0 comments/ 21227 views/ 13 favorites My Best Dream/Worst Nightmare By: imhapless The old saying is "be careful what you wish for" is almost always true; so is the adage "no good deed goes unpunished". The story of my relatively recent supernatural events has more twists than an O. Henry classic, like Gift of the Magi, combined with an M. Night Shyamalan thriller, and may prove these old proverbs in spades. A few years ago I bought a small house on a lake in a remote area of British Columbia to use as a summer residence to get away from the hubbub of the city I live in – Chicago. I am semi-retired, and the idea of a few months in relative seclusion was very appealing after working 60-70 hour weeks most of my life. I am a medical illustrator – I have both medical and engineering degrees, and have invented a few small pieces of medical equipment that have made there way into a fair number of operating rooms in North America. A few summers ago I arrived at my house in B. C. in early July; because of her job as an elected representative in Illinois my wife wouldn't be joining me until August. The air was cool, crisp, clear, and invigorating. After a few days I was into a routine of kayaking, fishing, hiking, and fixing up the house, all low stress activities that I loved. I was close to getting serene. About the 5th night I was there, I was treated to a meteor shower, which I could see clearly because there was no air or light pollution. I got out my small refractor telescope, and was much enjoying the "fireworks" display, when I noticed one of the meteors wasn't burning up – it continued long after the others had disappeared. I followed it as best I could, all the way to the earth. To my great surprise a small fireball singed the night air in what appeared to be a short distance from my house. Using my high powered binoculars rather than the telescope, by viewing a dust cloud that had been kicked up by the meteor, I was able to pinpoint the location of the fireball; a clearing about 2 kilometers from my house, in a wilderness area. What an unexpected treat. I vowed to go there early the next morning, excited about the possibility of finding real meteor fragments. At sunrise I wolfed down a breakfast, grabbed a GPS, compass, and other gear I had packed the night before, and hurriedly took off to see my prize. I had no trouble finding the location since I had hiked nearby there many times before, but I had trouble believing what I saw when I got there. A shiny disc-shaped object which tapered evenly from the perimeter to a central thicker portion, uniform about an axis bisecting the disc perimeter. It was probably about 20 feet in diameter. I will admit to trepidation when I saw it – but my curiosity grossly overwhelmed any apprehension I had and I went right up to the object. After walking around it several times I noticed an opening. As either the bravest or stupidest thing that I ever did, I went up to the opening, which seemed to be defined by a partially open hatch. Inside was a humanoid form, not really moving but making sounds similar to a child's whine. I pried the hatch completely open and inspected the condition of the humanoid. While I hadn't actually practiced medicine in about 20 years, I was in doctors' offices and operating rooms all of the time, and was up to date with many areas of medicine since I had to illustrate new medical procedures and equipment on a weekly basis. The humanoid was clearly an alien; he looked to be about 5 feet tall, maybe 95 pounds, with no discernible hair but with a skin-like exterior that was slightly scaly and a brownish-yellow in color, a head only slightly larger than a human head of the same size person, and clothed in what actually fairly closely resembled a fighter pilot's flight suit. I released a restraint on the humanoid and lifted "it" out of the disc-shaped vessel. It was lighter than it looked, maybe only 75 pounds. After I removed it from the craft I went back in and looked around for what might be an alien first aid kit. Finding four containers that could qualify, I picked them all up. Not knowing if I would hurt or kill the humanoid – who was clearly still alive based upon its sounds and slight movements of its head and appendages – if I tried to carry it, I made a primitive sled using tree branches, and a tarp and rope I had with me, and placed the humanoid and the kits on the sled and dragged him to my house. Along the way I was conflicted in what approach I should take. Should I notify the authorities? If I did, would anyone believe me? Would I be taken into custody under Canadian law? How would I know if the humanoid would be treated as a hostile? How could I know that he wasn't in fact hostile? Hundreds of scenarios danced through my brain. I finally decided I would try to bring the humanoid back to health and go from there. When I got back to my house I carried the humanoid to my spare bedroom and placed it on the bed. I opened all of the kits I brought back, and believed I was able to identify one as a medical kit, another as containing food, another likely a communication device, and the fourth a mystery – maybe an environment sampling