0 comments/ 34831 views/ 3 favorites Space Aliens vs. Cowboys By: ProfessorR Case 99-1 Aliens vs. Cowboys by Prof. Richard W. (formerly of the University of ____________) All of the characters and their behaviour are fictional, and anyone attempting their behaviour is bound to get into a lot of trouble. Practice safe sex! [Practice makes perfect.] Copyright © 2005 by Richard Williams, all other rights are reserved. Part 1 - A UFO mystery "I can't place this in any category of mine." Ginna Olivetti, professor of astronautics, waved her hands over her coffee cup in a dismissive gesture. And then she arched one of her dark eyebrows, smiled in a way that would have broken the figleaf of a Roman statue, and announced "I think it should go to you. Just let me know how it comes out, okay, and don't tip anyone as to where you got this." The 43-year old charmer was a long-time friend of mine, who had stood up for me during my distressing departure from the university. Now she was handing me a manila envelope with some papers and photographs in it, and with a yellow sticky on top. My name, Richard, was written neatly on that label. If it had come from someone else, I might have considered it charity. Richard Williams, former delver into the paranormal, author of many papers, now taking someone else's leftovers. However, I knew that if Ginna offered me something, that it was hot. The "confidential" label on the envelope suggested that would be the case with this. We had special reasons to trust each other with secrets. As her identity is mildly disguised here, I can note that she enjoyed students as much as I did, until the crackdown came. I was aware of that, and always have been grateful for the way she helped Storm Nichols, a sharp engineering student, but shy as the dickens, perhaps because of the name his hippy parents had stuck him with, when he came to me with a problem. Storm and his steady were ready to go "all the way" - having worked through the ritual steps first - but he was a virgin and he knew that she had some experience. Ginna and I were discussing this problem over coffee in the faculty lounge one day, when, out of the blue, she offered to work with Storm. Storm came to me later with great reports on how things had gone with his steady, giving vague and smiling credit to Ginna's counseling methods. He was not stretching the truth, either-- his steady was my student intern, and she was in my bed frequently enough for me to sense the breakthrough Storm had made in their relationship. His steady tried to apologize for finally breaking off with me, but she wanted to be faithful to Storm after this one farewell time in my bed. I'll never forget the way the tears ran down the sweet young woman's tender breasts and onto my chest as we cuddled for the last time after sex, but, as I told Ginna, we could feel quite proud of our students' responsible lifestyle. My friend agreed, although she admitted that she felt a need to have offered the virile, but uninformed Storm just a few more counseling sessions. ----------------------------------------------- I managed to catch the last busway express back to Denver. It was not too full, being late in the morning. As the coach whistled down the special lane on I-25, I took advantage of the high-back seats to have a look at the file. Sophia and I would be having lunch today in a new place in LoDo -- "...let's get down there quick, before it goes out of business or changes format..." she had urged. So we would. The papers were, as Ginna said, something right up my line. A Medicine Bow, Wyoming woman had reported an alien abduction. Her powers of description seemed to be fabulous-- lots of details in Ginna's notes. The aliens, there were two of them, had stopped her car on a dusty side road with a magnetic beam. Her car's ignition shut down. She was drawn inexorably into their ship where she was placed in a tiny metal cabin for an examination. The examination had been followed by foreplay, which she admitted to Ginna had not been unpleasant, and then by intercourse with one of them, the most wonderful she had ever experienced. She had stopped dead in describing the consequent orgasms, as her mind drifted away to beautiful memories. Ginna had carefully noted the way that her breathing deepened as she recalled the events. She seemed to go into trance. Ginna found her own self being drawn into a quite pleasant state of relaxation just in listening to the woman. In her statement, she kept insisting that Ginna could not report these details to her husband. He knew that she had been abducted by aliens, and wanted to cash in on it, but she did not want him to know that the aliens were far advanced over his own slam-bang sex approach. Anyway, he was too busy trying to line up a talk-show appearance for her. She did not care about that, but was looking forward with another secret, and that was the aliens' plan to return. What I also found in Ginna's notes was her growing disbelief in the credibility of Lynda, as we'll call her. Yes, she believed that Lynda was not lying, but on the other hand, she was not telling the truth. Ginna's notes concluded that Lynda was faithfully recanting big chunks of old television and movie plots, or items from supermarket tabloids. But how was she doing that? Ginna's notes under "Quality of Observer" said that "Lynda is bright, but underneath a very dull surface. She can barely imagine the world outside Medicine Bow, let alone life in a spacecraft. Thinks a good time is monthly Bingo. Reads Sunday Denver Post for the comics and the K-Mart insert, and reads the monthly Medicine Bow news sheet." As my bus arced up onto the ramp over the South Platte River, I turned the last page about Lynda in the file, and found a Polaroid photo of Lynda. Her husband, I assumed, was the guy in jeans and work shirt holding her protectively, or possessively, around the waist. She had a knockout body, only partly hidden in her jeans and a t-shirt. But her eyes had an almost sad look, a bit vacant, as though she was not really interested in what was happening. Because Ginna is an astronautics prof, there was much more paper in the folder. She and her graduate student had scoured aviation sources, had talked with a contact at NORAD in Colorado Springs, and had interviewed the few people who lived in the area. No one had independent records which matched previous alien sighting reports. There were no stray magnetic events. Life had gone on as normally as it could in that time period in Wyoming. So, now I understood why an expert on the paranormal was called for. All the typical physical markers and witness reports for a physical event, whether "alien" or not, were absent. Scooping up the papers to put them away, I felt perplexed. She had only failed to turn up one witness, and that because the other non-evidence had been strong enough to warrant calling off her investigation. That witness would be a long-haul trucker who passed through Medicine Bow that night, and was recorded as passing a temporary inspection station west of there the next day, late in the morning. ----------------------------------------------- I alighted at the Union Station stop, and walked alone through the grand arches to 17th Street. I had always liked doing that, ever since my first arrival there with Sophia (see the "California Zephyr" series in Literotica). It gave me a moment to think, before I was distracted by the nude painting in the window of the Sloane Gallery. Seeing this former exchange student's enhanced image, looking as cute as she had on our long ago beach excursion always stopped me. By now, she would be older, but I hoped that she had kept those lovely curves reasonably filled out. Boggs, the Lincolnesque doorman of the Oxford, gave me a cheery greeting as I reached our hotel. The quiet hour before Sophia's return was time enough to prepare my plan. ----------------------------------------------- After I had completed my 1998 reports, Sophia had decided to set up a foundation to employ my services. She could make donations, and I would have the expense money to resume carrying out my research. It had felt odd, I admitted to her, to be climbing into bed with my principal donor, but we had to laugh when she said that university fund-raisers did that all the time. With her advice and consent and due to our mutual curiosity about the unexplainable, I found myself at the door of our hotel room the next day, saying goodbye to her. We embraced, for a farewell kiss, I thought. Her generous lips would be a nice enough send-off, but as we kissed I felt her hands on my zipper, and then she was, with great familiarity, working her way through my briefs to my manhood. She had been in her robe, but now it fell from her shoulders, and her full, unfettered breasts pressed against me. She was dressed only in her hi-cuts and slippers. "Sophia!" "Mmmm, yes, dear Richard? Goodbye kisses is what you need, right?" And with that, and a sexy grin, she knelt. Her surprise move had caught me in a relaxed mode, and she had easily snaked me out into her finger-tips. But by the time her lips reached my penis, it was rising to stern readiness, in spite of what we had been doing the night before. My hands could only tenderly go through her hair, touch her cheeks, caress and then clutch her shoulders. Sophia knew my tender spots, and too soon I exploded. "Mmmm, fresh!" She licked her lips catlike, and smiled. "Isn't that what the truck drivers' wives do before they hit the road, to make sure they remember what's waiting at home?" she asked in an innocently curious tone. "I'm not sure, but if I run off the road on this trip, you'll know what I was thinking of." I jiggled my sagging penis back into my pants, and