it." I sipped some more in my mouth and again thrust more into her mouth as we French kissed again. 

She reached up and undid the top button on her blouse. "The rest is up to you," she said in a sexy voice. I reached up with one hand and maneuvered each of the lower buttons to open the blouse completely, pulling it from her waistband as I did. 

Once the blouse was open, I put my head to her lacy bra and blew my hot breath on the apex of first one breast and then the other. I was rewarded soon enough as I felt each nubbin rise to meet my moist call. I made small biting motions through the bra's thin material at each nipple. Kim watched intently as I ministered to her breasts with my mouth. She cradled my head and was holding me close to her.

My hands were not idle. I started to stroke her buttocks again and then returned to stroking up and down her thighs with one hand. This time I willingly got closer and closer to her pussy on each up stroke. I was trying to make these moments as sensuous as possible for both of us, expecting them to end at any second.

"Come," she said, pulling me to the family room sofa. We nestled in next to each other. She undid the buttons on my shirt until she had my chest exposed. She then ran her tongue around each of my nipples, biting gently as she went. I was going into orbit. 

I undid her bra snap and in a sweeping movement Kim shrugged off both blouse and bra. I lost my shirt too. We hugged but in a way that allowed her to use just her nipples to stroke my chest. Her nips were highly erect and sticking out three-fourths of an inch. Having them rub across my chest is a feeling I'll never get used to.

I finally stopped her and captured a breast in my mouth, suckling onto her nipple with at first gentle and then rougher sucking and biting action. Her body language told me I was hitting all the right spots. 

As I sucked on her nipples, I again started stroking up and down her legs with my free hand. Finally, she stood up and said, "Come with me. We'll be more comfortable in bed." We walked into the guest room.

She stood and faced me, half naked; her beautiful erect breasts betraying her arousal. She undid her belt and a zipper and her pants dropped to the floor. She kicked them to the side as she dropped her lacy thong too. I lost my clothing in as rapid a moment.

We stood facing each other for a moment. Both of us were totally nude. My erection arched out from my body. Her pubic area was devoid of hair to accommodate her bikini. Then we came together in another hug; this time savoring the feeling of each other's bodies and our skin-to-skin contact. We rubbed our bodies together to maximize the skin contact. We had another one of those soul kisses; this time with greater meaning and feeling to it.

Then we were on the bed. I buried my face between her legs. She spread her legs apart for maximum availability. I slowly licked up and down her slit, savoring her musky taste. I found her clitoral nub and periodically focused attention there. 

After a few moments of external stimulation, I brought a finger into action. I thrust in and out of her pussy lips with the finger as I continued my oral attention. Kim was jerking around on the bed and moaning encouragements to me. 

I felt around inside her vagina and finally located her G-spot by the slightly rougher texture of vaginal skin. I could tell I found the right place, because Kim yanked my head into her pussy when I stroked the area and sucked on her clit at the same time. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she groaned. 

I kept stroking her G-spot and increasingly focused on her clit, not fully ignoring her swollen labial lips either. I occasionally thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy too. Her moaning and panting increased. 

Finally, she clutched the top of my head and pulled me into her. A long "Faaaahhhuuucccckkk," replaced her groans. Her hips rose off the bed as she thrust her cunt into my mouth. There then followed a series of little squeaks and moans as her body visibly deflated from her climax.

She looked doe eyes at me. "Oh how did you ever learn how to do that, you wonderful man." She reached down and pulled me up to her so she could kiss me. "Hummm," she said, "you taste like my pussy! How delightful." 

She then pushed me over on my back and arched her body over so she could take my erection into her mouth. I had deflated slightly while I was administering to her. At first she had the whole penis in, but then a surge of arrived and my cock grew to a rigid rod, and she was only attending to the end.

Kim alternately stroked me in a masturbating move and sucked and licked the mushroomed head of my unit. I kept swelling. Gradually, she pulled the rod deeper and deeper into her mouth. I felt the tip enter her throat as her lips pushed into my pubic bone. 

Now I was the one moaning. I started little thrusts to emphasize that I had a mission to accomplish too. She reached up and stroked and pinched my nipples.

