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Copyright © (1998) JL Abrahamsohn

Please feel free to offer constructive criticism :)

This is a Science Fiction tale which I have been thinking about for some
time. I do not know how many parts there will be to it, yet...

enjoy !

Prologue: Ground Zero, Henan Province, The Peoples’ Republic of China,
Day -1, 17h14

The small asteroid came out of the uncharted reaches of deep space, a probe
hurtling towards an unknown destination. It had begun a trajectory, on what
would become the final leg of its eons-old journey that would, unknowing to
its inhabitants, take it directly onto a collision course with a small
blue-green planet that had not yet existed when it first set out on its
endlessly random traverse of the multiverse after breaking away from a
planet in a distant star-system.

It had been marked as Klein-Haldermann 5 by two of the inhabitants of the
blue-green planet who had first sighted it at a place called the Arecibo
observatory in Puerto Rico. Most of the planets inhabitants beyond those
that took an interest in such matters did not know of its existence or its
trajectory. Some did not know because they did not lift their heads beyond
the soporific delights of mass consumer culture and were not inclined to
apply their minds beyond soap operas or basketball. Aside from this small
"elite" the vast bulk of the planet’s inhabitants were too busy trying to
eke out a survival to ever have had the luxury of knowing that there was
such a device as the Arecibo observatory at all.

Even so, it was too small for the scientists there to concern themselves
with. It was certainly not considered capable of causing an "Extinction
Level Event" to the inhabitants of the planet. Therefore no presidents were
woken at 1 am, and no special precautions were taken, even when it entered
the Earth’s atmosphere, sometime late in June 2002.

The loud crack it made as it exited the upper reaches of the earth’s
atmosphere was heard for a radius of  50 Kilometres. The glowing red orb of
what was left of its former self, after it had cleared the abrasive
attrition of the earth’s atmosphere could be clearly seen by the Chinese
peasants tilling the land below, which they had done since the first humans
settled the areas around the Yellow river thousands of years before. They
remarked its passing and predicted to each other that it would  fall
somewhere in Henan Province over the distant horizon.

Ellie-May was jolted out of her chair as the remnant of the asteroid, now
the size of a large basketball struck the ground 500 metres from where she
was seated, involved in the task of pressing stalks of grain in her bible.
The book dropped out of her hand, as she looked in the direction from where
the flat crack had come. The young men, Jiang and Deng were jabbering
excitedly to each other, as they ran towards where the remnant of
Klein-Haldermann 5 had struck earth. The teenage sons of the farmer shouted
to Ellie-May to follow them, in the broken English which she had spent many
hours teaching them to correct, but which now lapsed into the broken pattern
of their excited reaction. She stood up to watch them disappear into the
distance.

Deng Lijun and his brother Jiang reached the smoldering remnant of
Klein-Haldermann 5, out of breathe, and paused for a moment. The remnant of
the asteroid had struck an outcropping of basalt rock and had shattered open
like a cracked nut. The cooling pieces lay scattered like blackened shrapnel
around a shallow crater where the core lay, faintly glowing in the dim light
of a rapidly falling dusk. Jiang, laughing, strolled over to the glowing
rock, casually undoing his fly. A stream of urine issued forth in the dim,
dry, dusk light, and splashed onto the fading ember. A fierce hissing arose
from the rock as the glowing ember faded in the dousing amber stream. Jiang
jumped back as a slight burning sensation passed up his urethra, his piss
curtailed in a swift involuntary shutting off. Deng had moved to join his
brother, but he was startled by his brother’s sudden yelp. He observed that
his brother’s stream had doused the red glow, and the core remained as black
as the shattered shield of its crust. Picking up shards as souvenirs, they
moved in the direction of the clay and mud house on the edge of the hamlet,
which they shared with their family and their missionary guest.

They found Ellie-May standing in front of their house with her careworn
hands on her broad ungainly hips, and a smile of amusement fixed on her
plump features. Brown eyes twinkled at them through horn-rimmed glasses,
while her callused, large white hands rubbed themselves together for warmth
in the cool night air. "Now, what have you boys found ? That sounded like a
pickup had landed next door", she asked, in her soft Savannah drawl. "Miss
Ellie, we have found big rock from the sky", said Jiang excitedly,
proffering her a shard of meteorite. "Now, Jiang" she said in her best
schoolmarmish tone, "we call this here, a meteorite".

She smiled at his puzzled features as she took the shard from him to examine
it, under the glow of the flickering reed torches, fixed in tin sconces to
the walls of the house. "A meteorite", she continued, "is what we call rocks
that fall from the sky".
Continuing the conversation as they entered the low beamed house, they moved
towards the rough table which sat sturdily in the centre of the largest room
in the house. From the corner, heat radiated from a large hearth, upon which
simmered a large cooking pot. The Lijun family began to take their place
around the table as they filtered in through the door. Ellie-May took her
bible, opened it, and read a few passages aloud, before grace was said. As
the visiting missionary, teaching English to the members of the Lijun
household, she was usually given the honour of leading grace at mealtimes.