breathed a huge sigh. And then I was on the highway headed north, in a second-hand rental car. Wyoming, the big empty rectangle that keeps Colorado and Montana from bashing into each other, was waiting ahead. I mulled over the one unexamined piece of the report, distracted occasionally when I shifted in the seat and sensed my tired, sated sex carrying memories of Sophia's farewell treat. ----------------------------------------------- WEIGH STATION 2 I found the safety examiner who had staffed the portable inspection station west of Medicine Bow. He identified the name of the two truckers and their company. Now I knew there were two men who might help. Could he remember anything they might have said? Anything about them? "One of 'em was a strong-looking guy in his mid-40's, clean-cut, very polite-- respectful, I should say. His log and his waybills were all in order. Equipment in top shape. The kinda man we like to do business with. Jock Edwards his name." The other one? "He was nice enough, but kind of over-macho looking, about 30. Sounds funny to say that in Wyoming... I can't explain it, but something about him rubbed me the wrong way. He should take some lessons from Mr. Edwards." Is that a regular run for them? "No, that was the only odd thing. I used to see 'em here on the Interstate, but for some reason they switched to US30, the old highway. Some guys like going that way just to stop in the old Virginian. That's where they spent the night, they said." The Virginian? "Yeah, the old hotel in Medicine Bow. Named for the Western story, you know, 'The Virginian'. Smile when you call me that..." and he made a firing pistol effect with his fingers. IN THE 'VIRGINIAN' I checked into the historic inn that afternoon. US30 was a strange road, overbuilt to be the transcontinental highway, but now lightly traveled. Rarely did I pass another car; there were few times when I saw a long-haul truck. It made sense to have dinner there, and to plan to visit the hotel bar later, because there was not much else to do in town. Yes, the waitress knew about Lynda's report of the aliens. She did not place much merit in it, she claimed, but I saw a touch of envy in her body language. "Are you with a magazine? You don't look like a tv fellow." She scrutinized me. "Damn, I should have moussed what's left of my hair!" She giggled and looked me over with new interest. "No, I'm a professor. I do want to talk with people about that night." And so, with the help of the waitress, after she recovered from her disappointment, I interviewed most of the habitues of the place. The main theme of the notes repeated what Ginna had learned. The truck was the missing piece. I went to bed feeling very lost and lonely that night. During the day, it only took an hour to walk around the entire town, from one double-wide on one end to another double-wide on the other. A dusty business district did almost no business. Then it was back to my post in the Virginian that night. Customers had come in and out, some had helped and some could not. Several remembered the two truckers spending the night there, but nothing else. And then there was a hush, followed by a buzz of quiet gossiping. A woman in her late 20's had walked in, and her Western wear looked great on her. I caught myself thinking almost immediately how great it would look coming off of her, she had that sort of figure. She wore no jewelry, but I had to force myself to notice that. "Lynda's girlfriend from high school and way back," whispered my waitress/consultant. "She knows everything about Lynda." "Could I talk to her?" "She hasn't talked with anyone, but you're different. I'll ask her." My new friend grabbed some dirty dishes off an adjacent table and slung them into a plastic bus bin, then moved toward the table which the new arrival had taken. Given what the waitress had told me, and the obvious recent nuisance of locust hordes of media people, I was surprised when she motioned me over. As she left the table and passed me, she spoke in a confidential tone, "I told Winona how nice you were when you were interviewing, and how it was important scientific stuff." I nodded my thanks. WINONA'S STORY As it turned out, Winona did not know much more than Ginna's and my research had assembled from the townspeople and travelers staying at the hotel. We hit it off well, though, after her initial coolness. Her excitement at reciting the tale was natural, made me feel that there was no hoax on her part. It felt right to reach across the table and touch her arm as we were talking, and soon her knees and mine were in contact. Her excitement was carrying through her whole body, as I felt her tension. You will know from my past experiences that it was very tempting at that point to take the course Mother Nature seemed to be laying out for us. In finding someone who really cared about what she thought and had an empathetic approach, it was making sense to Winona's subconscious that we would soon be making love. My guidance of her recollections was soon being interrupted by my thoughts of what she might be wearing under the plaid shirt and the jeans. "Winona, phone call!" My friend the waitress called across to us. Winona went away for a minute, and when she returned she leaned back in her chair for a moment, stretching with unselfconscious seductiveness, and then leaned forward to whisper to me. "Come outside, there's someone I want you to meet." I could not resist her invitation, thinking it could be Lynda, and so I stepped out with her into the windy night. There was nothing to be seen. The road was empty. A few pick-ups were parked around the hotel and adjacent motel. A million or so stars were visible. The only sound for a minute was the endless flapping of the Wyoming buffalo flag on a swaying flagpole. The ropes and grommets slammed unceasingly against the metal staff. A distant growling noise, and then a freight train of Chinese containers traveling at 70 mph came blasting toward us. The gates dropped and lights flashed at the town's single crossing, the whistle blew, and then the train Dopplered away. "And now what?..." I turned to Winona for an explanation. She smiled and silently nodded back toward the gravel parking lot at the east end of town. There, just beyond the light of the town's easternmost street light, were the marker lights of a big rig. It had come into town under cover of the racket created by the freight, something not hard to arrange along this quiet highway and busy main line. I remembered that Ginna had learned that Lynda expected the aliens to return. Was this linked to that event? As if compelled to, Winona began walking in measured steps away from me, toward the tractor-trailer. She looked back over her shoulder and beckoned me. Foolishly, I suppose, I followed. The music and yacking from the hotel bar faded behind me, the wind coming up louder around me until it seemed to carry us both forward. Not another soul was visible on the deserted highway frontage. We arrived at the truck cab and Winona just stood there. The diesel engine rumbled low and then stopped. Still nothing happened. The dark-tinted windows of the truck's big cab made its occupants invisible. Winona's body tensed in excitement, in anticipation. She was licking her lips, still saying nothing. Her hands worked nervously over the seams on her jeans, absent-mindedly tracing them. I felt like grabbing her and running, or grabbing her and screaming... "What the hell is going on here???" And then the cab door swung open, and a rugged man in his 40's climbed down. "Jock Edwards?" I reached out my hand... and then just as quickly drew it back. I had caught his telegraphed preparation to use the interrupted handshake method of putting me in a trance. He looked at me with surprise, stopped in mid-handshake motion himself, and turned to Winona. She looked expectantly at the truck driver. "Well, Winona, you seem to have brought me someone different than what I expected. At least I hope that you still remember to dream now!" Winona's eyelids blinked for a moment, and then she was in a trance. I talked fast. "You probably know how to put me in a trance, too, Jock. But, based on what just happened, I'm guessing that you're enough of a newby that you can't quite control how it'll work out with me. And, if we talk for a minute, you may like me untranced more than you think." "Okay. To be honest, I was not expecting a guy. Winona was instructed to bring out someone she really felt understood her, someone very imaginative and caring. When I called her in the bar, that's what I said. I meant for her to bring out a woman. What are the odds on her going into a bar in Wyoming and coming out with a guy who matches that description?" I laughed and introduced myself. It was a bit disconcerting to carry on a conversation while Winona stood there motionless, apparently ready for more instructions, but that did not bother Jock. "Professor Richard Williams? Shit! Wow!" It turned out that Jock had read my previous reports in Literotica. He knew that, of course, everything in it was fiction, but still, it was kind of fun given his deepening interest in the subject. I explained my mission to him, and asked him directly, "what do you know about this UFO story?" He began to chuckle, and then laughed out loud, then stifled the laughter, which sounded terribly loud in the still roadway. "Let me explain it to you, and then I'll show you some interesting things. Let's get in the cab now, and we'll have some privacy." He turned to Winona and spoke to her in a calm, directive manner, taking her deeper into her trance. She shivered for a moment, nodded in response, and then easily climbed the steps ahead of us to enter the cab of the rig. Even