If I have the choice of where to cum, it is not into a willing mouth, although that's not a trivial activity. I would much rather be embedded deep in a warm pussy. So, when I felt my internal plumbing go on high alert, I pulled Kim up to me indicating it was time to couple.

At my urging, Kim straddled my hips facing me. She rose up while she held my saliva-covered cock in her right hand. She rubbed the mushroom head along her slit several times, focusing on her clit. 

She started little up and down jerky movements over me, sometimes thrusting her hips forward and sometimes to one side or the other. Each time she came down, my dick would go a little deeper into her cunt. Quarter inch by quarter inch she worked her pussy down my cock. Until at last our pubic bones pushed together.

We didn't move for a few moments, just enjoying the sense of mutual coupling that we had accomplished. I relished in the warmth surrounding my cock, punctuated as it was by an occasional muscle twitch from her. Kim vocally praised the sense of fullness that she was feeling.

I reached up and again started to stroke and smooth her breasts, rubbing her nipples between my fingers. I could actually feel her vaginal muscles contract when I pinched or bit into one of her nips a little harder than usual. 

Gradually, we established a rhythm as I pistoned in and out of her vagina. We enjoyed this pace for a few moments and then Kim started to rotate her hips in a rolling motion that sucked my cock deep into her body on her forestroke -- right up to her cervix, and then released me on the backstroke. 

She was bent over me as she was doing this so that I could suck on first one breast and then the other. Her nipples were rigid, the same as my cock; all were steel rods of varying lengths extending from our bodies to maximize our pleasure in some way.

Kim's rotating hips did me in. I couldn't hold back any longer and told her so. "I'm going to cum," I said in panting voice. She smiled and kissed me again; "Me too," she said. 

We pumped only another thirty seconds with increased vigor as my orgasm arrived. I could feel the approach from deep in my body. The first rays of ultimate pleasure filled my whole lower body as I thrust up into her cunt. The wonderful sensation radiated outward until it was focused on my balls and cock. 

Rapidly, then, signals going to my brain said this is spectacular; you feel good all over -- and I did. My little pump called forth the frothy white semen from deep within me and I could feel the surges moving down my urethra into Kim's body. I came and came and came, filling her exquisite pussy with my love juice.

Kim's orgasm arrived simultaneously with mine. Her vocalizations became louder and louder again. Moans had turned into squeaks of enjoyment had turned into slutty words, spoken and then shouted, urging continued fucking, sucking and licking until the end of time. Her back arched and she thrust her cunt down onto my cock for deep penetration. Her arms moved back to support her from falling backwards onto my legs. I was deep into her body, my cockhead by her cervix as I exploded. I could feel the strong rippling muscles inside her milking every drop of fluid from my cock. Kim said she could feel my surges splashing on the walls of her cunt. I think she said "Oh God" about a dozen times. We were both soaked in sweat and the room had that sensual aroma of intercourse and good sex. 




The Visitor's Surprises



Kim collapsed over me. I remained deeply ensconced in her. We were both still panting and our hearts were still racing. We just held each other tightly as the after shocks from our climaxes subsided and our body chemistry came back towards normal. 

I was stroking Kim's back and buttocks gently as we cuddled. She remained above me, clearly unwilling to make any move that would result in my separation from her.

Finally, I could feel her legs spasm slightly in their folded positions astride me. I rolled to the side, still keeping my penis as deep in her vagina as I could. We laughed as the roll took us to the edge of the bed and there was a scramble to not fall off. I separated from her in the process.

We continued to hug and kiss again for a few moments. I then asked, "When was the last time you went skinny dipping?" She laughed and said, "Let's go!"

We both scampered through the darkened house and out the back door to the pool. As she walked through the house, Kim held her hand over her pussy so she wouldn't drip somewhere. I left the lights off lest the neighbors see more than they should. The house had a lot of glass. A quick check, however, showed that both neighbors were out or away; their homes were dark.

We both dove into the pool enjoying the sensation of nude swimming. Kim and I gravitated to each other and kissed and cuddled as we floated almost weightless in the dark waters. I continued to polish her breasts. She commented, "They'll glow tomorrow if you don't stop." I told her, "No, they'll need polishing tomorrow too." I sucked and kissed both breasts.

We floated next to each other, holding hands and looking up at the night sky. The stars were brilliant. I pointed out a satellite slowly passing overhead and then some planets and constellations. The moon was just a sliver in the corner of the sky.

