Jan's Dream
by Joanna Cling
(RX-246)


CHAPTER ONE 

It was a very hot and very sultry-night in the Central Valley of California, 
and beautiful Janet Matson was having a great deal of difficulty getting to 
sleep. She lay in her large bed restlessly tossing and turning atop the 
covers. First she would place her beautiful body in one position, and then 
in another, before rolling over to assume yet another position. 

She had first attempted to go to sleep on her side, but when that proved 
fruitless, she attempted to sleep on her back. When that position also 
proved fruitless, she attempted to sleep on her firm little tummy. However, 
it wasn't long before she was back on her side, and then once more on her 
back, and then yet again on her tummy. 

She would then repeat the process over again! 

It was a vicious cycle. A very vicious cycle. The more the beautiful blonde 
attempted to get to sleep, the more difficulty she had. 

She didn't know what was wrong with her. Usually all she had to do was put 
her pretty head on the fluffy pillow and she would immediately nod off to 
lullaby land. However, not this night. The warmth and the humidity of the 
evening was oppressive. Her lovely curvaceous body just wasn't used to such 
unbearable heat. Little droplets of perspiration had appeared on her 
forehead, her upper lip, beneath her arms, between her breasts, and even in 
that most secretive of places-between her long shapely legs! 

Even her pussy was hot! 

The heat wave was very unusual for interior California. Oh sure, it got up 
to a hundred degrees quite often in the summertime, but it was unusual for 
the humidity to match the temperature. It felt more like Mobile, Alabama 
than Modesto, California. 

After several hours of fitful tossing and turning, Jan decided to turn on 
the overhead light and remain awake. There was no sense in trying to go to 
sleep when sleep wouldn't come. She allowed her eyes a moment to adjust to 
the brightness of her surroundings. She reached over and retrieved a Kleenex 
to wipe the sweat from her brow. Feeling that her cleavage was equally 
moist, she pulled the nightgown away from her gorgeous body and carefully 
wiped her lovely titties a time or two. 

Unable to get any shut-eye due to the oppressive humidity, she decided to 
read a book. She looked on the night table for a magazine or a journal of 
some sort with which to pass the time. However, she quickly determined that 
she had already read everything within the confines of the bedroom. 

"Darn it!" she said aloud, frustrated at the lack reading material. 

Wearing only her nightgown, she got up from the bed and walked out to the 
living room to see if there were any magazines there which she hadn't read. 

The one thing which she wasn't going to read, was her husband's National 
Geographic Magazines. 

As far as she was concerned, they were too juvenile to be taken seriously. 
Her husband, Harold, subscribed to the magazine because he was an instructor 
of geography at the local community college. Actually, he never read the 
articles, he simply looked at the pictures. 

She smirked. Harold wasn't bright enough to read-only to teach geography 
courses at a community college. 

She was astonished that geography was considered a college-level course. 
Before she met Harold she was under the impression that it was relegated to 
the lower grades of elementary school. But apparently, somewhere along the 
line, some dean thought it would make a nice addition to the college 
curriculum. And voila! Another bogus discipline was added to college 
coursework-and the taxpayers were left to foot the bill. 

Harold was currently out of town, on another one of his geography field 
trips. These field trips were ostensibly designed to enlighten students and 
broaden their academic horizons. In actuality, the trips were designed to 
get the worst students on campus-off campus-for a couple of days. After all, 
no one with any brains would major in something as bogus as geography. 

For this particular field trip, Harold was taking his class to Reno, Nevada 
to look at the "cultural ecology" of gambling-or some other such bullshit. 
It didn't matter that most of the time would be spent behind slot machines 
and blackjack tables. What mattered was that the field trip was designated 
as a "scholarly endeavor". 

Jan sighed as she walked around the living room scouring for reading 
material. Everywhere she looked there were National Geographies. On the 
bookshelves, on the coffee tables, on the end tables, even underneath the 
goldfish bowl. She shook her head in bewilderment. She didn't understand why 
Harold kept all of his National Geographies, but he did. 

Jan didn't care how her husband of nearly ten years made a living-only that 
he brought home a lucrative paycheck which kept her residing in a very nice 
house in a very nice neighborhood. He could make his living as a 
transvestite for all she cared. As long as he got paid handsomely, that's 
all that mattered. 

Jan was an attractive woman. A very, very attractive woman. In fact, a great 
many men in town considered her to be ravishing. A few of the homier males 
of the community believed she was the essence of female sexuality itself. 
Curvaceous, voluptuous, scintillating, and dazzling. In other words-quite 
fuckable in every sense of the term. 

She was certainly one of the best-stacked broads in town. There wasn't a man 
who wouldn't turn his head when she passed on the sidewalk. Cocks would rise 
in silent salutation. In fact, it could be said that without exaggeration 
she was responsible for more penises coming to attention at one time than 
any other female in town. Cocks would throb, twitch, and fill with semen at 
the sight of her. Testes worked overtime in her presence. 

Of course, she didn't know that she was responsible for such physical feats. 
She was one of those rare beautiful women who didn't know she was beautiful. 
She didn't know that half the cocks in town wanted to burrow into her. She 
was unaware of the power she had over male hormones. 

Without finding any reading material in the living room, she strolled 
through the house in a dire search for something-anything-to occupy herself 
with. Finally, at a loss where to look, she stepped out onto the back patio. 
She saw that it was a beautiful moonlit night, and the full moon was shining 
down on her lovely landscaped yard. She walked to the edge of the patio, 
stretched her arms high above her head, and arched her back to breathe in 
the refreshing air of the summer evening. 

"Ahhh!" she sighed blissfully. "There's nothing quite like a warm summer's 
eve on the West Coast." 

Unbeknownst to Jan, her neighbor, Bob Collins, was sitting in a lawn chair 
watching her from his patio. When he heard her sigh, he paused in the 
sipping of his beer to gaze at her. 

Seeing his beautiful blonde neighbor was always a treat. But seeing her in a 
clinging sheer nightie, backlit with the lights from the house, was a dream 
come true. He was given a sight of her which he had long yearned for. 

"Holy shit!" he gasped, spilling some of his beer onto his bare chest. 

His eyes bulged from his head as he assessed her. He could see that she had 
the most sensual curves of any woman in the neighborhood. 

Damn! She had the kind of body which would make a young man want to major in 
anatomy, or a married man want to cheat on his wife. She was so sensual that 
she could have given a hard-on to a eunuch, or make a homosexual reconsider 
his sexual orientation. 

Bob smacked his lips at the sight. He would guess that Jan had the best pair 
of tits, the most shapely pair of legs, and the most spectacular derriere of 
any woman living in the county. No one even came close to her-except Betty 
the brunette. 

Just looking at Jan for a few seconds caused his ever-ready penis to fill 
with blood and become as hard as a two-by-four made of oak. It wasn't long 
before it had risen to its fullest extent and was sticking up like a cobra 
on the prowl. 

"Down boy! Down!" Bob whispered, speaking to his cock as if it were an 
entity with ears. His shaft tented the front of his khaki shorts like the 
center mast at a three-ring circus. It obviously smelled pussy and wanted to 
get a good look at what was available. 

In an attempt to rearrange his erection, he carefully reached down and 
fondled himself. Although he was blessed with a big fat penis, it was always 
getting him into trouble. Sometimes he wished that he didn't have twelve 
inches of cock dangling between his legs. Sometimes he wished that it wasn't 
as fat as the blunt end of a baseball bat. After all, with a cock of his 
dimensions, hard-ons were always evident. The secretaries at work always 
knew when he sported one. They would see the pronounced swelling in the 
front of his slacks, smack their lips, wink at him, and smile. 

Of course, he had fucked his fair share of secretaries over the years. 
Blondes, brunettes, redheads-of every skin color under the rainbow. He had 
screwed them all. Tall ones, short ones, even ones which weren't much to 
look at. 

However, he had never wanted to fuck a woman the way he wanted to fuck Jan 
Matson. She was the best-looking broad he had ever laid eyes on. She had it 
all. Full swollen tits, a rounded womanly ass, a pair long tapering legs, 
and a face which was as pretty as that of the prettiest woman's on 
television or in the movies. 

Ever since she had moved in next door, his libido had been near the boiling 
point. The sight of her always caused his ever-ready cock to rise to 
attention like a boot camp soldier getting ready for inspection. His balls 
were always churning in their sack. His entire reproductive system was 
always ready to do its duty. Nothing made him homier than the sight of her 
working in her garden, watering the grass, or simply doing mundane chores. 

She looked gorgeous from every angle. If she were standing, he would feast 
his eyes on the way her full tits hung from her chest. If she were 
squatting, he would savor the sight of her womanly ass pressed against the 
material of her slacks. If she were walking towards him, he would watch the 
way her pussy swayed to and fro. If she were walking away from him, he would 
watch the way her thighs would scissor back and forth with each step. 

Whenever she was in his presence, he was always ready to ejaculate. Tire 
sight of her caused his balls to boil with joyjuice like a percolator making 
coffee. His shaft would assume dimensions which he thought improbable. 
Twelve inches of rugged throbbing, ready-to-fuck, manhood. 

On this particular evening he was watching her with more than his usual 
share of intense interest. Through the lightweight material of her nightgown 
he could discern the beauty of her magnificently swollen breasts, the 
narrowness of her trim little waist, the long length of her spectacular 
tapering legs, and the shape of her lovely womanly ass. 

"Wow! What a body!" he whispered under his breath. 

His cock gave several mighty lurches-apparently in agreement. 

Just once he wished that she would sunbathe in the nude. Just once! That's 
all he hoped for before he kicked the bucket! He would love to see her fully 
stretched out on a beach towel with her shapely torso completely revealed to 
his voyeuristic gaze. He would give her a thousand bucks for a night of 
fucking! He would give her a hundred dollars if she would perform an erotic 
dance. He would give her ten bucks if she would only pet his cock for a 
moment or two. Just a simple touch of her fingers on his shaft would give 
him enough pleasant memories to last a lifetime. 

Alas! He had never offered her any money to perform any of those feats. She 
was much too prim to do anything which might he deemed vulgar. In fact, she 
seldom dressed in anything which might be considered improper. 

She had that damnable Midwestern propriety that came from growing up on a 
small farm in a small town. Church every Sunday, choir practice every 
Wednesday. Hayrides at Vacation Bible School on a country road. To her, that 
was life. Thursday tea with the choirgirls was the social highlight of the 
week. 

Even though she was something of a hayseed, he was actually quite proud to 
have her as a neighbor. She maintained her yard in pristine condition and 
was always smiling her Miss Congeniality smile, as if yard work weren't a 
drudgery at all. She was always full of zip, zest, and energy, and her 
voluptuous body was always in motion, swaying like a sensual cauldron of 
sexuality, beckoning for attention. 

Unfortunately, she always dressed conservatively. He would watch her 
movements day after day, week after week, looking for that tell-tale sign 
that she might finally abandon her bra, or wear something more revealing 
than a mid-length, high-collar dress. 

The only skin that he was guaranteed to see on a regular basis was her face 
and her calves. He had come to understand the frustrations of the Founding 
Fathers in Colonial America. At the time of the Revolution, women even kept 
their ankles under wrap. Fortunately those days were in the past. 

Bob had long wondered what that well-shaped derriere of Jan's would look 
like if it were clad in a pair of tight-fitting short-shorts. He bet that 
she had the most beautiful ass this side of the Panama Canal. As pretty as a 
peach-and the same color too. And her tits were so rounded and gorgeous they 
could stop a freight train! 

He fantasized what she would look like if she were spread-eagled in the 
middle of a large luxuriant bed, petting her pussy and begging for sex. The 
idea of her licking her lips while saying, "Screw choir practice! I want to 
fuck!" caused Bob's all-American hard-on to throb like an all-American 
erection at an all-American Fourth of July picnic. It was ready to blast 
sperm like a rocket. Of course, he always developed an erection when 
watching Jan, but she was especially fetching on this hot, sultry night in 
her clinging nightie. 

At that moment, Jan looked over into Bob's backyard. Luckily for her, she 
didn't see him playing with his hard cock. With her puritanical 
reservations, she might have fainted dead away if she had witnessed his 
right hand casually bobbing up and down. 

She decided to step across the lawn and be friendly. "Oh hi, Bob." 

"Hi Jan," he replied while hurriedly removing his hand from between his 
legs. He decided to leave his pecker alone for a while. He didn't think it 
would be proper etiquette to fondle one's dick in the presence of a lady. 
Ever since the Thomas Hill hearings he had been especially sensitive to 
accusations of sexual harassment. That's why he now only fucked his 
secretaries behind closed doors. 

Nevertheless, just because his hand wasn't in the vicinity of his 
twelve-inch organ, didn't mean that the swelling in his groin had abated. 

Far from it. 

With the proximity of his luscious neighbor, the swelling of his pecker only 
got worse. The entire shaft had lengthened to its maximum extent. The crown 
had now filled completely with blood and was as smooth as a plum. Globules 
of semen were rising from the base of his balls and travelling upward, 
chugging along like a sperm-laden freight train. 

When Jan was standing next to the hedge she asked, "Say, do you have 
anything to read?" 

Bob smiled. He had a lot of things to read, all right. He had literally 
dozens of porno books on the premises, of every possible type. But he had a 
hunch that Jan was too much of a lady to enjoy peter beaters. 

"What kind of book would you like?" 

"Oh anything, really." She breathed deeply and her heavy well-rounded 
breasts swayed as she stood there on the other side of the bushes. She 
didn't have small breasts. Instead, hers looked as if they belonged to a 
prized German milkmaid. Nevertheless, they weren't so large as to appear 
grotesque. They were merely full, nicely uptilted, and quite shapely. 

One of the reasons why they stuck out so spectacularly was because she had 
such a small wasp-like waist-perhaps less than twenty inches around. 
Combining this small waistline measurement with what he guessed to be a 36C 
bra size, and the fact that she stood nearly five feet ten inches tall, it 
was little wonder why every red-blooded American male in town got horny 
watching her. 

Bob watched the rising and falling of her full titties with intense 
interest. He imagined them to have faint blue veins running a circuitous 
course across their surface. Naturally those mammaries would be succulent 
and white, untouched by the rays of the sun. 

At that moment, he fantasized burying his face in her cleavage and licking 
his way all over those lovely slopes, leisurely trailing his tongue along 
one of those faint blue veins. 

"Bob! Do you have anything I can read?" she repeated, wondering why he 
hadn't answered her. 

"I'm thinking! I'm thinking!" he quickly replied, momentarily embarrassed 
that he had forgotten they were engaged in a conversation. 

"Is there any particular book you would like?" he asked. 

"Some fiction. Anything really." 

Aside from explicit fuck books, Bob didn't have too much of a selection to 
choose from. In fact, he never bought a book unless it had a sexual theme. 

It was his sincere belief that sex was the only thing worth living for, and 
thus the reading material he selected reflected that philosophical belief. 
How-ever, he didn't think that Jan Matson would enjoy looking at The Cunt 
Coloring Book, or the Fold-Out Pussy Book, or Cocks and Cunts Together. 

He scratched his chin and asked, "How about some science fiction?" 

She smiled brightly, her perfect teeth shining in the moonlight. "Sure. That 
sounds fine. I haven't read sci-fi since I was a kid." 

Bob didn't tell her that the kind of sci-fi he had on the premises wasn't 
meant for kiddies. He set his beer to the side, got up from the lawn chair, 
and walked into the house. 

A naughty thought popped into his head as he entered the kitchen. He decided 
to select a sci-fi novel which would cause Jan to have lascivious thoughts. 
The kind which would cause her pretty little pussy to palpitate long into 
the night. The kind which would cause her to toss and turn fitfully atop the 
mattress. The kind which she would read with one hand on the binding, and 
the other hand between her thighs-stroking away. 

He giggled. It took him a few minutes to find something which wasn't 
blatantly dirty, but erotic enough to induce hormonal excitement. Once he 
determined that he had selected the perfect book, he returned to the back 
yard and handed it to her. 

Jan looked at it for a second and gasped. "Wow! 

The woman on the front cover isn't wearing any clothes." 

"I know," he replied with a smile. "That's a sign that it's great science 
fiction." 

"Oh?" 

"Sure, the best sci-fi shows beautiful women with the scantiest clothes." 

While Jan spent her time looking at the cover of the book, Bob spent his 
time looking at Jan. He didn't get to see her up close very often because 
she was usually on her way to work, or dashing into the house to fix supper 
for that geek husband of hers, or working in her garden. But tonight was 
different. She was right there in front of him. Had he been so inclined, he 
could have jumped her bones and fucked her brains out. However, he wasn't 
that kind of guy. He liked for a woman to be as ready and willing for sex as 
him. 

From his close proximity he could see that she was one of those women who 
looked even better up close than from a distance. He could see that her skin 
had the healthy robust vibrancy of an athlete. It literally glowed with 
health. 

Also, through the thin material of the nightgown he could see that her 
nipples were as large as silver dollars. He loved large nipples on a woman. 
They were one of his favorite female attributes. They were so distinctly 
womanly. He could stare at large nipples for hours on end. Of course, he 
would rather suck on them for hours. He wondered if her hubby sucked on 
them. He doubted if Harold was man enough to partake in the delightful 
practice of titty-sucking. 

However, Bob was certainly man enough to suck on a woman's tits. He 
regularly sucked on those of his secretaries. He would have a field day 
sucking on Jan's. 

He loved the way her sheer robe hung over her bountiful titties. The garment 
made her look that much more appealing, beautiful, and fuckable. 

His cock gave a naughty lurch at the though of burrowing into the lovely 
body of his shapely neighbor. He wondered what it would be like to make it 
with her doggy style. No doubt, she had never tried anything that risque. 
After all, she looked like a one-hundred percent true-blue 
fuck-in-the-missionary position performer. Undoubtedly she would consider 
any variation on her routine an abomination of scripture. 

Of course, there was nothing wrong with the missionary position-as long as a 
woman put-out-that was the primary concern. Any female could be frigid, as 
long as she knew how to spread her legs when it came time for fun and games 
in the bedroom. Alas, if Jan were frigid, Bob concluded that he could learn 
to live with it. After all, a man had to expect a few shortcomings with a 
woman as physically perfect as Jan. 

Her face was classically beautiful. She could have been a model. Too bad she 
lived out in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere, because if she resided in New 
York City, or Los Angeles, she would be making thousands of dollars per week 
posing for magazine covers. Her high forehead, patrician nose, and alluring 
expressive eyes, all set on a sweet and angelic face, would have pushed her 
into the big time in the modeling business. He secretly hoped that if she 
did choose a modeling career, she would consider making fuck films. Bob 
would pay handsomely to see her being speared by half a dozen large cocks, a 
la Marilyn Chambers during her glory days. 

