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They Came From Phallus Prime

By: Bacomicfan



Jennifer cringed back against the rough-timbered wall of the ship's claustrophobic cabin. The grinning, bronze-skinned barbarian advanced upon her in quick, sure strides, his immense, thick-muscled bulk blocking any possible escape routes. Crouching like a stalking predator, he nearly salivated as his eyes took in each of Jennifer's supple charms, cataloguing them for future plundering.

Jennifer yelped as the sweating brute lunged suddenly, quickly covering the remaining distance between them. His palms and fingers dug into the aged wood on either side of her, giving her little leeway for movement of any kind. His rock hard torso pressed against her, pinning her to the wall. His chest heaved with lust, his eyes glistened with desire. His hot breath washed down over her like volcanic mist as he spoke.

"Now, pretty strumpet, you belong to Brom!" he snarled, grabbing her by the hair and tugging her head to one side so his lips could viciously maul hers. Pressing his body tightly against hers, he invaded her mouth with his probing tongue. He sucked the oxygen from her lungs in his urgency to have his mouth explore hers.

"Get off her, you wretched mongrel!" came a booming voice from the far off doorway.

Brom whirled, growling his displeasure at having his dalliance interrupted. "And what if I don't, you puny ant? This wench is MINE! Begone, little man, before I slice off that inchworm cock of yours and shove it up your arse!" He turned back to the cowering Jennifer, his every pore again oozing lust.

As the would-be hero advanced upon Brom from behind, Jennifer suddenly recognized him. It was Stephen, her ex-husband, still, apparently, just as much of a dick as ever. She knew this wasn't going to turn out well for him. And, as expected, it did not.


"Unhand her, I said! Remove your filthy hands..." the words trailed off into a sickening, choked gurgle, as blood filled Stephen's throat and lungs.

In the space of three short seconds, Brom had reached down into his boot, removed from it a thick hunting knife with a twelve inch blade, and snapped his knife-wielding arm back so quickly that Jennifer's eyes couldn't even focus on it - all the while his leering eyes never wavering their greedy vigilance on Jennifer's heaving bosom. Even without looking, his aim had been true. The unfortunate Stephen was pinned by the neck to the far wall, his dulling eyes - like his silenced mouth - no longer refuting Brom's right to have his way with Jennifer. All the would-be hero could do now was twitch briefly and then sway with the rocking movement of the creaking ship.

"Stephen, you ass!" Jennifer screeched at her swaying ex, "What the hell are YOU doing here? You never COULD keep your nose out of other people's business, could you? Now see where it's gotten you, you arrogant, stupid..." Again, words were cut off, this time by Brom's lips rather than his blade. His tongue again invaded her mouth, licking all around inside it, his lips fused against hers. His eager hands each roughly fondled a cloth-covered breast, squeezing and mauling the yielding pair as savagely as his lips mauled her mouth.

"Ahhh, you WANT Brom, don't you, wench?" the barbarian panted, reluctantly taking his mouth off of her for only a moment. "You want him inside you. You lust for him as he lusts for you. Is this not so?" 

Not waiting for an answer, Brom leaned back and eyed Jennifer madly, eyes ablaze, nostrils flaring. Holding her by the neck against the wall, his other huge hand clutched the front of her blouse at the center of her cleavage and tugged ferociously. The fabric vaporized in his strong fingers, leaving her bare, bouncing breasts as but playthings for him to fondle and feast upon as he pleased. Jennifer swooned. 

Brom lifted her off the floor, his slurping face buried in her chest as he carried her in his muscular arms. He took but a few steps and then tossed her like a rag doll. She sailed through briny air and landed on the unfortunate, now headless captain's small cot, flailing and trying to recover her senses. Snorting his lust, Brom was back on her in a flash.

He didn't bother to untie the rope belt about her pants. He simply tore at it with manic fingers, easily tearing it free of the front belt loops until her pants were loose enough for removal. He then grabbed her pants by the waist and heaved upward, flipping Jennifer upside-down in the process, and yanked her off the bed with her legs kicking at empty air. He tugged on and shook and snarled and cursed at those pants, soon feeling the fabric give way to his wanton desire. They tore, they split - then they, too, vaporized in his hands. He ripped them to shreds in his haste to remove them from his squealing captive. Having defeated the much tougher pants, the flimsy panties were no match for his eager hands. One grasp and but a single tug, and Jennifer's soft bottom and moist flower were his for the taking.

Naked and shivering on the tiny cot, Jennifer watched in horror as the sweating animal tore off his own loincloth. As it was the only clothing he wore at the moment - aside from his blade-concealing boots - that one quick, decisive act left him as savagely naked as was necessary to ravage the vulnerable Jennifer. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the long, thick muscle that had thus been given its freedom. Easily as long as a blacksmith's hammer and as thick as a Hungarian sausage, it appeared angry, and starving for woman flesh - hers!

"Now," the barbarian sneered, wiping drool from his chin, "now Brom fuck you like a whore! Brom show you what a real cock can do, what true pleasure is, not like that puny insect, Stephen."

He was on Jennifer in an instant. His hands had her by the ankles with her legs spread wide. He bent her long legs upward, over her head, putting his weight on her thighs and calves as he prepared to enter her. She screamed, struggled mightily, but to no avail. Brom had her pinned yet again beneath his considerable weight.

His face came close to hers and he grinned. "Now, teasing whore, you are mine! I am going to fuck you until you split like seasoned timber beneath the woodsman's axe!" He slammed himself forward mercilessly - and was instantly inside her. Jennifer felt his huge member tearing into her, the bloated head and shaft stretching her to her limits, roaring deeper and deeper into her. Again she swooned.

Brom grunted his pleasure. His hips thrust his huge, swollen member into her over and over again, his panting as animalistic as his thrusting. He pummeled her with bawdy glee, asking her how she liked his huge cock inside her, how good it felt being Brom's personal whore. She could barely breathe, let alone spit curses at him.

Moment by moment Brom's crazed thrusting increased in intensity. Harder and faster he invaded her most intimate opening. He was like a human battering ram, his relentless, unstoppable hips gaining speed and power with each animalistic thrust. Instead of tiring, his strength grew, his desire multiplied. He fucked her like a wild animal that knew nothing else, cared about nothing else, LIVED to ravage any available pussy it could ram itself into. And Jennifer wondered if she might indeed split in two.

The tiny cot started rising off the floor in tempo to Brom's ramming hips. It slammed against the wall repeatedly, to the ever quickening rhythm of that barbaric beat. Splinters rained down on Jennifer from splitting beams hammered by the cot's iron frame. The floor creaked and split apart in several places. Walls cracked, and the cold, briny sea dribbled and sprayed itself boldly into the cabin of lust. The entire room shuddered, gasping and thrusting along with the sex-crazed Brom. Objects began to fall from tilting wooden shelves, paintings nailed to the walls dropped to the floor with a shattering of their bamboo frames. Compasses, spyglasses and wine bottles rolled and clattered about the floor as Brom's thrusting increased still. The entire world seemed to be mirroring the chaos of Brom's unquenched desires. And all the while the dull-eyed Stephen looked on, thankfully not seeing his ex-wife being ravaged by a thick-skulled barbarian. 

Everything was movement now, the entire ship rocking and jerking about on the roiling sea. Brom's heaving loins seemed to be the catalyst for every movement aboard this captured ship. Wooden walls creaked and moaned, unfastened objects rolled and flew about the room, the more fragile ones shattering and raining their pulverized remains down on the hapless maiden. Jennifer's eyes rolled up in her head. With her legs pinned above her head under Brom's bulk, all she could do was suffer thrust after thrust into her core. All she could feel was his long, fat tool slamming into her mercilessly. All she could think of was that cruel, arrogant, invading member drilling deep into her womb - and know she couldn't do a thing to stop it. And truth be told, she didn't WANT it to stop. It felt so damn good! She screamed aloud, "Oh, yeah, fuck me, barbarian boy! Give me that fat, juicy cock! C'mon, baby, ravage my hot pussy until I come all over your brainless, muscle bound ass! Wooohooooo!" Her sudden enthusiasm spurred Brom on to greater heights of sexual fervor, more blatantly crazed and maniacal fucking.

"Arrrrggghhh!" Brom growled, teeth clenched and jaw locked tight, "Brom fuck you to death! Brom kill you with his cock! Brom fill you with cum, and split you right in half!" His hips were self energizing, feeding off their own power... slamming, slamming, slamming, harder and faster, making the whole world quake and tremble.

"Yeah, baby!" Jennifer squealed, "put your money where your mouth is! Fuck me raw! Fuck me senseless, you savage monkey! Show me what a real cock can do! If I'm your whore, baby, PROVE IT!!" 

Sadly, Brom's penile prowess, impressive as it was, was not to be fully realized, nor was an orgasm in the stars for either of them, for the more than slightly disappointed - and substantially livid - Jennifer woke with a start. Her twitching body knew instantly that her intense fuck at Brom's barbaric hands was over, but her mind took a bit longer to wrap itself around that fact.

"Aaaarrrgh...Goddammit, Goddammit!" she cursed, "not AGAIN! Why is it every time a dream lover starts humping me into oblivion, I have to wake up? Why, Lord....WHY?!!" She writhed and squirmed on her bed, her legs squeezed together tightly and her teeth gnawing on her lower lip with a vengeance. She'd come so close, so close. Orgasm had been just moments away. She curled into a fetal position for several minutes, until finally the sexual tension eased enough that she could lie on her back. Many four letter words spat from her lips.