I spread towels out on one of the chaises and we cuddled together on it under the night sky. Amazingly there were no bugs that night. 

Kim said, "You know I hope I didn't gross you out with my language back there," gesturing to the house. "When I'm making love I seem to like to talk 'dirty'. For me it's a turn on." 

I told her that it was probably a bigger turn on for me. We talked through the words that made our bodies respond more. While we were having this discussion, we both started stroking each other's sex organs. She was manipulating me in a way that overtly said, "Let's do it again." I was fingering her slit.

I had learned years before that rapidly moving some fingers in and out of a vagina produced no end of excitement for a woman. Thus, as we heated up again, I started this move on Kim. She was "oh-ing" and "ah-ing" as I did this, her breath coming in little pants. Meanwhile, as she responded, I reacted to her and my cock hardened again.

When I reached penetration rigidity, I moved over the top of her on the chaise. Kim spread her legs, pulling her knees back with her hands to allow maximum penetration. I placed my cockhead at the entrance to her tunnel and slowly thrust into her, working my full length into her moist slit. I was swelling too, so by the time I finished the first strokes of my penetration, I was again fully erect.

In the dim light we fucked; no, we loved. We lavished kisses on one another and whispered words of tenderness and encouragement. I hadn't felt like this in over thirty years. Kim admitted that she hadn't either. I sucked on her breasts some more as I continued my rhythmic thrusts.

Kim started to have a series of little mini climaxes as I worked on her. I would put my fingers down between us, find her clitoris and then rub the area. Kim's tone of voice and moaning would increase, she would start to pant and then a huge sigh would erupt from her body. I think she had four of them before we decided we would be more comfortable in the bed again.

We uncoupled and went in the house. I had an idea I shared with Kim; "I spend a lot of time in my home office; I want to make love to you on the sofa in there. You'll leave and I never want to forget this night, even when I'm in this room." She changed direction and pulled me to the sofa in my den.

She lay back and spread her legs again. I nestled right into her pussy again, sinking deep into her with a single thrust. She put her head back and sighed. Now I started pumping in and out of her with increasingly rapid strokes. I was on a mission again.

We entertained each other with an increasingly vocal selection of questions and stories about what we were doing to each other. The language became more crude as we used our favorite sex words like fuck, cunt, pussy, vagina, rod, shank, cock, dick, and so forth. 

Even from her supine position, Kim started rolling her hips into me with that milking motion. I could feel the muscles on the walls of her vagina start to pull me deeper in her milking motion. We told each other we were ready. I increased my pace and then the waves of ecstatic pleasure swept over me as I made my final lunges into her body. Kim climaxed simultaneously too -- her back arching off of the soft cushions.

Jet after jet of semen erupted from me into her body. She pulled her legs back again to maximize my penetration and to signal her receptivity of my fluids. We were both moaning and groaning in our pleasure. There were lots of "Oh shit's" and "Oh God's".

This time I collapsed on top of her. My arms couldn't hold me up any longer. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and hugged me tightly. "Oh a girl could get used this kind of treatment," she said. We kissed and loved each other some more.

After a while I got up and went and sat in my desk chair for a moment. I looked back at her available body on my sofa. "I never want to forget you there like that. I just wanted to capture the mental picture."

Kim said, "Take a real picture of me this way. Just don't you dare ever let anyone else find it!" I rummaged in a drawer and found my digital camera and took several pictures of her posing on the sofa in absolutely pornographic poses. 

I came back to her on the sofa and picked her up. I carried her down the hall to the guest room where I gently deposited her on the bed. I crawled in next to her and we cuddled and kissed in the dark until sleep overtook our bodies.

*****

I awoke the next morning next to this goddess that had arrived on my doorstep the day before. I lay on my pillow and watched her still sleeping. Even though her hair was a tangle, Kim was beautiful. She had an angelic glow about her in the morning light that filtered into the bedroom. 

Some inner message told her she was being watched. As I continued looking at her beauty, I could tell that minute-by-minute she was regaining consciousness. Then her eyes opened slowly, first as slits protecting her eyes from the intrusive light of the day, and then opening wide. She gave me a groggy smile as she stretched. Her body was still nude from the night before and so her stretch highlighted her generous breasts to me. I leaned in and kissed her eyelids, then her nose, then her lips, then her cheeks, then her neck, and worked my way down and planted a kiss on each breast directly on the nipple. She giggled.