Incredibly, not a blemish marred her beauty. Not a mole, nor a freckle, nor 
a birthmark. She was so beautiful that she could have been cast as a real 
life Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, or Snow White. 

Bob closed his eyes and dreamed of fucking Snow White. Ah yes! That would be 
nice. Very nice, indeed. 

His fantasies were interrupted when she looked over and said, "I don't know 
if I should read this." 

"It's a good book. Go on and give it a try." 

"Well ... okay." 

Bob was always amused by the fact that she never uttered a swear word. 
"Phoo!", and "Dam!" and "Shucks!" were the worst expletives that ever 
crossed her pretty lips. 

He spent a considerable amount of mental energy trying to guess the color of 
her pubic hair. It was impossible to tell with blondes. Sometimes they had 
hair similar to that on their heads. Sometimes a shade darker; sometimes a 
shade lighter. Occasionally their pussies were brunette or brown, even if 
the hair atop their head was naturally blonde. To Bob, it really didn't 
matter. After all, in his eyes, Jan was the most beautiful female alive. He 
could care less if her pubic hair was green and wrapped in curlers and bobby 
pins. 

She turned around to swat a mosquito. The more that he looked at Jan, the 
homier he became. He could see that material of her nightgown was stretched 
so tightly across her ass that the shape of both buttocks was clearly 
visible. 

What perfect globes! They were pointed right at him and seemed to be sending 
a sensual message which read: Fuck me! Fuck me! Bend me over and fuck me 
now! 

The ache in his balls was so intense that he worried about ejaculating right 
there in his Bermuda shorts while standing up! He longed to jump the hedges, 
rip off her clothes, and screw that Midwestern propriety right out of her 
Iowa soul! For a second he thought about dropping his pants and whipping out 
"Randolph" for a quick release in the bushes. However, it would be just his 
luck for Jan to look over during the most critical moment. 

It was a good thing that he didn't free his cock because she looked back in 
his direction. 

Bob smiled stupidly at her. What a lucky son of a bitch her husband was! he 
thought. That bastard got to plug the most gorgeous piece of ass in this 
city every day, and yet all he did was spend every waking minute reading the 
National Geographic Magazine. What a dip shit! What a dimwit! What an 
nimrod! 

Bob had no respect for Harold. His neighbor seemed like the proverbial Class 
Wimp who somehow wound up with the Prom Queen. The man knew nothing about 
automobiles nor sports, didn't care about socializing over a drink, and was 
the most uncoordinated man Bob had ever seen. The klutz even had trouble 
using a hammer to drive a nail into a wall to hang a picture. 

Bob began fantasizing again. This time he wondered what her full sensual 
lips would look like if they were wrapped around his eight-inch hard-on. 
Mmm! He bet that she could suck like a Hoover vacuum cleaner. He also 
wondered what her pink tongue would look like lapping at his balls. Mmmmm! 
He could just imagine those rosy cheeks sucking on his cock, and those 
pearly white teeth covered with his opaque ejaculate. 

He doubted if she'd ever given a blow job to her hubby because a woman with 
her type of "proper" upbringing would naturally consider fellatio a vile and 
repugnant act equal to infanticide. 

"You don't mind if I borrow this book, do you?" she asked. 

"Go right ahead." 

 "Thanks. I'll return it when I'm done." 

She turned and walked back towards the house. 

He feasted his eyes on the enticing movement of her shapely buttocks 
swinging to and fro beneath the nightie. 

As she walked away, her ass wiggled seductively back and forth-sort of like 
an enticing pendulum, or the arm of a mesmerizing metronome. When she got to 
the patio, Bob reached down, unzipped himself, and grabbed his cock yet 
again. He couldn't look at a gorgeous woman like that without fondling 
Randolph. 

And so, Jan returned to her bedroom. She lay in her bed and adjusted herself 
for comfort. She turned to the front page and began to read the sci-fi 
novel. 

From the first paragraph, she was surprised by how sexy it was. 

"Goodness! They're describing the female character's breasts in incredible 
detail." 

She read on another couple of pages. 

"My word! They're actually describing her vagina!" 

After only a few minutes, Jan felt fairly sexy herself. She could sense that 
her breasts had swollen considerably-that they had become heavier and more 
sensitive. Also, her pelvic region was much more moist than previously. A 
dull ache permeated the entire region. She had to spread her thighs slightly 
in order to get more comfortable. 

Jan had never read such a lewd book in her life. She didn't even know such 
books were legal. 

However, she read on. 

By the time she got to the second chapter she noticed that her nipples were 
standing up like pink thimbles. She also noticed that her breasts felt much 
fuller and more sensitive than normal. 

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself as the female character. 
She wondered what it would be like to be so sexy that novelists wrote books 
about you. Mmmm! I would be wonderful to be wanted by so many men. Mmmmm! 
Truly wonderful. 

She became more and more tired. Slowly but surely, she drifted off to sleep. 

She awoke the next morning feeling extremely sexy. In fact, she doubted if 
she had ever felt so eroticized in her life. She stepped into the shower and 
washed herself. If she had been a naughty girl she would have probably 
rubbed her titties and her pussy much more thoroughly than she had. After 
all, as every naughty girl knows, if a woman rubs her pussy enough a lot of 
wonderful things happen. 

She got dressed and walked out to the back patio. It was a morning ritual 
with her to see how the plants and the yard were doing. 

Something on the distant horizon captured her attention. As she looked at 
the cumulus clouds more closely, she noticed some strange lights beneath the 
base of one. At first, she thought that they belonged to a helicopter, but 
ruled out that possibility because they were moving too rapidly. 
Furthermore, there was no sound of rotor blades slapping the air. She knew 
that lights like that couldn't come from an airplane, because the angle of 
descent was erratic and awkward. 

As the flashing object continued descending, she leaned forward on the 
railing of the patio to get a better look. As first it resembled a blimp, 
yet it was no blimp, then it resembled a cigar, yet it wasn't a cigar. 
Finally, she determined that it was more or less a cylindrical object, 
slightly concave at the base and convex at the top. 

It seemed to draw nearer one second, then away the next. Occasionally it 
passed between the clouds, before returning to circle beneath their base. 
Once it zoomed straight up to a point where it was no longer visible, and 
then it hurtled back down at an alarming rate of speed. At last it 
established a steady course and took dead aim at Jan's house. 

The craft was no longer at a distance. Soon it was hovering right over the 
large oak tree in her back yard! Within seconds, the light became so intense 
that Jan was blinded by the alternating greens, reds, and oranges of the 
object. Even though it was a summer morning, the sun seemed terrible faint 
by comparison. 

Meanwhile, in the other yard, Jan could see that Bob was attempting to rise 
from his lawn chair, but couldn't. Something was horribly wrong. He couldn't 
move a muscle in his body. His arms and legs were useless. The atmospheric 
pressure felt odd and the temperature of the air began to fluctuate wildly. 
One instant he was terrible hot, the next, horribly cold, the next, scalding 
hot. His ears started ringing with melodies that he had long forgotten. 
Songs like "Memphis," 

"Maybelline," and "Johnny B. Goode." His brain was racing at a breakneck 
speed. For a second he thought that he might lose consciousness. 

A deep fear swept over Bob. 

My God! he thought. Could I be having a heart attack? Maybe this is a 
stroke! Oh crap! 

But his mental senses were still intact. Or were they? Even though brilliant 
object was incredibly close, it made no sound whatsoever. For a minute, it 
stood absolutely still. Nothing moved. Not even a mosquito. Bob looked up 
through squinted eyes to see if there were any Air Force or Navy markings on 
the underside of the craft, but he could see any. 

"What the hell is that thing?" he called out to Jan. 

Unfortunately, Jan was as confounded as he was. 

Just then, the rose bush to his left began shaking violently. He turned and 
watched as every petal of every flower on that plant was sucked off as if by 
a Hoover vacuum cleaner. 

"What the shit! Is this a Stealth bomber, or something?" 

While he was staring at the remains of the rose bush, the beer in his bottle 
started bubbling. And then it started fizzing. 

"This is nuts!" he said. 

He attempted to remove it, but couldn't. For some reason it was stuck to his 
hand. The beer started to spill over the lip of the bottle. However, instead 
of running down the sides and onto his lap, it instead started flowing 
upward into thin air in a steady stream. 

He looked up to see where the stream of beer might be going. But he knew the 
answer to that question. It was heading for the brightly-colored flying 
machine. 

When every last drop of the beer was gone, the craft started moving slowly 
toward Sue's yard. It stopped for another minute over the hedges before 
proceeding onward for a few feet. It then positioned itself directly over 
her petunias. Again, it stayed absolutely still. The lights at the base of 
the craft began to change color rapidly. From red, to orange, to yellow, to 
green, to blue, and finally to violet. And then in reverse order from 
violet, to blue, to green, to yellow, and finally to orange. 

"What in the fuck is going on here?" Jim said aloud. "What is that thing? 
Could this be a UFO?" 

That thought scared him tremendously. Not so much because he felt any danger 
from aliens, but because he knew the social stigma of being called a "UFO 
sighter." Hymie, a co-worker down at the truck stop, once spotted a UFO. He 
told his story to the local papers, and they in turn blabbed it to the 
tabloids. For a couple of weeks Hymie's picture was splashed all over the 
front pages of the supermarket tabloids. Far from making him a local 
celebrity, it made him the object of ridicule. Thereafter, whenever anyone 
would see him, they'd snicker. 

The craft started to lower a small rod-like instrument from the base of the 
craft into Jan's backyard. 

"Now what?" Bob asked. 

Jan, shielding her eyes form the blinding light, called out, "Bob! Are you 
playing with fireworks, or what?" 

He was about to answer when suddenly a tremendous flash of orange light 
shone on her. He tried to rise from the lawn chair to see what was 
happening, but was still restrained by some invisible physical force. The 
light became so intense that it became truly unbearable. He couldn't look in 
the direction of the craft, much less leave his eyes open. 

"I sure would like to know what the hell is going on?" he shouted, 
struggling with all of his might to free himself and run for cover. 

The object quickly returned to his yard and once again hovered motionless 
above the oak tree. Suddenly, another flash of intense orange light lit up 
the entire backyard, and a great "whoosh" escaped from the object. 

The next thing Bob knew, he was being transported via a beam of orange light 
into the craft. 

"Oh fuck!" were the last words he uttered. 

And if this experience were not enough, he felt a rush of warm swirling 
below his waist, as if his cock had a fever. His balls throbbed. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

If a door had opened to let Bob in, he didn't remember it. If someone had 
placed him inside the craft, he couldn't recall. Yet the fact remained: he 
had somehow been taken aboard the unidentified flying object and had somehow 
been restrained in a standing position. He could move his head to the left 
or to the right to look around, but his arms and legs remained useless, 
bound in place. 

Even though he was restrained, he felt completely comfortable. There was no 
pain associated with the position. It felt almost as if he were floating in 
a weightless environment. As a matter-of-fact, not a muscle in his body 
ached. Nevertheless, he still wondered about his circumstances. 

"Where in the hell am I?" he said aloud to anyone who might be listening. 
But there was no answer. 

"Hey! Is anybody here?" he called again and waited several minutes for a 
reply. The circular room in which he was held captive appeared completely 
empty, devoid of anything other than a few computer consoles, and millions 
upon millions of microscopic beams of radiant, multi-colored lights. 

Bob had never seen so many lights on at one time and couldn't guess what 
purpose they served. They crisscrossed the room in a dazzling display of 
technological wonder. They originated from thousands of points along the 
wall and on the floor, and were directed in a seemingly random pattern 
throughout the interior of the craft. Some were continuous beams, others 
quick flashers, and still others alternated between quick flashers and 
continuous beamers. To make matters more confusing, they changed colors 
frequently. Apparently they were harmless because thousands of the tiny 
pinpoints were focused on every part of Bob's body. 

For some reason, the interior of the craft seemed enormous. The "ceiling" 
appeared to be a mile or more high. Light beams that shone from the floor 
upward trailed off into the far reaches high above, creating a 
cathedral-like effect. 

"Wow!" said Bob. "This thing didn't look so big from the lawn chair. Hell! I 
thought it was only the size of an Oldsmobile." 

The tiny lights created a marvelous display through the void above. Each 
beam resembled nothing more than a speck of dust floating across the Grand 
Canyon when viewed from the rim of the Kaibab Plateau. Though he was more 
appreciative of pornographic magazines showing the various shapes sizes, and 
colors of the female physique, he had to admit that the light show was 
indeed beautiful. 

"Hey!" he shouted again to anyone who might be within hearing distance. His 
voice trailed off into soundless nothingness without so much as an echo. In 
fact, it seemed as if the words had been absorbed by his surroundings. "Is 
anybody here?" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Anybody! Anybody at 
all." 

A minute passed. He was alone except for billions of tiny little lights. 

Ironically, for all the space above, the distance across the circular room 
was comparatively quite small. Perhaps no more than one hundred feet. 
However, it was difficult to judge because the tens of thousands of 
microscopic beams played tricks with his vision and depth perception. 

It took a long time for his eyes to grow accustomed to his surroundings. At 
first, he worried that his sense of proportion and perspective had been 
altered in some way-perhaps by the blinding light, perhaps by the flickering 
beams, perhaps by something in the beer. 

At last he heard someone call, "Bob! Bob! Are you around here?" 

The voice sounded familiar. He looked in the direction from which he thought 
it came. Through a fog of flickering light he was able to discern a human 
shape suspended next to a console across the room. 

It was Jan! 

"Jan! Jan! Is that you?" he called. She seemed to be a bit groggy, as if 
she'd been drugged. 

"Oh! Thank god!" she cried. "Yes, Bob, it's me. 

I can't move. My arms and legs have been immobilized. I can't tell by what 
though." 

He squinted his eyes and saw that she too had been restrained in a standing 
position by invisible means. She was struggling to free herself from 
whatever held her, but to no avail. 

"I'm over here, Jan," Bob yelled. "I can't move either. I've been trying, 
but I can't budge an inch." 

"What happened?" she asked. 

"I don't know. One minute I was in my lawn chair drinking a cold beer, the 
next minute I'm here." 

"Where are we, Bob?" 

"If I knew the answer to that, I'd be Sherlock Holmes. However, I think 
we're inside that flying object that we saw in our backyard." 

There was a long pause before she said, "I'm scared, Bob. I'm very scared." 

He didn't know how to respond to that statement. He was scared too. 

Suddenly the lights dimmed and three odd-looking characters came into the 
chamber. Just how they entered was a mystery, for Bob had not seen any door 
open nor close. As he focused his eyes, he saw that they were unlike any 
individuals he had ever seen before. They resembled caricatures from 
Egyptian hieroglyphics, with long horse/dog faces, eyes of red fire, and 
hands complete with sharp claws. They wore no clothing, unless one would 
consider black lizard-like skin apparel. 

Bob guessed that they were males, although neither their species-nor their 
sex-was apparent. They had no visible penis, but lacked developed breasts. 
They weren't really repulsive-just strange looking. Far worse creatures were 
depicted in late-night low-budget horror films. In fact, it could be said 
that these beings walked with an almost regal stature. If they had been 
adorned with robes, they might have been guardians of a Pharaoh's tomb. 

One of them walked over and looked at Jan. He had a smoother head than the 
other two, so Bob shouted, "Hey Baldy! Let us out of here." 

Baldy stood very close to Jan and kept looking at her until she asked, "Bob? 
Who are these people? What do they want? Where are we? Oh Bob?" She was 
filled with fear and trepidation. 

"I don't know. " He was wondering the same things as her and was just as 
confused. 

She watched the creature take an instrument from a nearby console. She 
feared that this would be the end-that she would be disemboweled, hung from 
the ceiling, and have her entrails eaten by aliens. But instead, the alien 
simply approached her and began passing the instrument vertically in front 
of her beautiful body. 

"What is he doing?" she asked anxiously. 

"I haven't the slightest idea," Bob replied, curious about what was going 
on. 

After several waves-each just missing the tips of her resplendent 
breasts-the alien looked at the instrument closely. He seemed to be 
interested in the readings he had acquired. Next, he waved it in front of 
her horizontally. When he seemed satisfied with the results of the brief 
examination, he walked to a separate enclosure and began playing with a 
light board. 

"Are you all right?" Bob asked with concern. 

"I think so," she replied. "I didn't feel a thing-except fear. It was much 
easier than getting a blood pressure check." 

To Bob, this demonstration proved that whoever these being were, they were 
obviously intelligent and capable of reasoning. Perhaps he and Jan didn't 
need to worry after all. 

While Baldy walked to a console and played on the light board, another 
creature strode across the room towards Bob. This fellow resembled the other 
except for a reddish plume-like appendage which grew from his horse/dog 
head. It looked utterly disgusting-sort of like the comb on the head of a 
rooster. 

Bob was very glad the alien didn't have an odor about him. He didn't like 
anyone who smelled-whether it be man or beast. Actually, the creature 
smelled rather pleasant. Not unlike peppermint or spearmint. 

"Who are you?" Bob asked. "What do you want with us?" 

The red eyes of the alien stared directly into his, but there was no 
response. The intensity of his stare was quite amazing. The eyes were not 
hypnotic, as Bob had feared from watching too many science fiction flicks. 
They were simply a solid dull red-very similar to a stain that one would use 
as a finish for a patio deck. 

"I asked you a question, Red!" Bob said more forcefully. "What do you want 
with us?" 

The alien took a step closer and felt Bob's neck. Apparently he had seen the 
vocal chords move and was studying them. 

"Let me go!" Bob demanded. "Pm not some lab rat in the zoo!" 

Red's eyes continued to stare without any evidence of registering the 
request. 

"Let me go, asshole!" Bob shouted. 

The creature turned away and began chatting in some high-pitched gibberish 
to another creature, who had remained standing nearby, seemingly unconcerned 
with the matters at hand. This creature's plume was purple and it stood 
higher than that of Red's. Obviously, the color denoted some type of 
authority because the other creatures seemed to be catering to him. 

"Damn!" mumbled Bob. "I guess ass-kissing is as widespread in space as it is 
on earth." 

Following this logic, Bob deduced that "Purple" must be the oldest, "Red" 
slightly younger, and "Baldy" the youngest of all. If age equaled authority, 
then Purple had the power. 

For several minutes all three of the creatures congregated near the center 
of the room. They seemed to be having some sort of discussion which revolved 
around Bob and Jan. 

Bob got the impression that they were comparing the physical differences of 
their abductees, but he couldn't be sure. When the conversation concluded, 
Baldy walked back towards him, stared into his eyes for a brief moment, and 
then ripped apart the front of his shirt! 