with my mind full of conflicting thoughts, I could not help but enjoy watching her trim butt above me on the way up. The three of us squeezed easily into the big work area. Jock clicked the heater up a notch and turned the radio scanner down. Then he turned to the placid, but attentive, Winona. Space Aliens vs. Cowboys Ch. 02 PROFESSOR R'S CASEBOOK Case 99-1 Aliens vs. Cowboys by Prof. Richard W. (formerly of the University of ____________) This story may be reposted in any on-line medium, so long as no one is charged any amount for access to the story, and the above e-mail address and this disclaimer are retained verbatim. All of the characters and their behaviour are fictional, and anyone attempting their behaviour is bound to get into a lot of trouble. Practice safe sex! [Practice makes perfect.] Copyright © 2005 by Richard Williams, all other rights are reserved. Part 2 - A UFO mystery "My partner and I were sitting in the Virginian just watching this show. "I was getting horny, but I'm disciplined enough that I knew that I didn't want to waste time on a one-night stand. My partner is gay, so he probably was more interested in the cowboys, but he wasn't looking for one-night stands either. "Frank came into the bar- Lynda's husband. I didn't know who he was then-- just another one of the cowboys. Not too long a time passed, and he had a couple of the German women giving him the eye, and then they were cozy around the table with some friend of Frank's who came in about then. "My partner saw her first. Lynda walked into the doorway and stopped when she saw Frank with the women. She didn't come in and drag him out-- maybe she should have. Instead, she just watched for a while, with this hurt look on her face. Those beautiful breasts of hers moved up and down with sad, heavy breathing. My partner looked like he was going to cry, as he figured things out before I did. He nodded at me, gave me the high sign, so to speak. He's a real romantic. "I made eye contact with Lynda, and let her know through my body language that I understood her. She blinked a couple of times and then gave me that blank look that showed she was taking in my message. "I walked to the doorway. Frank never noticed, none of the local guys there seemed to notice. She is a knockout, but they're used to her always being around. They were all focused on easing the tourists into bed. Frank was enjoying the way that one of the women ran her fingers over the hard lines in his leathery face. That was the last I saw of him as Lynda and I walked out of the hotel. "We strolled around town for a bit while she told me her story. The streets were dark and empty, so I suppose that no one saw us. She was feeling more and more relaxed with me, but was still too wound up to want to go into a trance. Finally, we stopped in at the laundromat. It was supposed to be closed at 7:00 p.m., but it was two hours later and no one was there. The lights weren't on in it, but there was some glow from the one street light outside and from the one pop machine inside. I pushed back issues of Redbook and the National Rifle Association magazine aside, and we hopped up on the window bench like a couple of teenagers. "I was convinced now that she was the one who would enjoy meeting me on my runs through Wyoming, but even as we drifted into deeper rapport, I kept being stymied by her lack of imagination. Every turn that we took, trying to get her to think deeply, I ran into a dead-end. "She shifted position slightly, and pulled a tabloid newspaper out from under herself. It was squinched up in the corner, and had been making her uncomfortable. Absentmindedly, she flattened it out, and glanced over it. "Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She showed me an article about alien abductions, and I discovered that she faithfully read every account of that sort of thing in the tabloids. She was fascinated by that, and as the possibilities dawned on me, I went with the flow and took her deeper into the subject. She was not only fascinated by the topic, but she had an even stronger curiosity about aliens studying humans, or having sex with them. "I had to straighten out and cross my legs to hide my new hard-on as I spotted my opportunity and paced her growing involvement, and guided her into the trance which would open a new world for her. Hey, of course I could barely wait to get into her, but I also found myself wanting to help her out of the trap she was in. So I'm a sentimentalist! "She had already told me about her friend Winona, the only person she felt close to in this tiny town. I helped her choose her personal trance word, and then tested her by awakening her after making a suggestion that she call Winona to meet us. Everything clicked, Winona was on her way. In the short time for her girlfriend to walk over from her mobile home, I returned Lynda to her trance and began to introduce her to her coming alien abduction experience. Her eyes glowed with excitement, and I'm sure mine did, too. ----------------------------------- Jock took a look at his watch and then continued his account. It was not clear to me as to what he was waiting for, but I decided not to press him. ----------------------------------- "Of course, I prepared Lynda for Winona's arrival. When Winona turned up, I was pleased to see that she was a good-looking cowgirl, attractive in her own way. I had Lynda out of her trance by then, and she gave Winona her account of what had happened and warmly assured Winona of my helpfulness. I could see that they were on good terms, and Lynda was helping her to relax in my presence. As I had just suggested, Lynda offered that she would treat Winona to a soft drink. I just picked up from there-- Lynda led Winona to the machine to make her selection, and then eased gently back into her trance as Winona and I softly discussed the interesting way that the light of the pop machine flickered... how it was so relaxing... and seemed to blink at a familiar rate, like her heartbeat. "I never had done an induction with two people at the same time, but since Lynda was already prepared to go under easily, it went smoothly. Winona had a lot more on the ball than Lynda, and so she easily picked up on my cues and went happily into a trance as deep as Lynda's. "The streets were quiet this whole time-- no one passed by. If someone had looked into the darkened laundromat, they might not have seen us anyway. We stood close together, and as the sound of my voice penetrated their thoughts, they learned what to expect on their space adventure. Then I brought both of them out of their trances. "We walked through the death-quiet streets to the truck. The two women climbed into the sleeper cab to wait for me. I sprinted back to the Virginian, where my partner was still holding down a table, and dragged him out with me. I talked fast, but since his part was to be easy, he understood quickly. "It was a strange request that I made of him, but he knew that I would pay him back in some similar favor later on. I asked him to drive the truck while I went back into the sleeper cab and joined the women. "Drive anyplace in particular?" That was the question. I told him he could drive anyplace he liked, just keep it in a low gear that would produce plenty of rumble and vibration. I swung up into the sleeper cab. ----------------------------------- At this point, for continuity reasons, I will switch to Lynda's account. As you will see later on, Jock found a way for me to speak with her. ----------------------------------- LYNDA'S STORY "I don't know how the space ship got to Medicine Bow, but I do remember climbing up into it for the first time. Winona and I were frightened, but at the same time we felt excited. We hugged each other a lot as we found ourselves in a small steel cabin. At least it looked like steel, maybe it was some alien material, I don't know. There were notices on the wall, but I couldn't read them I mean, I read okay, after all, I read the National Enquirer and the Weekly World News. It was the alien writing. One of the words looked like U-S-D-O-T-- isn't that a strange word? We didn't have to wait very long before the alien showed up. "He was gentler than I expected, and looked pretty human. He told us that this was kind of like a disguise, that he had taken, to make us feel more comfortable. He explained that he was on a... on a .... scientific research mission... and that he would not hurt us. He would have to take readings on our bodies, however, and test our reactions to certain things. "This all fit with what I've read in the "Weekly Inquisitor" -- I read all their science articles because they have things that the Denver Post and the Casper Tribune won't print. The big papers cover this stuff up so it won't frighten people. "Of course, I knew that in order to study us, he would want us to have our clothes off, but I was surprised at how it happened. I thought some ray would blast us, or some machine would rip them off, but instead he just pointed at Winona and she began to undress me, as if she already knew what to do. She didn't touch my panties, so I still felt like I wasn't naked. I mean, I didn't feel shy like I thought I would. For some reason, the more of my clothes that came off, the prouder I felt of my body. "She'd never done that before, and it felt good. I never had thought of that, but her hands were so steady. I liked the feeling when she grazed my breasts as she helped me out of my bra. "Actually, it felt good to get out of my clothes-- the spaceship cabin was so warm. I could see that Winona thought the same way, and so I undressed her. I left her panties on, too, but I felt so good about her being with me that I kissed her right down from her neck to her waistband. That surprised her, I guess, but she liked it. "The alien seemed to like this, too. I thought that we'd end up attached to a bunch of wires, but he said that we were being studied by... 