Lying atop her wrinkled and wet - from both sweat and other "unsatisfying leakage" - bedspread, frustrated fingers clawing deeply into it, Jennifer bit her lower lip and snarled her anger at the unfairness of the situation. She could still feel the quaking of her body from mighty Brom's heated thrusting into her. It was even making her bed shake and causing small items to skitter about her bedroom floor just as it had in the captain's cabin in her dream. 

But, wait. How could this be?

It was several moments before her clouded brain - even now still hoping to recapture the dim-witted but hugely hung Brom and restore him to his place between her legs - could accurately gauge what was going on about her. Her bed was indeed shaking. Objects were indeed falling off her bedside table and fleeing for their lives on the floor. Pictures on her walls were swaying to and fro as if dancing to some tune only they heard.

"Oh, my God," Jennifer gasped aloud, "an earthquake!" Then she thought for a second and scolded herself. "An earthquake? Get a grip, girl, this is New York. 'Quakes just don't happen in good ol' suburbia. But then, 

wha...?"

By this time, the sounds from outside were beginning to seep through both the walls of her home and the haze of her dissipating dream state. Sounds like low-flying jets interspersed with screams and screeching metallic

noises. It sounded like an arcade outside. High pitched squeals and low-pitched humming noises mingled with the sounds of shouting voices, though not all the voices made sense. Grunts. The sounds of car doors slamming closed and tires screeching. A few sporadic gunshots, which ended quickly and did not resume. But it was the low-pitched sounds that seemed to make her house shudder as if caught in an 8.0 Richter event.

Her dour mood at having her dream hump taken from her was replaced by curiosity - tinged with fear. Either there WAS an earthquake in progress, or there was a war going on outside. Or...she was dreaming again. A dream within a dream. She'd had those on occasion, but not usually this vivid, this real. So she scrambled from her bed and headed directly for the window, part of her wanting to know what was happening and part of her wanting someone or something to blame for the interruption of her deflowering-by-barbarian dream. When she got to the window, still feeling the floor vibrating beneath her bare feet, she slid apart the light, summer curtains and pulled down sharply on the shade, immediately letting it go so that it snapped back up with a vengeance and spun around several times before coming to a rest at the top of her window. She looked out into the early morning sunlight.

All hell was breaking loose.

Cars were screeching over lawns, churning up dirt and grass and murdering the unsuspecting mailboxes that dared to get in their way; people were running about helter-skelter, screaming, most of them in blind panic; a thin blue haze hung over the entire neighborhood, drifting slowly eastward in an apparent light breeze; occasional flashes of red or green light made the entire scene appear surrealistic. And overhead, something Jennifer thought she'd never see in her lifetime.

Shiny, flying metallic cylinders - each about the size of a bloated, overfed stretch limo - were zipping to and fro just over the rooftops of the complex's neat little houses. They moved so fast Jennifer could barely focus on them. Some of them hovered above homes. Some had apparently landed on lawns. It appeared that whatever propulsion systems these craft used was what was causing the low pitched hums and the earthquake-like symptoms suffered by Jennifer's cozy little neighborhood.

That was when she saw her first alien. Not so alien in appearance, actually. More like a huge man; easily six and a half feet tall, broad-shouldered and looking tough enough to skateboard on. It looked like a bodybuilder, but its muscles, while well defined, were not overdeveloped. Strong chest, slim waist, thick and powerful thighs. And a tan a California surfer dude would envy. It was the most perfectly proportioned man she'd ever

seen. His overall appearance took her breath away, though she wasn't sure how much of that breathlessness was from fear, and how much from some other emotion.

The creature was directly across the street from Jennifer's vibrating home, at her best friend Claire's house. It stood tall and proud as it raised one fist to the sky. But it wasn't gesturing in triumph. It held something in its hand and it was pointing it skyward. It was as the alien stretched its arm upward that Jennifer noticed for the first time that it was naked. With the exception of a chain around its neck and a belt around its waist, it wore nothing at all. And if she thought its body was well crafted, its sex organs were magnificent! Unobstructed in any way by body hair, those perfect jewels proudly displayed themselves for all to see. The creature's entire body, from head to toe, was completely hairless. Human in every way, but certainly no couch potato.

The creature's gender became still more fascinating as she gazed on, her pupils fixating on those flaunted organs. As it continued to aim its alien device skyward, its rather impressive penis hung down, glorious even in its flaccid state, a quiet power emanating from every inch of it. Jennifer sighed deeply as she eyed it wistfully. It was plump and long even though obviously not erect. It was larger than any penis she'd ever seen. Even the barbaric Brom would've been envious of such a member! She could only imagine that mighty organ aroused and poised for entry into the orifice of its choice! 

A shadow came down over the creature, wresting Jennifer's attention away from his penis. One of the shiny cylinders was lowering itself to the ground beside the alien. It was only as the creature prepared to enter its ship that Jennifer noticed he held a captive draped over his mighty shoulder. And that limp, dangling captive was none other than...Claire! Jennifer's truest, dearest friend was being abducted by an alien!

Huge penis or no, Jennifer was not about to allow her best friend to be kidnapped by some alien monster! She began to act on pure adrenaline rush now, running to the kitchen for some kind of weapon. Her need to rescue her friend overrode her fear of the creature and its brethren. But, as she opened her bedroom door and ran into the hallway leading to the kitchen, that chemically induced bravery went screaming from her body.

She was all of three bounding steps into the hallway when she was face to face with another of the aliens. It stood before her, an almost exact copy of the creature who was hauling Claire off to its home planet...or at least to its ship. This creature, also, was naked. Despite her fear and her desire to free her friend, Jennifer couldn't resist a quick look down at this creature's "manhood." It was as delicious as the other's. It made her wet just to look at it, and she became light-headed, but she nonetheless charged the alien, hoping to overcome it by sheer surprise.

The creature never even tried to stop her. He simply stood his ground. Jennifer ran into it at full speed and slammed to a screeching halt, bouncing off of its rock hard chest and crumpling to the floor in a tangle of flailing arms and legs. Stunned ,she tried to scramble up for another try, but the creature simply waved its arm at her and she seemed to grow calm, her racing heart slowing to almost normal. Nonetheless, she cowered back against the wall of her hallway, eyeing this magnificent creature suspiciously. Her mind raced with many thoughts, premiere among them how she could escape this creature and save Claire, and then contact the authorities to take care of these invading baldies once and for all.

The alien leaned down and offered her its hand. She didn't know what to think of that. Was he going to toss her over his shoulder and cart her off to Mars or Venus along with Claire? Well, at least they'd still be neighbors, if they weren't eaten or used as some form of slave labor.

This creature, like its brother hauling Claire away outside, also had a chain around its neck. At the end of the chain was a blue amulet. Still holding out his hand to her, he reached his other hand up and grabbed the amulet, pressing the sides with his thumb and forefinger before letting it go. "Do not fear," came an only slightly metallic voice from the amulet, "we mean you no harm." His lips moved, though not in synch with the words. The words themselves came from the amulet, each syllable of sound causing it to glow and pulsate with an eerie blue hue. Despite the slight metallic imperfection, the voice from the amulet sounded much more human than she would've expected.

Jennifer's legs turned to rubber, and her back slid slowly down the wall until she once again sat on the floor. The alien walked up close to her, his hand still outstretched. She looked up at him, dazed, confused, and only somewhat relieved by hearing the soothing English language coming from her uninvited company.

A thousand questions poised themselves just behind her lips, but could not find their way out. Instead, she found herself looking up, but not into the creature's eyes. She felt shame even as she realized that her dilating pupils had locked themselves on his genitals, lured there and then frozen by their hairless beauty. Her eyes took in every minute detail, and every hormone in her body responded to that indiscreet probe. 


They Came From Phallus Prime



Beneath her frumpy pajamas, Jennifer's white silk panties clung to her own sex organs, drenched in wetness that was definitely not perspiration. 

Mesmerized, staring blankly at that robust penis, Jennifer absently held out her hand for the creature to take in his. He grasped it firmly, and then gently helped her to her feet. Her heart still pounding, though with less urgency, her face took on a defiant look as she forced her eyes away from his muscle and attempted to stare down her would-be captor, eye to alien eye.

The creature continued to hold onto her hand for a few seconds after helping her to her feet, and Jennifer noticed that his touch was warm - probably several degrees warmer than human flesh. Then he released her hand and simply looked into her face. When he came closer, she also noticed he had a scent, subtle but definite. It was at once sweet and musky, and it reminded her of a cologne an ex-boyfriend wore many years ago. It pleased her senses greatly, and added fuel to the bubbling reaction going on between her legs.

For some reason, she no longer feared this creature, and was even beginning to think of him as more human than alien. The look on his face was not that of a plunderer, a slaver or even some genocidal intergalactic murderer. And the closer he came to her, the more his body heat enveloped her, the more his pleasant scent made her feel comfortable and content. He somehow became...familiar...with each breath she took.

She didn't even flinch when he reached out and stroked her cheek with his fingers. Nor did she recoil at the way his eyes slowly changed color as he touched her. 

