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Stardust
by Dave (ufpe@hotmail.com)
***
In the wake of an NEO comes a dramatic shift in power
for earth's dominant species. (FFM, nc, rp, cast, sn,
sci-fi)
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As the sun sets over the snow glazed peaks, the red hue
bathes the inside of the cave with a warm glow. The
shadows deepen, and I struggle to my feet for another
bucket of snow to bathe my throbbing gonads in as I lay
by the fire. Within a day or two, I know I will need to
venture to the small market several hours distant to
replenish my now dwindling food supply. For now,
though, all is well and I wonder how many of my other
male companions have survived.
Struggling to my feet, my groans awaken Rascal, my
trusty Labrador companion, and he accompanies me on my
brief trek into the snow covered twilight. Returning
quickly to the warmth of the fire, I gingerly expose my
still tender ball sack and smother it in a handful of
snow, easing the fires within and the inflammation that
has stubbornly refused to subside. My sighs encourage
Rascal to join me by the sleeping bag and we settle in
for the night.
My thoughts wander back in time to the eternity that
has passed in such a few short weeks. I had just
married an adorable waif that I happened to encounter
while stocking shelves at the local department store.
Shy and lovely was she, with a small frame, dark round
eyes that could warm the coldest winter night, and
youthful innocence that concealed her practical wisdom.
Within a few short dates, we had moved into a small
two-bedroom apartment close to work and within walking
distance to most any convenience. A small wedding soon
followed and we began our lives together, with passion-
filled nights and play filled days. Our dreams began to
mutually form, and I wondered how I had survived the
lonely life that I had before.
The world news report had mentioned as a footnote that
a small near earth object would be passing close to
Earth and although a small amount of satellite
interference may be encountered, all of the fragments
would easily dissipate within the upper atmosphere. We
stepped out onto the balcony, with her head resting
against my chest and we watched the brief flashes of
the NEO's as their timeless life flickered out against
the darkness of the moonless sky.
The lights suddenly flickered off and the surrounding
city was darkened for a few seconds, before the power
was restored, and we returned to the comfort of our
second-hand couch to enjoy each other once again. Far
above us the tiny molecules began their gradual
descent, covering an unsuspecting world with a hormone
altering mist that would forever alter the foundations
of humanity.
In the first hours of the new day, I awoke to the
haunting, lust –filled gaze of my beloved. Without a
word she tore the covers from us, and ripped my
underwear from my torso in a wild frenzy. She dove,
face first onto my flaccid member and began sucking and
gnawing in wild abandon unlike I'd ever experienced
before.
As I began to rise to her administrations she quickly
straddled me and forcefully pushed my glans past the
tight sopping entrance of her vagina into the warmth
within. Riding me in wild abandon with her head thrown
back and her tiny hand clinging almost painfully to my
chest, she shuddered with her first orgasm. There was a
shiny sheen to her soft olive skin as she rode out the
orgasm and her brown beautiful hair seemed to tremble
with her ecstasy.
With nary a pause, she pummeled my torso again, rocking
back and forth on my now hard manhood, as her nipples
jutted proudly into the cool night air. The muscles
surrounding her vagina tightened with a second, then a
third orgasm, each seeming to build in intensity until
she became a trembling, thrusting mass of femininity,
shuddering almost continually in orgasmic bliss.
So erotic was her countenance that I could no longer
hold the passion that so quickly grew within, and I
released into her warmth with a back bending thrust and
growl, that sent Rascal cowering and sent her over the
edge once again. Her vagina went into overtime,
rippling continually down the length of my shaft and
milking everything I could offer into her hungry womb.
She cooed erotically and then resumed her attack,
thrusting her hips unmercifully, with her eyes rolled
into her head, and a small stream of drool escaping
from the corner of her full lips. Another orgasm
erupted throughout her frame while her torso continued
to assault my softening member. Our pubic hair had
become painfully abrasive and the skin above my pubic
bone bruised to where pleasure became pain. Unable to
endure any longer, I rolled quickly from beneath her
trembling form and ran to the comfort of the bathroom
for damage assessment.