'more subtle means'... and that everything we were doing was fine. "When he told us that we had nothing to worry about and that everything we were doing was just right, the way he said it made me feel good. I mean, Winona and I had never done nothing like this, never, ever, but it felt so right now to be kissing her and to feel her hands running over me... everywhere. To be honest, I hadn't known she would be so attractive. "I sucked in my breath a little when Winona slipped her hands into my panties. I mean, nothin' like this had ever happened to me, I guess I said that already. The alien was so nice about it. I mean, this was not a normal situation at all! He said that what we were doing was really very helpful, and it helped his research when I held Winona's breasts in my hand and kissed them sooo hungrily. We were really getting into this. The way we could feel the vibration of the spaceship just seemed to add to everything. "Our panties were really getting to be in the way. They were wet and just in the way. We laughed a lot while we struggled in the small space to strip each other- laughed about how shy we'd felt at first, and now we wanted to see each other's pussies and have the alien understand how proud we were of each other. It made perfect sense. "We showed ourselves off to each other and to him. He smiled really big, and told us to "go ahead and enjoy feeling how soft and beautiful we were." I had never touched another woman there, and Frank hardly ever touches me with his hands, and he NEVER kisses me there, so it was all a new experience. "Winona's touch on my clit felt so good. I stretched out like a kitten, and just loved it. Finally, I couldn't stand it, and I wanted her to feel the same way, and very soon my fingers were inside her, finding her most special spot, while I kissed her everywhere. Finally we hugged something fierce, our breasts squeezed against each other's, our vaginas pushing hard against each other, so wet! We exploded in a kind of orgasm that I never had before. I mean, Frank and I have orgasms, but they're kind of little compared to this. "And that turned out to just be the start of things. While we had become so interested in each other, the alien had removed his human clothing. I looked up from Winona's arms-- we were sort of laying over each other, tangled together so beautifully, perspiring like crazy, and I saw him rolling on a rubber. It was some sort of space-agey thing, in a funny color. "This is where Winona and I remember different things. For some reason, she thinks that his penis was human-sized-- she's seen a few, so she ought to know, I guess. I've only seen Frank's, but this one was wayyyy bigger as it grew. I am sure that it twisted and danced like a snake. I tried to follow it with my eyes, and then somehow I fell asleep for a bit, I guess because Winona had tired me out!!! ----------------------------------- She giggled at this and paused for a moment while I wrote my notes. Of course, I did not argue with her about what she saw. She supposed that was my scientific approach, but it was also because I recognized the symptom of one of the School for Sexual Expressions training units. Advanced students who came back for post-graduate training had the opportunity to learn an ancient East Indian technique in which the master's penis took on the role usually held by a pocket watch or sparkling disc in Hollywood hypnotisms. As his subject could not or would not look away from it anyway, the master would use his detailed command of his muscles to flex his penis, and allow it to rise and fall in a rhythmic manner. I presume that this does double-duty, hypnotizing the sex partner while giving the subconscious the impression of great sexual control. In Lynda's case, she developed the alien theory into a sex organ with tremendous abilities. And, in Lynda's case, I deduced that she now was deep in a trance again, passively waiting while Jock turned his attention first to Winona. ----------------------------------- "Winona tells me that I did close my eyes for a while, so anyway, I missed seeing what the alien did with her. She claims, though, that he had a special part of him that came out above his penis. She remembers watching it growing, and being scared and thrilled at the same time. He had a big erection, even if she says it wasn't snaking around like I know it was, but this other erection was smaller. Anyway, it turned out that she loved it. "You see, as she was laying there all tired and wet, he moved toward her. It seemed perfectly natural to her, although she was still afraid in a way. But she was so relaxed from our making love, I guess you should call it that, that she didn't feel like moving away at all, I mean if she could of. AND, she had this powerful feeling that she wanted a man in her anyway, I guess, and here it came [Lynda grinned]. "She just stretched out, and it felt sooo good opening to him, tilting her pelvis up in that way that shows a man you'll do everything to have him deep in yourself. He came in so gently, making sure that it never hurt and that she enjoyed every inch. It was like he was exploring her, but in a wonderful way, like he really wanted her to enjoy it, not like some mad scientist. I guess on his planet they must be pretty far advanced on these things. A doctor's office must be a little different on their planet, huh? {She giggled.} "The little thingy sticking out lined up with her clit just perfectly, and she realized that it was folding around her, drawing her little man into it, so that the alien was touching her clit even though his hands were both on her breasts or caressing her shoulders and her back. She said it felt just like Dan Wyant, he's the best man with his hands around this county she says (and that slut Norma Wilson agrees with her!), ----------------------------------- I think that what she was describing is a type of condom which has a rubber knob on a shield above the penis. It's supposed to stimulate the clitoris, but my lover Sophia told me that when a former boyfriend tried one on, it was like being caressed with a toilet plunger. From talking with Jock, and later with Winona, I think that this is what Jock was using, but with hypnotic suggestions that made this experience seem extremely sensual and unusual. After all, wouldn't a society which had perfected space travel have also invented a high-tech, high-satisfaction condom? ----------------------------------- "Winona was already still excited from being with me, and I guess seeing me just resting there was even kind of a turn-on, I mean having the alien all to herself for a bit, and it wasn't long, she tells me, before she and the alien had the most soul-tearing orgasm. The alien had her tell him what colors she was seeing, and that showed how scientific he was, wanting to know everything. ----------------------------------- I wrote down in my notebook that Jock was storing away color values for use in future speed inductions of Winona. He would also, as a trained master, keep these in mind for insertion into suggestions to enhance her future pleasures. If she was especially sensual, he might buy small gifts for her in the same orgasm colors that she was now revealing to him. ----------------------------------- "She just drifted off into a fog with that orgasm. She remembers seeing the alien turning to me, and telling me to wake up. Then she faded out. "That's what I saw of her when I woke up. She had the most blissful look on her face, murmuring sweet words, and that was reassuring to me. In fact, it encouraged me, because I wanted to feel as good as she did! "But since Winona had gotten to his dick first, it wasn't going to be as easy for me. I really didn't know exactly what to do, because Frank always rolls over and goes to sleep right away after we have... sex. [I noted that with her recent experience she was now putting her activities with her husband into a secondary category.] "I didn't have to worry, though, because the alien very gently showed me what to do. He was so tender and self-assured, I guess because he does this in his work exploring Earth so much. Gee, now that I think about it, it makes me kind of jealous. I didn't mind sharing him with Winona, 'cause we know each other, but now that I think about it, he probably has lots of Earth women. "He took off his condom, and I know Winona doesn't believe me, but it was like his dick came bursting out of it. It grew taller and taller, and danced in front of my lips. It felt so right to take it in my hand and guide it into my mouth. I was so hungry for it! "As he taught me, I licked him tenderly, thought of my kitten at home taking those tiny laps of milk. He told me that the taste would be wonderful, and it was. I never had tasted Frank before, but then I guess this alien might have a special flavor, so maybe Frank isn't that great anyway. "As I kissed him and while we cuddled, his penis grew stronger and harder. Instead of lazily dancing in front of me, it now was stretching taut, kind of full of tight energy the way the rope is when Frank ties an antelope carcass on his truck. "He guided me with his hands, and it was so easy to kneel over him and open my legs around him. He went right up into me. Frank always pushes so hard, and before I'm wet enough, so it hurts. The alien went into me just the way that Winona described, as if he wanted to know everything about me. "When he was all the way inside, I just let myself lean back a bit, and now his dick was pressing against the special