Kim wiggled across the bed and came into my arms, wrapping herself within my body and pressing her nakedness against my own. We kissed again. Suddenly, she whispered, "My breath may not be very good." I said, "Your fine. Kiss me again and don't worry." This time our kiss was deep and more meaningful.

"If you were around here all the time I think I'd tell you I love you," I whispered to her. She nuzzled into me then came up to look me in the eye. She said, "I'd probably be telling you the same thing; you are a great lover." "Aren't we both?" I asked her.

Nature called and I finally had to get up to go to the bathroom. She did too. Rather than dress, I just went into the kitchen nude, put on a pot of coffee and poured us both some juice. She came in a moment later with a short robe on. Seeing my nakedness she undid the tie on the robe, forced the front open and came and hugged me against her nude body.

"Oh, I could make love to you morning, noon and night," I said. "That's the message I'm trying to send you right now," she replied. We pressed our bodies together. My penis stirred at the attraction and visual stimulation.

"What time do you have to be at your niece's performance?" I asked. "In about an hour," she said, "but I'll take a rain check for anything you're offering or thinking about or might think about!" I laughed and poured her some coffee. We both had decided there wasn't time for even a quickie before we had to leave.

"There's juice for you. Here're three kinds of cereal and milk. I still need to wash up from our loving last night." I kissed her and said, "I'll be right back." I padded across the house to my shower. A few minutes later I'd shaved, showered and dressed in slacks and a golf shirt.

Kim was just finishing a bowl of cereal at the patio table beside the pool. The morning was crystal clear and promised an entire day of warm temperatures. "Oh aren't we dashing," she said as she noted my dress. "You can go as you are," I suggested, indicating that she might wear just her robe to the cheerleading event her step-niece was in. She flashed me. 

She carried her dishes into the kitchen and put them in the sink. "I'll be ready in fifteen," she said and she toddled across the house, slowly stripping the robe off her body in a very seductive strip tease.

I'd decided to go to the cheerleading competition with her, so when she emerged looking like a million dollars in a flowery summer frock, I had the car already out and in front of the house. I held the door for her and then hopped in and drove to the large school where the competition was. We finally found a place to park and walked to the main building.

The place was a mob scene. Teenagers in various school uniforms were everywhere, usually in gaggles of a dozen or so girls. Even more parents and relatives milled around the outside of this mix looking ill at ease or at best bored.

Kim and I roamed the hallway and then the gymnasiums looking for her relatives. Suddenly, she let out a shriek and was embracing another equally stunning woman. Both of them were talking a thousand miles an hour. I stood aside and looked on with amusement at the greeting scene.

Kim then introduced me to Joan, her husband Bart's sister. Joan's second husband already had a daughter by a former wife that was Kim's step niece. This relationship had to be explained to me several times before I got it. Joan's husband was to be along shortly. No one questioned the relationship between Kim and me.

Joan was also a stunning blond. Someone's trophy wife, I thought. She was about ten years younger than Kim but the same height and figure. I wondered whether they drank the same brand of bottled water.

As we were talking a beautiful young blond in a blue and white cheerleading outfit with a big "B" on it came bouncing up to the three of us. "Oh Mom, this is so exciting. Heather's here too. We haven't seen each other in months." 

Joan introduced us to her stepdaughter Sara. Sara was polite but her enthusiasm and the potential to win blinded her to anything other than the event and kids her own age. She bounded off again when she saw a boy her own age that she knew. As Joan turned to watch her go, Kim leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don't you wish I'd worn a skirt that short, and with no knickers too?" She pinched my butt.

My head snapped around. Joan turned back, but Kim and I were standing there looking innocent and full of interest in the surrounding crowd. 

"Oh look, there's Jerry," she said, waving wildly across the auditorium to a tall salt and pepper haired guy that looked like Gregory Peck. Jerry came over and introductions were made and mandatory hugs exchanged. The four of us followed Jerry who had figured out where to sit and who to root for. Soon we were seated in the bleachers with a thousand other parents and friends as the show started.