"Hey!" Bob shouted. "What the fuck is going on here! That was a good shirt! 
Now you owe me a cold beer and a shirt, fuckhead!" 

Baldy didn't demonstrate the slightest concern. "Who are you!" asked Bob. 
"What do you want?" The creature didn't pay any attention, and quickly 
finished removing the garment. Bob wore a t-shirt beneath, and it too was 
removed with a single swipe of the creature's razor-like claws. 

Bob closed his eyes. He feared that if he opened them he would see his heart 
hanging from his chest, or his intestines spilling onto the floor. When he 
finally took a breath he peeked down to see if he were okay. Incredibly, the 
claws cut right through the fabric as if it were butter, without cutting or 
scratching any skin in the process. 

"Oh my!" Jan exclaimed. "Bob! Are you ... you ... all right?" She had been 
watching with intense concentration from across the room. 

"I think so," he replied nervously. "But I can't figure out what he's 
doing." 

Next, Baldly fiddled with the belt, but when he couldn't make it budge he 
simply took a swipe and lacerated it! The pants fell immediately to the 
floor. Shoes, socks, and underpants were removed in a similar fashion. 

Swipe! Swipe! Swipe! 

Bob couldn't believe the dexterity of those claws. They were swung like 
lethal weapons, yet didn't harm a single hair. 

"Oh my god!" Jan gasped. 

Bob quickly looked in her direction, worried that she might be in grave 
danger. But no, she was simply shocked by his display of nudity. Her 
Midwestern propriety had been shaken to the very core of her prudishness. 

"Jan! I'm not hurt," he said consolingly. "I'm all right. Honest." However, 
he saw that her eyes were riveted on his penis. To comfort her he replied, 
"Take it easy. Apparently they want me nude for a reason. C'mon! Don't 
worry. Everything's going to be all right." 

She still didn't acknowledge him. 

"Jan? Jan! Snap out of it. Look me in the eyes." 

"I'm sorry, Bob," she apologized. "I don't know what got into me. " She felt 
utterly embarrassed that she had been caught looking at his penis. 
Thereafter, she tried to avert her eyes, but kept sneaking peeks at his 
dangling reproductive organ. 

Bob had to smile at her display of modesty. It was so characteristic of her 
Iowa farm girl nature. 

From her perspective, she was having a very difficult time. She didn't know 
whether to look, or not to look. When she looked, she tried to be clinical. 
She found his penis interesting because it differed so much from Harold's. 
It was larger. It was longer. It looked more aggressive. Bob also had a 
large scrotum and was much hairier around his pubic region. His balls 
appeared to be the size of walnuts. 

She remembered her friends once telling her that large scrotums indicated a 
more virile animal. She wondered if that were the case with humans. She also 
heard that larger penises could go engage in intercourse more often than 
smaller ones. She was very curious to verify that hypothesis. 

Now that Bob was completely naked, Baldy proceeded to give him a physical 
examination. First, the alien felt along the arms, as if calculating the 
muscle mass beneath the skin. Then he brushed his claws ever so slightly 
along the rib cage. 

"Do you think you could tell me what you're doing?" Bob asked. 

He waited patiently for a response, but the alien continued with an 
examination of the spinal column, feeling and counting each vertebra. Next, 
Baldy felt along the legs and feet, gently holding one foot between his 
claws and counting the toes. 

The creature displayed a high-level of anatomical skill. Never once did he 
scratch or hurt Bob during the procedure. When the claw gently traced a 
tendon, Bob only felt a slight ticklish sensation. Hell! A human medical 
doctor was seldom as careful as this. 

Meanwhile, Red walked across the room and proceeded to examine Jan. The 
creature looked at her long blonde hair, touching it with the tips of his 
fingers and caressing it. He brushed his claw through it and watched the 
strands of gold fall back into place atop her head. He repeated this action 
several times. 

All the while she kept her teeth clenched and her eyes tightly closed as if 
she were mouthing a prayer. Bob had to smile. She was obviously in no real 
danger, yet she resembled someone who was going to be guillotined in only 
minutes. Because her eyes were so tightly closed, Red couldn't examine them, 
so he proceeded with other parts of her face. These he examined in detail, 
spending a considerable amount of time on her chin. Just why this piece of 
anatomy was so fascinating escaped Bob. The dimple was cute and sexy in its 
own right, but Jan had more alluring assets. If he were Red, he'd go right 
for the tits. 

The creature soon set to work examining her body. However, he was confused 
by the sleeves of her dress, so he turned his attention to her neck. The 
high collar also confused him, so he turned to her jaw. He traced his claw 
from the base of her neck to the outward slope of her breast. He let it rest 
there, and then moved it back to her neck. 

Jan looked extremely nervous and began shaking noticeably. She didn't call 
for help, but simply watched the claw travel back to the breast. This time 
it didn't stop and linger on her lovely mammary as before, but proceeded to 
her waist where it attempted to open the buttons of her dress. 

"Bob, what is he trying to do? Why is he doing this?" 

"Stay calm, Jan. It think he only wants to ... to ... examine us. That's 
all." 

Unable to open the buttons, the alien became angered by the shielding 
encumbrance of her clothing. With a quick flick of his razor-like claw, her 
dress was soon a shamble of tattered shreds piled on the floor. 

"My god in heaven!" Jan screamed at the top of her lungs. "Help! Oh please, 
help!" 

She was desperately trying to cover herself, but her arms and legs remained 
outstretched and cinched away from her body by some invisible physical 
force. She continued to scream, but the creature didn't pay the slightest 
notice. 

She was now clad in only her bra and panties, but within seconds they too 
were in shreds on the floor. 

Sweet Mary! Bob thought. What a body! 

Everything that he had ever fantasized about Jan was fully exposed to his 
view. Her tits were marvels of creation. Full, firm, uptilted, capped with 
the sweetest strawberry nipples he had ever laid eyes on. The areola were 
about the size of silver dollars. The nipples were not in an aroused state 
because of her present predicament, but they showed definite promise. 

The breasts literally thrust outward from her chest in resplendent 
perfection. They were the type that most Western men go crazy over, and that 
most American women yearn for from the time that they reach puberty. Nobody 
had tits like that! Nobody was that perfect! Only females depicted on the 
front covers of science fiction magazines. Her tits would have made perfect 
feeding bottle for hungry babies, which she no doubt, desperately wanted. 
Harold, however, was probably impotent. 

Below, he waist was flat and firm, due to her tireless work in the garden. 
She had no stretch marks on her abdomen because she had never borne a child. 
No fat. No flab. No cellulite. No wrinkles at all. Just fine smooth flesh, 
evenly bisected by a faint line running from beneath her breasts to a point 
just above her little blonde delta of pubic hair. 

Her pubic area-oh, how Bob had wondered about that particular region. It was 
completely exposed to view. She had the sweetest little pussy he had ever 
seen. It jutted outward nicely in a firm little lump and was only sparsely 
covered with curly blonde hairs. The pubic patch itself was perfectly shaped 
into a small little handful of fur. Just right for petting on those cold 
winter nights, and perfect for poking a prick into anytime. 

Man, he thought. She's everything I ever dreamed her to be. Even better. 

Her thighs were a sheer delight to behold. Unlike so many voluptuous women, 
she had a small space between the upper thighs, right beneath her pussy, 
usually found only on petite females. If she stood with her feet and legs 
pressed tightly together, a man could still put his hand between her upper 
thighs and pet that pretty pussy. 

Her calves were also sexy-although Bob had seen them many times before. Some 
tall women had long stringy calves that would have looked more appropriate 
on a horse, and some had huge calves more befitting a sumo wrestler. But 
hers were the sexually delectable appendages of a perfectly proportioned 
Playboy bunny. They were made to grab a man around the buttocks during 
intercourse and lock on. 

Her complexion was as magnificent as any part of her anatomy. She had called 
herself "pale." That was not true. She wasn't tan, but because she worked 
outdoors in the garden a great deal, she looked healthy and vibrant. Because 
she never wore a bathing suit, her skin had an even color, without bra or 
bikini stripes interrupting the overall alluring effect. 

All the while that Bob feasted his eyes on her exposed body, she kept 
screaming, begging for her clothing, not wanting to be touched by these 
goblins from another world. But Red proceeded with his examination 
undeterred. 

"Hey!" Bob shouted. "Keep your filthy fucking hands off of her! Hey! Hey!" 

Bob was suddenly jolted back to his own predicament when he sensed someone 
feeling his penis and tugging on his testicles. 

He looked down and asked, "What exactly are you doing? Surely you've seen a 
dick before." He shut up when he saw the creature unsheathe the razor-like 
claws. Bob watched with deep concern as they felt beneath his sac and 
weighed his balls. 

"Oh please, dear lord," Bob prayed. "Don't let him take my nuts." Bob knew 
that with a flick of that wrist he could be singing several octaves higher 
than presently and be eligible for the Vienna Boys' Choir. He started to 
squirm nervously, afraid to speak for fear of angering the creature. Baldy 
started to bounce the nuts up and down as if they were pecans and he was 
shopping for pie toppings. 

"Oh god! I'm worried!" exclaimed Bob. "He's going to rip off one of my nuts 
and plop it down his mouth. I just know it." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Baldy soon stopped his examination of Bob's pelvic region and returned to 
the study of the vertebrae. Luckily, Bob's nuts were spared for now. 

On the other side of the room, Red began feeling Jan's breasts. She watched 
in horrified fascination as a claw tip traced an imaginary line under the 
fleshy mammary to her nipple. She held her breath and looked on as he traced 
the claw back and forth from one spot to another. He did this dozens of 
times, apparently experimenting to see how large and hard her nipple would 
become. 

From Bob's vantage point, he could see the little nubbins start to stiffen, 
rising to attention and standing proudly in the middle of their rosy 
areolas. 

"Oh please stop!" Jan pleaded. "Oh please! I don't know why you're doing 
this, or what I've done, but please let me go. Please!" 

Red palmed each breast playfully, his hands acting like large spiders upon 
her magnificent flesh. With each squeeze, she whimpered just a little, 
probably afraid that a sharp claw would puncture the skin and mar her lovely 
equipment. 

Incredibly, the situation of her standing naked and helpless before these 
aliens was giving Bob a tremendous hard-on. He couldn't believe it, but the 
sight of a beautiful female being pawed by a being from another world 
aroused him. Every time he saw her breast quiver, or her firm stomach 
muscles contract, his penis hardened a tiny bit more and rose another 
degree. 

His hard-on embarrassed him, so he tried to hide it. However, trying to turn 
sideways when fully restrained proved impossible. He had no other choice 
except to remain fully, frontally, exposed to Jan. Thus, every time she 
glanced in his direction she saw his hard dick. And every time she saw it, 
she tried to avert her eyes. 

Red seemed to enjoy playing with Jan's nipples. They were an appendage that 
captured his fancy-as much as Bob's penis had earlier captured Baldy's. 

Occasionally the creature would flick out his long reptilian-like tongue and 
lash a nipple while he was tracing a faint blue vein that stood out on the 
underside of one of her swollen tits. Each time he would give a lick, Jan 
would scream, "Oh please, don't. Oh please, you mustn't. Oh please, don't do 
that." Occasionally, the alien would scrape the tit a little too roughly 
with his claw and she would scream through the rafters for help. 

Poor girl, thought Bob. Imagine what must be going through her mind. 

The alien also showed an unusual amount of appreciation for her belly 
button. Bob hadn't noticed it before, but when he did he had to admit that 
its elongated shape was extremely sexy. He wondered if Harold had ever stuck 
his tongue where the creature was presently swirling his with such delight. 

Jan began to sob uncontrollably. She tried to move her hips from side to 
side, and to suck in her stomach as much as possible to keep her beautiful 
tummy away from Red's darting tongue. But it was no use. The tongue was 
twenty inches long and could lick anywhere that it desired. 

"Wow!" Bob whistled. "The guy may not have a dick, but he's got a tongue 
that's out of this fucking world." 

The creature could coil and uncoil it at will. He could flatten it like a 
belt, or round it like a hot dog. When it was fully extended, he could wave 
it about like the tail of a cat. When flattened, it was colored a fire 
engine red. When rounded, an ebony black. 

The alien loved licking Jan. Probably because she wore a sweet-smelling 
perfume, or maybe because she carried a scent from bathing with bath oil 
beads. Whichever the case, Red was certainly having a Thanksgiving Day feast 
on her body. 

Bob also liked Jan's scent. Some women smelled as if they only used cologne 
to cover up bad body odor, but she always smelled like a fresh blossom of 
honeysuckle. He attributed her aroma to her diet, which was low in sugar and 
cholesterol, but high in greens and fiber. 

Meanwhile, the alien tongue was making slurping sounds as it covered her 
tummy with a thin film of saliva. Because Jan's tummy was firm and her skin 
was smooth, her abdomen started to glisten from moisture. It acquired an 
erotic appearance in the flickering lights. 

Bob anticipated that Red would next lick between her legs. Knowing her as he 
did, he worried that she might go out of her prim little mind if that 
happened. Even though she was absolutely gorgeous, and definitely a prime 
candidate for cunnilingus (or orgies, or swap meets, or anything sexually 
related), he knew that she would rather die than allow an alien tongue 
probing inside her most feminine sanctuary. Several times it flicked down 
close to her secret chamber, but it always returned to continue licking the 
belly button and her flat little tummy. 

Bob looked closely to see how she was handling the assault. Incredibly, she 
seemed to be breathing heavily. Whether it was from lust or trepidation was 
hard to say. Nevertheless, she was showing definite signs of sexual 
awakening. Whenever she filled her lungs, her chest would expand and her 
breasts would rise. As they rose to their highest possible point, Red 
invariably flicked his tongue rapidly across both nipples. This action would 
cause her to exhale in a nervous whimper. Then he would return his attention 
to her belly button, at which time she would inhale. 

Red had established a cycle! 

If he had done this purposely so as to determine the workings of the human 
respiratory system, was hard to say. Nevertheless, he appeared to have Jan's 
analyzed perfectly. 

Luckily, she was spared any further degradation, because Red stopped his 
lingual tasting and exploration of her ripe nude body. He left her in a 
state of near hysteria, and walked back towards Bob's half of the circular 
room. The alien stood there for a moment, apparently thinking of something. 
When he came to a decision about whatever had perplexed him, he turned, and 
walked up to Bob. immediately he started stroking Bob's penis, which was now 
fully erect. 

"What is it about my penis that fascinates you so, Red?" Bob inquired 
sarcastically. 

When there was no reply he asked, "Who are you? A San Francisco faggot who 
likes to dress up in Halloween costumes? I don't mind being examined by 
individuals from a superior civilization, but I get the impression that you 
guys are all a bunch of fags looking for fellows to fondle. Is this what you 
guys study out there in Berkeley-dicks? What do you do-take slides of 
erections and show them in Masturbation 101? Maybe you're geographers! That 
would explain a few things about Harold." 

Red slapped the penis several times and watched it swing back into place. He 
pushed it down, released it, and watched it smack Bob's belly. This smacking 
pleased the creature in much the same way that it would a chimpanzee. So, he 
whacked the penis again, and again, and again. 

All of this smacking and whacking didn't really hurt Bob, any, it was just 
annoying. That is, until Red stuck his tongue out and swirled it around the 
penis, trapping it in a slimy embrace. 

"Now I know you're a fucking queer," said Bob, angrily. 

The tongue began to tighten its grip, sort of like a python strangling a 
pig. 

"Hey!" Bob shouted. "Hey! Hey! Hey!" he screamed more loudly. "I'm 
particularly fond of that piece of anatomy, you know!" 

By this time, Bob was getting worried, and feared that maybe the alien would 
do something drastic-such as castrate him for scientific analysis. Beads of 
perspiration rose on his forehead from the thought. Without a dick, a man 
was as good as dead. After all, without a dick, Bob wouldn't be able to fuck 
Jan. 

Perish the thought! 

Red's tongue tightened even more around the shaft. 

"Hey!" Bob shouted. "This is not cool! Comprende? Uncool-o!" 

The tongue really gripped the penis now. The head was turning purple under 
all the pressure. It was as tight as a tourniquet and getting tighter. 

"My god! What are you trying to do-cut off my blood supply!" He remembered 
what happened if tourniquets got too tight. An appendage fell off. Luckily 
for Bob, the pressure was released somewhat, and a little feeling returned 
to his most prized organ. 

"Ahhhh!" he moaned, thankful that his dick had been spared any further 
suffering. 

He noted that the alien tongue wasn't laced with barbs. Instead, it was 
smooth and slimy-sort of like the inside of a cunt. For some reason, that 
analogy helped ease the pain. Yes! If he thought of cunt, everything would 
be okay. If he thought of Jan's cunt, everything would be perfect. 

Wow! he thought. This doesn't feel so bad. Maybe this is how they have sex 
on their planet. It's kind of faggoty, but it feels nice. Well, maybe being 
gay isn't such a shabby deal. Yea! If I didn't have a female around, I could 
get used to this. 

Bob suddenly opened his eyes with alarm. Oh shit! What am I thinking of! 
This must be how it starts! I'm on the pathway to homodom! Crap! I can read 
the headline in the tabloids now: Dedicated Heterosexual Kidnapped by Aliens 
is Converted to a New Sexual Preference! Oh shit! I'll soon be looking for 
apartments in San Francisco. 

As quickly as the penis had been seized, it was released. The tongue slid 
back into the mouth of the red-headed horse/dog creature. With his own 
worries momentarily over, Bob looked up and saw that the other alien, Baldy, 
had taken an interest in examining Jan's long, shapely legs. 

Baldy ran his hand/claw upward from her calf to her kneecap to her lower 
thigh, petting and kneading the flesh along the way. If she were in any 
pain, she didn't show it. Although Bob worried that it would be only a 
matter of time before the creature would find the wonderful juncture between 
those gorgeous thighs-that space that had long captured his own attention. 

Sure enough, Baldy soon began petting her pussy. Jan pleaded with him, "Oh 
please don't touch me there. Please, don't touch me there. Please." The 
creature paused for a second. His red fire eyes looked into hers. She took a 
deep breath and said demurely, "Please. Whatever you do, don't touch me 
there. You can touch my breasts, you can touch my nipples, you can touch my 
thighs, but I beg of you, don't touch me between the thighs. I'm a married 
woman." 

There was little doubt that her Midwestern propriety was being seriously 
jeopardized. In fact, Bob's West Coast hedonistic nature was being seriously 
challenged as well by the erection-inducing sight of her gorgeous 
spread-eagled, helpless body being subjected to what amounted to an upright 
physical exam. 