device. Obviously not understanding the details of the physiology of the humanoid, I was reluctant to try and treat it, but didn't think I had any choice. Its sounds and movements were less frequent and weaker than at the craft, and I certainly didn't want it dying on me. One of the devices in the medical kit looked the most promising – it looked like a needle-less syringe, of the type the fictional Dr. McCoy employed on Star Trek. Determining I had to do something, I placed one end of the device on an exposed area of the alien's skin. Nothing happened. I turned it around and placed the other end on its skin. There was a small pulse of light and a soft noise, and the alien visibly jerked. Within minutes it started to move its limbs, and engage in what I could only believe was regular breathing, no more whines. I brought the food kit into the bedroom, and within 20 minutes of giving the alien the "injection" its eyes opened. It seemed a little startled by me at first, but I talked to it in as calming a tone as I could, and held the food kit in front of me. It selected with its eyes a cylinder in the kit, and I brought the cylinder to its mouth and it removed a piece of the cylinder – I don't want to say it bit it off, because I don't know that is what occurred - and swallowed it. Then its eyes were directed to the medical kit, I held it up, and it directed me to a prism shaped object in the kit. I removed the object and somehow became convinced that it was a type of pill container, easily opened it, and poured most of the contents into the alien's open mouth. The alien then nodded its head and as best I could tell it fell sound asleep. To make an already too long story shorter, within two days I found out that the alien was roughly equivalent to a "male" on Earth, and that he called himself "Sen." At first he communicated with me first through the device I hadn't identified, and toward the end of the second day with what I believed was mental telepathy. By the middle of the second day he was able to stand and walk gingerly, and apparently move his arms in any manner he chose. On the third day I took Sen to his craft for about two hours. He bustled around on the inside, occasionally requiring my assistance for some physical task. By the fourth day it was clear that the alien had it within his power to restore operation of his ship. He left the morning of the fifth day. In the short time I was with the alien I came to understand many things about his species – they refer to themselves as "Primy". The Primy have a value system unlike any culture on Earth that I am aware of, and they also have unbelievable power (including over time, distance, and form) that made it an almost impossible aberration that the craft had ever malfunctioned, or that the alien was injured. They also have no such thing as guile, vagueness, subtlety, or aesthetics. Their entire culture is straightforward, unequivocal, and functional. While they knew much about our species - including having identified the earthly chemicals that result in strength and vitality - they have no real understanding of any aspect of sexuality; sex to them is an entirely sterile endeavor. Here's where the old adages come in – but first things about me. While I am fairly happily married, my entire life I have been easily over stimulated sexually. While many men think about sex most of the time, I think about it 99% of the time, awake or "asleep". I have vivid Technicolor sexual dreams every night. The only way that I have made it through life professionally and socially is that I learned as a child how to "multi-task" in an unusual way; I can be intensely thinking about sex while at the same time actually doing something highly productive, or actually carrying on an unrelated conversation. For example, I can be carrying on an intelligent business conversation with a beautiful female doctor or nurse while at the same time sucking her clitoris in my mind. There are many women I know, some professionally, some friends of my wife or daughter, who likely have no clue whatsoever that I often dream of fucking them senseless, and I have dynamic imaginative scenarios of how I simultaneously keep multiple women orgasmic for weeks on end. The Primy value system could not let my "good deed" go unrewarded. Sen scanned my mind and chose to fulfill my most consistent fantasy/dream – being "marooned" on another planet for a month in comfortable circumstances with three sexy women, with the ability for me to have nine orgasms a day, with each orgasm increasing my strength, intelligence, and artistic ability, and doing the same to the women I fuck. Not being able to clearly discern what three women I would most like to enjoy, Sen decided to collect together at my house in B. C. the ten women I had most consistently fantasized or dreamt about in the last five years, explain the circumstances to them by telepathy, and let me choose before fulfilling my fantasy. He would return the seven rejected ones home, and return me and the three selected ones after a month. As an added bonus, Sen made it so each of the women, as well as myself, would appear the best looking (based upon the taste