Bathed in his warmth and that sweet, musky scent, Jennifer began to bask in his otherworldly presence. She leaned limply against the wall, allowing this hulking extraterrestrial with the kind face to touch her as he pleased. He stroked her face and neck gently, his eyes changing color constantly, a continuing kaleidoscope of pastel blues, greens and purples. As he stroked her chin with his thumb, his facial expression changed. He smiled, and the look on his face was one of intimate knowledge, as if he'd somehow invaded her psyche and knew what aroused her most.

"Perhaps my appearance frightens you?" came the voice from the amulet, "Perhaps THIS would please you more?" Instantly, his smiling alien face changed, flesh reshaping itself, features altering. Jennifer blinked at the suddenness of it, and by the time she was done blinking, a familiar face leered down at her.

"Now, wench, you wish Brom to be inside you, do you not?" There was no mistaking the sweat-drenched mane of unruly, shoulder-length black hair and the grinning, lusting lips, nor the hard-set jaw beneath them. The dark, sex-crazed eyes looked her over with uncontrolled desire, and the years old knife scar on his neck pulsed with the rush of blood beneath it that fueled his body for what was to come.

Jennifer shook her head in confusion as she now looked into the dark, barbaric eyes of her dream lover, the dim-witted but lusty Brom. Gone was the kind, soothing, alien visage. The comforting warmth had now cooled to normal human body temperature. The sweet musk of a moment ago was replaced by the pungent, sweating, manly scent of the heaving Brom. And the multi-colored pupils were now dark, shining hungrily, and overflowing with lust.

Regardless of the fact that her mind had been through so much in such a short period of time - adjusting to alien attacks and the sudden appearance of her barbarian dream lover - Jennifer felt somehow that everything was as it should be. She felt at peace with the situation, bizarre though it might be. So, when Brom began ripping off her pajamas and panties, she was quite content to go with the flow.

"Brom fill your pussy with his hot cum, harlot. He fuck you until you drop dead. He treat you like a filthy whore until he satisfied and need to sleep. You belong to Brom, now and always." 

Even though some distant part of her reeling mind protested, Jennifer could not fight her urges anymore. Between the seductive, alluring touch and scent of the alien and the sudden appearance of the drooling Brom, she just couldn't deny her needs any longer. Her libido had been touched on every possible level, from sensuality to depravity, and if she didn't partake of some sweating male anatomy immediately she'd shatter into a million infinitely tiny pieces! And so it was that, just as in her dreams, she allowed her body to be ravaged. And woe be to Brom if he left her high and dry THIS time!

Strong, but clumsy hands tore at her pajama top, thick fingers rending it to shreds. Her breasts bounced free only for a second, just long enough for Brom to become aware of them and clamp his lips on them. His face buried in her bosom, Brom then encircled Jennifer's waist with one mighty arm and lifted her off the floor. Holding her aloft, his other hand tore blindly at her pajama bottoms. He grunted into her cleavage as he

tugged relentlessly downward on them, yanking them down over the swell of her hips and cheeks and finally tearing them free of her squirming body. He howled in triumph and licked both breasts enthusiastically. 

Brom carried Jennifer like a sack of potatoes in one strong arm, ripping off her panties with his other hand as if they were made of tissue paper, as he took long, purposeful strides toward her bedroom. Not having the presence of mind to use the doorknob, he simply lifted one thick-sinewed leg and kicked it in. One mighty slam in its center with the heel of his foot, and it split in half, buckling inward in the middle and collapsing to the carpeted floor. He stepped over it with all due haste, cursing at even this minor delay.

Before he even reached Jennifer's bed, he heaved her through the air a good ten feet in its general direction. She landed dead in its center, sinking into it's groaning mattress and box spring and then bouncing back up again, as if landing on a trampoline. She hadn't even stopped bouncing before the lusting barbarian pounced on her, his chest heaving with desire. 

"Now, Brom take you!" he snarled, grinning down at her and purposely licking his lips.

He grabbed both her ankles in one huge, meaty paw and yanked them up over her head. Seeing the glistening wetness between her thighs further ignited his passion, and he bent down quickly to bury his face in the carpeted slit, kissing and licking it briefly, as if carrying out some sort of preparatory moistening ritual before plunging his manhood as far into it as it would go. As if Jennifer's pussy needed any moistening at all at that specific moment in time.

Jennifer was crazy by now, squirming and moaning on her bed, everything else completely forgotten. Lust and desire were the only survivors still mingling about in her brain. She wanted Brom's mighty muscle thrust into her over and over again, slamming her long and hard, until she screamed with passionate release. It was good that she felt that way...for that was Brom's intention exactly.

Laughing as he teased Jennifer's clit with his tongue, Brom fingered inside her as well. Two thick fingers intruded rudely inside her opening as his tongue briefly lapped her clit and the soft petals of her flower. He sucked her juices from the many soft, wet folds of flesh, then spread her wide with two fingers and lapped her hard with his flattened tongue, like a dog would lick a treat. He seemed to take great delight in making Jennifer squirm and sigh, fingering her roughly one moment, spreading her for his tongue the next, slowly preparing her opening for his stouter and much more demanding cock.

"Brom's cock much more fun than his tongue, much more...filling," he chortled, his hot breath washing over her licked and fingered treasure, "It will fill you so deep, make you come so hard. Do you want Brom's cock now, harlot? Do you want him to enter you so deeply that you'll split in half?"

"Ohhh, yes...YES! Give me your hard cock, barbarian boy! Make me come, Brom baby! MAKE ME COME!" For Jennifer, reality had just taken flight right out the window. For all she knew, this was just another dream, and she intended to ride THIS one out right through to its hopefully satisfying end. Her body crackled with anticipation. She squealed and squirmed, unable to control her writhing on the bed.

Brom's arrogant laughter gasped from his heaving lungs as he thrust home his long, thick cock. The thrust pulled Jennifer's hips off the bed, and that trend continued as Brom thrust mightily over and over again. It felt to Jennifer as if the bloated helmet were pounding against her diaphragm, so deep was its penetration. Time after time, thrust after thrust, she felt it knocking on the door of her chest cavity! It was incredible! Savage, animal lust! Wanton, needy sex. No apologies, no romantic interludes, no unnecessary creativity...just the meaningless

exchange of sexual fluids. In other words, THE FUCK OF A LIFETIME!

But, as Brom grunted and heaved atop her, Jennifer's sexual psyche suddenly felt a twinge of apprehension. Surely this had to be another dream. The barbaric Brom had tried to have his way with her on several occasions, only to have the real world intrude and give both he and Jennifer a smarting case of coitus interruptus. It MUST be a dream. Yes, that dream within a dream within a dream thing. Jennifer had had some of those before, but never so intricately detailed, so vivid, so...real. This time, though, she would definitely personally throttle ANYONE who woke her at this point! If Brom's cock didn't make her come like gangbusters this time, whoever made the pleasure stop would be buried in her back yard and become fertilizer for her garden! This was a vow she made deep inside her liquefying brain.

But no one interrupted her pleasure this time. Brom growled and heaved upon her, slamming his white hot penis deeply into her core for a long, long time. Waves of pleasure coursed through Jennifer's body like the roaring surf at Malibu. She gasped and writhed in pleasure under her thick-skulled barbarian lover. He mashed his mouth against hers and fondled her breasts roughly, pinching and prodding the nipples with both fingers and teeth. He devoured her breasts, sucking and lapping them like a dog with a chew toy. He took large handfuls of ass flesh and used them to help stabilize her pussy for his pummeling tool. And all the while Jennifer's fingers clawed at his back and his ass, or dug deeply into the yielding mattress. She wanted to spur on her lover with her usual dream shouts of encouragement, but she had momentarily lost the power of speech.

Finally, the grunting Brom reached orgasm. He ejaculated what seemed gallons of hot, searing cum into Jennifer's receptive womb. It boiled inside her, heating her from the inside out. As Brom grunted and growled his release, Jennifer began to quiver from head to toe. She felt a chill along the entire length of her spine. Her

muscles all seemed to lose control at once, and she screamed at the ceiling. 

"God, YES! OH, GOD, YESSSS!" was the extent of her vocabulary at that moment.

Brom was still thrusting into her, even though his orgasm had begun to wane. It just felt so good. Jennifer had begun scratching his arms wildly with her clawing fingers. Her ankles had broken free of his hand and wrapped themselves around his neck - her own stabilizing factor, so that she, too, could thrust and enjoy the filling of her womb. She had actually gotten herself braced enough on her back on the mattress that she

was thrusting her hips against her barbaric lover with a ferocity equal to his own. 

They sucked and licked and bit each other like the animals they had become as they rolled around on the bed, fused together, thrusting and shouting and clawing. Just as Brom's spurting slowed to a dribble, Jennifer's began in earnest. Her ankles and heels bored into the back of Brom's neck as she squeezed it in a death grip, giving herself proper stability for what her sexual frenzy demanded she do next. Thus braced against her barbarian lover, she slammed her drenched, burning sex against his crotch like a mad woman. Lust glittered in her eyes and she bit at his mouth, lathered his face and lips with her tongue. She panted and jerked and twitched as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Latched onto his body like a clinging straight-jacket, she now returned the pummeling favor, pistoning on his erect muscle hard and fast while she creamed his entire lower body. She snarled her lust, finally being able to bask in the rewards of a good fuck with her dream lover. Finally...FINALLY!...sweet, sweet climax.