If she thought she was going to change an alien's intent with a simple plea 
for mercy, she soon learned otherwise. Baldy went right back to examining 
her pretty blonde pussy. Naturally she screamed, but not as loudly as Bob 
would have thought under the circumstances. 

When it was apparent that here screams weren't working, she simply tried not 
to look at what was happening to her, attempting instead to concentrate on 
the flashing lights all around her. By not looking at her tormentor she 
believed that she would not suffer pain. That trick may work for a minute or 
two, but eventually curiosity directs a person's eyes to the point of pain 
or pleasure. 

When she did look down, she saw the extended digit of the alien worming 
itself into the very center of her love box. This sight truly frightened her 
and she started screaming again. "What are you doing you filthy beast! How 
dare you!" 

She tried to pull her legs together, tried to knee the invader, tried to 
pull her pelvis away-anything to put up a fight. But it was no use. She 
remained restrained. 

Baldy then bent down between her thighs. Apparently he took an active 
interest in this particular area because she guarded it especially 
vigorously. He looked at the juncture closely, noting its swollen appearance 
and the slit down the middle. All the while, Jan kept struggling to free 
herself from invisible bondage. 

"Bob! Bob! Help me!! What's he trying to do to me?" 

In an attempt to calm her he replied, "I don't think he means to harm you. I 
really don't. I think he's trying to examine you for some scientific reason. 
All you have to do is remain calm." 

She seemed reassured by that assessment. That is, until Baldy flicked his 
tongue into her snatch. 

Her eyes became as big as saucers when she felt what was happening to her. 
"Oh for crying out loud!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. 

It was hard for Bob to believe what he was seeing. Here was the all-American 
housewife being tongue-fucked by an alien. If he hadn't seen it with his own 
eyes, he wouldn't have believed it. 

It was hard to see what was happening from a distance of approximately a 
hundred feet, but be speculated that the tongue slid six or seven inches 
into the hole. This could be guessed by the shocked expression on Jan's 
pretty face. Her eyes became so round that Bob could clearly see the whites 
from across the room. 

"Unnnnnhhh!" she screamed, followed by "Arrrrggghhh!" 

Baldy enjoyed tasting Jan. But then, who wouldn't? She probably had a pussy 
which tasted like honey and chocolate sauce. 

As the tongue slid in and out, her tummy fluttered spasmodically and she 
moaned, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Bob believed it was due to utter fear rather than 
sexual excitement. 

To position himself better, Baldy pushed her thighs wide apart and placed 
them so they rested on his shoulders. Now she was totally at his mercy and 
she started breathing deeply. By George! thought Bob. Do I detect the first 
signs of sexual abandonment here? She seems to be letting herself go. She 
isn't climbing the walls as of yet, but she isn't fighting so hard to keep 
that tongue away either. Damn! Maybe that's the secret. When we get back to 
earth I'll invite her over for a little oral sex. I'd like to get a little 
tongue action as well. 

Baldy stopped his lingual assault when Purple, the chief alien, stepped over 
and tapped him on the shoulder. Baldy pulled his tongue out, stood up, and 
talked in alien gibberish for a few minutes. Several times Baldy pointed to 
the pussy as if it were an object in show-and-tell. 

While they were pre-occupied, Bob looked to make sure that Jan was all 
right. Other than the psychological torment of being fully exposed to her 
next door neighbor, and having had her vagina tasted by a being from another 
galaxy, she seemed okay. Although he could understand if she suffered from a 
mild case of shock. 

Baldy walked over to a console and began playing with some blue crystals. As 
he pulled one crystal after another, the beams of light began to change in 
appearance. The quick flashers changed into continuous beamers, and the 
continuous beamers changed into quick flashers. All of them seemed to swirl 
about now, rather than travel in a straight line. To put it mildly, the 
sight was spectacular. 

Throughout the room the lights intensified to a beautiful orange color-the 
same hue that Bob had seen in his backyard immediately before being 
transported aboard the craft. Now that only one color bathed the interior of 
the craft he could see more clearly. Above him, hundreds of small cubicles 
were occupied with dozens of similar-looking creatures resembling the three 
which he had already seen. 

Shit! Bob thought. I suppose this nixes any plans for an escape. This place 
is swarming with aliens. 

Most were bald and preoccupied with what appeared to be mundane tasks. This 
confirmed his suspicions that the bald ones were the "enlistees." They 
weren't concerned with his plight and simply walked about doing their 
chores. 

This was both good news and bad news. It could mean that the craft regularly 
picked up human cargo and the enlistees were accustomed to the presence of 
humans. That would tend to confirm the many tabloid newspaper stories about 
alien visitations, which Bob had always been skeptical about. Or, it could 
mean that the other creatures simply didn't know he and Jan were aboard-that 
he and Jan were inside a secret compartment. 

He couldn't believe how big the craft was. Beyond the cubicles high above 
there was a region where catwalks and skyway crossed. And beyond that was a 
region where small flying machines zipped in and out at will. 

Suddenly it all made sense. This wasn't the craft that had abducted him. 
This was the mother ship! He had been brought here by one of those smaller 
craft. 

Holy shit! he thought. I really am in space! And on the mother ship no less! 
What the hell would they want with a nobody like me? Taking Pee Wee Herman 
would have made more sense. I wonder if Jan has any idea of our predicament? 

He looked across the room to see how she was holding up, but was shocked to 
see that she was floating towards him. By what means or methods was unclear, 
but it apparently had something to do with the blue crystals that Baldy 
carried in his hand. If Baldy slowed his pace, she slowed. If he speeded up, 
she speeded up. 

Baldy brought her to Bob's side of the room. She was still restrained by 
some invisible physical force and still spread-eagled in an upright 
position. From what Bob could gather, she was not in any physical pain, and 
the look on her face was one of contempt mixed with confusion rather than 
torment. 

Baldy was confused as to how to position her. At first, he faced her away so 
that Bob had a delightful view of her splendid backside and shapely 
posterior. 

Wow! Would he ever love to fuck her doggy-style. Because she didn't have a 
single ounce of excess fat on her body, her shape was hourglass perfect. 
Over the years he had noticed that only women in excellent shape looked this 
good from the rear. Usually their legs bowed, or their butt sagged, or they 
had love handles, or their shoulders were lopsided, or their spine indicated 
some imperfection. But Jan was perfect. 

Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! 

Absolutely perfect! 

Perfectly fuckable! 

He would love to bend her over and fuck her right there. He wouldn't mind an 
audience of aliens-not if he were allowed to knock off a piece of this 
gorgeous female. 

Baldy next positioned her in profile. Again Bob was struck by her perfect 
symmetry. Calves, thighs, buttocks, waist, and shoulders all formed a fine 
line of posture. There was no doubt that she could have been a major motion 
picture star of the 1940's or 1950's. Her tits and ass alone were as good as 
those of Marilyn Monroe and Rita Hayworth. 

Bob noticed that Jan's breasts were the only part of her body that had any 
fat-and it was the most desirable fat that a woman could have. Her ribs even 
showed a bit beneath her magnificently formed mammaries. 

"Hey!" Bob shouted. "What's going on here! Haven't you all had enough fun 
for one afternoon. Why don't you just leave us alone, huh?" 

Purple touched his claw to the tip of Bob's penis. Fearing that he had 
angered the chief alien, Bob damned near had a heart attack right there on 
the spot! After all, he'd seen what that sharp appendage could do to a 
leather belt and a pair of shoes. He watched that claw tip like a hawk 
watched a field mouse. The claw was so sharp that a beam of light flickered 
off it and shown into Bob's eyes. But instead of being ripped to shreds, the 
touch was gentle and caressing. That was a surprise! 

Purple removed the claw and placed it on the opening of Jan's cunt. 

"Oh!" she gasped, somewhat shocked by the touch. 

The alien wiggled his claw back and forth over her clitoris for a few 
seconds. He dipped it in, and drew it out slightly, just so she could feel 
the most intense amount of pleasure possible. He seemed to be extremely 
adept at this method of torture. How many other women had he had in a 
similar position? 

That thought was extremely bothersome to Bob, for if the aliens had abducted 
other women, what eventually became of them? Were they simply disposed of in 
space? Or, were they in some galaxy now? Had they been turned into the 
proverbial love slaves? Or, were they returned to earth to lead a normal 
existence? He was intrigued by the possibilities. 

Jan bit her lower lip. She threw her head back. It wasn't long before she 
started to move her shapely hips to and fro in a preliminary state of sexual 
arousal. The alien placed the claw back at the base of Bob's cock. He let it 
rest there only a second before moving it to Jan's pussy. 

From pussy, to cock. 

From cock, to pussy. 

As they watched the alien move his digit back and forth between their 
genitals, it became clear that the chief alien wanted them to perform 
sexually. 

Both Bob and Jan looked at each other and understood the unspoken message. 

When they didn't immediately respond to the "command," Purple made sure that 
Bob understood by grabbing his penis and placing it between Jan's labia. And 
as a further coercion, he pushed them together by their buttocks. 

"Oh!" gasped Jan in shocked surprise. 

Bob soon realized that all of his sexual fantasies could be fulfilled 
because Jan was helpless to stop any assault on her body. Yet, the very 
thought that she was being coerced into sex made him respond to her plight 
in a typically human fashion. For a moment at least, his inner psychological 
nature outweighed his animalistic physical desires. 

When Jan was within a few inches-still spread-eagled and still incapable of 
moving her arms and legs-Bob said, "You know, whenever I saw you working in 
your garden, I would position myself by the bushes and hope to see you 
bending over. I was always trying to get a glimpse of your lovely ass ..." 

"Bob!" she said curtly. "I'm surprised at you. You shouldn't have such 
thoughts." She uttered the words in a near whisper. Obviously she was afraid 
of being overheard by the chief alien. 

Nevertheless, Bob continued, "Whenever I saw you in a compromising position, 
I would develop an erection. A big one. All I wanted to do was spread those 
lovely asscheeks of yours and ram old Randolph home...." 

"Bob! My word! I'm a married woman!" Prudishness dies hard, even in a woman 
who is spread-eagled, has an erect penis probing at her vaginal entrance, 
and has just been tongue-fucked by an alien from another world. 

In order to challenge this ridiculous puritanical attitude he asked, "Jan, 
look above you and tell me what you see?" 

"What?" she didn't immediately understand the request. 

"Take a look above your head and tell me what you see?" 

She looked for a moment, blinking in disbelief. Once she had assessed the 
situation she said, "My god! This craft is absolutely enormous. And there 
are other spaceships up there." 

"That's right, and that can mean only one thing. " She lowered her eyes, 
looking into his, and asked, "What?" 

"That we're in space! We're actually in space and being taken to who knows 
where." 

"Oh no!" she gasped. "Where are we going?" 

"Don't worry about it, you and I can't change their plans. And forget about 
the past-we left that behind several hours ago. We must keep our energies 
focused on the present. If we don't, we may be dead. Don't worry about 
marriage, or your husband, because he may very well be several light years 
away right now too." 

"Bob! What are you saying!" 

"Simply this: the past is past, the present is now! All I know is that these 
rather interesting creatures want us to perform sex-right here-right now-in 
front of them. They have the means of killing us and going back for other 
humans if we won't do it." 

"Bob!" she said, scoldingly. "I always thought of you were such a decent 
fellow." 

He looked her levelly into her eyes and replied, "I am a decent fellow, Jan. 
It's just that I have this incredible urge to live. I'm not dying of lung 
cancer. I don't have heart disease. And statistics show that men of my age 
can expect to live another forty years if they exercise, eat right, and 
drive responsibly. However, statisticians for insurance companies don't take 
into account men being kidnapped by aliens. As of right this very moment I 
have a sharp pair of claws digging into my nuts and they could permanently 
alter my life as I've enjoyed it up to now. In other words, I get the 
impression that my balls are going to vanish unless I perform. That's the 
situation here as I see it. Besides, what harm would a little fuck do?" 

"Bob! Watch you language!" she said angrily. "Cut the crap, Jan. 'Fuck' is 
the most widely used word in the English language. I don't use it to upset 
you. It's just the way I speak. I can't change into something I'm not. 
Especially when I have death itself clinching my nuts." 

She remained calm for a few minutes thinking. He continued, "Look at it this 
way. I desire your body. I love looking at your body. Randolph here can 
barely keep himself down." 

"Randolph?" she asked, breaking into a smile. "Yes. The pet name for my 
penis." 

"Oh! I see." She looked down and saw the very tip nestled between her 
swollen labia. The more she looked, the more difficulty she had trying to 
keep her eyes off of it. 

He whispered in her ear, "I know that it may be ethically wrong for me to 
want to make love to you because you're a married woman, but that's the way 
you affect me. Even right now I find it nearly impossible to keep my eyes 
off of your magnificent tits...." 

"Please Bob. Where's you sense of etiquette? Refer to them as `breasts'." 

"What difference does it make what I call them? We've been captured by 
aliens, we've been stripped of our clothes, and the beasts want us to make 
love right in front of them. How am I supposed to retain the etiquette of a 
world that we many never see again." 

She hung her head and didn't say a word. 

Bob decided to cheer her up by saying, "Jan, you're gorgeous! Everything 
about you. Every piece of anatomy. Your breasts, your tummy, your face." He 
gave a couple of little thrusts with his penis and said, "Jan, darling. I 
have an erection-you can feel it-and I want to make love to you because my 
life, and probably yours, depends on it. It would be right, considering the 
circumstances." 

She looked at him and said, "I guess that explains why you trimmed the 
hedges so much when I was in the backyard gardening." 

"Come on. What do you say?" 

"Bob, how do you know that's what they want? Maybe it's just what you want." 

"I can't deny I want you, and I can't say that I can read the mind of an 
alien, but from all indications it certainly seems like they want us to 
perform sex. What else could they want? Purple here practically gave us 
pointers!" 

She hung her head and said, "It wouldn't be right. I've never violated my 
marriage vows." 

"Oh shit! Forget the marriage vows...." 

"How can I forget them, Bob. I'm the daughter of a small town farmer and 
part-time preacher. Furthermore, I love Harold with all my heart." Next he 
tried to persuade her with humanistic logic. "Look at it this way. We may 
prove to these alien savages what a truly wonderful species we homo sapiens 
truly are. When we get into a bind, we're willing to help each other out. 
For the benefit of all mankind, we are sacrificing ourselves for sex. " That 
line of reasoning didn't work, so he resorted to feeding her ego. "If we 
give them a hearty performance, they may very well record it for posterity. 
Think of it, Jan! And act of sex shown in another part of the galaxy may one 
day be the equivalent of Neil Armstrong's walk on the moon. Alien kids may 
sit down and watch us for light years to come in Alien History 401 or on 
their version of the Discovery Channel. Whether you like to admit it or not, 
we have the chance of a lifetime here. And we may very well hold the future 
of interstellar peace right here between or legs. I'm ready for action. How 
about you? Come on. What do you say? Let's give it the old college try! 
Let's do one for the Gipper." 

She didn't answer immediately. No doubt Bob had given her some very heavy 
matters on which to think. Every once in a while he would emphasize a point 
by nudging his dick against her cunt. 

Finally she said, "No. I can't. Look at it from my perspective, Bob. We 
can't let others push us around. Where would we as a species and society be 
if we had? We have to fight these aliens the same way that our ancestors 
fought Hitler and Tojo. If I have but one life to live, I'm prepared to die 
for the sake of decency. Like Martin Luther I say, 'Here I stand'. I won't 
be forced to perform sex, and that's final. I'm a good girl and I intend to 
die that way." Bob almost expected her to start whistling "The Battle Hymn 
of the Republic," but instead she simply sighed heavily, as if she'd gotten 
something deeply troubling off of her chest. 

"Oh shit!" he muttered. "Bye-bye balls." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Bob couldn't persuade Jan that a hearty fuck was in her best interest. He 
thought she was being very uncooperative for a woman who had just had an 
alien tongue thrust up her cunt. 

Somehow Red sensed her reluctance to perform sex and stepped close. Bob 
worried that Jan may have pissed off the alien with her puritanical 
attitude. He thought that only the worst could be in store. Maybe a slow 
death in a sperm-filled condom, or a double sex change. 

That would be interesting, mused Bob. Then she'd understand what a man with 
an erection has to go through in the presence of a prim beauty. 

Instead of anything awful happening, Red simply stepped between them. He 
looked from one to the other as if deciding which one should be punished 
first. He reached out his claw and just barely flicked Jan's nipple. Then he 
quickly turned his attention to Bob and flicked his. 

"I know where you're heading fella, so why don't you just skip the foreplay, 
huh?" Bob said. 

Red reached out both hand/claws at one time and felt their abdomens. He was 
petting both, looking for any type of reaction. 

"If you're going to do us in, just do us in-okay," Bob said. "Quit stalling! 
Shit! You're acting like an Oriental prison guard." 

Finally, Red reached down between Jan's thighs, and commenced to manually 
inspect her pussy. He patted it, felt it with an extended digit as if it 
were a vein of gold, and rubbed his claw up and down the length of her 
furrow as if it were a mink coat. He moved the claw back and forth between 
her legs, languidly, without any effort to rush at all. Jan began crying 
uncontrollably, not wanting to be touched by these heinous creatures from 
some far off place in some far off galaxy. 

"Please don't!" she cried. "Please! Not there. Please!" 

"Jan!" Bob said. "I think we better agree to have sex. These fellows look 
serious." 

"No! No! No! I can't! I can't! I can't!" 

"Think of it in these terms: What's it going to be-your pussy or your life?" 

"Oh no!" 

Red squatted down between her widespread thighs. He looked closely at her 
lovely blonde muff, nudging it with the very tip of his claw. He brushed his 
finger up and down, through the sparse blonde hair, petting it as if it were 
the fur of a kitten. Jan regained a sense of composure and seemed to accept 
the manual inspection as part of the awful dilemma confronting her. She 
remained calm until Red clasped her pubic hairs and combed them away from 
her slit. 

Tears of shame and humiliation welled in her lovely blue eyes and she 
started sobbing, "Oh! What's to become of me? I'm a married woman and I've 
always been faithful. Bob make him stop. Please make him stop!" 

When Red pulled her pussy lips apart and looked in, she wailed, "Oh! What 
have I done to deserve this? Oh dear cod! What have I done?" 

The creature buried his horse/dog snout between her beautiful thighs and 
started sniffing. 

"Don't! Don't! Don't!" she screamed. "Not again." 

Red again lapped his tongue up and down her slit. "Arrrggghhhhh!" she 
shrieked. 

Apparently the red-headed alien truly did like the taste of feminine 
secretions. 

Bob shouted for the creature to stop, but he had to admit that the sight 
taking place only a few feet in front of him was very erotic-a real 
true-to-life Beauty and the Beast. 