of the viewer) and sexiest we ever had looked on any day of our life, plus 10% (I don't know what that means, but Sen apparently did). This information was imparted by Sen telepathically to me about an hour before the women arrived at my B. C. house. I pleaded with him not to do it, telling him he did not understand the possible pitfalls and how it could ruin my life, but the Primy are also self-confident and stubborn, and having already chosen the ultimate "reward" for me, nothing would stop him from following through. The initial reception I received from the ten women was not just a nightmare; it was a shitty mega-disaster tribulation that made the trials of Ulysses a fucking cakewalk. They didn't understand how they had been compelled to get there or even how they got there; they didn't understand how they got, or believe, the telepathic information that had been imparted to them; they were beyond pissed that they had been yanked from their jobs, families, vacations, activities, lives and brought to the middle of nowhere; and they were dismayed that I apparently was a pervert who thought about nothing other than fucking. Worse yet, they knew they were in some kind of contest that none understood, that they probably wanted to lose, but that three of them would be forced to "win". Worse yet for me, three of them (June, Grace and Claudia) were good friends of my wife who would definitely tell her at some point in time; two (McKenzie and Madison) were friends of my daughter who would undoubtedly look on me as a dirty old man and certainly tell her; one (Jill) was primarily a social friend of mine that my wife disliked and had always been suspicious, and likely jealous, of; three (Linda, Sue and Carol) were business colleagues or clients who were likely to file harassment complaints, or at least terminate all business relationships with me; and one (I found out her name was Jennifer) was someone who I had met on a two hour plane trip about three years ago and whose name I never remembered because I was too busy looking into or at her sparkling blue eyes, major cleavage, and seemingly ten foot long tanned legs while inanely chatting with her while her husband snoozed on the other side of her. While all the women were beautiful and those I knew were intelligent (I didn't really know about Jennifer), they were vastly different. They were between five feet and six feet tall; from a small A cup to a DDD cup; from 98 to 150 pounds; blond, brunette or redhead; sultry, friendly, girl-next-door, or slutty; athletic, poetic, or artsy; cute, movie star beautiful, or alluring; in fact the only thing they all had in common was a killer ass and thighs (I guess that tells you something about my tastes in women). They complained about the food, they complained about the sleeping arrangements, they complained about the toilet facilities, they complained about the shortage of booze, they complained about the weather, they complained that there was no phone or Internet service, they complained that the lake was too cold, they complained that the kayaks were too tipsy, they complained about everything they could possibly complain about – that is all of them except for Jill. Jill constantly had a smile on her face, went swimming and kayaking, smoked a cigar (without inhaling any smoke), treated me nicely, and organized card games. The only things that seemed to make all of the ten women happy were: 1) I was constantly blushing, embarrassed, humble, and though unsuccessful dying to please; and 2) that when they looked at themselves in the mirror they saw what I saw – how they looked on the best day of their life, PLUS 10%! The latter is the only thing that made it bearable for me. In fact, despite my embarrassment and humiliation, they all looked SOOO good that if it were based upon looks alone I could have just drawn names out of a hat to get my three companions for my upcoming month-long fuck fest. I had never seen any of them look this good – except for Jill. She looked no different, meaning one of two things. Either she was perfect in my eyes to begin with, or she had some "plumbing" upgrades that I would be very happy with. While in his wisdom Sen gave me four days to choose, I had to get out of my embarrassment as soon as possible, and get rid of the ones that I would be rejecting. By the way, not cooperating was not an option. If I didn't choose, Sen would choose them by lot and things would go as he planned anyway. One choice was easy. The second night, about one a.m. as I was sleeping outside in my sleeping bag, Jill crawled in with me, removed her nightshirt (the only clothing she had on) and said "I want to bribe the judge to take me. I want to go with you really badly." With that she passionately kissed me, pulled out my cock – which had been enhanced about an inch in length and circumference - stroked me steel hard in less than a minute, and without any foreplay impaled her already wet tight little cunt on me and started fucking me like crazy. I was right that her enhancements apparently were in her pussy, because she was able to ripple all of the muscles associated with her vagina, which made it feel like I was