Sex is a strange animal. It charges us with overwhelming energy slowly, over a long period of time, increasing the charge until it reaches its peak at the brink of orgasm. Then, as soon as orgasm is complete, energy seems to vacate our bodies with mind-boggling speed. Such was the case with Jennifer. After her deliciously long and sweet orgasm, her body simply went limp. All strength left her muscles. The only muscle movement that remained after her orgasm was the staggered workings of her lungs and the ongoing, regular spasms of her vaginal muscles. Aside from those, all other bodily functions had ceased. But her mind, hazy as it was at that moment, still worked. And she smiled, realizing that Brom - her big, dumb, brutish dream lover - had finally managed to ravage her to a satisfying conclusion.

Straining, Jennifer finally managed to roll her head to one side and look at her barbarian love toy. But, the face that smiled down at her was once again that of the mild, sensually-scented alien. He again stroked her face as he spoke through his shining blue amulet.

"This Brom human pleases you much?" he asked.

Jennifer's reply was a mixture of anger - for she felt she'd been played - and controlled humor. So many emotions were suddenly rushing to the forefront of her brain that they were crashing into one another. Despite the mellow afterglow of rewarding sex, she scowled, "I don't know who you are or where you came from, but you have no right peeking into my brain like that. What are you here for, anyway? Where is your buddy taking Claire?" The questions that had been held at bay earlier suddenly bubbled to the surface, even though Jennifer was quite satisfied after her intense orgasm. Her vaginal muscles still twitched and spasmed, so her words were spat out in gasps between those intermittent jolts.

"In due time," the alien soothed. "Please, forgive my masquerade, but in your mind this Brom creature was very important. I knew his presence would excite you. So I chose him to please you." The smile had faded a little, but it was still there. He looked confused, unsure if he'd done something wrong.

Somehow, Jennifer felt sorry for him. She felt as if she'd scolded him, and he didn't seem to know why. So, her heart went out to him. Obviously, he'd done nothing but please her, but still, he had no right to not only invade her body, but her mind as well. And she still didn't know why he and his fellows were here, and/or what their intentions were. Therefore, moving quickly and without warning, she slid off the bed, bolted several feet away, turned sharply about and held out her hands, warding off any attempted advance by her tricky alien lover. She slowly backed away from him, arms outstretched, still discouraging any attempt by him to move toward her in any way whatsoever. 

"Look, this has been...nice...sort of. But, look, I've got to go help my friend, if YOUR friend hasn't taken her to Mars or someplace by now." Realizing she was naked, Jennifer rushed to the closet and frantically searched for something she could toss on quickly to go look for her friend.

"I'm sure she's safe," said the smiling alien. "Please, trust me. Come, let me explain."

"I have to go NOW. Your pal was taking my best friend into his ship, and God knows..." As she passed by her window en route to the closet, Jennifer just happened to glance outside again. And what she saw made her brain twitch in her skull. The total mayhem of earlier had diminished somewhat, though there was still a moderate amount of unusual activity. It seemed that most of the actual panic had subsided, but aliens and spaceships and the occasional fleeing human were still pretty much the norm. But, directly across the street, where the first alien she'd seen had been absconding with the limp form of her friend and neighbor, the scene had changed much less than expected. Jennifer had been certain that the invading alien and her captured buddy, Claire, would've been long gone by now - halfway to Pluto or wherever - making her rescue a daunting task indeed. She was surprised to see otherwise. For while their positions had definitely changed, their location had not.

To be sure, the alien was no longer carrying her friend like a sack of Idaho spuds. Instead, he had her slapped over the front of his shiny silver cylinder, totally naked, and was soundly banging her from behind. Apparently, the kidnap had been interrupted by uncontrollable alien hormones, just as her own kidnap probably had.

But the look on Claire's face was not one of an unwilling captive. Truly, it was anything but. Her eyes were rolled up in their sockets in a look of total rapture. Her mouth hung open and her tongue lolled out, flapping loosely like a panting dog's tongue with every thrust of her alien captor's hungry member. She was nearly drooling in an obviously sexually heightened state, oblivious of anything except the drilling sensation between her legs. And as the alien thrust himself into her repeatedly and vigorously, making her entire naked body ripple on the "hood" of the shiny metallic vehicle, Jennifer saw something that made her own jaw drop. For the happily humping alien - every bit as tall and impressively muscled as her own fornicating spaceboy - so proudly and enthusiastically ramming himself into her dear friend, had the face of a thirty year old...Charles Bronson!!!!!

"Holy shit," Jennifer gasped in disbelief, "now I KNOW I'm dreaming!"

Jennifer shook her head, watching, in awe and wonder, what appeared to be a young Charles Bronson - with the body of Arnie Schwarzenegger on steroids - trying to shove his penis all the way up to her neighbor's apparently appreciative tonsils!

Forcing her eyes away from the riveting - and arousing - scene, Jennifer again whirled about, turning on her own horny alien, and snarled at him, "Oh, you guys are something! I'll bet your pal out there is using some kind of scent or tricky sensation or hypnosis to make my friend THINK she wants to be fucked by him, huh? Peeking into her brain and stealing her desires and fantasies? Just like you did with me. You must think you're pretty slick, huh? And that us Earth women are saps, right?" She took a few menacing steps toward the creature still sitting on her love-stained bed. He tilted his head to one side and looked at her quizzically. He blinked his colorful eyes innocently.

"Why are you so angry?" he asked, the amulet glowing slightly with each syllable of speech. "When I looked into your mind I saw how much you needed physical pleasure and I accommodated you. I even gave you a vision that pleased you greatly. What have I done that causes you such anger?" 

"First of all, ET, you just whisk your shiny ships down onto our planet and take whatever you damn well please. You rape me and your friend is STILL raping my best friend." She looked out the window again and saw Charlie now humping Claire side-saddle, one of her ankles propped up on his shoulder, his mouth and hands all over her bouncing breasts. Jennifer was torn between rage and envy, between wanting to rush to her friend's rescue...and jumping Mr. Bronson's hunky bones herself.

"What is this 'rape' thing you speak of?" the alien asked.




They Came From Phallus Prime



"Rape? Rape! Rape is when you take a woman against her will...THAT'S what rape is! What you did to me, and what your buddy is doing to my friend!"

Now the alien looked sad. "You did not enjoy our union?"

"Well, yes...of course I...sure...but...wait a second, that's not the point! The point is, you just helped yourself to some nookie without so much as a 'thank you, ma'am'."

"Thank you," the alien said, smiling, "thank you very much for the pleasure you've given me. I hope I was able to give some in return." His eyes glistened, and the cool colors milled about in them again. 

Jennifer stood there with her hands on her hips, not sure how to respond. Was this extraterrestrial stud making fun of her, taking amusement at her expense...actually being SARCASTIC? Before she could mull it over completely, he continued, "But, truly, we on my planet could never rape anyone, as you define the word. On Phallus Prime, all Phallusians are always agreeable to sex, at any time or in any place. In fact, there's a planetary law that specifically states that sex may be engaged in any time of day or night, even in public places, and between any two persons. Neither males nor females ever say no to copulation of any kind. Forgive me if I seemed to force myself upon you, but it never occurred to me that you WOULDN'T want to copulate with me."

Jennifer looked out the window again, thinking that if she looked away from her Brom chameleon she might be able to think more clearly. His penis was still semi-erect, and quite the distraction. And his sweet, subduing scent was nibbling at her nostrils even from fifteen feet away. But, looking out the window was far from helpful.

Charlie Bronson had Claire down on all fours on her lush, green lawn, doing her doggie style with gusto. Claire's eyes were shut and her neck was craned back. She was screaming something at the sky, a look of ecstasy on her bellowing face. Claire opened the window, not really sure if she was doing so to scream something helpful to her friend, or to hear her friend's cries of joy. But, hear them she did.

"Yes, Charlie! Oh yeah, fuck me you hot vigilante you! Give me that vengeful pistol of yours all the way! Shoot me up sooooooo good! Lock and load, baby! Yes, yes.....OH YES!!" Her grass-stained knees came up off her lawn's lush, green carpet with each of the Bronson alien's grunting thrusts. Jennifer saw his huge fingers tweaking Claire's hardened, screaming nipples. She was getting wet just watching and listening. Standing there naked by her bedroom window, her crotch and inner thighs became slick with renewed desire.

"You see?" said her own Brom alien, "Your friend is having great pleasure, is she not? She has not been taken against her will."

Jennifer turned away from the window, with the intention of storming over to the alien and somehow giving him a piece of her mind. But, upon turning, she took just a single step...and once again slammed head-on into his chest. Somehow, he'd snuck up behind her as noiselessly as a shadow, surprising in light of his considerable bulk. Startled by his sudden presence, Jennifer fell backwards, nearly toppling out of the ground floor window.

With a swiftness belying his size, her Brom impersonator caught her easily, preventing her tumble. As soon as his hand touched her arm, she felt that unearthly, soothing heat again. His musky sweet scent wafted over her. She felt dreamy, safe, content, yet her heart pounded behind the hardening nipple of her left breast. She nearly swooned, falling forward instead of backward, her naked torso coming into warm contact with the alien's strong chest and abdomen. Desire washed over her in an instant. She leaned against him long after she'd regained her balance.