Jiang retired  early from the dinner table, excusing himself by saying he
felt light-headed. The family soon followed suit, and the usual nighttime
calm descended upon the household as each one fell asleep.

Ellie-May surfaced from a particular heavy sleep, to the sounds of fierce
grunting, squeals and gasping coming from the room across the main hallway.
She lay still for a moment, trying to remember where she was. The fire in
the hearth had died down to an ember, but, strangely, a flickering glow from
the lanterns were coming from the sleeping quarters of the Lijun family on
the opposite side of the darkened hallway. A thin beam of moonlight bathed
the large table where they had eaten dinner ten hours earlier, in a
translucent white illumination. When she remembered, she listened, craning
her neck in the direction from which the sounds were issuing. She now heard
the squealing sound of a young human female. Frowning, she looked at the
luminous hands of the wristwatch around her pudgy wrists, and saw that it
was quarter past three in the morning.

Grasping her zippo she fumbled to re-light the storm lantern next to her
pallet which lay on the firm earth-packed floor. She tried three times
before the wick finally took flame, a small flickering beacon in the
residential dark. With quick swift movements she tied her plain grey hair
into a bun, and quickly drew on her nightgown. Moving as quickly and as
silently as she could for a woman of her middle-aged girth she padded across
the hallway to the room where the Lijun family slept. "I hope I am not
disturbing anyone, is everything alright…", she trilled in an anxious
murmur, before the the sight that met her eyes stopped her dead in her
tracks with shock.

In the centre of the room, on all fours, was the most exquisitely beautiful
Han Chinese woman, Ellie-May had ever seen in her life. Her lithe, willowy
torso glowed in the fluttering light of the storm lantern, which threw its
light over the most perfectly smooth wheat-coloured skin, Ellie May had ever
seen in her life. But that was not what captivated Ellie-May’s attention.
Grasping the nubile beauty’s perfectly rounded taut buttocks, was Lijun Snr,
who was hanging on for dear life, as though he feared that this sensuous
beauty was an apparition which might disappear, before the cock that he was
hammering in and out of what appeared to be her anus, met its final release.

Underneath the swinging rounded conically tipped breasts of the taut young
body above him, was Deng, his hands squeezing convulsively the perfectly
proportional gourds of breast flesh above, as the young maiden pistoned his
rod with her thick sodden channel, the thick rubbery lips of her vulva
curling and contorting against the humid skin of his engorged organ. At Deng
’s head, lay his mother’s pussy, her legs spread wide on either side of her
son’s shoulders, as the long dark hair of the Han beauty spread in a
fan-shape across her lower belly, the young lady’s head dipping to lick his
mother’s chamber of heavenly joy.

Ellie-May stood transfixed, her fingers clutching the storm lantern, as a
heady smell rose from the lustful tableau in front of her eyes. No one
seemed to notice her presence. They were too transfixed on their plundering
of the young nymph’s body, in an athletic rendering of a sexual ode to joy.
The nubile female’s long sinuously thick tongue, snaked out from the oval of
her mouth between her perfectly formed soft lips and neatly bisected the
inflating vulval curtain of Mrs Lijun’s pussy lips, deftly parting them with
neat short back-and-forth strokes, to expose the inner core, into which her
tongue tip then dipped. Her tongue disappeared down Mrs Lijun’s cunny. The
maiden’s teeth seemed to melt into her gums displaced by a hollow tube of
vermilion red flesh which followed the tongue, as a chain follows its
anchor. The vermilion barrel appeared to be made of the same substance as
the "tongue", except here there were no purple veins on the surface, but
rather swirling rows of small rotating nodules, bumps that sensuously
abraded and stimulated the flesh they came into contact with. With a shriek
of undreamt of pleasure, Mrs Lijun’s thighs rose and gripped the young
female’s head convulsively.

This did not appear to disturb the young lady’s steady pumping cadence which
rippled from her pistoning nether regions to the metronomic up-and-down
flowing movement of her delicately rounded shoulders and head. Her lithe
form moved in synchronised waves through the steady motions of  inflicting
steadily rising pleasure on her  partners in this enchanted and frenetic
dance of delight.