A panel of eight judges sat at a table down on the gym floor in front of us. Each school's cheerleading squad had to perform some required moves and then they could improvise. Each of the routines was graded in terms of originality and difficulty.

The squads were about ninety percent girls. In a gesture of humor I speculated to Kim about the future sexual orientation of the few boys on the team. Kim whispered in my ear, "Don't worry about the guys. You should know that I'm not wearing any underwear and that someone is going to get lucky later today!" I gave her a double take and a big smile. "And what would you like me to do with that information?" I inquired. She just winked and patted my knee.

Squad after squad came and did their five to seven minute routines. There was a lot of jumping over each other and rolling around on the floor taking place. Frequently, one or more cheerleaders were hurled somehow to amazing heights and then even more amazingly caught by their teammates before becoming an accident statistic. A large board at the end of the hall was recording the judges' scores and the relative team standings.

About the eighth group to perform was Beaumont High, which I discerned from the excitement from Joan and Jerry was Sara's school and squad. Sure enough about twenty-five young maidens came running out to the center of the gym. We could tell that every move was well rehearsed and the entire team synchronized with one another. Everyone got thrown into the air at one time or another, often three or four at a time. Some amazing cartwheels and other gymnastic routines were performed and the event ended. Beaumont's score was admirable but not first place. I think the school that won started with a "D". 

We followed Joan and Jerry outside after Beaumont High's squad had finished. I gave Kim lots of time to talk with her relatives. After all, the scenery was magnificent with all of the cheerleaders running around. I had also suggested that we have lunch together, in spite of wanting to take Kim back to house and ravish her for the rest of the day.

While Kim, Joan and Jerry were talking, I called Trish on my cell phone to check in. She said her mother was doing fine and her breathing was again normal. She allowed as how she'd had a great talk with Kim a couple of days earlier and did not need to talk to her now. I described the competition and how we'd eaten at the bistro the night before. She again urged me to be 'especially' nice to her friend, to spend time with her, and to take her someplace special again tonight. I allowed as how that was not a problem as Kim was such a nice person and had turned out to be easy to talk with. We said our good-byes and ended the call.

The four of us did go off to eat after Joan had hunted down Sara and told her our plans. Apparently, Joan and Jerry would return to pick up their daughter after lunch. Kim and I would be free the rest of the day. I decided that a walk down the beach would be a suitable activity to show a visiting guest. At least that's what we told Joan and Jerry we were going to do. 

After lunch, we bid Kim's relatives good-bye. In the car, I turned to Kim, "Are you really not wearing underwear?" She grabbed my hand and pulled it up under her dress. Sure enough, I was treated to contact with the smooth mons of my passenger. I took the opportunity to insert one finger partway into her slit. "Hummm," I said, "Seems wet and willing." Kim just said, "Right! Let's go, fuck buddy."

I sniffed my finger and inhaled her unique musky scent. It was truly arousing. I announced that if they made perfume of her scent I would buy a gallon and bathe in it daily. Kim allowed as how dogs would certainly want to smell my crotch. I periodically re-dipped my finger in her ink well as we drove home.

I drove right into the garage and closed the garage door. There was a trail of clothes across the house as we headed to the bedroom. 

Our sex was an urgent coupling making up for the hours of feigning indifference and sexual disinterest in one another while we were with Joan and Jerry. I was in a rock ready state by the time I penetrated her. There was no foreplay other than what had gone on in the car. We were ready.

We fucked and fucked and fucked. As I'd approach an orgasm I'd slow or stop and rain kisses down on Kim's body, at least the part I could reach without pulling out of her body. She understood our need to copulate but hold off our climaxes at least until we had savored the joy of our sexual union.

Kim experienced some small orgasms that became more and more frequent as I assaulted her clit with my thumb. We changed positions a number of times. We'd started in the missionary position, then be side by side with our legs intertwined, then she'd come over me. Whenever I could, I would suck on one of her breasts; Kim said she could almost cum with just my sucking on her breasts.

Finally, I pulled out of her and positioned her on her knees. I could reach around her and fondle her dangling breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. I entered her cunt from the back in doggy style. She allowed as how she loved this position but hadn't tried it for years. I told her our playing was over and that I was going for the "big it". 