Breathless, Jennifer looked up into that once again smiling face. His large but gentle fingers stroked her cheeks, caressed her chin and neck so softly she barely felt them. She closed her eyes, her eyelids fluttering as if they didn't want to close. Strong hands were soon caressing other parts of her body, bold fingers making her flesh tingle wherever they roamed. Jennifer gave up all thoughts of resistance. Awash in his scent, her skin warm and tingling from his touch, she had no desire whatsoever to stop him from doing as he pleased with her. She WANTED him to take her.

For long moments the alien fondled and caressed her. She felt his face nuzzling hers, his hot breath trailing just behind his lips as they caressed her head from her neck to her forehead. She trembled in his embrace, squirming excitedly with rising expectation. But, when she opened her eyes, she was startled at what she saw.

Apparently, he had again probed her mind, for the smoldering-lipped lover she saw before her glazing eyes was yet another of her fantasy conquests, a young doctor she'd once seen while visiting another of her friends at the hospital. Blond-haired and blue-eyed, clean-shaven and handsome, he smiled at her and said, "I have always wanted to make love to you, Jennifer. Please allow me to pleasure you as no man ever has before." The exact words she'd fantasized him saying to her many, many times.

At first, Jennifer's knees got weak, and she nearly threw herself back down onto the floor and let him have his way with her. But, at the last instant, her mind finally rebelled. "No," she said softly, "not as Dr. Clifton. If you want me, take me as yourself. What's YOUR name?"

Instantly, the alien returned to his own form, a little surprised that Jennifer refused pleasure from a man she'd fantasized about many times. But, still, somewhat pleased, he replied quietly, "I am Zaleeth."

"Well, then, Zaleeth, make love to me. Fantasy is wonderful, but, for right now anyway, just be yourself. No more pretending."

"As you wish, Jennifer. That will make it easier for me to save my energy for...other things. And...thank you." He began kissing and touching her again, and in seconds had her again backed up against the wall beside the window, but this time he lifted her off the floor and Jennifer wrapped her legs around his waist. Bracing her against the wall, Zaleeth thrust his penis home, both of them gasping loudly as he once again stretched her opening to its limits with his immense, throbbing member. She was so thoroughly wet down in that steaming valley that even his huge organ slipped in painlessly. Jennifer's initial gasps quickly evolved into long, low moans of ecstasy. As she moaned and writhed against him, her mind was somehow convinced of the rightness of this coital union. His penis felt absolutely perfect inside her, as if it had been sculpted and fitted to her personally, it's every contour and texture created specifically for her maximum pleasure.

During the heat of their union, Zaleeth staggered about the room, carrying Jennifer in his arms, continually thrusting upward with his hips. She bounced in his arms, legs locked around his waist, arms clinging to his neck as their mouths locked in deep, satisfying kisses. Jennifer felt his relentless cock barging furiously in and out of her, her bottom slapping soundly against his hot thighs over and over again, and the burning head of his cock slamming repeatedly against the deepest limits of her womb. She gasped and panted in his arms, feeling climax rising from deep inside her molten core, despite already having experienced an incredible orgasm only moments ago. 

At one point in their sweating, heaving fusion, alien and Earth woman fell against the window sill, and not long thereafter their uncontrolled heaving and staggering about caused Jennifer to end up with her upper body flailing OUTSIDE the window, with the tenacious Zaleeth continuing to thrust into her even as her naked, sweating torso protruded through the open window for all to see . Visible outside the window from her waist up as Zaleeth pounded home, Jennifer's sweating, quaking body relished the gentle breeze that wafted across her chest, neck and shoulders, soothing them wherever the alien's groping, fondling fingers were not currently engaged. Their grunting and thrusting did not slow down for even a second, despite Jennifer's indiscreet position. Throughout its entirety, inter-species copulation never slowed so much as one iota, and Jennifer suddenly realized she had a bird's eye view of the bizarre goings-on in the streets and lawns of her small, usually quiet and reserved neighborhood . Any qualms about her ostentatious display of wanton sexuality disappeared instantly. Any guilt about her apparent inability to control her urges faded like morning mist. For she was not alone in her copulatory indiscretion. 

Claire was now lying atop her alien lover's sleek ship, wide eyes facing the blue-hazed sky, her body hopping about spastically as if she were being electrocuted. This briefly caused Jennifer some concern, until she saw the reason. Apparently, Claire had her fantasies about Dr. Clifton, too, as the physician with the boyish good looks had his blond head down between her trembling thighs...and his bobbing head was VERY animated. Hence, Claire's fingernails trying vainly to dig deeply into the gleaming metal of the extraterrestrial stretch limo. Feeling her friend was in good...hands...Jennifer was about to return her concentration to Zaleeth and his filling erection, when she noticed for the first time the rest of the neighborhood. It truly was an "invasion" of sorts, and Jennifer was 

unable to remove her eyes from the torrid scene, even as Zaleeth humped her raw and devoured her sumptuous breasts.

Up and down the street in both directions, huge, horny aliens had Earth women naked and in very compromising positions. Every possible sexual position was represented in that pornographic painting of a small town gone sexually mad. Women were being ravaged from every possible angle; every possible orifice was being thoroughly invaded by any available body part. Women screamed and writhed and squirmed in ecstasy on lawns, in driveways, on porches and lawn furniture. Every inch of landscape was littered with torn and discarded clothing. Every naked body, both native and alien, writhed and twitched in gushing pleasure. Male and female genitalia, hands, lips, tongues and even foreign objects, pounded, pulsed, twitched, licked, sucked and nibbled anything that moved.

And every woman's fantasy was visible for everyone else to see. While some of the fornicating aliens had retained their own natural forms, many had become whatever their particular partner wanted, desired. Many A-list actors were "present," their swooning and twitching fans finally able to have them as they most wanted them. Comedians, actors, sports legends, authors, musicians, local heart throbs - all were thrusting incredibly powerful genitalia at drooling recipients. One unusual woman was even apparently being "outed," her rippling bottom being soundly buggered by a world-renowned female gymnast with a cock King Kong would be proud of!

Despite the amusement of that final sight, Jennifer was rapidly losing control. Zaleeth's firm, penetrating member was driving her mad. At the point where its deliciously hot head was ramming her inner walls, a tingling heat radiated outward to the rest of her body. It was as if her entire body was itching. But unlike the itch between her legs - which only Zaleeth's throbbing penis seemed adequate to scratch - this itch was a mellow one, making the intense pleasure between her straining thighs seem even more intense by contrast. She was literally streaming a miniature babbling brook from between her legs, even though she hadn't yet had the orgasm that was becoming more imminent with each passing second. Her mind was mush. Her lips sought out Zaleeth's face and mouth like a hungry animal that refused to be denied. She thrust herself back against him with all the force she could muster. She screamed and grunted like her squirming counterparts in every corner of her neighborhood.

With one final, explosive scream, Jennifer came, for the second time in less than thirty minutes. She flailed and squirmed in Zaleeth's arms as he again staggered about with her fused to, yet quaking around, his alien cock. Strangely, the itch between her legs seemed to intensify at first, and she attacked his organ with her sex as if to somehow vanquish it, turn its attack back on itself. Then, slowly, after long, long minutes of animalistic thrusting by both of them, Jennifer's expulsion of hot fluids and the friction of penis in love canal finally seemed to satisfy the itch, the craving in her core. By the time she stopped ramming herself against Zaleeth, she was exhausted, sweat dripping from her body almost as freely as her sexual fluids were. Her hair was stringy with sweat. Her muscles were groaning more loudly than when she'd overdone her first workout at the gym. She was spent in every way.

Or so she thought. Without warning, Zaleeth's orgasm rushed into her. Hot liquid seemed to fill every inch of her womb, warming it the way drinking hot chocolate too fast can heat the throat and stomach. That sensation, coupled with Zaleeth's moaning and shuddering in her arms, had Jennifer trembling and gushing all over again. Again her tired thighs squeezed his waist, and her raw lips sought his. Again her itch was slowly washed away by rapidly flowing love juices, and the satisfying friction of unbridled sex. Her screams of pleasure and sweet release were slightly less robust - mostly due to exhaustion - but the pleasure itself was no less intense.

When Zaleeth's orgasm had finally subsided, so did Jennifer's resurgent one. She went limp in his arms, her legs barely able to remain wrapped around him. He had also exhausted himself, and his staggering about was on much more wobbly legs. Nonetheless, he managed to keep her impaled on his penis until he'd staggered over to the bed, upon which he fell heavily, making sure he fell beneath Jennifer to avoid crushing her with his bulk. It was only with great reluctance - on both their parts - that he slowly removed his member from her.

Jennifer was incredulous. With her chest heaving and heart slowly returning to a somewhat normal beat, her brain tried to make sense of what had happened in the past hour or so. But the spasms still wracking her abdomen and thighs, and the satisfied pleasure centers of her brain were not allowing her to think clearly. Her body wanted her to just chill out and relax, and bask in the ecstasy that was radiating throughout every inch of her. So, at first, she did just that.

But, over time, after a bit of rest, Jennifer's need for answers fought its way to the forefront of her consciousness yet again. When she looked at Zaleeth, poised to ask him a million questions, he looked as refreshed and rested as if they'd spent the last hour quietly chatting over tea! He smiled at her and asked, "You received pleasure?"