Mr Lijun gasped, digging his pelvis into the rotating taut butterballs of
her ass as he came in convulsive bursts deep within her rear vent. This did
not interrupt the steady cadence of her body as her anus seemed to grip the
very base of his cock and pull him forward with her steady motion. In this
instant, Lijun Snr looked like a cowboy on a willowy, voluptuous bronco,
although it was  hard to tell who was riding whom. Beneath her, Deng grunted
as his discharge released itself into her finely-honed form. Her pussy rim
gripping him, in a similar manner to the way her anus gripped his father, as
she lifted his ass and lower torso off the ground with her backward motion.
It was now clear that she was riding them both, as her barreled sleeved
"tongue" continued to drill into Mrs Lijun’s pussy depths. Ellie-May could
see the entire barrel tongue was rotating in a counter-clockwise manner to
the direction of flow of the "strips" of rotating and abrading nodules which
curled around the outer surface of the tongue-barrel.

The pleasure had caused Mrs Lijun to arch her back in a rictus of
exquisitely felt joy, her legs clamped around the head of her lovely
invader, the heels drumming convulsively on the perfectly sleek back of the
young maiden. A puddle of pussy juice was steadily enlarging under her
buttocks, as Mrs Lijun’s head and shoulders lifted off the floor in a
physical exclamation of sublime sensual happiness. Then, Mr Lijun fell
slowly back as the maiden released his organ from her anal maw, cum still
dribbling from the reddened and engorged head, his taut testicles tight
against his pelvis.

The siren continued to clasp Deng’s cock by the base as she continued to
lift and drop his lower torso with each forward and back metronomic cadence.
Ellie-May could see a long vermilion tube with a acorn-like spigot at its
end withdraw from Mr Lijun’s clutching anus, reverse itself, and then plunge
tenderly into Wang’s tight nutbrown aperture. Wang shrieked with delirious
joy and grasped her slender waist even harder where his arms wrapped around
her, to force himself more into her body, as the tube in his bum swelled,
rotated, and flexed itself in long hard strokes against his bloated prostate
gland. This proved too much for his fevered inner flesh and swollen cock and
he discharged whatever remained in his taut seed sacs into the heated body
of his tormenting fornicatrix.

Eventually, Mrs Lijun let go of the maiden’s head and fell back in a deep
slumber, her plundered pussy lips splayed wide open, a liquid shiny gaping
gash, evidence of the lingual bliss that had occurred there. The tube
withdrew from Wang’s butthole as the maiden pulled herself off his still
hard dong, which began to deflate leaving two pearls of glistening
transparent cum on his sweatsoaked belly. Deng began to snore loudly.

The maiden wiped the back of one finely crafted and delicately long fingered
hand across her lower face, soaked by the quim juices of Mrs Lijun and eyed
Ellie-May through soft brown doe-like eyes, set in a perfectly beautiful
rounded face with soft high cheek bones, and a delicate chin. Her slender
neck swiveled as she raised herself to face Ellie-May her soft lips sucking
the quim-essence from her slender fingers.

Ellie-May feeling flush and light-headed surveyed the perfect beauty before
her, from the delicate tracery of her collar bones beneath the flawless skin
down the perfectly smooth plateau of her chest, across the perfectly rounded
upright orbs of her breasts, with their perfectly conical thick rubbery
aureole and nipples, poised at a 45 degree angle at the apex of curving
breast flesh, past her slender waist with its perfectly concave belly, with
just a faint delicate hint of button, to her perfectly proportional tapering
limbs, with their exquisitely made kneecaps and tight rounded
lightly-muscled calves. This creature of unearthly beauty moved across the
room towards Ellie-May where she wrapped her slender, lightly-muscled, yet
voluptuously and tautly proportional arms around her. Ellie-May could see
that a light sheen of an oil-type substance coated the maiden from the tip
of her midnight blue long-haired head to the delicate platform of her
perfectly crafted feet.

Her thighs and lower belly glistened with the thicker mucus of what
Ellie-May took to be the discharged oils of her vaginal glands. Her vulva
was largely prominent, the thick rubbery lips looked as though they had an
industrial-fucking strength not found on an ordinary human female, certainly
not on the delicate vulval tracery of an oriental woman’s vaginal lips.

As she approached Ellie-May the aroma grew stronger until it invaded
Ellie-Mays senses as she stood dumbly in the doorway rooted to the spot
where she had been for the last twenty minutes, her eyes wide,
uncomprehending. "Where is Jiang ?", she muttered, "as the maiden’s
sensuously proportioned arms enfolded her in a loving embrace. "Don’t worry,
Miss Ellie-May", the sensuous apparition whispered in a voice, the gentle
sound of which was akin to the sound of a soft wind rippling across the
water of a smooth lake, "he’s right here". Ellie-May inhaling the warm oily
aroma of the maiden’s body began to feel a slow itch starting in her groin
and a warm flush starting to creep up her body to her heaving chest.






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