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Refueling
by Ufpe (ufpe@inorbit.com)
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An alien parasite causes orgasmic havoc. (MF, sci-fi)
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The evening news droned on in the background as I threw
the flimsy paper tray of synthesized nutrition into the
microwave. Punching the timer, I poured another tumbler
of cheap red wine and stumbled back towards the TV when
a blinding flash illuminated the house like it was
midday. A deafening report rattled the windows sending
the cat scurrying under the bed and my glass of wine
into free flight.
At first I thought the world leaders had finally pushed
the big red button, but as several minutes passed and my
heart rate slowly returned to normal, I threw out that
theory, and turned to get more wine. Another blast of
blinding light with an even louder report shook the
apartment and the phone rang.
"WTF was that?" It was Barry my schizoid and slightly
demented neighbor whom I'd known since I moved into the
complex several years back.
"I don't know; probably old lady Daisy breaking wind." I
offered as my pulse continued to pound audibly in my
ears. Daisy was a retired blob of cellulite that lived
below us and was a frequent yet unknowing subject of our
discussion about the trouble with women.
"Damn high fiber diets!" Barry retorted; "Think the
explosion came from the power plant – want to check
it...?" Another flash and the phone went dead. Quickly
reviewing my options, I secured the gas valve and joined
my trembling cat just before the power went out. After
several more earth shaking explosions, an unearthly
silence enveloped the apartment complex like a heavy
fall fog.
The sounds of the muted TV brought me back from to
reality several hours later and I crawled out from under
the box spring to survey the damage. There wasn't any
apparent. The rattled announcer on the TV spoke of an
unusual meteor shower that had peppered the northern
hemisphere sending air transportation and digital
communications into disarray. Most of the asteroids had
exploded close to the earth's surface sending a
bazillion tons of asteroid debris into the atmosphere
while the few that had smashed into the ground left huge
craters and a few casualties. No mention was made of the
number of civilians that shit their underwear.
The wine was still cold, and tomorrow would come too
early as always, so I downed the last remnants from the
bottle with a few gulps and retired to the comforts of
my soft bed. I fondled the soft quivering orbs between
my legs as they throbbed thankfully in my hand. They
were warm to the touch and seemed to quiver with their
fullness.
As most men, I had a particular fondness for my
underused package, but was hesitant to pound my meat
into senselessness as long as the remote possibility of
encountering a sex starved nymphomaniac existed. The cat
slid beside me and purred loudly effectively numbing my
senses into dreamland.
The phone jangled persistently despite the pillow I'd
thrown over my uncovered ear at its first silence
shattering intrusion. Daylight had just begun dribbling
through the shades and my hangover announced its
unwanted presence with resounding effectiveness.
Reasoning the telephone wouldn't answer itself, I
grabbed the receiver that was coated with some kind of
sticky residue undoubtedly left over from a late night
munchies attack.
"This better be important..."
"You still in bed dude – haven't you heard what
happened?" It was Barry going schizoid and I damn near
hung up.
"Enlighten me, oh great god of bull shit."
"Look out your window man, folks doing the nasty all
over the place! Daisy got some young kid pinned and
she's screwing his brains out!"
"Like that's something I want to see first thing in the
morning, dude," A grotesque image of flesh colored
gelatin undulating on a defenseless victim almost
induced a puke attack.
"Really; something came out of them asteroids that turn
women into senseless fornicating machines! I gotta get
me some of that!"
"Come on man – that might not be prudent until we find
out what's going on," I mumbled as I threw back the
sticky sheets sending the cat scurrying. My gonads were
on fire and semen dribbled from my semi-hard member.
"Geez Barry, my dick is leaking!" A loud report erupted
from the earpiece followed by an unearthly scream and
the phone went dead.
Almost immediately, there was a loud knock at the door.
Grabbing the semen saturated sheet from the bed and
wrapping it around my torso, I stumbled to the door and
threw it open. Standing before me was an image of
innocence; a sweet little girl in a tidy uniform with a
prefab cookie box tucked under her arm.
