("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- Rajah Dodger Copyright (c) 2003. All rights reserved, except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. -------------------------------------------------------- Strange Companion by Rajah Dodger (rajahdodger@gmail.com) *** Lover's sexual interlude turns totally alien. (MFF, sci-fi) *** Elena and Marco lay side by side in the late-summer heat, their bodies bare and glistening both from nature's own humidity and their recent efforts in mutual pleasure. The wind made the lake's waves ripple and their picnic basket sat empty, the various bits of paper wrap and emptied plates as much a testament to sated hunger as their own naked, resting positions. Elena squeezed her lover's cock, softened but still a wonderfully firm weight in her hand, and looked at the sky as her heartbeat came down to normal. "Look at the clouds, Marquito," she cooed. "Aren't they pretty? Why that one looks just like the state of Florida!" Marco tweaked the nearer of Elena's puffy nipples and yawned. "Then Castro must be trying to retake our friends, because that cloud looks like it's coming right down on top of us!" And indeed it was moving down in a most un-cloudlike fashion, until it surrounded the small bower of privacy where the two lovers had come for their time together. Up close, the stuff felt like soap bubbles; they both giggled at the sensation. From somewhere in the middle of the foggy mass, they heard the sound of a door opening. Two shapes loomed indistinctly approaching them, but strangely they felt no fear. Their giddy mood became an all-out fit of laughter as the first of the beings came into clear view. The best description might be one's well-endowed maiden aunt, if she were in the habit of sunbathing nude and walking around wearing only a paisley waist pouch and a pair of cat-eyed sunglasses. Elena's mood darkened slightly as she felt Marco's erection throb at sight of the stranger. The woman, for that was how they had to think of the alien, stood over the two of them. A strange lassitude gripped both Marco and Elena, and they could only lay there as the woman peered at them and softly ran her six-fingered hands over their bodies. With one hand she penetrated Elena, and with the other she impaled Marco, and both hands set up an alien yet intimately familiar rhythm. First Elena, then Marco, cried out in passion as their bodies responded to the stimulation. From the waist pouch, the woman pulled out an uncovered jar and held it to catch Marco's ropy streams, then she drew forth her fingers from inside Elena to carefully wipe their sticky coatings into the same jar. The two lovers stared up sightlessly into the fog, lost in their own separate erotic dreams, as the alien covered the jar and leaned over each one, staring at them through the cat-eyed sunglasses for a time before nodding her head. A few moments later... or could it have been an hour... Elena and Marco lay side by side in the late-summer heat, their bodies bare and glistening both from nature's own humidity and their recent efforts in mutual pleasure. The wind made the lake's waves ripple and their picnic basket sat empty, the various bits of paper wrap and emptied plates as much a testament to sated hunger as their own naked, resting positions. Elena squeezed her lover's cock, finding it not softened from their lovemaking but rather still full, throbbing in her grip, and if anything larger than she remembered it. She rose and straddled him, looking at his instrument of pleasure. "Twice in the afternoon? You do the sweetest things for me, mi corazon!" Somewhere in the sky, a stray cloud moved outward. -=END=- Copyright (c) 2003 Rajah Dodger (rdodger.@hotmail.com) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 63