spot that Winona had shown me. And then we began to kind of dance with each other, so beautifully.... [Her voice trailed off for a moment as she remembered the feeling.] "When he was deep inside, coming up while I was coming down, he pressed against my... cervix... that's what the doctor calls it, and that was a feeling that I had never felt. We were so connected. He whispered to me that it was okay, that a special ray would keep me from getting pregnant here, but right then I didn't care. I wanted him to come there deep inside and fill me with his cum. Space Aliens vs. Cowboys Ch. 02 "You probably think that's strange, but you know, Frank is drunk a lot of times when we... make love... and he comes all over the place, or he's only half erect and comes in my vagina lips. I know that eventually he'll get me pregnant, but all I can say is what my mother said, "that with that kind of man, the kid will be one tough cookie, because he'll come from a sperm that is a hell of a swimmer." "I loved being guided by the alien. He even helped me learn how to hold him with muscles inside that I didn't even know I had. I felt like I wanted him in me forever, but everything that we did made me feel closer and closer to the edge, and finally I fell off. "I fell and fell and fell, but fluttering down like an angel, through lovely clouds, and then I landed safe in his arms. I collapsed against his strong chest. The alien had powerful arms. I remember chuckling at thinking that must come from steering his space ship. That was the kind of silly thought that came to me, as I felt so giddy lying there, feeling his sperm, even deactivated as he called it, deep inside me. "After we lay there for a while, just hugging and being close, something Frank would never dream of, my alien lover's magical penis began to grow a bit. Then it swayed back and forth again, this way, that way, and I wanted to watch it closely, but it was late and I was so tired, and I guess I just fell asleep. "I woke up back in the laundromat with Winona leaning against my shoulder. She was really drowsy, I had to shake her to wake her up. At first I thought the whole thing must have been a dream, but then I felt something in my bra, something warm and hard, kind of plastic. "It was a sort of a pager. I'd seen them in the movies, but I learned that this one doesn't make a sound. I found that out later [she grinned wickedly this time]. ----------------------------------- She reached into her blouse and unclipped a small, silent vibration-mode pager to show me. It was a kind you could buy in any mall, but then Lynda had rarely been in a big-city mall. ----------------------------------- "I kept wearing it right there where I'd found it, because it was kind of a present from the alien. I didn't know what it was at first, but then I discovered that every so often, it would buzz against my chest. I about jumped out of my undies the first time that happened, but pretty soon I got to enjoying that feeling, because what I learned is that meant his spaceship was coming back. I would start to feel warm and then I'd realize that I was getting wet just thinking about him coming back. "Winona discovered that she had one, too. It was so much fun to discover her waiting out on the highway under the stars, the place where somehow I knew he would come. She knew he would come there, too. We giggled and hugged each other and even kissed while we waited. It's funny, we aren't Lesbians, because we only do it with each other for the alien science experiments. But it still felt good to know so much about each other, things that other people didn't know. I guess you could call them secrets. "Sometimes a big truck would come past, but otherwise it would be quiet out there at night. We'd fall into dreams waiting, and then we'd wake up in the spaceship and our alien would be there. A few times, there was another alien, I guess to help him, but he didn't have sex with us. He seemed kind of dainty. "Going back to that first night, we hurried back to the coffee shop at the Virginian, and sat there slugging down too much coffee, and talking wildly with each other. The place was nearly empty-- everyone else was in the bar, or had already gone upstairs to fuck or maybe sleep. "Late, late, I saw Frank come down the stairs, checking his fly and smoothing down his mussed up hair. He looked so smug. He never saw me, 'cause I guess he didn't care who saw him-- he felt like such a stud. "I was surprised when a few minutes later one of the German girls came downstairs, straightening up her hair, too. Then I saw Dan Wyant stagger down the stairs, and another German tourist woman came down after he went out the door. "I didn't understand what words they were using. I guess they must have been speaking in German. But I could see that the one who'd been with Frank was really angry. The second one, the one who must have been with Dan, just glowed. Her skin looked beautiful, and she brushed her hair back so sensuously, and smiled at her friend like she was saying she was sorry but really wasn't at all. I think that she actually may have wanted her friend to feel like it was her fault that she hadn't had any fun with Frank, but of course, I knew what had happened. It had happened, or maybe I should say, it hadn't happened with me and him plenty of times. "Of course, Winona and I felt sorry for both of them, compared to what we had just done. We happily were ready for more and more of the alien. "I walked home, a little bow-legged [another grin] and climbed into bed next to Frank. He was laying on top of it, snoring, with his boots still on. Any second thoughts that I had vanished right away when I saw that. "We wanted to keep this a secret. I mean, who would believe us! For a long time we were able to meet the alien at times when Frank was busy-- I especially loved doing it when he thought he was sneaking out on me. I wish I could speak German, I would have told those tourists what Winona said, that it would be more fun for two of them to go upstairs with Dan than for one of them to have Frank all to herself. "Eventually on another night later on, one of them threw him out of bed right away. Maybe he was more of a clod than usual. He came home, and I was gone for ages, and then I came floating home. He beat the truth out of me, and then he was even more angry when I saw that I was proud of what I was doing, and especially when I told him that the alien "had made a real woman out of me." ----------------------------------- I noted in my spiral book that sometimes Lynda reverted to using Country & Western lyrics as a way of expressing deep emotions. Jock had mentioned to me that he had found that this really streamlined her inductions; he just had to think of the right lyrics and she would instantly accept the concepts as her own. Of course, "Stand By Your Man" didn't work, since he could not hypnotize someone into doing something truly disturbing to their subconscious. ----------------------------------- "When he had thought about it some more, he calmed down and started thinking of ways to make a fast buck on it. He was going to get me onto a tv talk show. He was going to get me an interview in the "Weekly Inquisitor" and so on. Luckily, he didn't guess that Winona knew about this, too, and I didn't let on. She told me how everyone in town heard about it from Frank, and people kept coming up to her and whispering stories to her about my experiences. She, of course, knew that this gossip was almost all made up. One old biddy told her that I was going to have the alien's baby, and Winona was angry and almost gave herself away by telling her about the special birth control ray, but luckily, the old lady wasn't paying attention. "The trouble is, the producers kept wanting him to come up with a picture of an alien or even capture one to prove this wasn't just something I'd made up. Frank got to drinking with some of his bar buddies, and they came up with a plan for catching the alien, or at least getting a picture of his ship. "Frank had never seen the vibrator in my bra, but he knew that somehow I knew when to go out and meet the alien. He spent a lot of time trying to figure that out. He started hanging around the house all the time when he thought the space ship might come, and he had his buddies load up the pick-up truck with all kinds of supplies for catching an alien. I don't know where he got the ideas from as to what to use for alien-hunting, but I didn't like it when he added his antelope-hunting rifle. "Finally, the vibrator went off and I headed out to meet the alien. I hated doing this, because I felt that I was leading either the alien into a trap or Frank and his drinking buddies into fighting something too big for them. Either way, I didn't feel good about it, but for some reason I could not resist going out to the highway. "Winona didn't turn up when I was there, but eventually I must have gotten tired, because I woke up hours later. I really felt rested and relaxed, and there was no bloodshed around me. I touched my blouse, and the vibrator was still there. I went home, kind of puzzled, and Frank was there. He didn't say a word, he just let me fix his breakfast like usual. "He never said anything about that night. He went on to get me on a tv show, and we got an all-expense paid trip to Chicago out of it. I had a wonderful time, even though the tv host was pretty suspicious. Frank kept the money for the fee, but I didn't mind much because I got the trip, that was what I wanted. "I met some really nice men at the tv station, and a couple of them like to come out here for the antelope hunt. I think that they'll let me know when they're coming." ----------------------------------- Lynda grinned, more