He watched in fascination as the long black tongue slid in and out of her 
delightfully tight womanly opening. Occasionally, Red would pull it out and 
lather underneath her pubis, all the way hack to the crack of her ass. And 
then he'd return his attentions to the vagina itself. Tears fell down her 
rosy cheeks, onto her heaving breasts, and collected in droplets at the 
peaks of her aroused nipples before falling like raindrops to the floor. 

Bob's heart went out to her. Any woman who underwent and endured this amount 
of psychological torment needed compassion-even from voyeuristic lechers 
like him. 

"Jan, I think that we better agree to have sexual intercourse. If not, this 
may go on forever." 

She whimpered and moaned between tongue jabs. "I'm a good girl." 

"That has nothing to do with anything, damn it. We've been over this before. 
Harold doesn't have to find out, unless you tell him. Husbands have been 
deceived for centuries about their wife's infidelity." 

For some reason, Bob's words made sense to her. She realized that Harold 
truly didn't need to find out if she had been unfaithful. After all, he 
wouldn't know if her vagina bad been used. He wouldn't be the wiser. 

A slight psychological change had taken place in her thinking. Her 
puritanical ethics and morality were adjusting to the circumstances. She 
slowly relaxed her physical resistance to the ongoing assault. 

The other aliens appeared to sense this for Purple gave a command to Red to 
cease his assault. Reluctantly, Red pulled his head away from between her 
thighs, yet continued to smack his lips with delight from the aftertaste of 
her vaginal secretions. 

Hfffmmm, Bob thought. One of these days I've got to get between those legs 
and find out for myself what she tastes like. She could have the best 
tasting snatch in the galaxy. Wouldn't that be something? 

Purple again felt Bob's penis with his claw and then turned to feel Jan's 
pussy. She whimpered loudly throughout the procedure. She was not yet ready 
to fuck for the purpose of intergalactic diplomacy and interstellar science. 
Purple turned to Baldy and gave a command of some sort. Within seconds he 
left the room, only to return several minutes later carrying a bowl laden 
with an orange-colored lotion flecked with specks of green. It looked 
remarkably similar to orange juice, sprinkled with chopped chives. 

"What the fuck are you going to do with that?" Bob asked. He didn't really 
expect a response, and didn't get one. 

The young gofer extended the bowl to his superior. Purple placed an extended 
claw/finger into the lotion, withdrew it, and sniffed. Immediately his ears 
went back on his head like those of a cat, and his red irises became mere 
pinpoints. Baldy sniffed the substance as well, and registered the same 
reaction. 

Bob wondered what the stuff was. Obviously, if it could give aliens such 
drastic reactions, imagine what it could do to humans! He took some comfort 
in seeing that the stuff hadn't dissolved Purple's claw. 

Thank the Lord for small favors. 

Purple bent down and began lubricating Jan's nether regions. Through her 
tears she asked, "What are you doing? My god! What are you doing down there! 
Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Don't!" 

Bob figured that either the concoction stung like hell, or she wasn't used 
to greasy orange substances being rubbed on her pussy by extraterrestrials. 
Purple lathered her cunt like he was oiling an outfielder's glove for a 
baseball game. He really got into it. 

"Please remove your finger-ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Oh please!" she cried. 

The creature dipped his hand into the lotion again and placed another gob on 
her pubis. 

"Ohhhhhhh please!" she screamed. 

Next, the alien stuck his whole hand into the bowl and placed a soaking fist 
dripping with the stuff between her thighs. Bob looked down and expected her 
cunt to be literally oozing orange goo. Instead, the substance became clear 
immediately upon application, and evaporated altogether within several 
minutes. 

"Ahhhhhhhh!" she said. 

Bob looked back a Jan's pretty face. Instead of seeing fear registered 
there, he instead saw her mouth contorted with unbridled lust. 

"Ahhhhh!" she said again. She had stopped whimpering and was now moaning. 
The metamorphosis was instantaneous. In fact, instead of trying to pull her 
pelvis away from the probing alien claw, she was now pushing her entire 
lower torso forward, attempting to get more of it into her. She started 
panting and screwing her pelvis in a clockwise motion. 

And then in a counterclockwise motion. 

And then back and forth. 

And then up and down. 

When Purple looked up and saw the transformation which had occurred to his 
abductee, he began moving his digit in and out of her opening with renewed 
intensity. 

She felt a strange, unfamiliar tickling in her pussy-sort of like an itch 
that needed to be scratched. "Oh my!" she said realizing that the scratch 
was becoming more pronounced with every passing moment. 

She knew that the aliens had done something wicked to her reproductive 
organs. Her pussy had never felt like this before-never. She could feel her 
labia filling with lust and her vagina oozing secretions. Her entire body 
seemed as if it revolved around her cunt. All of her mental energies were 
focused on that part of her anatomy. Every fiber of her nervous system. 
Every synapse in her brain. Every muscle and tendon in her lower torso. 

It started to feel downright wonderful down there between her thighs. No 
longer did she want to concentrate on flickering lights in the distance to 
avoid the proceedings, now she wanted to concentrate on sexual fulfillment. 
She felt energized. She felt stimulated. She felt physically alive as she 
had never felt before. Not even her gardening gave her this kind of 
satisfaction. Forget the petunias. Forget choir practice! This was heaven! 

And that wasn't all! 

Her nipples were standing so tall that they felt as if they were ready to 
poke right through the skin. She looked down at her breasts and almost 
expected to see them dancing an Irish jig by themselves. Even the small 
nodules encircling her areolae felt eroticized. Her tits were swelling with 
passion. Maybe this was how titties felt during pregnancy. Heavy. Full. 
Needing to be sucked. She wished that the alien with the long tongue were 
around to lick her breasts again. She needed relief. Desperately. 

Her eyes glanced downward and watched the fondling of her pussy with a new 
perspective. Instead of screaming through the rafters as she would have done 
only moments beforehand, now she was moaning salaciously and saying, "Oh 
wow! That really feels good. Oh! Oh! Oh! Keep that up. Keep that up. Ahhhh! 
I beg you, keep that up ... ahhhh!" 

Bob couldn't believe what was transpiring before his very eyes. Jan, the 
prim and proper puritan, was turning into a little sexual firecracker! 

She arched her back, thrusting her succulent breasts into Bob's face. Not 
wishing to miss a golden opportunity, he buried his nose in her cleavage and 
shook his head back and forth between the fully swollen mammaries. He felt 
like a teenager on a first date with the easy cheerleader. Her tits framed 
his face like a couple of bookends. He tried to stick his tongue out to lick 
them, but she had thrust her body so hard against his face that he could 
barely open his mouth. 

She threw her neck so far back in ecstasy that the tendons of her throat 
were visibly displayed. He worried that she might sprain a muscle or 
displace a vertebra because she was contorting herself so. 

"Oh Bob," she called. "What's happening to me? 

I feel absolutely wonderful. So wonderful. So utterly wonderful." 

"Take it easy, Jan," he consoled. "Don't worry. You've just experienced an 
orgasm." 

"Oh!" she giggled. "So that's what an orgasm feels like. Ummm ummm. I've 
never had one before," she said with a tremendous smile. 

He couldn't believe his ears! A woman who had a body like hers and had never 
experienced an orgasm was almost too much to believe in this day and age. 
His opinion of Harold sank to a new low. Obviously her husband wasn't a real 
man. Harold had read one too many geography books and had watched one too 
many nature shows. Poor Jan. She had married a certifiable jerk. Bob 
resolved right there on the spot to never read a geography book as long as 
he lived. 

She continued to sigh as if she were drunk, stoned, or both. She showed 
tell-tale signs of being high on drugs, such as rolling her eyes upward and 
allowing her tongue to hang out. 

Just as quickly as he had diagnosed that she was a lost cause, she snapped 
back, screaming, "Oh Bob! Bob! Bob! Bob! Bob! Bob!" She strained from the 
tremendous release of her orgasm. Her entire body shook. 

My god! thought Bob. She must have been holding that one in for years. It 
blew like Mt. St. Helens! 

Meanwhile, Purple took an egg-shaped object from a nearby console and dipped 
it into the orange-colored liquid. When it was thoroughly coated with the 
slimy substance he placed it at the entrance of her vagina and gently pushed 
it inside. It looked very much like a hard-boiled egg being shoved up her 
snatch. She watched the procedure with heavy lidded, lust-filled eyes, as 
the object slowly disappeared into her. 

"Ahhhhhh!" she moaned, shivering with delight. 

Bob became worried. He had no idea what the item was, but he knew that it 
held a great deal of significance to the creatures. Its shape was of most 
concern, because it suggested that she was the central attraction at a 
fertility rite. Was she to be sacrificed to some ancient pagan religious 
service that had spread across the galaxy? Or, was she being used as a 
surrogate mother for aliens who couldn't breed in their quadrant of the 
universe because there were no females in their species? He hoped that it 
was the former, for he had always wanted to attend a Roman orgy. Alas, he 
had been born too late. 

In the meantime, Jan shuddered another tremendous orgasm. "Ahhhhhh!" she 
moaned again. Whatever the purpose of the object, she didn't seem to mind it 
being up her cunt. 

Out of concern, Bob asked, "Jan, are you all right? Do you know what's 
taking place?" 

At first she didn't seem to hear him, She was too involved with experiencing 
her second orgasm. At last she said, "Ohhhh Bob! You have no idea how many 
years I've waited to feel a sexual experience equal to this. Ahhhhhhhh! No 
idea at all. Ahhhhhhhhh!" 

Bob was deeply worried, and becoming more so with every passing moment and 
every elicited sigh. "Are you aware that the creatures have shoved a 
ceremonial object of some sort up your vagina?" 

She giggled and said, "Yes. They're doing naughty things to me." She giggled 
again. "They're making me into a nasty little girl. But I don't mind. I want 
to be a nasty little girl. And look at you, Bob. You're a nasty little boy 
looking at my privates. Shame on you." 

He looked at her with disbelief and then turned his wrath on the chief 
alien. "What the fuck have you done to her! Huh! She's acting like a flower 
child spaced out on acid." 

"Flower child," she repeated. "I like that. I love flowers. Especially 
petunias. And roses. They have such lovely petals. And I have such lovely 
petals too, don't I? Tee hee." 

Bob caught the gist of her humor. He knew that she was referring to her 
labia. "Jan! Get hold of yourself." 

Purple withdrew the egg-shaped object. Immediately she said, "Oh don't! Put 
it back! Please! I like it there-deep inside of me." 

Bob was struck by the irony of her now pleading for the alien to continue 
diddling in her pussy. Purple gave the object to Baldy who then dashed with 
it to a central console. 

Purple withdrew his finger, stood up, and waved his hands in front of Jan's 
body. No longer were her arms and legs restrained by some invisible force. 
Now her legs were spread 180 degrees apart, and she was holding them open 
willingly with her arms, straining to pull them open wider. She locked her 
elbows behind her knees and started massaging her entire pubic area with 
licentious vigor. 

"What are you doing?" he asked. 

"You told me to get hold of myself," she laughed. 

Sweat started dripping from her pores and she began pleading, "Please Bob, 
make love to me. Please, please, please, make love to me. I don't know what 
was in that bowl of lotion, nor what they've done to me, but I need sex like 
I've never needed it before. Please honey, please!" 

Frankly, Bob was unsure of what to do. Only moments beforehand he had 
worried about her being used as a surrogate for an intergalactic race of 
aliens, Would he be taking advantage of a fellow human being if she was in a 
confused state of mind? Or, would he be fulfilling his sexual fantasies? 
Would it be adultery? Or, would it be like administering medication to a 
sick patient? Would she mind if he rammed his cock into her gorgeous cunt? 
All of these questions raced through his mind as he watched her rub her 
swollen cuntlips. 

His delay in acting upon her request only made her more frustrated. "Oh 
hurry Bob, hurry!" She placed her hands behind her shapely buttocks and 
shoved her entire lower torso forward, as if offering it on a platter. "Come 
on," she said. "Come on! I need it. Oh, how I need it." She paused for a 
moment before giving a particularly hefty shove. "Oh damn you, Bob. Come on! 
Take it! Take my love! Oh please. It aches so damn much! Please!" 

He looked down and saw that she was sopping wet between her thighs. The 
lotion and the object had stimulated her sexual juices. Her vagina was 
gaping open, ready for penetration, and the tendons of her smooth inner 
thighs were straining beneath her flawless skin. 

She placed her hands on either side of her cunt and separated the lips. 
"Care to get to know the real me, Bob honey?" She chuckled. As if that 
weren't enough, she brought her kneecaps to her armpits and separated her 
legs in a diamond fashion. 

This was not the same Jan Matson that he had watched appreciatively day 
after day bending over and weeding her petunias. This was a sexual tigress 
created in an alien environment by aliens. He worried that she might be 
possessed by some evil spirit. But that wasn't possible because he had 
witnessed everything which the aliens had done. Certainly they hadn't 
performed any voodoo ceremony, and if egg-planting was part of a religious 
service, it was certainly the weirdest religion he had ever seen. If 
anything, she was merely exhibiting the aftereffects of an 
honest-to-goodness, extremely effective, aphrodisiac. 

"Oh Bob, what are you waiting for?" she whined. "You said that I excited you 
sexually. You said that you love to look at my rear end when I bend over in 
the garden. Come on honey. I want to give you something you deserve. It's a 
present for being a nice hunk of a neighbor. Ahhh!" she moaned, feverishly. 

"Are you all right, Jan?" he asked with a great deal of curiosity. 

She caught her breath before continuing, "Oh Bob! I too must make a 
confession. I find you sexually appealing. In fact, you're very good 
looking. Very, very good looking." 

He smiled, for even though she had positioned herself before him like a 
Brooklyn hooker, she still blushed slightly when admitting her sexual needs. 

She continued. "I always thought that you were very attractive, but now that 
I've ... I've ... seen you naked, I really get turned on." She was as hot as 
a firecracker and getting hotter. 

"Turned on," was the understatement of the year. If she were any more turned 
on she would be used as a replacement generator at an electric utility. 

Bob didn't have a great deal of time to think about matters because Purple 
had returned. The chief alien grabbed Bob's penis and began lubricating it 
with the same orange lotion that he had earlier rubbed onto Jan's pussy. 

"Hey!" Bob shouted. "Stop that." 

"Oh ho!" she giggled. "Now it's your turn. Just wait and see what happens to 
you." 

He didn't like this turn of events one bit. He worried that he might become 
as flaky as Jan. That would be bad if they needed to escape. One of them had 
to retain control of his or her mental abilities, and from the looks of 
things, she had already said "Bon Voyage" to hers. 

He tried desperately to move, thrusting his pelvis away from Red's reach. 
The alien flicked out his tongue and lassoed Bob by the penis-similar to a 
frog catching a fly. 

"Damn it!" he shouted. "Where in the fuck did you learn that trick?" 

Jan giggled, "Bobby has his wee-wee all wrapped up. Na na na na na naa." 

He looked down and watched in fascination, wonderment, and horror as his 
penis stiffened to a previously unknown rigidity and grew to previously 
unknown dimensions. 

"Holy shit!" he gasped. "What exactly is in that stuff?" 

"Good, huh?" asked Jan with a strange hallucinogenic smile on her face. 

As the orange substance turned into a clear substance, veins began to stick 
out of his dick like scaffolding around a construction site. He could have 
sworn that he was watching a special effects scene from a horror movie. He 
almost expected a monstrous-looking gargoyle to come ripping out of his 
penis all covered with blood and slime. 

As the substance began to evaporate, Bob felt a cold rush of air, much like 
isopropyl alcohol evaporating from the skin. It was a wonderful 
sensation-similar to a woman blowing air onto it. Next, he felt an intense 
warmth and saw the penis itself darken to a very deep maroon color. He was 
reminded of the sex act itself, when the penis was sheathed within the 
comforting vagina. "Ahhhh!" he moaned. "Ahhhh!" 

Jan looked at him and smiled, "It feels good, doesn't it, Bob? See, you 
thought I was teasing. Ha ha. Fooled you." 

His newly improved reproductive organ was festooned with a purple sheen that 
glistened in the flickering light. He was admiring it when the pain 
intensified suddenly. It felt like chili powder had been rubbed into the 
skin with sandpaper. His dick began burning up from the intense warmth. 

"Oh shit, Jan. What's happening to me? My dick is going to burst. I just 
know it. Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh fuck!" 

She watched it grow with passion-filled lust. Her lovely blue eyes became 
rounded orbs as they locked on the incredible sight before her. She'd seen 
Harold develop an erection, but never one of this magnitude. On a scale of 
one to ten, this was a twelve. The head of Bob's dick was the size of a 
tennis ball, having skin as smooth as silk. She wanted to reach out and pet 
it. Furthermore, the hole in the end of the penis seemed to be hypnotizing 
her. 

Oh my! she thought. Is this what an LSD trip is like? If it is, I'll have to 
try it sometime. Maybe I'll see twelve-foot penises instead. 

She had never been so fascinated by an object in all of her life. The 
peehole was like a magical eye winking at her, beckoning her, challenging 
her, calling her for a brief lick or a quick kiss. 

"Yum yum," she said. "That sure looks tasty, Bob." 

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh shit!" he replied in pain. 

She couldn't understand why she had never been this sexually aroused with 
Harold. If anything, with him it was a chore just to make love. Half the 
time she was surprised that they even did it all, he was such a klutz. 
However, after being douched with that alien aphrodisiac, she yearned to 
wrap her lips around the head of a penis-any penis-and feel the pulse of 
blood pumping beneath the surface. She actually craved the taste of cock, 
even though she had never allowed one to cross her pretty lips. It was the 
same craving one got for any food item-such as chocolate, ice cream, or 
pickles. However, her craving was for cock. Big juicy cock. Lucky for her 
there was one within tasting distance. 

She had read about women who preformed fellatio, but she had always 
considered them "Naughty girls." Surely she wouldn't, couldn't, shouldn't do 
something so depraved. And yet, she wanted to-desperately. She yearned to 
place her tongue against the magic shaft and slurp away. She wanted to bob 
her head up and down. She wanted to feel the flesh of a penis upon her 
pretty lips. She wanted to suckle it. 

What difference would it make? She had already been seen naked by her 
neighbor, and had already been tongued into orgasm by an alien! She might as 
well start giving blowjobs as well. 

Finally she admitted in a throaty whisper, "Your cock is beautiful. 
Absolutely beautiful, Bob. It looks like a work of art-a magnificent piece 
of sculpture." 

"It hurts! Damn! It hurts!" He wasn't kidding either. 

"Here! Let me kiss it. Maybe it'll make you feel better." She leaned over 
and gave the tip a little peck with her lips. But this wasn't enough for 
her. She wanted to taste more. She opened her mouth wide, wrapping her 
lovely lips completely around the shaft. 