I thrust back and forth into her cunt in a staccato rhythm of lust and love. Kim thrust back against me with the same urgency. She also started to give me a running commentary on how she was enjoying our fuck, on how she loved my cock in her mouth and in her pussy, how she loved cum and wanted to swim in it, how she wished she was a cheerleader and could wear the tiny uniform as she fucked me only without underwear so that I could fuck her all the time, and how she was so glad that we had found this time together. The string of dirty words and visions she painted for us was stimulating and I came hard.

I came and came. Back arched, head back, and my hips thrust tightly into Kim's hips. Kim had read my signals and cum almost at the same time I had. We both vocalized our climaxes to one another, praising the prick and cunt contact and stimulation. 

I wondered where I generated so much semen, particularly since we'd had intercourse twice the evening before. Did I regenerate that fast. I was about thirty years older than when I'd lost my virginity; at that time I knew I had great regenerative powers. Trish and I kept track of how many times we had sex each day on our honeymoon too; I think the record was twelve times in one day.

Kim and I both collapsed next to each other. We were smelly, sweaty but loveable. We fondled and kissed one another. Kim was leaking my cream pie juice, but I didn't care. I leaned down and started to lick and eat her pussy.

Kim was startled. "Oh, my, no one has ever done that to me before. Are you sure? Oh, don't stop! Oh, that feels so good!" I kept it up, using both tongue and fingers. Kim continued, "Oh dear, oh dear, you're going to make me cum again. Oh. Oh. Ohhhh." And then there was a shudder. It started deep within her, but I could feel it come from her back forward to her pussy. 

As my fingers massaged her G-spot, I could feel the pussy muscles contract as her climax arrived. Kim went rigid. Her back arched; she threw her head back into the pillows. "Oh dear God. Oh dear God." She pulled my head into her mons and stopped my hand from stimulating her clitoris. After about thirty seconds, she started to relax.

"Oh, my God. I didn't know the human body could experience such pleasure," Kim stated. "I just want to fuck you all the time. I want to inhale you into my pussy and not let you go. Your job will be to just keep giving me orgasms all day and all night." Slowly her heartbeat returned to normal. We cuddled and caressed each other. Kim even said she liked how the mix of my cum and her juices tasted when I kissed her. She liked it a lot and wanted more. I went back to the well and got some more in my mouth and brought the juices up for us to both enjoy. We did.




The Visitor's Surprises



In late afternoon, we cleaned up a bit and put on bathing suits and went for a walk along the beach. Kim went in swimming to try to remove the wet spot that kept forming in the crotch of her bathing suit. I laughed and joined her.

We hugged and walked with our arms around each other. We were two lovers experiencing the delight in each other's company. Others watched us, possibly with envy that they didn't have such a relationship. 

After our walk we returned to the house. We rinsed off the sand and took a dip in the pool, then I got out a bottle of wine and we sat and had our hors d'oeuvres on the patio. The sun eventually set. We'd been talking for hours.

I suggested dinner at a more casual spot than the night before. We both dressed down and headed out. Mattison's was where we went for dinner. They had a four-piece rock band that was belting out some great music into their outdoor restaurant. We sat off to the side and watched the scene for a while and then we even danced a few numbers. 

Our moves on the dance floor soon became lewd; I thought we might get asked to leave. Kim grabbed my hips and pulled me into her from the front and then from the back. There was no doubt that we were acting out the dance of love only without the prick-pussy connection. Kim's good looks were sufficient to attract attention on their own; her moves with me while we were dancing just capped off the evening. Even the band members were smiling with that "someone's gonna get laid tonight" look.

Eventually, we left. Instead of heading right home we went down by the marina and city park. There was usually a pretty mellow guitar player there at one of the bars, and his music carried across the whole park. We walked along near O'Leary's and finally found a park bench in dark corner of the park where we could hear some guitar music, but had some privacy. 

We started necking and petting. I could feel Kim's breasts through her thin dress; she wasn't wearing a bra. I sucked on her nipples through the fabric of the dress bringing them to full erection. Kim moaned. She reached down and started to massage the growing lump in my pants; I responded to her efforts by developing a genuine boner. After checking that no one else was around, she unzipped me and pried my cock out of my pants.

