Straw scratched my ass. Mouth dry as sandpaper. Head throbbed. Licked cracked lips. Opened one eye. Stared at a cock. Thick, nestled in bush. ‘What the fuck?’
Guy grunted, farted, scratched balls. His dick stirred, stretched, hardened. Mid-30s, messy brown hair, full lips, broad shoulders. Hot, actually.
The Stopover
He blinked. ‘Who are you? Where?’
‘Lucie. You?’
‘David. No clue. Last memory: blue light. Yours?’
‘White.’ No clothes. Huge plexiglas box, 100 sqm, 4m walls. Light everywhere. Drank from trough. Giant hamster wheel nearby.
Pushed glass walls. Ass out, tits bouncing. He ogled, cock rigid. ‘Help!’
‘You’re showing it off.’ Climbed his shoulders. Foot on belly. Pussy smooshed on face. Musky scent. Nearly reached top. Slipped. Fell legs-up, spread wide.
Screamed. Giant furballs loomed: six eyestalks, antennas. ‘They’re awake!’
Voice metallic: ‘No fear. Study you. Breed for two Earth years. Make babies.’
‘Days?’ Hopeful.
‘No, solar orbits.’
Raged. Demanded comforts. Hours later: vacuumed straw, thick carpet, shower, squat toilet, table, chairs, one king-size Ikea bed.
Veggies only. Soy, mushrooms, aphrodisiacs: chocolate, avocados, ginger. Horniness built. Shared bed, pillows barrier. His eternal hard-on. My wet slit.
Weeks blurred. ‘You’re gorgeous, uniform or not.’
‘Beau mec too.’
The Transit
The Depart: Wheel shoved to wall. Climbed out. Dark hall. Found orangutan enclosure. Ulysse, Penelope signed: kidnapped, in love, no alien baby.
David translated. Kissed him. Caught. Net yanked us back.
But first, release. ‘Fuck me.’ Straddled reverse. Gobbed his cock. He lapped pussy, beard tickling clit. Fingers in asses. Exploded: squirt on face, cum down throat.
Slow round two. Tongues deep. Cock throbbed.
Full fuck: legs wrapped waist. Guided thick shaft in. Slow thrust. Filled me. Tender to brutal. Bites, scratches, slams. Came screaming, pulsing.
Aliens watched: ‘They’re mating!’
Dad alien: ‘Dump ’em back. Erase memories. Too breedy.’ Hypno light flashed.
Woke on roadside, panties only. Amnesia.
Months later, TV: orang baby at Peaugres zoo. Drove through night. Parked 4am. Only other car. Him.
‘For the baby?’
‘Yes.’ David. Lucie.
First in line. Entered. Ulysse, Penelope signed frenzy. Memories flooded. Hugged, tongues battled.
Godparents to Telemachus. Jobs: him trainer, me security. Belly swelled.
Hotel reunion: magkey beeped. Elevator hummed. Corridor footsteps. Room: city lights twinkled. King bed waited. Stripped. Fucked all night. Urgent, raw. His cock rammed deep. My nails raked. Multiple orgasms. No tomorrow? Bullshit. This stopover lasted.