She was surprised. She didn't mind the taste of penis at all. In fact, she 
found that it tasted rather good. Slightly salty and a little like an onion. 
She especially liked the texture. It felt rubbery against her lips. She 
would bite on it and the flesh would spring back into place, much more 
rapidly than biting other flesh. It also felt good on her tongue. Its warmth 
radiated throughout her mouth. It was similar to a warm fleshy popsicle. Yum 
yum. 

She couldn't believe what she was doing. Holding a penis between her lips. 
What had gotten into her. She wouldn't even do this for her husband. Of 
course, her husband didn't have anything like this between his legs. 

Maybe Freud was right, she thought. Maybe women really did have a penis 
fixation. She certainly had one right now. But she didn't want one attached 
to her-she wanted one buried in her. Fuck Freud! The idiot! 

Bob admitted that the sucking helped ease the pain. "Oh yes!" he moaned. 
"That feels much, much better. Just keep doing that. Ahhhh! So good." 

It took him several minutes to fully appreciate what was transpiring before 
his very eyes. Harold's beautiful wife was slurping on his dick! She was 
going at it as avidly as a child after a chocolate bar. There was only one 
problem. His dick had grown so big that her mouth barely covered the crown. 

She was disappointed that she couldn't get more of it into her mouth, so she 
leaned back and said, "Put it into me, Bob. Come on! Put it into me! Hurry! 
Hurry! Come on!" 

When her soothing ministrations ended, his penis started to grow again! Now 
he really became worried. This was too much of a good thing. Having a boner 
that was the envy of the neighborhood was one thing. Having one that made 
you fall over when it was fully erect was something else entirely. Shit! 
He'd have to buy a wheelbarrow just to carry his dick! 

The organ pulsed again and he screamed, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! It feels like the 
skin is being ripped off. I feel like I'm going to die!" 

Red and Purple were watching the event with considerable interest and with a 
fair amount of concern registering on their horse/dog faces. Red seemed to 
be scolding Purple for using too much of the lotion at one time. 

When the subject of the conversation became apparent to Bob, he shouted, "Oh 
great! Now you tell him, asshole. Just how big is my cock supposed to get? 
As large as the USS Nimitz! And then what am I supposed to do with it? Fuck 
whales! Great! I bet I'll be the biggest attraction at Sea World. Thanks a 
lot, fellas." 

Jan added with lust, "Ummm yes, thanks a lot fellas. You've turned my 
Bobby-poo into a genuine sperm whale." She giggled at her joke. 

His hips started spasming and jerking uncontrollably. He was no longer in 
control of his own body. His penis had acquired a mind of its own and was 
searching desperately for a cunt. Luckily, Jan's was within range. She was 
licking her lips with salacious desire and moving her hips to and fro in an 
overtly sexual invitation. She had managed, somehow to spread her lovely 
thighs even wider apart, so that now they were completely outstretched in an 
obscene V. Perhaps most surprising of all, this prim and proper church-going 
neighbor-the beautiful woman who never uttered so much as the word 
"damn"-began saying, "Please fuck me, Bob. God, how I need it! Look at how 
big and beautiful your cock has become. Look at how splayed I am! Oh, let's 
fuck, baby! Let's fuck! That's a fucking machine if I ever saw one. Ram it 
home, honey. Momma needs dick, badly." 

That she did. Her entire slit was spread apart. 

The clitoris was standing nearly an inch tall and it wiggled back and forth 
like the tail of a little animal. 

Well, he always obliged a pretty lady when she made a request. 

He placed the head of his penis at her vaginal entrance and let it soak in 
her feminine juices for a while, allowing it to slither between her nether 
lips while seeking out her womanly hole. When she felt it poking at her 
labia, she moaned and said, "Ahhhhh! That feels so good. Now, just slide it 
in." 

"Jan, maybe I better not. It's still growing." 

"So?" she said as she licked her lips. 

"So! What if I get it in and it gets stuck? You know, we might wind up like 
a couple of dogs." 

"Yum yum. That would be nice." 

"Jan! I'm serous. We could be permanently locked together." 

"A dream come true," she sighed. "Or maybe, a true dream of cum." 

"I don't know what they've done, but I don't want to hurt you." 

"Don't worry darling," she replied. "What they've done for you, they've also 
done for me." 

She had a point. Therefore, without any further hesitation, he rammed his 
dick home in a wonderful moment of sexual bliss. He worried that his immense 
organ might be too large and hurt her, but it sunk in smoothly, without any 
extra effort. 

She was right. The same lotion that had worked anatomical wonders on his 
extended organ, had done the same for her internal ones. 

She was as good on the inside as the outside. Her cunt was like a slick 
highway laid in a smooth tunnel. When he was completely buried deeply within 
her, he said, "I can't believe it! How in the world did you ever manage to 
take it all, Jan?" 

She was in a state of delirious and ecstatic bliss, but managed to reply, 
"Ahhhh Ohhhhh I don't know. But ... ahhhh this is the best I've ever had. 

I'm just glad that you're not a slim jim, Bob. Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" 

She couldn't believe how great her cunt felt. She could feel every ridge and 
bump of his dick. She was stuffed like a turkey and loving every minute. Her 
pussy had never been expanded to his width before--not even when she shoved 
a Coke bottle part of the way up her snatch after watching a Robert Redford 
movie when she was a teenager. At that time, she thought a one-time 
experience with a cold glass bottle would be the last of super stuffing. But 
suddenly, she had been reintroduced to the pleasure. 

Without any further talking, the two of them began fucking as if there were 
no tomorrow, no yesterday, only the here and now of glorious, unrestrained, 
sexual abandonment. He looked down and watched his dick sliding in and out 
of her cunt. 

Every nerve in his dick felt like it was on fire. Every capillary in his 
testicles seemed to be packed with twice as much blood and six times as much 
sperm as normal. His halls had somehow grown to the size of grapefruit and 
weighed as much as lead-filled bean bags. God only knew what had happened to 
make them grow that big! Would they ever return to normal? Secretly, he 
hoped not. 

There wasn't anything quite like the feel of dick tightly trapped within 
cunt. A man could try a lot of things in his life-sports, mountaineering, 
drugs, business-but fucking was the most blissful of all. And fucking with a 
newly enlarged penis was a sensation beyond compare. It fit more tightly 
into small crevasses, and slid more smoothly against slick surfaces. Ahhhh. 

While pumping his way in and out of Jan's body he had to admit that he never 
knew such pleasure before in his life. And from the beauteous expression on 
her face, neither had she. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her mouth 
hung open, and all the while she kept screaming, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! 
More! More! More! Give me more! More! More! Please, please, please! Don't 
stop! Ever! Oh fuck!" 

She had been turned into a foul-mouthed nymphomaniac, and Bob, into an 
unrestrained satyr. For her part, Jan wasn't behaving like any women he had 
ever known, She was acting like the most sex-hungry woman on the planet. It 
could be said with no exaggeration whatsoever that this woman craved cock. 
Lucky for her, she had found the Dick of the Century! 

She was tight, wet, and warm, and to Bob, at that moment, those were the 
most important attributes any female could possibly possess. Every once in a 
while she would open her eyes and look directly into his, signifying some 
shared psychological experience-as if they were the only two people in human 
history who had achieved this supreme level of bliss. Didn't the Hindus have 
a religious description for this sexual state? Bob raked his memory and the 
term "seventh-level" kept coming to mind. 

Jan occasionally looked down and watched Bob pummel her vagina. She was 
surprised that her cunt could handle an organ the size of his. Certainly 
Harold didn't have anything this big. No way! His was only a tiny shrimp. 
Well, that was certainly no shrimp burrowing into her down there. It was 
more like an eel-a long, thick, and dark eel. Or, the trunk of an elephant. 
Or, a fence post. A smooth fence post. All covered with throbbing veins. 
Yes, tonight Harold's wife was receiving the fuck of her life and she was 
delighting in every minute of it. She giggled at the thought and gave a 
couple of extra special vaginal squeezes to Bob's organ in appreciation. 

"Where did you ... uhhh ... learn that trick?" he asked. 

"I've always been able ... unnnnhh ... to do ... ahhh ... that. Ever since 
... unnnhhh ... I was a young girl ... ahhh ... annd ... I ... unnnghhh ... 
learned ... unnnnh ... about ... gardening ... ahhh." 

"Gardening. ... uhhh?" 

"Un huh. Unnnnngghhhh! Cucumbers ... ahhhh! Unnnnhhhh! Squash . ... ahhhh! 
Unnnh. Bananas. ... ahhhh!" 

"Thank God for Johnny Appleseed," said Bob as he gave an extra hard shove. 

She had no idea of how she was being supported, nor did she care. Apparently 
it had to do with zero gravity. Realizing that she wouldn't fall-no matter 
what she did-she wrapped her long legs around Bob's waist. With her calves 
acting like a vise, she clasped him tighter to her love box. 

For the first time in her life, she couldn't get enough cock. To feel more 
of him inside of her, she gripped his buttocks with her ankles, encouraging 
him onward like a jockey does a horse. "Oh darling! Get on in there and pump 
away, please." 

Bob felt like a Nordic god! His dick was straight out of the legends of 
mythology. He rammed! He screwed! He shoved and withdrew, and buried it 
again and again into the luscious depths of his V gorgeous blonde neighbor. 
He exalted in his god-like, youthful performance, feeling Olympian with 
every stroke. 

Every once in a while he would really jam one home and she would gasp, "Oh 
Bob! That feels so good--so utterly glorious." 

"You like it, huh?" he teased and would immediately follow it with another 
cunt-stunner. "Ohhh! You better believe it." 

He was thankful that the aliens had captured Jan and not some dried-up old 
hag from the nursing home down the street. He would be vomiting right now if 
that had been the case. Instead the aliens had seen fit to pick up the most 
gorgeous piece of ass in the state and deliver her to the homiest male in 
the county. That thought made his dick twitch. 

She felt him twitch within her. "And where did you learn that trick?" she 
asked with a smile. 

"It's just natural with us males." He twitched his cock again. 

"Oh bullshit. My husband never does that." 

Bob looked in her eyes as he fucked into her and thought about the 
incongruity of screwing his neighbor while discussing the husband. "Maybe he 
needs to be captured by aliens and given a twelve-inch dick like me?" 

"That would be nice, but I'm quite satisfied with this particular make and 
model." 

"If we get back to earth can I still park it your garage?" 

She laughed and said, "Maybe." 

"By the way, how often do you and Harold do it?" She laughed, "I can't 
believe the personal nature of your questions. I think you get off on 
adultery." 

He gave her a couple of lengthy strokes and said, "I have to admit that 
thought has crossed my mind. There's something erotic about screwing a man's 
wife while discussing the husband." 

"Harold and I do it about twice a month," she confessed. 

"Twice a month! Shit! If I were married to you, I'd do it twice a day-in 
addition to twice before waking." 

She looked at him lustfully and replied, "You don't have to marry me to 
fulfill that promise." 

The unmistakable guarantee was there. Bob sensed it when he looked into her 
lust-contorted face. "You're saying that your garage may be open for 
occupancy when Harold's not around?" he asked as he thrust into her a couple 
of more times. 

"I'm saying that the garage may be open whenever you like-whether Harold is 
around or not. You know how he is with those geography books. He'll never 
peek outside. We could probably fuck in the middle of the petunias and he 
wouldn't notice." 

Slowly, but surely, sperm rose from the very depths of Bob's testicles, into 
the base of his cock, and then into the shaft itself. 

Rising! Rising! Rising! 

The pre-ejaculatory phase was upon him and the semen needed to be released. 
Deep within, he felt it start to bubble. He had never experienced anything 
like that before. For a second he worried that the aliens had injected some 
spiders into his scrotum and they were crawling around on his balls. But no! 
It was merely copious gobs of super sperm collecting at the bottom of his 
bag for a blast-off into Jan's cunt. 

Man! Whatever was taking place down there felt absolutely terrific. As if 
all the sperm he had ever ejaculated since puberty was awaiting a 
spontaneous release. He imagined his dick looked like an overinflated inner 
tube which was ready to explode. 

Jan seemed to sense that something extraordinary was about to take place. 
She was gasping, panting, clinging, pumping, and saying, "Oh baby! Give me 
everything that you've got. Everything. Don't keep any of that good stuff. 
Splash me. Do you hear? Splash me." 

"Oh Jan! I can't tell you how good this feels. It's great." 

He worried that his first ejaculation would be his last. But no, instead, 
his balls became a bottomless cauldron of warm sperm. Literally gallons 
flooded into her. 

When the first load went in she screamed,, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!," just like women 
did in those pornographic novels. And she kept screaming like that for a 
full minute. 

He worried that she may have snapped. One too many strokes with a 
twelve-inch dick can do that to a prim little female from the Midwest. 

To his surprise, he had reached a level of continual orgasm. Every time he 
thrust forward, he would ejaculate again. This was most unusual because he 
had never been able to maintain an erection after dumping his load. Usually 
he would simply withdraw and fall asleep. But his alien fuck was something 
else. Not only did Randolph stay as hard as before ejaculation, but it 
seemed to grow bigger. 

What a magnificent invention! 

And Jan, who would normally never allow sperm to stay in her vagina after 
intercourse, enjoyed the feeling of several cupfuls sloshing around. This 
was so unlike intercourse with Harold. After an infrequent bout of the 
"in-out" with him, she would disengage quickly, rush to the bathroom, and 
douche as rapidly and as thoroughly as possible. But with this alien fuck, 
she wasn't about to disengage from the best prong on earth, and certainly 
didn't mind the viscous trail of semen sliding down her pretty thighs. 

Throughout all of this fucking, the aliens took notes on the sexual escapade 
in front of them. And when Red wasn't taking notes, he was attempting to 
stick his horse/dog face into Jan's snatch. Apparently he enjoyed her taste 
so much that he wanted to savor it one more time with his tongue. Unlike 
last time, Jan now looked on the that tongue as a wonderful evolutionary 
appendage, and blatantly encouraged him to slurp away by trying to aim the 
Vee of her ass towards it. 

Sometime during Bob's fortieth or fiftieth orgasm, he noticed that his arms 
and legs were no longer restrained, nor were Jan's. Now, along with their 
fucking they could commence hugging. He reached behind her and with one hand 
held her head. His other hand trailed up and down the length of her back, 
coming to rest at the small of her waist. His dick was so big that he 
thought he could feel it pounding into her. 

"Oh Bob!" she murmured. "I never dreamed that sex could be so wonderful. I 
never want you to stop." 

There was little likelihood of that. His dick was still as large, and the 
muscles in his back were just as strong. 

"This has to be a superior civilization," he said. "Any galaxy that can do 
this with sex must be advanced." 

"Amen to that," Jan added. "Mankind could take lessons from these folks." 

Purple lowered a movie projector down to the space between Jan's thighs and 
showed the fucking close-up on an overhead screen. Normally, such a sight of 
a big dark-colored dick burrowing into a lovely blonde cunt would have sent 
Bob into sexual ecstasy, but since it was his dick and his performance, and 
he was already in ecstasy, he simply continued with his pummeling without 
missing a stroke. 

In a little while she noticed the overhead image and said, "Wow! Look, Bob! 
It's just like you said! They've got it all on film. I'm going to be an 
intergalactic movie star. Wheeee!" 

He was so busy fucking that he didn't notice several other aliens gathered 
around watching the action. Like their colleagues, they intensely watched 
the main act. A few of them were making wagers on how long Bob could last. 

When Jan saw them, she released one arm from around Bob's waist and waved. 
"Hi!" she said. "Care to join the party? We're having one fuck of a good 
time. However, you've got to wait your turn." 

Prim and Proper Jan was becoming downright brazen in her attitude, almost as 
if she were drunk on the aphrodisiac. 

Some of them waved back with their claw/hands-those same appendages that had 
caused her so much torment and distress only several hours beforehand. 

For hours Bob jammed away-sometimes faster, sometimes slower-all the time 
enjoying the effort. The more he fucked, the more he wanted to fuck. He had 
no idea where he got the strength, nor the energy, nor the endurance, to 
continue such a maestro-like performance. And with every thrust of his dick, 
another tablespoonful of sperm was delivered into her waiting nest. 

Jan's eyes were glazed over with lust. Every time the head of his penis 
pushed against her cervix she would gasp with pleasure. Her eyelids would 
flutter a little, and her nostrils would flare slightly-remarkably similar 
to those dolls that opened their eyes when placed upright. He'd ram his huge 
dick in, and her pretty blue eyes would twinkle. He loved to watch her 
reaction to his thrusts and repeated his experiment over and over. 

Whatever was taking place in her pussy sure felt good. If she'd known how 
good Bob was at fucking, she would have engaged in adultery with him long 
ago. If they got back to earth she would make amends. She'd visit him 
regularly. She'd fuck him like a mink. 

To Bob, Jan looked positively gorgeous. Stuffing her body full of cock had 
done wonders for her complexion. Her skin literally glowed with healthy 
vitality while her blue eyes shone with excitement. 

"Bob ... Bob...?" she was attempting to ask a question. 

"Yes, Jan?" 

"Are you aware that I'm in a constant orgasmic state?" 

"I sort of got that impression." 

"How did they do it? What's the name of that substance? Is it available in 
stores?" 

"I don't know what it is, but if I ever get back to earth I'm going to 
purchase every bottle containing an orange-colored lotion having little 
green flecks." 

"Promise to lend me some if you find it?" she said. 

He looked at her wickedly and replied, "Only if you promise to help me use 
it." 

Jan must have had three thousand orgasms-one right after another, every ten 
seconds-for hours on end. He would hold her tightly, while she shuddered her 
climax. He began to notice a pattern. Whenever she was near orgasm, she 
would raise herself to a point where only the head of the cock was buried in 
the outer folds of her cunt. She remained suspended like that for a few 
seconds, and then she would slam herself down hard, so as to get as much 
cock rammed into her as possible. With a cunt full of cock, and a proper 
amount of vaginal stimulation, she'd scream like a banshee. 

Bob loved to watch her shake from her orgasmic fits. Her resplendent breasts 
bounced like over-filled water balloons. Her thin arms would cling that much 
more tightly to him. Her knees would come up to her armpits, and she'd shake 
her pelvis from side-to-side like a mamba dancer. 

He loved the feel of her legs as she clasped him tightly. Some women had a 
slight stubble on their legs, but not Jan. She was as clean shaven as a 
baby's bottom. There wasn't a smidgen of hair to be felt along her entire 
length of leg-from the crotch to the ankle. 

In addition, she'd run her tongue around the outside of her lips as she 
entered an orgasmic fit and encourage him on in the most foul-mouthed 
language that she knew. 