broadly than ever, and pulled another pager out of her purse. This one would silently show a code number or a Chicago toll-free phone number to call. I laughed, and she joined me in a hearty guffaw. And then she surprised me by unbuttoning her blouse and showing me the glistening curves of her streamlined, futuristic satin bra... the same style as Winona had worn. I should clarify, I knew she had such a thing, because Jock had already told me about bringing the women gifts from outer space. He had clipped off the Victoria's Secret tags. ----------------------------------- "I like to wear this to remember the alien, but it also reminds me of how strong I can be in bed. I usually keep it hidden in the cleaning closet at home-- Frank would never look in there. Sometimes I just touch it for a second, but for something special like talking with you, I'll put it on. Just a second... [and she buttoned herself back up]. "With what I know now, I think the tv guys'll keep coming and coming back to Medicine Bow. Frank can wait for the next German tour bus if he wants to-- I'll be having more fun. "But I still wonder what happened that night. And... I've never heard from the alien again, except for when he told me to talk with you. ----------------------------------- I asked her how Winona was doing. Had she heard from the alien? I partly did this to hide my reaction, because the end of this story is that I knew what had happened that night. ----------------------------------- Concluded in Part 3. Space Aliens vs. Cowboys Ch. 03 PROFESSOR R'S CASEBOOK Case 99-1 Aliens vs. Cowboys by Prof. Richard W. (formerly of the University of ____________) This story may be reposted in any on-line medium, so long as no one is charged any amount for access to the story, and the above e-mail address and this disclaimer are retained verbatim. All of the characters and their behaviour are fictional, and anyone attempting their behaviour is bound to get into a lot of trouble. Practice safe sex! [Practice makes perfect.] Copyright © 2005 by Richard Williams, all other rights are reserved. Part 3 - The pleasure is mine ------------------------- LYNDA CONTINUES "Winona never heard from the aliens again, either. But she's pretty happy. There's a truck driver who comes through here regularly who stops by to see her, and I know her well enough to tell you that he is good for her. She always has that dreamy smile when he pulls out. And in a few weeks, he's taking her with him on a run to San Francisco. ------------------------- And so, in my notes the story almost ends here, about as happily ever after as you could expect in the circumstances. However, you may still want to know what happened that night on the highway. I have those notes on a separate piece of paper, locked away, but I will tell it in my own words, because Jock let me see it all unfold. ------------------------- OUT ONTO THE PRAIRIE We're back in the cab of the truck, Winona is continuing to enjoy our eyes straying to her gloriously exposed chest, and Jock had paused in his story. I had so many questions to ask, but instead of answering, Jock looked far out into the dark prairie and picked out the tiny light of an oncoming train. He revved up the big rig's engine, and as the train approached, threw the truck into gear. Jock's only comment was to Winona-- "yes," he grinned, "you'll feel better if you go ahead." And with that, Winona began to caress her breasts, holding her nipples out to show me, teasing them with her fingers and then sighing. We pulled out onto the road- a strange trio in the darkened cab. Winona squirmed as her excitement developed in the confined space. In spite of Sophia's lip service efforts at my departure from Denver, I found my manhood was feeling quite confined. I was determined to keep it that way, although the way Jock was grinning now, I wondered if he was testing me through Winona. Jock paced the thundering transcontinental freight through the tiny town. We could feel the power of the big yellow engines hammering through the steel cab of Jock's truck. Unless someone had been looking right at the truck, and there was no one out on the road, they would not have known that we had passed. What were we doing? Should I bail out of the cab? "Winona," Jock intoned, "you can put those away now. We are convinced that you are the sexiest woman alive." Meekly, Winona smiled, pulled the satin around her swollen treasures and reclasped the bra. She buttoned herself up without comment. "Winona, you will find that it feels very good to stay aroused. The bra will be a little less comfortable now, and you will remain aware of how ready you are and how beautiful you can be." Jock issued this in a command voice and Winona nodded. I noticed her tugging at her bra through her blouse a couple of times, trying to make it comfortable, in spite of the sensory overload she was associating with it. We continued down the road out of town. "Winona," and now I recognized the command tone immediately, "tell Professor R what is going to happen." She nodded again. "Frank and Dan Wyant and Dan Simmons and maybe some of the other guys have set a trap for the aliens. They're up ahead along the highway now. Dan Wyant told me this-- it's a secret, but I had fun getting it from him." [She chortled seductively.] ------------------------- Jock explained that Winona's freer single status in town had allowed her to both keep her contact with the "aliens" a secret, and to keep an eye out for trouble. He had given Winona some key activities to watch for, and Winona had followed instructions. Not that she minded a reason to spend a little time with Dan Wyant now and then. ------------------------- COWBOYS vs. ALIENS Just then, a shadowy figure stepped from the side of the road and flashed a light at us. Jock eased the truck to a quiet stop. The brakes barely hissed. "It's Dan Wyant!" Winona smiled her recognition. He was holding a shotgun. I did not feel very comfortable at that point. "Dan needs you" Jock intoned. Winona dropped into a trance, somehow a different one than before. She blinked passively as Jock gave her some last minute instructions, and then counted her up and out of it into her appearance as a glowing, irresistible, femme fatale. Winona straightened up her bra for the zillionth time, and then climbed over me to get out of the truck. Her sensitized breasts brushed me as she did so, and she laughed throatily at the sensation. "Winona!" We heard Dan exclaim in surprise. The two of them talked in a lower tone, and I could see that Winona took advantage of the need to whisper with him to bring herself closer and closer. Now her erect nipples were reaching out to him through her blouse and the "outer space style" bra, while he tried to maintain a serious demeanor. "She's telling him that she caught a ride with this trucker out here, because she wanted to watch when they caught the aliens. She especially wants to watch with Dan. But she'll be chilly outside here, so she's going to suggest that they sit in his truck where they can keep watch." Jock calmly watched the animated couple. I saw her gesture with a shiver and a teasing motion toward her outthrust nipples, indicating that she was chilly. In minutes, as planned, Winona led Dan to the truck. We remained in the untraveled highway, the truck's engine still idling low, as we watched the darkened pick-up. In about six minutes, satin panties which matched the space-age bra came flying out the window of the truck, flashing in the moonlight. "I guess the future is about the same as the past," chuckled Jock after spotting Winona's signal, and he put his rig in gear again and we rolled ahead unhindered. Then a bigger surprise swung into the cab. I about jumped out of my own clothes when the cab door swung open and another man jumped into the seat beside me. Jock was unconcerned. It turned out that he had asked his partner to stay back in the sleeper cab till Winona was out on her mission. "Professor R, meet my partner, Lance Miller." There was something different about Lance Miller's mannerisms, almost undetectable. And then I recalled that Jock's partner is gay-- "kind of over-macho looking, about 30" -- the Weigh Station man had said. I did not think that he was overdoing anything, but then different people have different reactions. "Professor, great to meet you. I saw your reports when I was reading some of the male/male stories on-line. I actually read your stuff, too, even though the sex wasn't very interesting." I had to admit that you can't please all of the people all of the time. "I did find something intriguing, though, and that was Case 98-2, where the company president developed a mistress. I had just been wondering how to apply that to a gay situation, when our 'alma mater' sent out a bulletin on what it called the "Presidential Perogative" induction. It didn't deal with gay situations either, but I think that I can make the necessary conversions." Jock interjected to explain that as graduates of the School for Sexual Expression, they both received mailings of a classified nature reporting the latest techniques developed by the student body and the school's research arm. But, he admitted, offerings for the few gay graduates were few and far between. Lance had to use a lot of imagination with the material. I asked Lance if he had anyone in mind. "Yes, I just want to try this out to see if it works. Scientific curiousity, I guess, so I want someone in an isolated location who likely won't have participated in gay sex before, but who might enjoy it." Lance rubbed his smooth face thoughtfully. He grabbed a notebook and quickly flipped through a highlighted page. It was printed in a way that defies normal photocopying. It was the bulletin from his school, code-numbered on each page, so that very elaborate measures would have been needed to avoid detection if he had bootlegged copies. It dawned on me that he was cramming for a final exam. "Okay, Jock," Lance breathed deeply. "I think I've got it. Remember the four-ways." "Yes," Jock said in an amused tone. "I won't forget. Now get out there." We had come to a small cluster of men on the highway. This was not a roadblock, as they had not expected us to come through. This was the men who had hidden in a dry creekbed, waiting to see the aliens, and they did not appreciate us turning up in the middle of their trap. And why had that */!