Jennifer couldn't help but smile. She nodded, watching with awe as he seemed to be regaining strength by the second. He seemed as fresh and strong as when she'd first seen him, while she, on the other hand, was still struggling to recover. Still, she managed a tired smile and said, "Yes, but..."

"Is it required that I thank you again?" he asked, smiling broadly.

Pushing herself to a sitting position next to him, she laughed. "No...I mean...that's not it..."

Not giving her time to finish the thought, Zaleeth said eagerly, "Then, you wish me to give you MORE pleasure?" His eyes were smoldering that intriguing mix of cool colors again, and he was once more exuding that sweet scent. His skin almost glowed its warmth.

"Whoa, stallion," Jennifer said, pushing him back with both hands, "I won't argue you're one hunky stud there, Zaleeth, but I need some answers here. And my friend may still need me...even if she IS drooling all over herself out there. So, let's slow down and get on the same page, okay?"

Zaleeth looked disappointed, his eyes roaming all over Jennifer's still naked body. He sighed, "If that is what you truly want, Jennifer."

"It is," she said unflinchingly, then added softly, "well, for now, anyway." Shaking off thoughts of a most prurient nature, she sat back on the bed and tried to focus on asking questions and getting answers. It wasn't easy. Zaleeth's eyes were still smoldering, his scent lingered in the air like a low-hanging fog, and his warmth seemed to be conducted by the very blankets themselves right up to her receptive flesh . It was all Jennifer could do to keep her mind focused on anything but sex.

"Very well, then, Jennifer, ask your questions. I will do my best to answer." Zaleeth sighed, but he, too, tried to focus on communication.

"Great," Jennifer replied, happy that Zaleeth didn't press the sex issue, because she wasn't sure she could have resisted him for long if he had. "Now, then, I need some answers. You seem like a nice alien, but that doesn't mean anything. So, your answers will go a long way in determining whether or not I call the authorities to kick your butts off our planet. Understood? Hell, I should do that anyway, no matter WHAT you tell me!"

Zaleeth smiled. "I understand, Jennifer of Earth, but...I'm sure they're already on their way. Please, ask your questions quickly? I must be leaving soon. And, if I'm lucky, perhaps you'll come with me?"

A series of shudders racked Jennifer from head to toe...and she wasn't sure whether they were from fear, surprise, sexual desire, or any combination thereof.

"Oh, PLEASE, Zaleeth," Jennifer said shakily, "Get real. Sure, you seem nice - as aliens come, I suppose - but leave Earth to be what, your personal concubine? What, you're going to keep me locked up in some fancy bedroom and waltz in and fuck me whenever you feel like it? Is that what you have in mind for us Earth women? Is that why you're here...to collect sex toys to play with?"

Zaleeth's smile disappeared. His smoldering eyes turned dull, sad. He looked hurt. "As I stated before, Jennifer, neither I, nor any of my comrades, for that matter, would do anything to any female, from Earth OR Phallus Prime, that she did not WANT us to do to, for, or with her. We are bred far better than that."

Jennifer's hand shot up to her mouth, stifling a laugh tinged with anger. "PHALLUS PRIME? THAT'S the name of your home planet? Oh, please say you're joking."

"I do not joke with you, Jennifer. Phallus Prime is the closest translation of our planet's name into your language that my translator can create. As I said, it's commonplace on my planet for Phallusians to engage in sexual activities at the drop of a hat, anytime, anyplace. Our race has always been that way. Perhaps that is the reason our planet was so named. That is just a guess on my part, however. The true reason has been lost over the centuries. But our planet's name does indeed mirror our lust for life and joy for the many diverse forms of lovemaking. I make no apologies for either my planet's name or for my basic nature. We are what we are."

"Well, be that as it may, I have to question your opinion that you don't take women by force because of your oh so high breeding. Have you by any chance taken a good look outside? Every woman in my neighborhood currently has an alien dick rammed somewhere inside her body. It doesn't take much breeding for THAT, my friend! And what's happened to the men? Did you and your buddies zap them with some kind of death ray or something? Are they all dead in a pile somewhere for someone else to clean up after you kidnap all our women? Is THAT your high breeding?"

"Jennifer of Earth, you are lovely, but you do not pay attention. The men are all safe and sound - just, well, immobile for the moment."

"Immobile?" Jennifer eyed him suspiciously.

"Yes. We knew they would be...bothersome...so we have put them all in stasis until our mission here is complete. They are quite unharmed, I assure you. In fact, if you will look again, you will see some of the men in their current immobile - and unharmed - state, all about your neighborhood. In your previous scanning of the activities outside, you seem to have focused on MOVING beings, not stationary ones. Perhaps you need to take another look? And as for the women, yes, they do indeed enjoy the pleasures given them by my fellow Phallusians, but not one of them has been taken by force. Please believe that, for it is the truth. As you have seen, they are all enjoying themselves immensely, and are every one of them experiencing fantasies and pleasures they never thought they could ever take part in. Not one of them has been threatened or coerced into doing anything. No one has been harmed in even the slightest manner, now will they be. It is simply not our way, Jennifer."




They Came From Phallus Prime



Jennifer's brow wrinkled in concentration. She was trying to remember what she saw when she looked outside. All she could remember was seeing friends and neighbors being banged from every angle possible. She didn't remember seeing a single man - from Earth, that is - anywhere in the melee. She moved to the window and looked out as she continued her arguments. "Some of those women are MARRIED, or have significant others," she maintained, "Doesn't that sort of thing mean anything on Phallus? Oh, Christ, I can't believe I'm even calling a planet 'Phallus'." She shook her head unbelievingly from just the thought of that name actually being given to a planet of real living beings.

As she arrived at the window once again, Zaleeth answered her question. "As you have seen, we Phallusians have the power to not only read thoughts, but also to read emotions. We can tell when someone is unhappy, especially with their sex lives. Those Earth women who are happy with their current sexual condition, or even those who are unhappy sexually but are faithful to their mates, are not being pleasured by myself or my comrades, nor will they be. They are in the same state of stasis as are the men, the ones who did not run off, at any rate. They, also, will not be harmed in any way."

Looking out the window, Jennifer now saw the motionless men and women - far more men than women. Some were frozen looking up into the sky and pointing, some frozen in place as they ran toward their cars, some cowering against walls of homes. The local idiot, Justin Martin, she noted with no surprise, was frozen aiming his beloved shotgun at a long gone Phallusian. She grinned a wry grin. Apparently, not many women in her neighborhood were sexually content - If Zaleeth was telling the truth, that is - for many more of them were taking part in alien love than were not.

And then it hit her. Since Zaleeth had helped himself to HER naked body, that meant he looked into HER soul and surmised that she was unhappy with her sex life. Well, she couldn't argue that point. After her divorce from Stephen, sex had become a thing of the past. And even when she was WITH Stephen, sex was nothing to write home about. So, this alien from the sexually named planet had decided to single handedly end her sexless streak. And he was apparently willing to sacrifice gallons of his own semen to do it. Wow...very big of him. Still, despite her mild irritation at having someone invade her brain and come away with the knowledge that she was sexually deprived, a much less irritated part of her quickly calculated the myriad possibilities in her head. 

Then Jennifer looked back at her best friend of over twenty years. The Dr. Clifton impersonator was still not through with her - or was it the other way around? Her humming lips were locked around his huge member and her head was moving like a well-oiled jackhammer on it. Jennifer was surprised her friend didn't get whiplash with her head moving so fast. The Dr. Clifton alien's amulet was glowing brightly and continually, so she could only surmise that he was moaning up a storm, or perhaps verbally encouraging her friend in Dr. Clifton's soft, confident voice.

Two lawns down, Peggy Armstead likewise had her mouth full, though her alien honey was reciprocating nicely. When the wicker lawn bench they were gobbling each other on gave way and splintered into a thousand pieces, the unexpected crash and their subsequent rough landing on the lawn below delayed their hungry mouths naught but a second. They were back at it before the last tumbling sliver of wicker floated to the grass on which they now lay squirming. A dozen feet away, the frozen form of Larry Armstead - who had supposedly paid large sums of money to keep the pregnancies of his secretary and a business associate quiet - looked on. In what appeared to be Peggy's calculated turn at revenge, she'd made certain that her alien horndog did her right in front of hubby's frozen eyeballs. This theory was quickly proven out when Peggy shouted, "Oh, yes, you hot alien stud! Lick me good! Are you watching, Larry, you scumbag?! This is how a REAL man treats a woman! After I come, Gemmon here is gonna fuck me every way possible, just for you to see! Watch closely, and see how it's done, you two-timing prick!" Then, apparently, Jenny found release, as she screamed at the sky, glistening lips wide apart - until her cooperative revenge assistant reinserted his penis between them, that is. After all, coming vigorously into Peggy's vengeful mouth would most certainly help the cause of vengeance!

The oddest scene of all - aside from the earlier penis-toting female gymnast episode - took place on the other side of Claire's house, at the home of Trish Vandermark...on the roof of said home, actually. There, with her arms wrapped around the chimney, her legs straddling the pointed summit of the roof, Trish was gleefully receiving the anal "probing" of her life, from none other than the town's local grocery boy stud, the buff and barely legal Thad Bowington. Thanks to an accommodating extraterrestrial, Trish had finally gotten Thad to deliver more than groceries. Her husband - who had only come out of the closet a month ago and asked his wife if he could have a male friend move in with them - was nowhere to be seen. Still, Jennifer wondered why Trish was being anally invaded on the roof, of all places. At any rate, her deeply plugged derriere was happily jiggling away on high for all the world to see, filled as it was with alien meat.