"Oh fuck it good, Bob! Oh fuck it good. Take me to the moon with that dick 
of yours. Ram it home and ram it home again." 

She loved to hold him following each orgasm. First, she would feel her hard 
little nipples press into his chest, followed by the warm cushion of her 
firm breasts rubbing against his pectorals. She would then press her belly 
to his and rub it from side to side, enjoying the slickness of flesh against 
flesh. Once she reacquired the energy, she would smile to indicate that she 
was ready for another go-round. 

Everything about her had taken on a super sensuality. She giggled every time 
she rubbed her distended nipples against his hairy chest. She would lean 
back a bit and just let the tips nestle in his hair. Occasionally she would 
position herself so that their nipples were touching each other. She took 
delight in trying to get their pubic hairs entangled. She'd slide her pelvis 
as low as it would go onto the base of his cock, and then rotate her pubic 
mound in concentric little circles, trying very hard to ensnare a few of his 
curly hairs into her curly hairs. 

"Wow!" she gasped and giggled. "If Harold could see what I'm doing, he'd 
shit a brick." 

She could never talk very long, because she was always going into, or coming 
out of, another orgasm-always shouting "Unnnnnggghh," or "Ahhhh," or 
"Unnnnnnn!" How many orgasms she had would be anybody's guess, but the fact 
remained that she had hundreds-over and over-never disengaging, with Bob 
always pumping feverishly, constantly, enthusiastically up into her luscious 
body. 

She could feel Bob squirt tablespoon after tablespoon of sperm into her 
cunt. Gobs of it began to trickle down her long thighs and splash in large 
droplets onto the floor. 

Red, who seemed to have a fetish for everything that dripped out to Jan's 
cunt, bent down and licked at the puddle. Occasionally he would flick his 
tongue and lick her legs clean. 

She was no longer repulsed when she felt the alien tongue lapping on her 
thighs. In fact, she would look down, giggle, and encourage the creature to 
keep licking. 

"Come on, fellow. Can't you get a little higher. Look where my Bob-boy has 
his wicker. All the way up in the very middle of my pussy. Come on! You have 
the equipment. I know you can do better than that. Get in there and lick!" 

She gave a couple of particularly hefty shoves with her pelvis-indicating 
that she was truly turned on. She said to Bob, "He may have the longest 
tongue in the galaxy, but there's not a person in the solar system with a 
bigger prick than yours. " Bob complimented her with a couple of 
cunt-stunners that made her eyes open fully and her breath come in short 
little gasps. He drilled into her with such fervor that her teeth chattered 
on the in-stroke. 

She was absolutely wild with sex. She had never been so uninhibited before. 
She had come to the conclusion that she loved cock. She wanted to be filled 
with it as often and as frequently as possible. The more the merrier. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Hours and hours seemed to pass. Jan blinked her eyes. She felt completely 
sated-as if she had just had sex with dozens of men. Indeed, instead of 
feeling fatigued, as she would have expected after such an ordeal, she felt 
deliriously happy. 

When she awoke, she noticed that she was completely nude and her hands 
were-cupping her sex in a most unlady-like manner. If that wasn't enough, 
she saw that her legs were spread wide and bent at the knees so she could 
probe more deeply into her moist feminine treasure. And if that weren't 
enough, she actually had a couple of fingers buried deeply in her vagina, 
slowly pumping away. 

She looked around at her surroundings to determine where she was. It took 
her a considerable amount of time to realize that she was alone in her 
bedroom, in her own bed, in her own house. It was early morning and the sun 
was shining brightly through the window. 

She shook her head in disbelief. 

Everything had been a dream! 

Everything! 

There were no aliens on the premises. There was no orange aphrodisiac on her 
pussy. There was no well-endowed neighbor waiting to service her. She had 
simply dreamed the entire incident. 

"Oh dear!" she gasped, biting her lower lip nervously. "If that was a dream, 
it was the wildest I've ever had! Wow! Double wow!" 

She didn't bother to remove her hands from between her legs. In fact, she 
didn't bother to remove them from her sex. In fact, she didn't stop rubbing 
her sex. She was content to simply remain in her bed with her legs splayed 
wide, playing with herself and having a good time with her palpitating 
pussy. 

"Oh dear!" she moaned blissfully as she rubbed. "I'm going to have to read 
sci-fi novels more often." She arched her pubis so that it pressed more 
firmly into her palm. 

It didn't take her long to realize what she needed. 

She needed cock! Plain and simple. And the bigger the cock, the better it 
would be for her. 

She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips as she trailed her index finger 
along the length of her womanly gash. The little dell was pulsing 
provocatively and enticing her to explore more thoroughly. 

She rubbed the little nubbin of her clitoris. "Ohhhh! I need a cock right at 
this very minute," she moaned in desperation as she lifted her entire pelvis 
off the bedspread. 

She turned her head to the side and looked at the clock radio. She realized 
that her husband wouldn't be home for another couple of days. She knew that 
she couldn't wait that long. She needed sexual relief now! In fact, she 
doubted if she could wait until that afternoon. She had to quell the sexual 
fire which raged like a wildfire within her. 

With a couple of fingers buried deeply in her vagina she got up from bed and 
walked to the window. She walked daintily, taking little steps, because she 
was occupied with her pussy. 

She gazed out into the backyard and surveyed the premises to verify that 
there were no alien creatures lurking about. 

She was disappointed when she couldn't find any. 

She looked across the hedge and saw her neighbor, Bob Collins. He was still 
sitting on his back patio, drinking another beer. Apparently he had been 
outdoors all night. 

She gazed at him. She had to confess that she found him sexually attractive. 
He was a remarkably handsome fellow, with a well-chiseled face and an 
angular jawline. He had a large virile chest and manly biceps which bulged 
from his powerful arms. She liked the fact that he had a healthy tan and not 
a sickly pale complexion like her Harold. She also admired his sinewy legs 
and his well-sculpted quadriceps. He looked like a Greek god. 

She breathed deeply as she admired his features. 

But what most intrigued her about his physical appearance was his 
washboard-like tummy. He had an abdomen which looked as if it were made of 
steel. Even though he drank a lot of beer, there wasn't any sign of a beer 
belly on his midriff. In fact, there wasn't any sign of fat anywhere on his 
body. He was a lean, mean Adonis. 

She sighed at the sight of him. She was admiring him as a man for the first 
time. 

She allowed her eyes to drop to the level of his crotch. She could detect a 
bulge there. From all indications, he sported a rather healthy reproductive 
tool. 

She licked her lips as she continued to stare. And the longer she stared, 
the more light-headed she became. She also noticed that her nipples had 
puckered and her breathing became more ragged. 

She brought her left hand to her right breast and squeezed. She noticed that 
her titties had swollen considerably in the past few minutes and were now 
much more sensitive. 

She released another sigh as she squeezed herself. 

Suddenly a naughty thought stuck her. 

Of course! She should have thought of it sooner. She would make love with 
Bob. Sex with him would cure her hominess. 

She hurried on her way down the stairs, keeping her index finger buried in 
her pussy as she scurried along. She dashed out into the morning air and 
hurried across the lawn. 

"Hi, Bob," she said in a voice as sweet as honey. 

He heard his name and looked up from his porno magazine. 

It took him a second to speak. He was too stunned for words. Finally, he 
managed to say, "Holy shit!" 

There, standing on the other side of the hedge, was a sight he had long 
hoped to see. Jan Matson without her clothes. 

"I need a cock," she said, matter-of-factly. 

Once more, Bob was taken aback. Although he had long heard such phrases 
coming from the lips of hookers, he never dreamed of hearing such words 
coming from the lips of someone like Jan. It would be similar to Connie 
Chung turning to Dan Rather during the middle of a newscast and saying, 
"Dan, I need some cock. Can you satisfy my urge?" 

Needless to say, Bob Collins developed an instantaneous hard-on. His cock 
stood up as quick as a wink, and it became as hard as the Washington 
Monument. 

He cleared his throat as he surveyed her ample charms. "Would you mind 
coming over here and telling me what this is all about?" 

"Sure," she said with a happy lilt in her voice. He watched as she walked 
around the hedge and stepped onto the patio. His eyes were following every 
sensual bounce of her swollen titties, every wondrous sway of her womanly 
hips, and every glorious movement of her curvaceous ass. 

"I had the weirdest dream, Bob. Really, the weirdest dream." 

He cleared his throat as he stared at her nipples. The woman was USDA Grade 
A Prime. "Well, tell me about it." 

"I dreamed I was picked up by aliens." 

"Aliens?" he asked, curiously. 

"Yes, you know, creatures in UFOs." 

"Oh." He decided to humor her. He didn't care what her dreams were about. He 
simply wanted to look at her gorgeous body-especially at her lovely full 
tits and her beautiful blonde cunt. She was as good-looking as the Playmate 
of the Year. 

She sat across from him with her feet flat on the floor. Without her legs 
being crossed, he could easily see her pretty little blonde muff. Naturally 
the sight of it gave him a throbbing hard-on. His pecker seemed to have 
filled with a gallon of blood between the time that she stepped onto the 
patio and the moment she sat down to tell him about her dream. 

"It was the most incredible dream I've ever had," she explained. "It was so 
realistic. So genuine. I actually thought that I had been abducted by space 
creatures." 

He noted that she was serious. "Some dreams are like that," he nodded, 
attempting not to stare too intently at her pussy. "Tell me more." 

"They made me do all sorts of unspeakable things." 

His eyes met hers and he asked, "Such as?" 

She blushed, deeply. 

For the first time in his life he noticed that when a woman blushed, not 
only her cheeks displayed a change in coloration, but also the upper slopes 
of her breasts. That was a charming little tidbit of knowledge which he 
would file away for further reference. 

She cleared her throat. "They forced me to have sex." 

"They did? With whom?" 

"First, three of them handled me in all kinds of manners." 

He was confused. "Handled you? Could you explain yourself?" 

She lowered her voice. "They performed cunnilingus on me." 

He found it increasingly difficult to control himself. He wanted to smile. 
Nevertheless, the dream was becoming more interesting by the moment. He was 
now listening intently. "Tell me more." 

"And ... and ... then, you made love to me." 

He couldn't help smiling. "I did?" 

"Yes. Many, many times. And I dreamed that your penis was very big." 

He smiled broadly. "Well, it is." 

Now it was her turn to be surprised. "Really?" 

"Yes, here, take a look." With those words he reached down and unzipped his 
shorts. With dexterity borne from years of masturbatory experience, he 
reached in and whipped out his pecker. He waved it in front of her as if it 
were a rubber salami. 

"Good lord!" she gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth. "It really is a 
foot-long!" 

"Yea!" he boasted with proudly. "It's something, isn't it?" 

She couldn't keep her eyes off of it. She was more fascinated by its size 
than anything she had ever seen. She had no idea that penises could grow 
that big. After all, Harold only had a three-inch stubby between his legs. 

But Bob's was something else. His was the kind of cock which could give a 
woman real pleasure. His was the kind of reproductive organ which could send 
a woman into utter blissful ecstasy. His was the kind of cock which dreams 
were made of. His was a B-52 as opposed to a Cessna 180. His packed the 
punch of an atomic blast as opposed to that of a firecracker. 

Her pussy throbbed at the thought of being filled with it. She looked him 
directly in the eyes and said, "I need you to make love to me, Bob." 

His smile now went from ear to ear. "Wow! You're certainly coming around." 

She reached out and grabbed his pecker with her right hand. Without waiting 
to be asked, she began to run her palm up and down its fat length. She 
caressed it and tugged it. 

He looked at her dainty hand wrapped around his mighty organ. He loved the 
way she moved her manicured fingers in a masturbatory fashion. He smiled 
stupidly. "There's no need for you to do that." 

"There isn't?" 

"No. Just lay back and I'll make love to you." 

"Where do you want me?" 

"Anywhere you choose, doll. Anywhere you choose." 

She looked around. "How about here-atop the picnic table?" 

"Sounds great to me. " He didn't care. He would have fucked her atop the 
doghouse. 

Immediately she crawled atop the table and lay flat on her back. In order to 
entice him to enter her, she drew her legs up and reached down between her 
thighs. She then spread her legs and then immediately spread the lips of her 
cunt so that the pinkness therein was plainly visible. 

Bob was salivating at the sight of her open gash. Some men found beauty in 
the natural wonders of America such as Yosemite Valley, the Grand Canyon, or 
the Great Smokey Mountains. But Bob found the true beauty of America to 
reside between a woman's thighs. There wasn't anything more lovely than 
cunt. There wasn't anything in the universe more enticing than pussy. There 
wasn't anything anywhere which he would rather look at for hours than the 
palpitating sex of a beautiful woman. 

He removed his shorts and discarded his under-wear. "Tell me, are you always 
this direct with Harold?" 

"No, Bob. I've never been this direct with any man." 

"Then why the change in your behavior?" 

"It's that silly dream. It has done this to me. It has turned me into a 
nymphomaniac." She rotated her hips to and fro in a salacious invitation for 
him to step forward and slip his organ into her. 

Bob placed his hands on her knees to spread them further apart. He needed 
more room to maneuver. He intended to fuck her until she begged for mercy. 

She looked up into his eyes and said, "You know, Harold only has a 
three-inch cock." 

Bob was stunned by the news. "Three inches?" 

"Yes. If he had twelve like you, I doubt if I would ever get off of my back. 
I'd contentedly fuck my days away." She smiled and batted her lashes 
seductively. 

Bob ran his hands down her inner thighs, caressing her, spreading her 
further. "And you know something-if I had a wife like you, I wouldn't allow 
you to get up off of you back. I'd keep you content by fucking you five 
times per day." 

She lifted her pelvis off the picnic table and offered him an unobstructed 
view of her charms. She licked her lips and whispered, "We were made for 
each other, lover. Now put that salami into me." 

"Your wish is my command, lady." 

And with those words, Bob came forward and positioned himself between her 
beautiful thighs. She held the lips of her sex wide open so he would have no 
difficulty locating the hole. He wrapped his hand around the base of his 
shaft and then angled himself so that the tip of his dick was in perfect 
alignment with her gaping vagina. 

"Oh, give it to me, Bob. Please!" 

"It's coming, babe. It's coming!" 

"Oh, please don't hold out! Please!" 

Slowly but surely-with the utmost care-he began to put himself into her. 
Inch by inch. Centimeter by centimeter. Millimeter by millimeter. 

"Ohhhh!" she sighed as she felt the contact of flesh against flesh-male 
against female. "Ahhhh! That feels good." 

"Nothing feels better than a hard cock sliding into a moist cunt." 

"Ohhhh!" she gasped. "Especially when the cock is a big one like yours. 
Ohhhh!" 

It made him feel good to know that he was appreciated. 

He couldn't believe how tight she was. Her pussy was like a velvet glove. 
It-was so snug that he momentarily worried about pre-mature ejaculation. He 
hadn't been inside of a woman with such a perfect snatch in ages. 

He began to move his cock back and forth within her. Slowly at first-so as 
not to elicit too much of a response. However, even the slightest movement 
caused her to become excessively aroused. 

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she sighed. 

She couldn't get over how much difference size mattered. A bigger cock 
equalled greater pleasure. Huge cock equalled ecstasy. With a foot of cock a 
woman was likely to achieve nirvana. She had never been stretched so widely. 
Her little pussy felt stuffed like a ten-pound turkey with twenty pounds of 
dressing. She spread her lovely legs wider in an attempt to better 
accommodate him. In fact, she gave him the entire one hundred and eighty 
degrees. Soon, she was stretched so wide that the tendons on her inner 
thighs stood out plainly beneath the flawless creamy flesh. 

"Oh Bob! You really fill me up." 

"That's the idea." 

Unintentionally, she began to rotate her hips. It seemed as if her lower 
body had a will of its own. There was something instinctive about a woman's 
pelvis which caused it to move lewdly whenever a penis was in the vicinity. 
There had to be a gene involved when it sensed penis. 

With every inward thrust she was taken to a higher plateau of pleasure. With 
each powerful drilling she felt as if she might faint from ecstasy. Sex had 
never been like this for her. Never! 

"Oh Bob! Oh Bob!" 

Bob hadn't noticed how exposed they were in the middle of his backyard. If 
Harold came home and looked out the window, he would certainly see them 
making love in the full light of the morning sun. Although Bob wasn't 
particularly afraid of her wimpy hubby, he still had reservations about 
committing adultery in broad daylight when a rifle aim was at its optimum. 

"Maybe we should fuck in the garage, Jan." 

She was too delirious with pleasure to answer. "Ahhhhhh!" 

He quickly pulled himself out. 

It took her a minute to realize what had happened. She opened her eyes and 
exclaimed, "Hey! What are you doing?" 

"Come on. Let's go into the garage." 

"I thought we were going to do it here." 

"We were, but I changed my mind." 

"And they say that women are fickle." 

Jan raised herself and got to her feet. The sinewy muscles of her legs shone 
in the sunlight as she stood upright. Her calves stood out and appeared very 
sexy as well. And the muscles in her rounded posterior looked lovely as they 
flexed. They could give a hard-on to a fence post. 

Bob watched as she ran towards the garage. Her well-sculpted derriere shook 
delightfully as she scurried along. Naturally, he concentrated on that 
region beneath her pussy. Looking at the juncture of her legs brought an 
immediate twitch to his penis that couldn't be suppressed for long. 

When she stepped inside she looked back over her shoulder and hollered, 
"Last one in is a rotten egg." 

He jumped up and dashed after her, running at full speed with a foot long 
erection bobbing up and down in front of him like a fishing pole. When he 
stepped into the garage, he closed the door, lowered the shade covering the 
window, and turned on an overhead light. He stood in front of her and asked, 
"Let me look at that gorgeous body and see if you're as good looking as I've 
always thought." 

She turned and posed, displaying herself. No longer was she reluctant to 
show everything she had. The Prim and Proper neighbor was a thing of the 
past. She had been transformed after a night of orgasms. 

He could see that her body was as beautiful as he had remembered it. She 
possessed the same gorgeous complexion, the same perfect shape, and the same 
perfect posture. She was indeed the same fuckable female. "I don't know what 
I like most about you, Jan. Absolutely everything is perfect. 

Your face, your body, your posture. I love it all." She smiled and pointed 
to her lips. "Do you like these?" she asked. 

"Yes. Especially if they're wrapped around my big dick, sucking away." 

She laughed. "Do you like the dimple in my chin? That alien in my dream 
seemed to find it particularly attractive." 

"I do too, especially if it's nudging my balls." 

"Bob!" she feigned shock. "You're nothing but a dirty old man." 

"I may be dirty, but I'm not old." 