@# Dan Wyant let us through? Lynda stood with them, looking dejected. "You'd better stay here, Professor-- somebody needs to survive to tell our story in case Lance and I make a false move." I nodded, this not being my fight, and basically being a coward on this sort of thing anyway. It is funny, but lots of tough men could not stand up in an intellectual battle of the sort that I had often engaged in, but in turn, arguing with men with weapons did not appeal to me. As the men saw Jock approach, they automatically turned their attention to him. He was older, and looked like a natural leader. Lance was ignored-- except, as I began to realize, by Frank. The rest of the men seemed to forget Frank, engaging in animated conversation with Jock without their own leader. I suspect that Frank was more of a rabble-rouser than real leader anyway, so it was easier than it might have been for Jock to turn their attention. I saw the men's hostile body language fade. One by one, they shrugged, lowered their weapons, and headed off to their trucks. One of them tugged at Lynda's arm and took her with him. The big rig's headlights caught the plume of dust which each truck kicked up as they roared out of their hidden parking area. They blasted by Lance and Frank as if they were not there. Jock came slowly sauntering back to the truck. Wordlessly, he climbed into the cab, and switched on the four-way flashers. Intently, he continued to peer out toward the two men in the road. Frank turned to stare at our truck, looking into its headlights and at the flashers, I assume. Then, I saw Frank's right arm raised in a typical confirmation of a hypnotic state. That was impressive enough to me, and I breathed a sigh of relief, supposing that this would bring an end to the nonsense surrounding this case. Jock began to speak in low tones. "I didn't hypnotize those guys, believe it or not, just made some suggestions. They really wanted to go home. I told them that Dan had caught me on the road, that he had just heard a news report that reminded him that the Air Force was going to be doing some low level night flights, and that he didn't see any point in spending a cold night when nothing was going to happen out here. I said that Dan told me to tell them to call it off. I think they wanted to hear that." "But what about Frank?" I queried. Frank's arm was slowly coming down. "Well, we'll know in a minute if the Presidential Perogative technique can be converted for use by gays. I don't know why not, but then I'm not an expert. The important thing to remember, is that they're not having sexual relations!" And Jock laughed heartily at his own Clintonesque current events reference. I wanted to laugh, but was too stunned by what happened next. Lance stood in the roadway, his back to us, arms akimbo, as Frank knelt before him on the asphalt. I could not see everything, as Lance's powerful stance blocked our view. Frank's hands were working, and I saw Lance shift just slightly as, I imagined, Frank worked Lance's lance out of his fly. There was little doubt left as to what was happening. Occasionally, Lance bent over slightly to issue instructions or to urge Frank on, and then I watched him raise his head toward the stars in a combination of victory cheer and orgasmic pride as his experimental student successfully brought him to a climax. Frank rose and embraced him, hugging and kissing Lance in the middle of the tired old transcontinental super-highway. Jock grinned with delight at his partner's success. "I think this long-haul trip will be a bit shorter for Lance now. It was a long way to San Francisco. And I think that Frank has found a new interest in life." Jock was still chortling. "Did you know that he had any homosexual tendencies? You're not a psychiatrist," I nudged Jock out of his triumphal mode. "It was a hunch that I had, from all the things that I saw and from what the women told me. He was trapped in the Wyoming rural lifestyle, and couldn't find his own way out. It was great of Lance to help us." Lance had resumed talking with Frank, and I gathered from their body language that he was issuing him post-hypnotic suggestions. In a few minutes, Frank and Lance kissed goodbye, and Frank's truck now left in its own plume of dust. Lance came slowly back toward the truck, imitating a bow-legged cowboy. "Pretty good for a first-timer-- great potential for an intern," was all that he said as he settled into the truck, a Presidentially-satisfied smile on his face. Jock turned the truck back toward town, waiting as he had before until a freight train came to cover the noise of the truck. As we eased past Winona's double-wide, we saw that Dan Wyant's truck was parked at a sloppy angle in front of the mobile home. Skid marks in the gravel showed that he had parked in a hurry. ------------------------- LYNDA'S INTERVIEW CLOSES As I reported earlier, Jock set up an interview for me with Lynda. He was able to do it by telephone, just a few quick suggestions, so that when I called her she was quite willing to sit down in a corner of the Virginian coffee shop and chat. In a way I resented Jock's having used his residual hold on her to arrange the interview-- I had always prided myself on swimming through all sorts of resistance to intimate questioning-- but it did streamline things to have her eager to tell her story. "Frank hasn't really been a problem since then. I mean, he still worked on getting me on that tv program, and he thinks about it at times. But he seems to have a new attitude. He doesn't try to force me to have sex with him anymore. And, he's gotten some good jobs as a hunting and fishing guide with some British aristocrats who come over here. They think he's the best guide they've ever had-- "gives us great service!" They're very nice. "And your own sex life?" I tinkled the ice in my water glass with my spoon, as Jock had told me to do. He had said that she would give me a clear answer if I did that suggestion. There was something post-hypnotic that he hadn't mentioned, though, and now I found out what it was. "I'm not hanging out here looking for men, if that's what you mean. But I look forward to those tv fellows when they come out here. And you've been in town for a while without a woman now, haven't you?" She shifted in her chair so that her well-formed breasts moved proudly in front of me. She smiled down over them, enjoying the way she had caught my eye and how startled I was at her remark. Too many things had happened since Sophia had "taken care of me" at the Oxford. Lynda batted her eyelashes as she seductively lowered her head, keeping her eyes on me. My manhood surged hard in my slacks, so that I was forced to shift my legs to keep it from getting out of control. Lynda watched my reaction with undisguised pleasure. "You have a room upstairs here in the hotel don't you?" Weakly, breathing heavily, I acknowledged that I did. In the staircase, Lynda winked at the painting of the painted ladies playing cards. I almost expected them to wink back their approval, as I followed her well-shaped derriere up to my room. I had splurged, and it was one of the end rooms, with the big brass bed and lots of too-red upholstery, with starched white curtains. Lynda sucked in her breath, which moved her breasts so attractively. "It's perfect! I always wanted to make love in one of these fancy rooms. On a big brass bed." She sighed and grabbed me in a hungry embrace, unsnapping my slacks in the same movement. I could never forget the image of her that afternoon, clutching the rails of the brass bed above her head for dear life as she joyously made up for the lost years with Frank. Her revitalized sexuality burned hot into the night and reminded me of how much power a woman focused on pleasure can have. I did my best. ------------------------- Sophia was more understanding than I had hoped. She knew that when I explored topics like this, there was always a certain exposure. She just asked me not to write too much detail about what happened in that room in the Virginian. I obliged in my official file, but I might add for your interest that Lynda was just as beautiful as Jock had described-- worth the effort that he had invested in this marooned beauty of the plains. And now, thanks to his tutelage, I enjoyed a night with sparkling humor, imaginative sex, and, as Jock had said "a body that just naturally won't quit." Oh, and I had a new experience. I've never been a buck antelope before, but then when a beautiful doe is in heat... what choice could I have but to rise to the occasion? ### Space Aliens vs. Cowboys "It's feeling warmer in here." He began in a calm and factual tone. "And as you notice that, you will ask yourself what you can do about it. Of course, with the professor joining us, you won't want to unbutton your blouse will you?" I watched in amazement. "You're thinking about unbuttoning your blouse, but don't let the fun of doing that keep you from feeling self-conscious in front of us, because with each button you undo, you will find yourself feeling warmer and more