Before I could close the door, as some form of rabid
animal, she was upon me again knocking me on my butt
into the tub. With a painful thud, I landed, as she
wrapped her legs around me and fumbled for the sticky
lifeless flesh between my legs. Just outside the
apartment I heard a male screaming, further
intensifying my growing anxiety, and I struggled to
free myself from the slippery form that once again
trembled in orgasm above me. Although she was locked in
an orgasmic death grip, I was able to over power her
and fled, grabbing the large bath towel as I bolted
from the apartment. My eyes locked on to the scene
immediately in front of me.
Our neighbors, whom my wife and I had affectionately
coined the lesbian sisters, had pinned the old man from
down the hall to the floor, one rubbing her genitals on
his face savagely, as the other tried to coax life into
his wrinkled member. Suffering from acute asthma, I can
still hear him gasping for air amid their mindless
assault; his wheelchair on his side blocking the only
route of escape. Summoning what little athletic skill I
possessed, I vaulted over the gruesome scene knowing
that any attempt at rescue would be fruitless.
Operating in panic mode, I bolted for the parking lot
which was now a cornucopia of writhing bodies filling
the air with the squeals of animal passion and the
scent of sex. I heard the appeals of my wife, as she
screamed my name from our balcony while thrusting her
torso wildly against one of the floral deck chairs we
had just recently purchased For a moment I hesitated,
but I sensed my survivability was in question and ran.
I ran from the nightmare. I kept running, dodging heaps
of copulation, and corpses of spent men. I ran as fast
as I could, with my lungs burning and my bare feet
bleeding. I ran until my legs buckled beneath me and my
adrenalin was spent. As I lay in a field of tall grass,
gasping for air, I tried to reason what could have
happened and why. With my heart beating like a runaway
freight train, I reasoned reasoning was beyond my
understanding, and survival was the priority.
As I struggled to rise from the brief respite two sets
of hands roughly pulled my naked form onto my back, and
a slight framed blond abruptly sat on my chest barring
any chance for escape. Although I could not see beyond
the peach fuzz that had just begun to sprout between
her legs, I could feel the warm tongue of another
lather my genitals feverously, trying to evoke some
hardness into the chafed flesh her warm mouth now fully
enveloped.
I tried to think of anything non-sexual – even
disgusting to delay the inevitable. Puke, backed up
sewers, dirty diapers – nothing seemed effective; and
when a tiny finger forced its way through my anus to
massage my tired prostrate, I could only succumb. As
she guided my abused organ into her warm silky depths,
I resigned my fate to my Creator, and closed my eyes in
anticipation.
Although I have written of the ecstasy my young wife
gave me, her pussy paled in comparison to the sweet
folds that engulfed me as my captor guided me into her
moist depths. As she coaxed my essence from me
fervently, the young girl sitting on my chest was
frigging herself in a wild masturbatory frenzy, until
with a disarming squeal she squirted a long stream of
clear velvety ejaculate on my face and neck. Somehow,
any resistance crumbled upon savoring this delicious
cream, and my hips began to thrust mindlessly in rhythm
to my unseen rapist.
Beneath the orgasmic flesh riding me, I was overcome
with lust and soon felt the all too familiar burning
deep in my torso signaling my impending release.A
series of high pitched squeals came from the girl
riding my hips as she was swept up with her own orgasm
while the girl on my chest scooted up to plant her
tender young pussy on my mouth. My tongue lashed out
against the tiny bud of her arousal, lapping the dew as
quickly as it formed as my seed boiled through my torso
and erupted, somewhat painfully into the unseen pussy
so passionately milking my thoroughly chaffed organ.
I gave a silent scream as the three of us exploded in
simultaneous orgasms. Surprisingly, my last conscious
thought was that I would never see the face of she who
robbed my masculinity as my essence bathed her delicate
internal folds. Darkness enveloped me gratefully.