"Wanna buy some cookies, Mister," she mumbled as her
gaze drifted to the tented sheet pointing directly at
her. A high pitched squeak came from somewhere above her
shoulders. With the swiftness and agility of a feline,
she tore the sheet from my waist and threw a NFL worthy
tackle to my knees. As I crashed to the carpet, she
leapt astride my torso, guiding my dribbling dick into
her moist, fuzz covered slit. I bucked my hips in an
effort to throw my rider off, but she used the
opportunity to reposition my inflating organ with her
delicate hands. As my hips crashed down, she impaled
herself fully on my cock as I heard a gasp from the
doorway.
Dressed in a pink fluffy bathrobe, a young MILF shook
off a look of disbelief and leapt towards my head.
Nimbly dropping to her knees on either side of my skull,
she opened her robe and pushed her hairy bush onto my
lips. Grabbing my hair, she rubbed her tasty snatch over
my face, as her boobs burst into the open air and began
to swirl in concentric circles.
The little cock rider squeaked with every downward
thrust of her passion driven hips while I struggled to
find the tasty source of feminine essence with my tongue
in the forest of coarse black curls. Growls of
desperation raised an octave when my probing tongue
finally found her quivering bud longing for a licking.
With a few quick swirls of my tongue, her grip tightened
forcefully on my hair and her eyes squinted shut. I was
drowning and smothering in ecstasy as she serenaded me
with a plethora of orgasmic animal sounds and squirted
her essence across my face.
The squeaks over my pelvis increased in intensity as the
tiny nymph riding my hips crossed her threshold
triggering my own mind blowing release. Never have I
encountered such a sweet tasting pussy or such a tight,
cock tugging twat. It felt as if two years of
accumulated semen erupted within two seconds, damn near
blowing the little cookie pusher through the roof.
My two assailants' slowly regained stasis, rose to their
feet and hugged each other briefly before wordlessly
gathering their clothing. Obviously self conscious, the
mother and daughter team quickly disappeared into the
mayhem outside, closing the door quietly. I was tempted
to chase them to return the unsold cookies, but
chocolate mint patties are my favorites and would
suffice as a tip. Cradling my abused package, I wandered
towards the shower after securing the front door.
A steamy shower and memories of my recent sex encounter
gradually brought me back to the realization that
something was just plain wrong. Flipping on the tube, I
found snow on every channel except PBS where some white
coat Einstein emulator was rambling scientific jargon
about the potential social disruption from an alien
induced pandemic.
Despite his apparent lack of comprehensible vocabulary,
his assertions substantiated his conclusion of the
asteroids were a precursor to alien invasion. After all,
what better way to disrupt the dominant species than to
wrap their heads around self gratification vice self
preservation?
The phone rang jerking me back to the present. It was
Cindy, my on again off again lover of three years. Cindy
was a great lover and confidant, but as myself, she had
no desire to confine herself to a lifetime commitment
solely with one person.
"Hi sweetie, how are you holding up?"
"I'm outside your door, care to let me in?"
"Depends on your intentions," I asserted.
"Safe haven," was her curt reply. There was a sense of
urgency that collapsed my resistance and I stumbled to
the door in my bathrobe.
She pushed her way past me as soon as I eased open the
door with an elderly gentlemen tucked under her arm.
"Who's your escort," I quipped.
"Some super sized sex maniac was grinding him into the
ground on the patio," she murmured as she stroked his
thinning hair. I helped her hoist the frail figure,
still quivering with post orgasmic spasms, onto the
couch and covered him with my sticky sperm soaked sheet.
I felt his pulse and respiration which seemed OK. Cindy
hugged me in apparent relief and I kissed her lightly in
response.
She turned away and walked to the window to watch the
sexual free for all unfolding throughout the complex.
Soon her hand slid down to the front of her house dress
in search of the moist folds hidden within. I walked
over behind her, and gently massaged her beautiful
breasts, brushing lightly over the dime sized engorged
nipples. She leaned into me and sighed longingly.
"I need you, lover," she whispered.