excited." Winona smiled and began to unselfconsciously unbutton her blouse, having reversed the intentionally confusing negative command in her open subconscious mind. With the third button, her breathing grew heavy, and she tossed her head back in a very feminine sign, bringing her bra-restrained breasts out from her open blouse. The front-clipped pair of scalloped cups had a Year 2000 Victoria's Secret look to it that did not go with her Western informal attire. "Winona, you know that your breasts are very beautiful and that men want to see them. In a few minutes, I am going to suggest that you wake up and join in our conversation, but when you find our talking boring, you will remember that they are pretty in your bra, and as your mind drifts away from our conversation, you will think about how much prettier they are out of the bra, and you know that our attention will be drawn to you when you open your bra... as that will give you power over us." She signalled her comprehension. "You will find that there are so many things to think about, that you will have great difficulty in consciously remembering what I just said, but your subconscious will remember it all for you. And now that you are thinking of that as exciting, you will calmly awaken, feeling relaxed and ready to join in our discussion. Awake now!" And she did. With a perky smile, she tucked her legs under herself on the middle seat, and looked at each of us expectantly. Jock smiled with satisfaction, openly admiring her breasts. Then he turned to me. JOCK'S STORY "This alien thing is getting out of hand. I didn't mean to draw a lot of attention here, and you've turned up just as I was going to try and wrap it up. Your timing is good, actually, because you can get the word out discreetly, to the men and women who really matter. I can't exactly write a letter to the editor about it, and besides, the paper here only comes out about once a month. "I know from reading your articles in that you would understand the problem that I was dealing with when I instigated this alien stuff. It had been an easy way out as a post-hypnotic suggestion, explaining to a couple of attractive women as to what had happened to their time. "It kind of is more complicated than that in Lynda's case. Winona here is the bright one of the pair, eh?" He smiled and Winona laughed in embarassment, modestly nodding agreement. "Lynda has a body that won't quit, and she's wonderfully athletic, but she has noooo clue as to what's going on. You know, all the study and training I went through kept stressing how easy it is to entrance intelligent women, and it kept reassuring me that I could handle that. I was supposed to be impressed by that and I was. But no ever taught me what to do with someone really ground down by life, and not too bright in the first place." Jock looked genuinely frustrated. ----------------------------------------------- Winona interrupted to explain. "Lynda grew up around here, went to high school here, and got married to Frank, her husband when she dropped out to run away to Rawlins with him. She hasn't traveled like I have. I've been to Denver, I've been to Salt Lake City. ----------------------------------------------- I pounced on Jock's statement that "no one ever taught me...." "Are you telling me that you studied seduction methods somewhere?" ----------------------------------------------- "Well, yes," Jock responded. You know about the program, because you mentioned it in your other reports." He reached into a folder where he kept log sheets, maps, and the other typical paperwork of a long-haul commercial driver. He shuffled through the papers and pulled out a diploma with a familiar logo. "Here it is," he proudly announced, "the School for Social Expression -- that's what the diploma says, but you know it's really the School for Sexual Expression." ----------------------------------------------- I took it from him and immediately flipped it over. I preferred not to closely examine the intertwined figures of the hypnotic seal on the diploma, and wanted to check for the link to the school's real purpose which I expected to find on the reverse side. Sure enough, there was a hidden-camera photo of Jock in bed with two girls, one of them screaming in unimagined ecstasy as he plunged into her and the other licking her lips in wet anticipation. "Your final exam in Sausalito?" I queried. ----------------------------------------------- "Yup. Two college girls from Monmouth, Oregon. Down there for Spring Break and looking for something unique. Now that was fun for all of us, and they were happy to be first on my list. You see, I took this course when I realized how many lonely nights I was spending on the road, and how boring and dumb the hookers at truck stops usually were. It made sense to me-- I had to go back to driving school to learn to drive the big rigs, and now I had to go to school to learn how to handle the kind of women that I wanted to have. "I pretty well have my routes covered now. A phone call as I come into town, and they're telling their boyfriends (or their husbands in a couple of cases) about their headache or shopping trip or whatever they know their guys want to hear, rummaging through their dressers for their sexiest lingerie, grabbing their diaphragms or checking their pills, and hurrying down to the truck stop to meet me. "It took me a while to realize that I wasn't getting some kind of magic power over women-- I was just meeting women who wanted to do these things anyway, and now with the training, I can ask them confidently and I can release the inhibitions that would have made them miss out on this otherwise. ----------------------------------------------- Jock spoke with the matter-of-fact assurance of a man who deals in tangible things, practical problems. No wonder the Weigh Master liked him. ----------------------------------------------- "I'm pretty conscientious-- that's why the company likes having me on their rigs-- and so I've installed triggers with each of the women. Even if I'm a bit tired from the road, I touch the right place and suddenly they remember the most beautifully erotic moments in their life, all now collapsed into this time with me. They've told me that they never regret slipping away for our rendezvous. I always recharge their batteries for the next time, too, with a little story to file away in their subconscious till something reminds them of it. You know, it's great to have a woman tell you later how she woke up one morning with the horniest thoughts of you-- had to see you as soon as possible. ----------------------------------------------- Jock said this all in a matter-of-fact tone, as if he was discussing the best route to Billings. Most people would have thought he was a braggart, but in fact everything he said seemed plausible to me. ----------------------------------------------- "What was missing was someone to fill in this long gap between Cheyenne and Salt Lake City. I wasn't thinking about that when my partner and I came through Medicine Bow, though. He wasn't square with his log and I heard that there was a big safety spot check planned on the Interstate so I took the old highway. When we got to Medicine Bow, we heard that a portable checkpoint was set up just west of town, so we called it quits for the night and checked into the Virginian. "You probably don't know what goes on here on summer nights, especially Saturday night. Somehow, this place is on a German tourist itinerary. The Germans, especially the German women, are fascinated with cowboys, and this is a good place to meet them. They all want to dance with a cowboy in the saloon at the Virginian Hotel. Actually, come to think of it, their checklist probably says that they should fuck a cowboy who they meet at the dance. "It works out pretty well. Guys come in off of ranches from up to 200 miles away, and they are the real thing-- rangy, strong, and horny as hell. On the drive down in the pick-up, they've been talking about nothing else, getting each other cranked up for the hunt. Within a couple of hours of that time, Ilse or Helga or Katerina or whoever finds herself being lifted onto a big old brass bed in one big swoop, in a room that looks like it's straight out of an old Western. She may be a software engineer in real life, but now she's a dancehall girl in a movie, and the man she's picked out is ready for several takes. And when she gets back to Deutschland, she's going to let her girlfriends know what happened, and they're going to see their travel agent as soon as possible. ----------------------------------------------- It made sense to me, but I wondered what it had to do with the alien story. I asked Jock about that, but we were interrupted. Winona sighed in a "I've heard this before" kind of way, and unclasped her bra, pulling it back so that her unsupported breasts were attractively framed by the slack cloth. She grinned at us, enjoying our inability to keep our eyes off of her. ----------------------------------------------- "Dream now!" Jock commanded, and Winona returned to her pleasant trance. He instructed her to forget the conversation which he and I would now have, and to enjoy delving into her own thoughts for beautiful or stimulating memories. She acknowledged the instructions, and we watched as she drifted into her own mental space. The direction which she was heading was easy to guess, as her nipples rose to taut erection and her breasts firmed. Her lips parted slightly, and now and then she licked them. Jock admired his handiwork for a moment and then entered the heart of his story. Winona began to gently massage her breasts as he continued. ----------------------------------------------- Continued in Part 2.