getting a blowjob, hand job, anal fuck, and tight pussy-fuck, all at the same time. That is the only way I can describe it, because it was unique. The entire time I was sucking or pinching her little nipples (a small amount of sweet liquid came out when I was sucking, maybe another enhancement), or squeezing her firm ass, and she tasted and felt fantastic. Even though her thrusting and squeezing lasted less than ten minutes, unquestionably it was far and away the best fuck of my life. After we cuddled for about five minutes she whispered "Think about a month of doing that three times a day when you're making your decision", gently bit my ear, and snuck back into the house. One decision made, two to go! None of the criteria I was applying seemed to work well in making my decision on the other two. I talked with them individually and asked them if they wanted to go. All declined, except that in Madison's and Jennifer's cases, it was easy to see that the denials were less than sincere. Madison was single, and I got the feeling that Jennifer was not really enthralled with her husband, and they seemed to have the least things going on in their lives. While I was leaning toward choosing Madison and Jennifer, I decided to use Jill as a scout to find out more information. I also told Jill that since she was in, I definitely did not want to select people that she didn't get along with. Jill confirmed that Madison and Jennifer both were torn, that she liked both of them, and that they were the best candidates in her eyes. Jennifer had a falling out with her husband, and both of them – since I was the best I had ever looked PLUS 10% and had demonstrated humility – were sexually attracted to me, and excited about the possibility of having their strength, intelligence, and artistry enhanced. I put a big time rush on both of them, ignoring the other complaining beautiful bitches, and made the decision that they were the other two. Once I communicated my choices to Sen, the seven other women left the house and were gone, and the four of us were told to just go to bed. Not wanting to start out by playing favorites, but needing badly to fuck Jill again, I gave her the spare bedroom for herself and put the other two in the master bedroom and then pretended to go outside to sleep. After a short time I snuck in and crawled in with Jill for three glorious fucks, one a repeat of the sleeping bag experience, one where I pounded her doggy style, and one in a kama sutra position that Jill instructed on. My libido and ability to perform, for all three fucks, were at an all time high! When the four of us woke up the next morning, we were obviously no longer on Earth – unless Earth now had two suns. However, we were in a comfortable bungalow with a green liquid lake right next door. The bungalow had a complete gym; a dance floor with CD player, large speakers, and a hologram generator; an art/music studio; a game room; three bedrooms (one for each woman); a common living area; and a gourmet kitchen stocked with mostly recognizable food (but even that which was not recognizable turned out to be good). After an excellent breakfast that Jennifer prepared, all four of us went exploring the first morning. We found out that the planet was uninhabited by humanoids or large predators, with a beautiful sky and terrain, and weird but enchanting plants. When we returned from the hike and ate a lunch that I prepared, we then set up a rotating schedule of "chores" that each of us would do for each day of the month. Then we got to the real important issue – the sex. I reminded them that I was good for nine orgasms a day, and to be fair it should be three for each of them unless for some reason they passed me on to someone else. By this time, all of us were horny. Their libidos seemed to have been heightened by the expectation and the morning activities, and the three of them demanded a fuck schedule. I told them to work it out and I'd do what I was told (undoubtedly the happiest orders I would ever receive), and went to work out in the gym. As it turned out the three women that I had selected provided an entire range of sexuality. Jill was a brown-eyed brunette, 5 feet tall, 98 pounds, with an A cup at most. Madison was a green-eyed blond, 5' 6", 120 pounds, with an ample C cup. Jennifer was 5' 11", 135 pounds, with auburn hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a DD cup. All had truly perfect asses and legs, were sexy as hell, and growing sexier by the minute. My Best Dream/Worst Nightmare I had been working out for a half hour when Madison came strutting into the gym wearing a pair of tiny exercise shorts, a sleeveless bare midriff top, and bare foot. She sat on a leg-lift bench next to me and said "I want to see if fucking you really makes me stronger. Let's do an initial assessment now." Trying to be as clinical as I could be, I took her around to six major pieces of equipment, and we determined what weight she could do one rep with, and ten reps with, on each piece. As we went from piece to piece, Madison clearly was exposing more of her body, including proving that she had no bra or panties on, and making more body contact