It was night, cool and crisp when I awoke to the sight
of a million stars and Rascals wet nose. She always had
a way about her, that smart old dog! Somehow, I had
been granted another opportunity to live and I would
not allow it to pass through my penis. Crouching, I
made my way through the field and into a nearby glen. A
small creek of ice cold water was meandering through
the trees giving birth to my survival plan. Bathing in
the crystal clear stream revitalized me and I set out
for the source of the streams origins, undoubtedly high
in the nearby mountains.
For several days, I crept through the available
foliage, moving ever closer to the mountains, while
grabbing the necessities I would require to live
somewhere high on the snow covered peaks. On the second
night, I found a jeep parked in the middle of a bridge.
Ever so cautiously, I approached the vehicle and found
a park ranger sprawled out on the front seat with his
grossly abused genitals exposed and a look of sheer
terror on his face. His final moments must have been
horrible. I carried his body over to the side of the
road and covered it with some small boulders I found
there, and with silent thanks, fired up the jeep and
sped of for the hills with my trusty canine companion.
Occasionally swerving to dodge corpses, and on one
occasion, flooring the jeep to flee from a band of
female maniacs, I made my way up into the back roads of
the mountains and came across a small one room cabin
with a storage shed and a gas pump. Sending Rascal out
first, knowing she would find any signs of life, I hid
on the floor boards. I wasn't content to leave the
locked jeep until darkness fell. The cabin was well
stocked with food, and the bed was more than
accommodating and most importantly, the shower worked.
With great caution I took extraordinary measures to
secure the cabin before finally relaxing. I learned how
goldilocks felt that night as I took a true Hollywood
shower, fixed a great meal for the two of us, and
banked the fire to fight off any night chill before
climbing into perhaps the most comfortable bed I had
ever slept in. Although my mind was trying to process a
multitude of information, my exhaustion was more than a
match and I soon fell into a deep and troubled sleep.
It was early in the morning when Rascals growl awakened
me. One of the two small windows was broken and two
women were already on their way to the bed while yet
another was making her way in. My struggles were brief
and unrewarded as my pants were torn from my torso and
Rascal found refuge under the bed. The first women,
middle aged and somewhat dumpy, threw her legs over
mine and mashed her hairy pussy against my bruised and
beaten genitals; the second dropped down onto my face
and began gyrating her pussy in wild abandon as I
gasped for air. The third crammed her pussy on my foot
and began humping frantically, almost ripping off my
toes in the process. I screamed. I screamed in both
pain and humiliation. I screamed into the maw that was
unceremoniously raping my mouth, giving my assailant a
screaming orgasm, soon followed by her two accomplices.
Almost on cue, the three changed places, and the dumpy
gal was now on my torso, grinding my organ into my
pubic bone in wild abandon. A cute redhead was now on
my mouth, grinding and grunting as her labia swelled
with yet another orgasm. The third was panting by the
bed frigging her pussy so furiously that I could barely
see the color of her finger nails. Unable to respond
with an erection, the girl riding my torso grabbed my
depleted gonads and squeezed tightly. I screamed into
the thatch of red hair and saw stars until everything
went black.
When I awoke my penis was on fire, bleeding and limp,
and my gonads were easily twice their normal size. A
small dabble of blood and semen were dribbling from my
penis pooling on my stomach and the bed beside me as
Rascal sat beside the bed with sadder than sad eyes. It
was a struggle to move, and it was extremely painful to
walk. Gathering whatever I could find, I worked my way
out to the jeep, knowing full well that another female
encounter would surely be my last. Rascal jumped onto
the seat beside me and kept trying to lick my face, as
we left the cabin slowly and continued further into the
hills. I was beginning to doubt there was anywhere safe
now, and was almost delirious from the pains in my
genitals.
The gravel soon gave way to dirt as we passed the tree
line and the snow deepened. Four wheel drive is great
until the snow packs into the undercarriage and the
light vehicle losses its traction. When all attempts to
continue failed, Rascal and I set out on foot, hoping
the abandoned vehicle would remain or future use. I
would have to dig it out later when supplies waned.
