THE ALIEN FOURSOME By MANLY BUBBAThis story is a bit _deep_, but I hope I won't need to explain it to any of you. WARNING! THIS STORY IS RATED X. MINORS PRESS "N" NOW! THE ALIEN FOURSOME ================== aka "uh oh! serious-time at the fuck-me corral" (C) 1991 MANLY BUBBA "My heart is somewhere else tonight", said the furry region of Pat's softly glowing penis-shaped Richard Gere Gerbilmaster 2000SX and all-purpose Personality Stripper. The aliens's claws fondly stroked the detached penis as he frenzily explored Frank Zappa's prostrate with all the super-powers he'd never reached orgasm with. "I'm sorry," you sensuously croaked; "I'm not worthy to share this ecstasy," so I stamp out, bursting with sexuality and desire that can't be restrained by the steel-like manacles of iron. "Do me anyway!", you implored, sweating like a black windowless van relaxing in the shadow of the tall rubberized steel cumtrees of this planet. He unleashed his relaxed, limp member which unwound like a pythonoid love-firehose after an amorous week in Hawaii. She lay back on the silk sheets, her sex wet the flowing juices of a nearby electrical cable. "So! You want to PLOOG me baby!!!!" you screamed as you ravished my gaping cephalopodal love-sphincter with the GerbilMaster. The toys FIRST!!!! You caressed them slowly and painfully greasing the dildo for the inevitable Channel swim. "Stop!" I bellowed non-orgasmically, not having attained the necessary level of hormones to be aroused by mere human beings. Call me sick, but I love the feel of moist grass on top of my face while it enjoys the nourishment of my decaying lips. "Why do condoms come in threes, but rubber pantyhose come in on the asteroid so late? And why hasn't anyone taken your cherry yet?", you wheezed, cruel yet corny. With that umbrella, I could've poked you just the way you poked her slender wound, you deserve it! It was time to make you into a mature little slave. Whips, tripods, every utensil of the trade perverted my raging desire to love you. Then, it happened. "Yes! Yes!" "Stop! You can't!" "Yes, TAKE ME HERE IF YOU'RE HALF THE PERSON I WANT YOU TO BE!" It was electric. "But what about the wire over there?" "It hurts SO GOOD!" We moved over onto the floor. The pod bay smelled like fruit, oddly enough; however, Chris didn't mind. I manoovered my tentacles between her steaming, inviting crevice. She squealed and squeezed my tendril into her mouth. You masterbated my organ to conclusion. She fondled your balls and inserted her clitoris within your navel. Sighing and gasping, frenzy thrashing my legs, Roger David Carasso watching through binocs, walked toward me holding a large sack of wet, cut up donkey livers and a condom! "Help me, oh you stud, you black-windowless-van-driving stud, silly boy! Cut out this nonsense. Unleash your throbbing-14-inch-loverod!" Peeling a banana, and placing it between my teeth, I lost my erection and then beat you with the banana peel, while fondling myself. The flowing juices covered his left buttcheek, and the effervescent smell pervaded the whole damn dam, and my left thigh ran for pubic orifice. LAY IT ON fuck me now YES yes YES!!!! Lick my futon NOW roger NOW in the zendo! Her juicy bung hole glistening with hair-styling gel and dipped his prodder into her quivering bowl of Jell-O. "I'm a Republican!" "I've always loved republicans" "Register my vote!!!" "Register THIS, you slick-juice-covered barely-nubile fuck-thing REPUBLICAN PARTY ANIMAL!!!" "The animals will run in fear from us!" Oomph! UNNNGGHH!! "I came," Roger said, "uh, sorry about spilling the dog droppings in your collection of severed penises. But that's just dandy." She invited me with her glistening unsatisfied cuntlips to watch "America's Most Fuckable" and disgusting semi-pervert bestialists invaded our dreams. THE END -- Mail rec.arts.erotica submissions to erotica@telly.on.ca. Most software will automatically mail your postings to that address. |