Turning her to face me, I laid a soulful lip lock on
her, before slipping to my knees and pulling the hem of
her housedress over my head. Her trimmed glistening
pussy drew me to her, and I dove into the warm delicious
wetness hungrily. Her hands pulled my head towards her
gently as I licked her engorged lips noisily. Far more
quickly than I'm accustomed, Cindy groaned and sprayed
my face with her warm orgasmic nectar.
She had always been a prolific squirter but today, she
must have ruptured the main. Her knees locked and her
hands forced me deeper into her swollen lips as she rode
her orgasmic crest. I drew a deep breath, savoring the
pungent sweetness of her explosive release.
With several more subhuman groans and boob shaking
spasms, Cindy wavered unsteadily and sank to her knees.
We embraced as two long lost lovers for a small eternity
momentarily transported to our own peaceful universe.
Finally, we broke our embrace and rose to our feet still
holding hands. She released her gentle grip and reached
for my willy with her eyes still locked on mine
"Not now sweetie, I got a headache," I murmured as I
pulled away from her.
She bit her lip as she pondered my first ever rejection.
"It's not you, Cindy – I was just screwed by a girl
scout and her mom.
"Are you alright?"
"A little sore and intimidated I guess."
"Let me see," she said as she pulled open my robe and
gently grabbed my throbbing organ. "Gawd, it looks like
you met the business end of a meat grinder!"
"It burns a little but I got some cookies out of it;" I
gestured to the prefab cookie box.
She kissed the tip gently and parted her lips to take
the reluctantly inflating organ completely into the
delicious warmth of her mouth. Using her swirling tongue
exquisitely, she coaxed renewed life and desire into my
shaken libido. Easing her on to the floor, I raised her
dress and slid into the familiar warmth of her essence.
She cooed encouragingly as I slipped into my normal
rhythm, bringing my hands up to the firm clothed mounds
I adored. Almost immediately she closed her eyes and
threw her arms around my shoulders, bucking her hips
forcefully in synch with my own.
Unexpectedly, her pussy muscles clamped unmercifully
tight on the base of my meat as she released the
familiar long guttural moan indicative of her impending
orgasm. Squeezing the air from me, she sprayed my pubis
like a firehouse and raised her hips into an almost
inhuman arch.
Her entire body quivered like she was plugged into a
light socket before she collapsed under me. As her
clenched muscles slowly released my choked organ, she
scooted down slightly forcing our pubic bones together.
Rhythmically moving her hips in tight circles, she
brought herself to another orgasm almost immediately.
After a few moments, she repeated the same evolution
until, after several more cycles; she collapsed under me
and played dead. I slowly withdrew my overworked organ
from her silky depths and rolled onto my back in
blissful euphoria. And yet, despite the best sex of my
life, the feeling of foreboding returned.
I heard the doorknob rattling, then the strained voice
of Barry begging me to open the door. Reluctantly, I
rose and twisted the lock open. Barry burst in with a
young nymph clutching his leg and a wild look on his
face. His clothes were tattered and his purple abused
cock was flopping mindlessly out from a hole torn in the
front of his trousers. Cindy stirred slowly, pushing the
hem of her dress down over her knees and propping
herself up on her arms.
"Dude, it's unbelievable out there! I've poked more
pussy. . ."
"Please Barry, that's more than I really need to know
right now. What did you drag in?"
Barry looked down at the trembling form at his feet. "It
was her first time... hey you got some cookies!"
I nodded knowingly and waved towards the box. "Help
yourself."
"You know you got a corpse on your couch?"
"He's the remnants of a young kid Daisy did in, I
think," I offered still recovering from Cindy's induced
euphoria and Barry's unwelcomed intrusion.
"Hi Barry – who is your escort," Cindy queried; "Toss me
a pack of cookies, would you?"
"Sure," Barry muttered tossing the cookies to Cindy,
"She sort of followed me home."
"Might be appropriate to take her back where you found
her," I offered.
"Yeah," Barry groaned and slowly made his way to the
door with the tattered nymph following right behind. As
he opened the door, a group of geriatric graduates
forced their way in. Cindy and Barry shrieked
simultaneously as I dashed to the bedroom and slammed
the door. Before I could turn the lock, somebody's
granny forced her way in and jumped on to my chest
sending us both crashing to the plush carpet. She
fumbled with the front of her robe while grinding her
pubis against mine.