"Do you believe me now, Jennifer?" Zaleeth asked.

"Maybe," she replied, still fascinated by the rooftop encounter. "Still, why come here? Why not just keep humping your own women? What happened, did you guys just get bored with your own species?" She turned from the window to face him again, arms folded across her chest in a pose of defiance, though her mind was still busy replaying erotic scenes from outside her window. She wanted to continue watching, but she fought off the urge.

"That's a sad story," Zaleeth answered. "For the past ten generations, there has been some kind of genetic aberration at work on our planet. With each subsequent generation, our women have become less and less interested in sex. It's gotten so severe now that only one woman in fifteen even wants to have sex at all. Now, we realize there could be any number of explanations for this that are not genetic in nature, but we investigated them all. When we finally looked for genetic answers, we tested our women thoroughly in that vein. We discovered a definite change in the female genetic code, one which, to this point, cannot be controlled or eradicated through the use of medications. Furthermore, this has affected our females' ability to procreate. Of those women who still desire to have physical relations at all, only thirty-seven percent of them can now conceive. A generation ago that number was fifty-two percent. Each generation seems to be passing on the aberrant genes with higher frequency. So, you see, it's a staggering downward spiral."

As saddened by this disclosure as Jennifer was, she was still somewhat appalled. "So, you're actually here to take women home to be BREEDERS? How dare you!" She was actually disappointed in this seemingly kind and gentle being.

"No, Jennifer," Zaleeth sighed, "that is not entirely true. Yes, we need to recharge our genetic pool. Our race WILL perish if we do not reverse this genetic tragedy and increase our birth rate, but we were at first willing to ride out that curse to its unfortunate end. If such was our fate, we would face it as bravely as we could, and let it take us where it may. But, the lack of sexual activity has had other adverse effects on my race. Everyone is going mad."

"Mad?" Jennifer asked. "I can understand lack of sex making people crazy, but just how mad are we talking here?"

"Both men and women are losing control. The men are frustrated and nearly insane from lack of release. Wars have broken out simply from frustration. It seems silly to you, I'm sure, but we are not the kind of race that can get by with sexually related books and movies and other such erotic entertainment materials. We do not...self stimulate. We NEED to partake of the actual copulatory act - or any form of sex involving an actual partner - regularly, or our hormones get...well...into an overheated state...literally. We actually boil from the inside out. I'm sure you've noticed our warmer body temperature. Imagine your own body temperature increasing ten degrees. While that would most likely kill a human being, it simply drives a Phallusian mad."

Zaleeth paused for a moment, then continued, "And the women are in even worse shape. While they MENTALLY do not desire sexual union, PHYSICALLY their bodies need it as much as the men. Our women are slowly going insane. Surely, you see that the males of Phallus Prime copulating with Earth women won't help our women in and of itself, but right now the men are in a much too agitated state to calmly and clearly work on a solution to the genetic problem. You see? Again, it's a downward spiral. If we can solve one problem, maybe we can then gain enough precious time to solve the others." When he finished, he looked at Jennifer, his eyes showing not only his sincerity, but also deep sadness. If human terms could be applied to Phallusians - and it seemed they could - Jennifer could've sworn Zaleeth was about to shed tears of sorrow...if these aliens even cried at all.

Jennifer took a deep breath, unfolding her arms, relaxing her confrontational stance. "All right, you have several problems that need taking care of. But if all you do is bring Earth women to your planet for sex, how's that going to help your women, other than clearing your men's minds so they can figure things out?" As she spoke, she slowly walked over to her bed and sat beside Zaleeth.

"Sadly, it won't help the current generation of females at all. But, we're hoping that adding new genetics to the mix will improve future generations, at least reverse the current trend. At this rate, we won't last many more generations. Maybe in time we'll be able to solve our main problem and then our current generation of women - or at the very least the next generation - will be fine. But, first, we've got to get our men thinking straight, and stop all the conflicts that have popped up across our planet, that are also distracting us from finding solutions. Stealing Earth women is not something we wish to do, but we have very few options open to us." 

"And you're only taking women who are WILLING to go? Only those who are currently unhappy?" Her tone was softening noticeably with each word.

"Yes," Zaleeth answered, "we take no one against their will. And when they get to our planet, they will be treated like royalty. And why not?..they may very well be the saviors of our people."

"Well, then," Jennifer said softly, "I suppose you big, bad invaders aren't so horrible, after all. But, then, why didn't you just contact our governments and let them know you were coming? Surely, they would've helped you without all this ....drama."

"And tell them what, Jennifer?...that we wanted to take their women for sex? We have watched your planet for decades now, and I am very aware that just such an idea has been the plot of many of your entertainment films and such, and in those films your governments have never taken kindly to such notions."

"Well, you've got a point there." Jennifer had to agree. "But, then, how will you convince enough women to go with you?"

Zaleeth smiled and replied, "Exactly the way we are currently doing so...by showing them the pleasures they will enjoy. And I'm sure others among them are being told exactly what I've told you. Even perhaps just a hundred or so women may be enough, for now, to jump start genetic health and proper procreation on my planet, and possibly stave off the end or my people. Of course, we'll have to monitor the intermingling of genetic material from different species, but, overall, it's a risk we have to take."

As Jennifer mulled that over, Zaleeth's hands slowly reached for her, one laying lightly on her thigh, the other caressing her back and shoulders. Jennifer's eyes closed, and she sighed quietly. The tingling started inside her again, and she began to become aroused, just from his touch.

"I would very much like YOU to return to Phallus Prime with me, Jennifer of Earth. You would be treated better than even royalty is on your very own planet. You would have everything you could ever want. You would be revered by all as a possible savior of our race. And..." he began rubbing both her shoulders and lightly kissing the back of her neck, "you would never again suffer from lack of sexual gratification. I would personally make very sure of that." He smiled, and almost seemed to blush, adding, "That is, IF you would allow me the honor. You would, of course, have your choice of any man or men on my planet."

Jennifer's mind turned to pudding, and before she knew it Zaleeth was again inside her, lying on the bed behind her with his member thrusting into her as his hands touched her in ways she'd only dreamed of in recent years. With her head turned back to him, they kissed passionately and he proved his point, brought truth to his promises...at least for now. Jennifer burned from within thanks to his massive, heat radiating erection, and his warm flesh seemed to surround and nourish her as his sex scent enveloped her in dreamy pleasure. She couldn't have stopped him from doing anything he pleased to her at that point, even if she'd wanted to. Her mind and body were awash in pleasing sensations and erotic longings, blurring together in a hazy cloud of lust and release, followed by exhaustion, then still more lust and release. It seemed like an unending dream.

An hour later Jennifer awoke on the kitchen floor, having no recollection of how she got there, let alone of having left the bedroom at all. She lay on her back, spread eagle, gasping up to the ceiling. She could barely breathe, but despite the exhaustion she felt incredible. As she blinked up at the ceiling, even her eyelids drained of energy, she thought out loud, "Wow, that must've been some Earth-shattering sex!" And while every inch of her body seemed taxed to its limits, every inch also felt deliciously warm and invigorated.

Zaleeth sat next to her, smiling down at her. Choosing not to respond to her comment, he instead reached down to gently caress her lips with his fingertips. "You must make your decision soon," he said, touching her breasts softly, almost absently. "My friend Thal has informed me that many metallic earth vehicles filled with men bearing arms are nearby, coming in this direction. The gathering of willing Earth women has begun. Apparently, about fifty percent of those women who have been given the opportunity to come with us have accepted. That is good. It will help us much. Please come with me, Jennifer. I will keep you happy in every way I possibly can. I will be any lover you care to dream up. I will fulfill your most erotic fantasies, no matter how unusual. On our planet, all that matters is pleasure. We do not judge each other's tastes and desires. No sex act is considered perverse. Anything consensual is heartily embraced. So anything you wish me to do, I will gladly do. Please say you'll come with me. But, Jennifer, please do so quickly."

Light fingers began stroking Jennifer's belly, and then just above her drenched triangle. The tingling started again, and she looked at Zaleeth as if he were a piece of tasty alien meat. "What if I don't like your planet?" she asked, hesitant to make a decision so final. She sat up, looking him over for the slightest sign of deception, any excuse to refuse his offer. She could find none.

"Then, at the first opportunity, I will return you to your home...though I will be forced to remove your memories of our race and our planet."

Jennifer mulled it over. The sex certainly had been awesome. If she just had more time to consider things, mull over everything that had happened in the last few hours. But, then, something happened that helped her make up her mind.

"Hey, girlfriend!" came a hoarse voice from the direction of the kitchen door, "you coming along for the ride?"

An obviously exhausted Claire stood in the doorway, her naked form silhouetted in the bright sunlight behind her. So tired was she, that she leaned against the door frame as if it was all that was holding her up. But even though 

her face was mostly shadowed, Jennifer could see the ear to ear grin that threatened to swallow her face, and the bright, twinkling, delighted eyes above it. She hadn't seen Claire that happy in more than a dozen years.

Coming up from behind Claire, a second silhouette took form in the doorway, symbolically merging its shape with hers, the two becoming one. Two large, strong hands encircled her waist from behind and started openly caressing her hips and thighs and breasts. Jennifer saw her friend sink back into those mighty arms. She heard her sigh. "Oh, God, Jen, are these guys hot or what?"