She then leaned over and started to give me a great blowjob. I couldn't believe this was happening in the park only a hundred yards from O'Leary's. At one point, she came up and said, "You'd better tell me if anyone is coming. I don't want to get arrested." We both laughed and she dove back down onto my cock. I lay back and enjoyed the moment.

I enjoyed her ministrations, but really wanted to cum in her pussy. I suggested that she mount me. We both looked around to test our aloneness again, and then she hiked up her dress, pulled her knickers to one side and mounted me. I guided my penis into her warm sheath. She let the dress drop again. Anyone passing by might wonder, but they wouldn't be sure whether we were fucking or not.

We then started a gentle rolling thrusting into each other. I fondled her breasts through the fabric of her dress or reached in through the front. We kissed and smoothed. We started telling each other what might happen if we were caught. In one scenario, someone came along and joined us, a male that proceeded to fuck her harder and longer than I was. Or, in another story, the interloper was a female that ate us both out and had a juicy cunt we both got to eat. We carried on our dirty talk as she called it until it became clear that we were getting close to orgasm.

I reached under her dress and started to massage her clit with my hand as I fondled her breasts with the other, pinching and tweaking her nipples. She panted at me, "I'm ready when you are." And, I was too, so I exploded into her. We both moaned and threw back our heads, clutching on to each other. 

Gradually, our heartbeats came back to normal. While we were coupled and nuzzling one another, another couple strolled by. We couldn't see their faces, but everyone was very quiet as they passed. Kim giggled after they were gone.

We uncoupled and I tucked my sopping cock back into my pants. The front of my pants all around the zipper was covered with pussy juice and cum. Well, so much for being in public for the evening. Kim pulled her panties over her vagina in an effort to quell the leakage problem I'd left her with. She smoothed her dress down and we strolled back to the car, avoiding the harsh lights near the restaurant and bar.

Back home we stripped off our clothes and went for a swim in the darkened pool again. The water was warm and loving, and so were we to one another. Again, we floated on our backs holding hands and looking at the night sky. After a while we dried off and went back inside.

We went to bed, and with some effort from Kim, I again got hard and entered her. We had a slow fuck, lying side by side, telling each other how much we cared for each other and how we didn't want this night or visit to ever end. Eventually, we both climaxed. We remained coupled and cuddled into each other, shut our eyes, and let sleep wash over us.

Morning came too soon. Her flight was at two o'clock, so we had to leave for the airport by noon. We took an early swim in the pool, dried off, and made love one last time.

We were aroused by one another by the time we came inside, so starting our love session was an easy task. We started to love in her bedroom, but then I had an idea. I told her I wanted to fuck her in every room in the house, making at least few strokes into her warm pussy in every one. 

We frolicked along building a set of memories I could draw upon regardless of which room I was in. We did a simple fuck in the living room on the sofa, somewhat daring since if anyone had come to the front door we were on display. We hit the other bedrooms too. She mounted me in the exercise room and while I pumped iron, she pumped me. 

In the family room, we used the big leather chairs. She again mounted me and we humped while the chairs swiveled and rocked. We fucked in the garage with her sitting in the hood of my car and me in front of her stroking back and forth. In the kitchen, she let me eat her as she sat on the kitchen bar and then I fucked her as she sat on one of the bar stools. 

We returned to the bedroom where we then settled down to some serious fucking, as she said. She pushed me down and proceeded to suck on my cock some. She came up for air once and said, "I so enjoy tasting myself on you. What a rare opportunity." She then slurped down on me again, taking me all the way into her throat.

After she decided I was "done", she moved up and did her little slithering down my cock routine she had done the first time we mated. She placed my penis at the entrance to her vagina and then in little up and down motions slowly engulfed first the mushroomed head and then little by little my entire cock. 

She started with only minimal contact; just the tip of my penis brushing her labia. Then she'd sink down, extending her downward journey only slightly further on each down stroke. She did this penetration very slowly and with great attention to detail. Occasionally, she would twist or jerk her body to the side to enhance the feeling and remove some sense of predictability.

Finally, her body made full contact with mine, our pubic areas mashing together. We had fucked and fondled so much that we were both already damp with each other's juices so we sort of sloshed together as we finally coupled. 