Despite the surreal scenario, I didn't contest her
intrusion into my bathrobe as, with nimble
ministrations, she massaged my launch platform
passionately into full readiness. Apparently pleased
with her experienced handiwork, she slowly crawled up my
thighs and straddled me with a groan; positioning my
purplish head into her sparsely covered gray lair.
Penetration into the dry orifice was akin to screwing
steel wool, yet her enthusiasm was more than sufficient
to compensate for my discomfort.
I closed my eyes and visualized a porno nympho while she
rode my overused member like a schoolgirl in heat. All
too soon the burning sensation deep within my groin
became unstoppable, and I pumped my creamy essence
forcefully into her welcoming pussy. She shrieked like
the wicked witch of the north as her muscles clamped
surprisingly tight on my spurting invader. Gasping and
sputtering through her orgasm, her body jerked
spasmodically for several minutes until she fell forward
on
my chest. I held her gently to insure she was still
breathing, before I eased her off me. A puddle of our
combined orgasmic juices drooled from her gaping pussy
onto my thigh as she breathed a gentle sigh. The cat
came out from under the bed and started rubbing my face
and purring. I made a quick mental note to feed it.
Stumbling to my feet, I rearranged my robe and moved
back towards the front room in a daze. Barry was on the
floor with a plumper bouncing unmercifully on his hips
while the little nymph he'd brought in was rubbing her
peach fuzz forcefully on his moustache.
The old man that Cindy had rescued was being orally
serviced on the couch by mousy looking spinster who had
thoughtfully placed her dentures on the end table. Cindy
was bent over the railing on the patio being railed from
behind by a huge black guy with a humongous sausage.
Each gut wrenching thrust brought a low pitched groan
from Cindy and a lower pitched guttural growl from her
meat server. I watched in fascination as the black pole
slid in and out of her, tugging those delicious pussy
lips almost grotesquely with each outward thrust.
Finally, with the bellow of a castrated bull, he erupted
into her womb violently, shaking like a giant oak in an
earthquake. Cindy's eyes flew wide open and she shrieked
like a possessed banshee.
As she climaxed, gallons of jizz were pumped into her
already overstuffed pussy squirting a milky shower
across his torso with each eruption. He slowly withdrew
after his spasms subsided and staggered backwards. Cindy
dumped a huge load of their combined essence onto the
deck and sank to her knees.
I ran over to her and she offered a weak smile as I
wrapped my arms around her trembling body.
"That was great," she offered breathlessly. "You OK?"
"Yeah," I offered, "Satiated and sore as you I suspect."
We hugged and slowly rose to our feet, then turned to
enter a now empty apartment. The TV continued its
monotone babbling in the background and the cat stood by
its plate meowing hungrily. The place was a mess, but
could wait until after we savored some wine. I threw the
soiled sheet behind the couch and plopped down allowing
my robe to open haphazardly. Cindy dropped a can of tuna
in front of the cat before she poured two glasses of
red, red wine. On unsteady knees, she stumbled over to
the couch and set them on the coffee table before she
sat down and snuggled next to me.
"I wonder how long this hyper sex drive will last."
"I could get used to it," I offered, "In fact; I think
we should exploit it further after we finish our bubbly.
She downed the contents with two gulps and asked
"Ready?"
I downed my wine noisily and nodded. Suddenly there was
a booming voice that overshadowed the hushed orgasmic
expletives that were coming from everywhere outside:
"WE OFFER OUR GRATITUDE FOR RECHARGING OUR CRAFT WITH
YOUR ABUNDANT ORGASMIC ENERGIES AND REGRET ANY HARM WE
MAY HAVE INADVERTANTLY CAUSED YOU SPECIES."
We both sat momentarily stunned.
"WTF was that," I queried as the message sank in and I
hit the mute on the remote.
"I'm not sure," Cindy murmured as she reached over and
caressed my battered willy with her fingertips, "But I
think we best keep you pumped up to meet the demand of
our interstellar gas station!"
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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