with me. Finally, at the 6th station, I couldn't take it any longer and grabbed her ass and planted a lecherous kiss on her. After tonguing each other for two or three minutes, Madison grabbed my crotch and said "Let's fuck on the exercise mat, now." I said "I'm sweaty from working out, shouldn't I shower first?" to which she replied "We'll shower together afterwards, assuming you can still walk after I fuck the shit out of you." Much like Jill two days before, Madison apparently didn't have much use for foreplay. She was like a bitch in heat as she literally ripped my clothes off as she pushed me toward the exercise mat, and when she had me on the mat she ran her hands, feet, and tongue all over my body, bringing them all into contact with my cock at one time or another. Eventually she licked the underside of my dick while I was feverishly trying to finger fuck her. I no sooner had two fingers in her, however, when she swung her cunt over my dick, pushed my dick between my legs, and then slid her body up toward my head. Her cunt was like a leaf vacuum, literally sucking my tool into it in a manner that I had never experienced before, but felt oh so good! Once she had me buried in her pussy Madison grab my shoulders, laid her ample breasts on my chest, and put her feet on either side of me, and slid back and forth on my dick, like an Olympian at the start of a skeleton track. Holy shit, my cock was never handled like that before, and because I was laying on the mat with her weight on me, I couldn't move at all and just laid back and enjoyed it. And boy did I enjoy it. Except for the fucks Jill had given me, it was the best of my life, and what a way to start off my extra-terrestrial month. After fucking me, Madison put one of her tits at my mouth and "made" me suck it as she massaged my shoulder and scratched my head. If she had been a nursing mother, I would have sucked her dry her nipple felt so good. I had it almost raw when she pulled up and said "Now the shower". Her idea of a shower was not to get clean. It was for me to spray more cum into her anxious cunt. The water was barely running before she grabbed my cock, hardened me up again, and then jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and kept on pumping until my dick speared her pussy. I backed her up to the shower stall wall and banged the shit out of her. I probably had 200 thrusts with every ounce of power my hips could generate, each thrust rewarded by a groan, moan, or scream from Madison. When I finally unloaded in her I could tell that it was the largest load for a second fuck I ever had in my life, and my cock was filling her so completely that the cum had nowhere to go, and kept a constant pressure on her vaginal nerve endings until I finally withdrew about two minutes after blasting her. In those two minutes she essentially had a continuous orgasm, first screaming, then loud moaning, and finally whimpering, indicating that she had completely overloaded the pleasure receptors in her brain. I had to support her in the shower after that, wash her off, and after putting my shorts back on, carry her naked back to the living area of the house. When I got to the living area, Jill and Jennifer were practicing dance routines they were going to try in the dance studio that night. They were initially startled and then laughed hysterically when they saw me carrying the comatose naked Madison through the living area into her bedroom. "You fucked that poor girl senseless, you animal" Jennifer cajoled, "I can't wait for my turn, I've never been fucked unconscious before." When I got back to the living area after tucking Madison in, Jill announced she was going to work out, and went into the gym. As soon as the door was closed Jennifer sauntered up to me, seductively ran her right hand over my face, and with a "fuck me" look asked if I really had dreamt about her for three years after just seeing her for two hours on a plane. My response was "You're not someone who is easy to forget," to which she replied "That is amazing, especially since you never even saw these". At that point she removed her top, exposing not only DD breasts, but ones with enormous areola, and the biggest puffy nipples I have ever seen, live or on a computer screen! I mean they were so puffed up and inviting that they essentially put me in a trance where I instinctively reached out and gently massaged them. They were the softest objects I had ever touched in my life; I couldn't stop feeling and staring at them. With my gentle touches on her nipples Jennifer started to softly moan, and her eyes started to narrow. She stepped into contact with me and while staring into my eyes whispered "My tits are almost as sensitive as my cunt; and I'm going to give you an experience you have never had before." With that she jumped into my arms, tongued my ear, and then murmured "Take me to my bed". When we got to Jennifer's room, she instantly removed her shorts, removed mine, and lay back on the bed, giving me a "come here" motion with her index finger while purring "Get that hog up to my mouth stud". I straddled her with my knees next to her shoulders and lowered my dick near her