"Yeah, literally," Jennifer couldn't resist quipping. Turning toward Claire and Thal, she soon felt another strong pair of hands on her own breasts, fondling them from behind. She felt weak, woozy. She tried to stand, but couldn't. Zaleeth helped her to her feet, then stood behind her, resuming his breast fondling.

"Come home with me, Jennifer. Let me love and please you for the rest of your life. Please come. You will always have the option of returning to Earth if you do not like Phallus Prime."

Feeling like putty in Zaleeth's hands, Jennifer looked at Claire and asked, "Are you sure, Claire? Would we be doing the right thing?" Zaleeth's warm hands glided feather-light on her chest, abdomen and upper thighs, up and down, up and down...slowly...making her flesh tingle wherever they made contact. She squirmed in his touch.

"Jen, I'M going. Thal here is one helluva lover, and he's as sweet as they come, too. I haven't had so much satisfying sex in well over a decade now. And he can be anything I want him to be...as I think you already noticed."

Claire blushed, then turned her head back and up to look at Thal. "He's promised later to be Brad Pitt for me. And I've always had this weird fascination for Len Johnson, our channel six weatherman. So maybe I'll have them back to back." She sighed and kissed the bottom of Thal's chin. He chuckled. It sounded odd coming through the translator.

"But, are you SURE..." Jennifer persisted.

"I'm sure, Jen. I'm going. I'd love to have you out there with me, but even if you decide to stay, I'm going. C'mon, Jen, what's here to hold us? Look at these hunks. Pleasure and happiness the rest of our days...AND helping save a race? Jen...what's not to like?"

Two aliens from Phallus Prime were now openly fondling their Earth women, boldly touching them in their most private places. Neither Jennifer nor Claire seemed to care that they were naked in front of each other - and out in the open - nor that they were allowing these seemingly brazen aliens to fondle them at their leisure. 

"Please, Jennifer, I will make you so...." Zaleeth began.

"Okay, OKAY!" Jennifer screamed, grinding her bottom against Zaleeth's growing erection. "I might be crazy, but, okay, I'll go. I'LL GO! God help me, I MUST be crazy! I'm SURE I'm crazy!. I've lost my damn mind! I've gone totally BONKERS!...but...I'll go." She squirmed against Zaleeth one more time. "Oh, yeah, I'll go," she sighed.

"YES!" Claire cried, "Jen and Claire are getting laid on another planet! Wooohooooooo! C'mon, space cowboy, take me to your boudoir! Let's get a move on, before the evil government types try to stop us!" 

Grinning, Thal hoisted Claire up into the air, slinging her over his shoulder, in a replay of how he'd been carting her off much earlier, when Jennifer had first seen her friend's apparent abduction taking place. Claire giggled excitedly, squirming playfully. Holding her with his arm around her bottom, Thal turned and walked off toward his still waiting ship. Claire's upper body hung down over his back, her happily kicking legs pointing the way to his ship. As he carried her off, she arched her back to look at Jennifer and nearly drooled as she yelled back to her, "Look at those buns, will ya!" She pointed down at them and added, "Are those like two juicy steaks or what? Don'tcha wanna just BITE 'em?"




They Came From Phallus Prime



Before she could answer, Jennifer was likewise slung over Zaleeth's shoulder. Taking Claire's cue, she looked down at his buns and agreed with her friend wholeheartedly. Not being able to reach them to bite them, she settled for grabbing one firm cheek in each hand and squeezing them both playfully. As Zaleeth trotted to catch up to his friend, she fondled them greedily and sighed, "God, what a gorgeous ass...and it's all MINE!"

When Zaleeth had caught up to Thal and they walked alongside one another with their "captive" Earth women, Jennifer and Claire found themselves side by side while draped over powerful shoulders. They looked at each other and smiled, huge grins that showed every perfect tooth in their mouths.

"Pinch me, Claire," Jennifer sighed, "I think I'm dreaming again."

"Oh, no, not this time, girlfriend. This isn't one of your fantasy trysts, hon. Both our alien honeys are real." Then she added, with a sigh of her own, "God, this is gonna be great, Jen. Thal here is one great fuck, I hafta tell ya."

She pinched his ass and giggled like a schoolgirl.

Bouncing along next to her, Jennifer replied, "I know. I saw quite a bit of what he can do. You're more of a slut than I gave you credit for, Claire. And I knew you might have a thing for Dr. Clifton, but...Charles Bronson? Where did THAT come from?"

"Oh, well...I've always kinda had a fondness for rugged men with big guns. So sue me." She laughed. "So, I know YOU like ol' doc Clifton, too, so why not have your alien be the doc later. Might really heat you up, y'know."

Jennifer laughed. "I just might. But I kinda like Zaleeth the way he is. Although," she thought about it again, "a little variation from time to time might not be so bad." Bouncing along draped over their new lovers' shoulders, the two women again giggled like eight year olds, and high-fived each other enthusiastically.

Just then, they heard a hiss, and both women were lowered to the ground by their men. "Our ship," Zaleeth said, pointing at the shiny cylinder Claire and Thal had spent an entire mid-morning fornicating upon. One side of it had seemingly disappeared, and a ramp had lowered to the roadway. The ramp was covered along its entire length with a plush, red carpet. 

"Your royal treatment begins right now," Thal said to Claire, indicating with his hand that she should enter the ship.

As Claire grinned like a loon all the way up that carpeted ramp, Jennifer turned to Zaleeth. "OUR ship, Zaleeth?" she asked, cocking her head to one side.

"Yes, Jennifer, Thal and I are very good friends. We co-own this spaceship. We came here together. Will that be a problem?"

Jennifer looked inside the ship. Behind what appeared to be a control room or cockpit of some sort, there was what one might call a "playroom." Thal and Claire were already engaged in "play." Her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was on top of her, sucking her nipples and grunting as he thrust into her with grinning abandon.

"No," Jennifer said with a laugh, "I suppose it won't be a problem. After what I've seen today, I think shyness has become pretty much a thing of the past."

"Besides," Zaleeth grinned, fondling Jennifer's bottom as he followed her up the ramp, "you have to learn OUR ways now. On Phallus Prime, sex is engaged in anywhere, anytime...even in the workplace. It is against our law to stop anyone from committing any kind of sex act any time they please...with a consenting partner, of course. So, you'll have to get used to seeing sex around you every single day."

"And I suppose I'll have to get used to ENGAGING in it openly, anytime, anyplace, too, huh?" She winked at him.

"Most assuredly," he replied, "for I have every intention of making love to you wherever, whenever, and as often as possible." Zaleeth tried to return her wink, with humorous results. But, Jennifer was sure he'd get the hang of it.

No sooner had the door behind them hissed shut and the ramp retracted, than Zaleeth pushed Jennifer down onto their half of the large, fluffy mattress in the "playroom" section of the ship, next to the energetically humping Thal and Claire. "Mmmmmm," he moaned, as he nuzzled his face between her legs, "I've missed this. I'm so very hungry." Jennifer then found out that his tongue ignited a roaring flame inside her just as easily and thoroughly as his enormous cock had.

Whimsically, Jennifer thought to herself, "Hmm...never tasted Earth pussy before, huh?" and smiled. She smiled still more when she added, still only to herself, "But it's good to see it's on your menu anyway."

Looking over at her best friend, Jennifer realized she'd made the right decision. Claire's eyes were once again rolled up in her head and her tongue flopped about limply from her drooling mouth. Thal was pounding her like a prized studhorse, and she was obviously enjoying every second of it. Then her own eyes went glassy as Zaleeth's hot tongue burrowed ever deeper into her churning core. 

Although Claire was beyond any feeling at all - except those nerve endings involved in her scorching sex act with Thal - Jennifer felt a sudden change in pressure. It wasn't just Zaleeth's tongue that took her breath away. Fighting to regain her senses, she looked out the window at the front of the cockpit area, and saw her small, quiet town of Branton becoming tinier and tinier as the ship pulled away from what used to be her home planet. 

"Wait," Jennifer gasped, breathlessly trying to focus, "who's flying the ship while we all get our rocks off?"

Zaleeth was too busy with his tongue several inches inside her to reply, so Thal helped his friend out. But his own energy was being taxed at the moment, too, so he gasped his reply as succinctly as he could. "Auto....pilot." was all he said, clenching his teeth immediately thereafter as he worked feverishly to tickle Claire's tonsils with his fat, alien penis.

"Oh...okay....good." Jennifer also had difficulty speaking, gasping out her words and fighting not to swallow her own tongue. That breathless response from Thal had eased her mind somewhat. But, just then, Zaleeth's awesome tongue hit a particularly wonderful spot, and she shivered from head to toe. Whatever else she might have been planning to say became trapped in her throat. Because that was when Jennifer learned that men from Phallus Prime can suck a clitoris and lick several inches deep inside a woman's opening at the same time. Nice trick...and quite the revelation, that. The implications simply rocked her world. Within minutes of this discovery, she was squealing like a little girl and preparing for liftoff of a totally different kind.

And from that point on, a totally brain dead Jennifer didn't give a rat's hairy ass WHO was piloting the ship!

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"They Came From Phallus Prime" copyright Bacomicfan/Mike, 2005.