With a heavy backpack, snowshoes and a sled filled with
provisions we trudged through towards the peak in the
midday sun.
When the snow gave way beneath our collective weight,
we stumbled into our new temporary home; a small cave
of ice. Unable to continue as the jolt from the brief
fall had traumatized my genitals even further, I lay
quietly as Rascal took station next to me. Don't know
how long I slept, but when I awoke, I was able to clear
my head enough to assess our position and needs.
Firewood was plentiful just down the slope. With a
little effort, I would be able to make our snowy abode
livable and quite comfortable. The crisp air was
marvelous, and with only a few animal tracks about, I
felt safer than anywhere I could think of.
Several days had passed since then and now, I wondered
what remained of society. Were women the new dominant
species with no male counterparts? Were there some male
survivors, maintained purely as "toys?" Or maybe women
had returned to the way they were before the
"stardust." How could I safely find out? What of my
beloved wife? What about my gonads? Long ago I learned
curiosity has its consequences and what is might best
be left to the memory of what was.
Rascal and I would survive; maybe someday return to
find answers. Sleep offers a peaceful realm of fantasy
and reality and it's a safe place to find refuge in. As
the last rays of light faded from the sky, so too did
my wakefulness and an easy peace enveloped me in sleep.
A falling star flared briefly and disappeared over the
horizon.
I awakened to Rascal barking at a helicopter hovering
over head. Before I could struggle to my feet, several
soldiers approached the cave dressed in combat fatigues
with weapons poised.
"You alright," one barked, harshly.
""I think so," I yelled over the sound of the chopper
blades.
"Let's get you checked out," he barked again and
motioned for me inside. Rascal leapt in with me.
Several other men were laying on the floor with
bandages on their crotches and in obvious agony. I
glanced up towards the flight deck and saw a woman
pilot as the chopper lifted of into the clear mountain
air. A member of the aircrew came over with a clipboard
and I gave him my name and vitals.
He explained the CDC had isolated the viral strain that
had emanated from the NEO debris and that a vaccine was
being synthesized to neutralize the effects. Most
females had developed antibodies within 48-hours
although there were still rogue bands that were being
rounded up and placed in isolation until they could be
inoculated. Male casualties were catastrophic – over
70% neutered, and numerous fatalities. The
administrative offices were basically controlled by
women now who would undoubtedly remain in power for at
least a generation if all went as predicted.
We landed at the hospital and were guided into a large
room where medical staff scurried to and fro. A young
nurse gently exposed my genitals and almost reverently
cleaned away the caked blood pausing only when I
winced. Gently cradling my scrotum, her warm gentle
hands explored the wrinkled sac and she smiled.
"You'll be able to keeps these," she said and smiled
warmly. "You're one of the lucky ones."
The man next to me was softly sobbing as I heard the
doctor say he would need a penectomy. Apparently his
assailants had bitten off his gonads in a frenzy to
ingest more sperm, and had torn the underside of his
penis away in the process. I was given a mild sedative
and escorted into a comfortable waiting room where a
big screen TV was showing a family movie and warm
coffee was brewing. A short time lady my teary wife
appeared by my side with Rascal, and after some
instructions from the nursing staff, we were on our way
home. She put me into my own bed and gently exposed my
genitals, kissing them over again amidst profound
apologies and tears.
Despite the trauma of the past few days, the all too
familiar stirrings replaced the dull throbbing that had
been a constant companion since it all began. Her
delicate fingers once again found the sensitive places
that reawakened the reproductive instincts in me. Soon
my battered flesh rose to its full misshapen glory and
as she made gentle circles around my corona, I knew my
release would soon follow. Gently and persistently, she
coaxed new life into my genitals; licking my scrotum
lovingly while lovingly kneading my battered shaft into
ecstasy. Too soon, I felt my seed boiling from their
origins and erupt with a tiny stream that trickled from
my glans onto my torso.
The last cognizant thought I remember was her soft warm
mouth encasing my gonads and a infinitely sharp pain as
she tore them savagely from my torso.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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