mouth. She sucked me hard within minutes, and then pushed my dick into the valley between her supple mounds. As I gently swayed to and fro, she more vigorously moved in oppositional sync with me, pressing her cushy breasts toward each other with her hands, forming a smooth tunnel in which my tool reciprocated. Every time my cock slit got close to her mouth she stuck her tongue into it. Whenever I could, I would lick one of her puffy nipples. I had gotten only one tit fuck before in my life, but it was nothing like this. The size, softness, and beauty of Jennifer's tits, combined with the passion of the movements of her body and tongue, were matchless. It was only a few minutes of that bliss before I was spurting like a garden hose, laying ribbons of ejaculate all over her flawless tits and face. To my surprise my climax also resulted in one from her – before that moment I didn't know that a woman could climax without vaginal or anal contact. As she screamed and convulsed she let go of her tits and pulled me into her, and passionately kissed my lips. This experience was comparable to Madison fucking me, and second only to Jill's fucks, in my entire life. My God, how could the month possibly be off to a better start? I found out. I fucked Madison once more, and Jennifer twice more, that day, all better than any fuck in my life before three days ago. Jill oddly stayed away from me, and even took a nap. I found out why when I surreptitiously looked at the "Fuck Calendar" the women had made (and I wasn't supposed to see). After dinner I was all Jill's until six the next morning. After a wonderful light dinner prepared by Madison, a card game, and some dancing in the dance studio, Jill snuggled up to me and in a hushed tone said "Carry me to bed, now!" fixing a stare on me that a Cobra might use to stun its prey. I had no choice but to comply. When we got to Jill's room, she put on a soft seductive CD, lit two candles, did a strip tease, and then stripped me to the music. Then she laid me on the bed, we 69nd with her on top, and after I got her to have mild climaxes twice, she mounted me reverse cowgirl. I don't know how she did it, but as she rode me like a rodeo bull she bent over and fondled and sucked my balls, sometimes taking them completely into her tiny mouth, something I would have thought a physical impossibility. Also seemingly impossible were the snugness of her cunt, and her ability to pulse her vaginal muscles at the same time that she was bouncing like on a trampoline and sucking up a storm. By the time that I rocketed my load into her I was only semi-conscious from the sensory glut, but was grateful when my blast caused her to swoon, and collapse in an orgasmic stupor backwards onto me. Once my penis went flaccid, I pulled her more on top of me and with her back on my chest rubbed her nipples, eliciting constant pleasure moans from Jill. Within an hour Jill had rallied, and fucked me twice more that night, each fuck almost a marathon sensory overload session. I probably got only two real hours of sleep; but I couldn't have cared less. I could describe fantastic fuck after fantastic fuck during my extra terrestrial month, until even the most excited reader would tire of it. But I'll summarize the month quickly. We all got 80-100% stronger, 25-30% smarter, and more capable of painting, dancing, or other artistry. We incorporated these enhancements into our love making and fucked body parts and in positions that we would have considered impossible before the month began; including several days where we had communal fucks (that is all four of us were present, and somehow participating in, all nine of my climaxes that day). All four of us were REALLY sorry when the month ended. We came to truly love each other. When we got back after the month, Jennifer divorced her husband and became a professional dancer, Madison enrolled in Harvard graduate school and got two masters degrees at once while convincing my daughter that I was not an ogre and she should still have contact with me, my wife had the divorce papers ready by the time I returned, and as soon as my divorce was final I married Jill and we continued to have unparalleled sex. While my ability to climax nine times a day evaporated as soon as I got back I remained twice as potent as I ever had been in my life before. We know, from Sen's telepathic communications, that our enhanced strength and intelligence will gradually mitigate over the next ten years but we are making maximum use of it while we have it. The four of us get together for vacations at least once every six months during which Jill is willing to relinquish me to Jennifer and Madison for a week. So actually, I was lying when I said "be careful what you wish for" and "no good deed goes unpunished" – at least in my case. While I underwent some temporary embarrassment and pain, and had to change my life when I got back, I had an unprecedented month that I would give up twenty years of life to experience, and became twice as happy, and twice as fulfilled sexually, with Jill than I was with my ex-wife. So really, instead of the two old adages, "be careful what you believe" when I say it.