I was rigid and knew I was against her cervix when we really pressed together. We started our thrusting in and out of each other, lavishing attention on each other. I paid particular attention to Kim's breasts and clit. She seemed to enjoy watching me do her from her position above me. 

Our love making finally took us over the top. I spurted my semen into her canal, but kept pumping until seconds later she arched away from me in orgasmic bliss. She fell atop my welcoming form and I cuddled her into me, my cock still inside her. She pulsed her pussy muscles every now and then, "To remind me that she was alive", she said.

Finally, she got up and headed to the shower. I went off and joined her. We cleaned each other very well. I gave her a shampoo and condition job with a very sensual massage as well. She said this was special, as her hair stylist never paid this much attention to her. I continued to polish her breasts lest they become dull and lose their luster.

We dried and I combed and blew dry Kim's hair according to her directions. Finally, we dressed, Kim finished packing, and we headed to the airport. We stopped for lunch at the same restaurant we'd used her first day.

"What do you think Trish would say if she knew about our tryst?" Kim asked with a sly grin. 

"Well, she told me to entertain you and keep you happy," I retorted. "What would Bart say?"

"He told me to have a good time too," Kim ventured. "It's ashamed sex has so many stigmas attached to it. Couldn't we just do it with whomever we found interesting without all the ballyhoo about it?"

"Actually, Trish might approve," I speculated. "She's become very open minded about life. I've told her to follow her bliss if she ever found someone she'd like a fling with. I just want her to come home to me."

"Oh, I love you so," Kim said as she squeezed my hand. "Sometime, in the future, we'll do all this again. Maybe we'll even have Trish and Bart join us."

"Well, that would be an interesting event," I speculated. "How could we make that happen?"

"That'll be our homework," Kim said, "to figure out how to create a foursome or threesome so we can pick up where we left off this morning."

We continued our animated speculation on the way to the airport. I dropped her curbside. We stood tightly clutching each other until it was finally time to leave. People stared. Our kisses were warm, our love genuine, and we both shed tears at our parting. 

*****

I cleaned up the house again and restored everything to its pristine condition. Even with the change of linens, it took the better part of a day for the aroma of sex to leave the guest bedroom. I kept going in there an inhaling just to remember the last three days.

Trish came home two days later, reporting that her mother had been restored to great health only because of her attention. I was, of course, feeling guilty so I was especially attentive. After she unpacked she declared "wine time". I poured us some wine and prepared hors d'oeuvres and we went out to enjoy the patio.

"So," Trish asked, "what'd you think of Kim? Isn't she a sweetheart?"

"Yes, she was easy to be with," I ventured. My guilt was making me wonder where this conversation might turn. "Her relatives seemed nice. If they lived closer we might find them fun to socialize with," I said, trying to steer the conversation slightly. 

"Did you fuck in the pool?" Trish asked with a sly grin. I had a mouthful of wine at that second and I coughed and sprayed it all across the patio table. "What?" I blurted out. Trish laughed.

"Well, I knew you two would really hit it off. I just figured you didn't need me around to help it along; maybe next time." Trish paused thoughtfully and then in a quieter voiced said, "She and I, in college, you know, sort of had our own thing going when we roomed together." I was gawking again and absolutely speechless. This was my prim middle-aged wife admitting to me after thirty years, that she'd had a lesbian relationship in college with the woman I had just fucked for three days. 

"I thought you'd enjoy her too," She went on in a more jaunty tone; my mouth was still agape. "Kim's been in a long dry spell with Bart, her husband. So I thought you'd be just what she needed. I did give her permission you know."

Trish still had a smirk on her face. I remained speechless, although I did try to say something but only strangled noises came from my vocalizations. Kim then said, "I talked to her on my cell phone this morning from the airport. She said she really had a good time -- a REALLY GOOD time. Nice to know you still can rise to the occasion." I sat stupefied by the sudden turn of events and admissions. I'd been caught red-handed with my hand in the cookie jar. She went on, "She'll be back in two months by the way, and this time you'll have to give the two of us a really good time."

Trish rose and came around the table and gave me a big kiss with lots of tongue action, something we'd been neglecting to do for one another for a long time. She then unbuttoned her blouse, unsnapped her bra and thrust her breasts into my face. "Get going," she said as she leaned into me. 'I've been horny all week thinking about what the two of you were doing."

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