"Well, you dirty men all love breasts. Do you like these?" she pointed to 
hers. 

"That goes without saying. Your tits are without equal." 

"I suppose that you'd advise me to leave them out all day so you could watch 
them bounce about." 

"I wouldn't mind. Then I could see them as they dangled over the petunias, 
or feast my eyes on them while you dug in the vegetables." He reached up and 
began fondling the twin beauties, caressing them tenderly. "I especially 
like to watch them jiggle when you do yard work. And I just love your rosy 
nipples." 

He traced a prominent vein on the underside of her left tit, moving his 
fingertip from one point to another. 

She moaned from his sensual touch. 

"I like to watch your nipples turn into little pin points." 

She continued to moan from his caress, flagrantly offering herself to his 
wandering hands. 

"I like to see your whole areola prune up." 

She looked down and breathed heavily, "Like they're doing right now." 

"Yes, except I like to taste them when they do that." 

"Soup's on!" she said with a bright beaming smile. He bent his head and 
started licking, first on one tit and then the other. In between licks he 
asked, "Tell me, Jan, what did you feel when that alien in your dream 
tongued your breasts?" 

She pressed his head to her nipple and explained, "It actually felt 
pleasurable-just as long as I didn't have to look at him. At first I was 
very worried that he wanted to hurt me, but once I saw that he had no 
harmful intent, I started to let go." 

"I think your dream was telling you to be more promiscuous." 

"I think you're right." 

Bob stood up and looked in her face. He held a hand to her abdomen and 
Commented, "I also like your tummy. How do you keep it so fit and trim?" 

"I watch what I eat and I get plenty of exercise. " He slipped his hands 
around the small of her waist and asked, "If we fuck for an hour will that 
hurt your exercise routine?" 

She laughed as she playfully slapped his upright penis. "I doubt it. 
Besides, I think fucking is going to be part of my daily regimen from now 
on. Vigorous sex bums a lot of calories." 

"And what if you drink my sperm?" he whispered lustfully in her ear. "Would 
that hurt your diet?" She chuckled. "Haven't you heard? Sperm is very 
digestible and filled with all sorts of nourishing protein-especially when 
it's fresh from the container. Females need to get their minimum daily 
requirement." 

Bob felt between her shapely thighs and said, "I especially like this part 
of your body." 

"Why's that?" she smiled, knowingly. 

"Because it's so pretty just nestled there awaiting a large dick to come 
along and bring it pleasure and happiness. " He worked two of his fingers 
into her and wiggled them back and forth. 

"And where will I find such a dick?" she asked as she angled her pelvis to 
give him greater access. 

"Just feel between my legs," he replied. "That Bud's for you." 

She reached down and felt his hard-on. "Hmm! And let me see if you're as 
good of a fucker in reality as you were in my dreams." 

They embraced and kissed gently. Ironically, it was their first kiss. He 
stuck his tongue between her lips, and she willingly sucked on it as if it 
were a small penis. She loved it snaking across her gums and teeth. Harold 
never did anything so sensual. With him it was always a simple peck on the 
cheek But with Bob, kissing achieved an entirely new dimension. She could 
feel it all the way to the lips of her cunt. 

When they broke apart, Bob looked and saw that Jan was still as excited as 
him. 

"Oh wow!" she exclaimed. "Your hand feels so good on my breast." 

"And your palm feels so good on my penis." 

"Do you think that we could do it again before you have to go back inside?" 

She smiled and said, "Please put your penis where it belongs, mister. Don't 
dally." 

He pulled out a cot from under the work bench and spread a blanket over it. 
She lay down, rested her head on a pillow, and spread her thighs wide apart. 

"Do you like what you see, Bob?" she teased. "You better believe it," he 
replied. He moved his hand to his penis and asked, "How about you? Do you 
like this twelve-inch present that I have for you?" 

"It's a nice present," she whispered to him as he positioned himself between 
her thighs. "Bring it here and I'll put it in my gift box. I'll wrap it with 
my special vaginal paper." 

He eased his present into her gift box, carefully giving her all twelve 
inches in a single stroke. 

She giggled and said, "Harold doesn't have anything resembling this 
battering ram. I can feel you right up to my throat." 

He began to fuck her, slowly, moving in and out with considerable deftness 
and skill. He chuckled as he established a regular fucking motion, 
withdrawing and returning his penis in measured strides. She aided him by 
lifting her pelvis on the in-stroke, and keeping it raised on the 
out-stroke. She gave a couple of hefty shoves with her pelvis to insure that 
each thrust was met by a counterthrust. 

After a few moments of blissful fucking, she surprised him by saying, "I 
want you to withdraw for a second." 

"Why?" he asked between deep thrusts. 

"So I can lick my love juice off of your nice big dick. I want to kiss it 
for all the joy it's providing me. 

Bob couldn't believe the radical transformation that Miss Prim and Proper 
had undergone since he had lent her the sci-fi novel. Not many women were 
willing to lap love juice. "I really hate to stop in the middle of a 
project," he said. 

"We'll get back to business in only a few minutes," she explained. "I 
promise. Besides, I know you. You're the homiest neighbor alive. Your cock 
would remain erect through a tornado during an earthquake." 

Bob withdrew his penis, causing a slurpy "plop" to sound in the garage. He 
brought the item under discussion to her lips and she licked it clean by 
sucking on it like a popsicle. It was so nice watching a woman enjoy the 
taste of cock-especially a cock which had just been burrowing away in a 
cunt. It was also nice to see someone who didn't regularly give blow jobs, 
go at it with such fervor. There was little doubt that hereafter they would 
spend a lot of time performing this activity. She showed definite promise of 
being a champion cocksucker. True Hall of Fame material. 

"Jan?" he asked. 

"Mmmph," she mumbled, trying to answer with a stuffed mouth. 

"You look lovely like that." 

Even though her mouth was full of cock and her lips were completely sealed 
around his hard shaft, he could see that she was smiling. She chomped on it, 
lathered it with her tongue, and then chomped on it some more. She let her 
teeth just barely sink into the flesh, and then nibbled her way up and down 
as if eating com-on-the-cob. While licking, she detected her own vaginal 
aroma on his organ. Surprisingly, she liked tasting herself as much as she 
liked tasting Bob. 

She especially liked it when she stuck the very tip of her tongue into the 
peehole. He laughed and said, "That tickles." 

She pulled her tongue out and looked up at him. "It's meant to." She put her 
mouth back on the shaft and returned to licking and sucking. Occasionally 
she would pucker her lips and give the tip of his penis a peck. 

And when she wasn't pecking the penis with a pucker, she was licking around 
the crown, gathering up as much of his taste as possible. 

"Jan! You're turning positively wicked." 

"And you love it, you dirty man," she said as she made a lot of slurping 
noise. 

Those well-manicured hands that were always kept so clean, and that never 
allowed dirt from the garden to reach their skin, were now cradling his 
balls. The pink fingernails contrasted sharply against his groin. 

She removed her mouth and began nibbling downward, taking little playful 
bites along the way. When she got to his scrotum she said, "Your bag's as 
big as a watermelon." 

"Don't complain, darling. That's my reservoir of joyjuice." 

She smiled and said, "I want to feel your sperm splashing against the roof 
of my pussy." 

She played with them for a moment or two, noting the way that each 
completely filled one of her palms. They were as big as softballs and shaped 
like avocados. Incredibly, they were much bigger than those of a barnyard 
bull. 

He watched her play with his reproductive equipment. She seemed to find it 
interesting and delighted in touching anything she could get her hands 
on-from the crown of his penis, to the sphincter muscle of his anus. When he 
reached a level of pleasure whereby he could no longer tolerate it, he said, 
"By the way, my dick needs pussy desperately." 

"Your wish is my command," she said between kisses, licks, and slurps. 

"I guess I'll just put Randolph where he belongs. " She paused for a second. 
"Er ... what did you say?" 

"I'll just put old Randolph here where he belongs. That's the pet name I use 
for my pecker." 

She remained silent before commenting, "That's odd." 

"What?" 

"That's the same name you used for your cock in my dream." 

He blinked his eyes. "Oh Jan, it must be a coincidence." 

Her eyes opened wide. "Perhaps we really were picked up by aliens." 

He chuckled. "I hardly think so. I'm more prone to believe in telepathy. I 
think that I masturbated so many times over the years with you on my mind, 
that your subconscious picked up my thoughts." That explanation satisfied 
her. "Slide Randolph into Rhonda." 

"Rhonda?" he asked with smile. 

"Hey!" she smiled. "Two can play at this game." Bob looked down at his penis 
and said, "What do you say, Randolph? Would you like to visit Rhonda?" He 
shook his dick up and down, as if it were nodding affirmatively. "It says 
yes." 

Jan looked down and pretended to talk to Bob's penis, "Rhonda needs someone 
to visit her, Randolph. I know she likes you. Why not come in and stay 
awhile?" 

Bob placed the head of his dick at the opening of her cunt, but didn't 
immediately shove it in. "What are you waiting for?" 

"An invitation." 

"A what?" 

"An invitation." 

She smiled and said invitingly, "Would you please put your dick in my pussy 
before I scream." 

"Ask me nice, Jan." 

She was panting, desperate for relief. "Please, please put your dick in my 
cunt. I really want it badly. Please." 

"That's better." 

"Ahhh!" she moaned as the penis returned to the comforting warmth of her 
sheath. "You know ... ahhhh! I should have made you beg ... ahhhh. You men 
need this more than we women do ... ahhh!" 

"Look who's talking ... ahhhh!" 

Jan was looking down between their bodies when Bob asked, "What are you 
doing?" 

"I just like to watch your magnificent dick slide in and out of my hole. It 
reminds me of an oil well pumping up and down. Ohhhh! It's so damn long that 
it feels like it goes all the way to my stomach." 

"Personally, I like looking at the secretions that you lather on it." 

"Ummmm. That's nice too." 

Well, they fucked up another storm. And when Bob started to cum he noticed 
that his balk felt like they were boiling. And when he started to squirt, he 
couldn't stop. Spoonful after spoonful spurted our of him and into Jan. 

And Jan, for her part, lathered his penis with so much vaginal secretion 
that he thought his penis was being bathed inside a Jacuzzi. 

"It's magic, isn't it, Bob?" she asked following an intense orgasm. 

"Why do you say that?" 

"Instead of me seeing a fairy godmother, I met the Cum Prince. I feel like a 
little girl who gets locked in a candy store and has all the candy in all 
the counters at her disposal." 

"Talk about heaven," he agreed. 

"I know. And right now I have my very own large candy cane between my legs." 

"And it shoots sugar drops!" Bob teased "Unnnnnh!" 

"Ahhhh!" 

"Unnnnnnngh." 

They finally stopped around three o'clock in the afternoon, but did only 
because she needed to go to the bathroom. Once she relieved herself and 
douched, she rushed back outside, wearing only a terrycloth bathrobe. Again 
she called for Bob. 

"It's time for me to give Randolph some more loving attention," she said as 
she untied the sash to reveal her magnificent body yet again. She walked 
over to the cot, faced away from him, bent over, spread her legs apart, and 
said in the process, "I'll make you quit thinking of other women." 

"What do you have in mind?" he asked, stepping behind her and running the 
palm of his hand over her shapely ass. 

"I thought you might like to try me doggy style." 

"Bow wow!" he replied. "Just bend over and let me take a look at the lovely 
slit of yours from the rear." 

She rested her head on her arms and thrust her tail high in the air. 

"A little higher, Jan. I want to see the whole thing." 

"Nasty man." 

"God! You're wide open," he noted. 

"I'm always wide open these days. If I don't watch myself, I'll be stuffing 
hot dogs up my snatch between innings at the baseball game-bun and all." 

Bob laughed, but stopped abruptly when realizing that he must also watch 
himself. He'd be sticking his dick into mayonnaise jars at the supermarket 
if he weren't careful. 

His worries were forgotten when he looked down and saw Jan's beautiful 
derriere. "You've got the loveliest ass this side of Never Never Land." 

"Just call me Tinkerbelle, honey." 

He placed his prick in her vagina and leaned forward. It was a very sensual 
position. He could feel every well-developed muscle in her back, all the way 
from her deltoids to her ass. He reached around and placed his hands on her 
breasts, alternately weighing them as if they were cantaloupes. Ripe 
cantaloupes. Warm ripe cantaloupes. With little nubbins in the middle. Just 
right for playing with while pounding away. 

"Jan, do you work out in the gym at all?" he asked as he gave a couple of 
playful squeezes with his palms followed by a few powerful plunges with his 
cock. "You're in such terrific shape that it's hard for me to believe. I 
didn't know that gardening would result in such a great body for a female. 
I'll have to check out more babes who grow organic veggies." 

"You just want to stick that cucumber of yours into anything that moves!" 
She laughed as he pummeled away. And while they fucked, she explained about 
the benefits of regular exercise and good nutrition. 

They screwed until dusk. All the while Bob realized that it was so much 
nicer to have a beautiful willing neighbor for sexual intercourse-especially 
now that she was always wet, willing, and committed to nymphomania. 

What a tremendous change she had undergone since he had handed her the 
sci-fi novel. She had become everything that he-or any man-could possibly 
want in a woman. She now looked upon sex as Bob did-a fun aspect of human 
nature. Her Puritanical attitude had been smashed to smithereens. For the 
first time in her life she was living. 

He was making plans to lend out sci-fi novels to all sorts of good-looking 
women who happened to be prim and proper. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Later that evening, Jan went into the bathroom and drew her bath. She 
removed her bathrobe and stepped into the tub. As she sank down in the warm 
water, she noticed that she was still as hot as a firecracker and ready to 
fuck yet again. 

But what would Bob think if she asked him to perform once more. They had 
fucked and fucked and fucked-until the moon rose high in the sky. They had 
gone at it in every conceivable position front-to-back, front-to-front, 
doggy-style, woman-on-top, man-on-top, sixty-nine-yet here she was yearning 
to be reamed only a few hours later. Would it be unlady-like to ask for 
another round of sexual fulfillment? Would she be acting like a tramp? She 
quickly concluded that it was better to be a tramp and get stuck with a lot 
of dicks, than to be a virginal schoolgirl and get stuck with none. 

She slid down so that her breasts were just below the surface of the water. 
She liked the feel of her nipples poking through the surface. Why had she 
never noticed such sensual things before when taking a bath? Until the 
previous evening she never gave her breasts much thought. But now she found 
them positively fascinating. 

She felt beneath them and gently palmed their underside, casually lifting 
them. 

Ahhh, it felt good to kneed them and play with them. It was no wonder why 
they had such an appeal to men. She only wished that Bob's hands were doing 
the massaging. 

She reached down and felt between her long smooth legs. They really were 
quite lovely, without so much as a birthmark or blemish to mar their beauty. 
She traced her fingernail between her thighs and guided it to her magical 
juncture. 

Ummm! Ahhhh! There it was. The little Mound of Venus that received so much 
pleasure during the past twenty-four hours. 

Ummm! Ahhhh! It felt slightly tender, but Jan knew that it could go again. 

Ummm! Ahhhh! Her pussy had acquired a life of its own. She stuck her finger 
into the hole, and it actually puckered around the fingertip. 

Ummm! Ahhhh! That had never happened before. But then she had never played 
with her pussy before while soaking in the tub. 

Ummm! Ahhhh! She giggled at her new wanton ways and continued to slide the 
finger back and forth, while at the same time moving it in and out of her 
vagina. 

Her pussylips had remained swollen. They hadn't returned to normal. She was 
mildly concerned. It was like she was always in heat-always ready to 
fuck-always ready to rut. 

Again she giggled with joy. "Boy! Would daddy ever be surprised to see his 
little girl now. I could hear me saying to him, "But daddy! I've just got to 
have dick!'" 

She reached over and grabbed a round mirror from atop the sink. She placed 
it between her widespread thighs and looked at her pussy. 

"So, that's what you look like, little girl. My aren't you a pretty thing. I 
wish I had a tongue as long as that alien creature in my dreams so I could 
lick you right now. Then I could tongue-fuck myself." 

She spread the labia apart and looked at her clitoris. She couldn't believe 
that little bugger was still swollen. Would it ever go back to normal? It 
was so tiny and cuddly before. Now, it was the size of a paper clip and 
always demanding attention. She wiggled it a bit, but soon stopped, knowing 
that masturbation would only leave her frustrated. Yet, ignoring its need 
wouldn't help either. Only a good fuck would put it at peace. "You've got to 
give a piece for peace," she laughed. 

She needed Bob badly, yet she didn't understand it. She had never given him 
that much thought before. Oh sure, she had looked at him when he clipped the 
hedges, and she had always noticed how physically fit he was compared to her 
weakling husband, but that did not explain her recent all-consuming passion 
for the man. She felt like a teenager with a crush. However, instead of 
having it on a teacher, she had it on the neighbor with the twelve-inch 
dick. She sighed and slid back in the tub. 

She wished that Bob were in the bathroom with her right now. She'd never 
fucked in the tub before. She giggled and said aloud, "But I bet I'm the 
only woman in the neighborhood to have been screwed atop a picnic table." 

She couldn't believe how randy she was behaving. She placed her feet on each 
side of the tub and again attempted to relieve her clitoral itch by 
masturbation. She placed both hands between her thighs and started massaging 
vigorously. Ummm! Ahhh! It was okay, but it wasn't great. 

To increase her pleasure, she placed her feet on the outside of the tub and 
scooted down so that she could turn on the faucet. She hoped that the stream 
from the spigot would massage her pussy into satisfaction. She tilted her 
pelvis upward into the downward flowing stream of warm water. 

It felt quite pleasurable, and was definitely an improvement over her hands, 
but it just wasn't equal to having a thick penis burrowing between her 
outstretched legs. 

When the spigot didn't completely satisfy her, she took the hose, placed the 
nozzle in her cunt, and turned on the water. At first, she turned it on too 
much and the water jetted up into-and out of her without giving a lingering 
feeling of pleasure. 

She needed Bob and his monster dick. She needed him now! Hopefully he still 
had that telephone pole between his legs and it was still erect and willing 
for action. 

She got out of the tub and started to dry herself with a towel. While 
rubbing her arms she saw herself in the mirror and noticed that her nipples 
were as hard as they had been that afternoon. They hadn't relaxed one iota. 
She gently touched one to see if she could press it into her breast. 

"Mmmm!" she murmured with deep pleasure as her fingertip made contact. 
Suddenly a lightning bolt of sensation streaked through her body, straight 
from the tips of her resplendent titties to the very core of her cunt. 

"Wow! I usually feel good when I get out of the bath, but never this good!" 

She dropped the towel on the floor and leaned over the sink to get a better 
look at herself. Her tits seemed to be sticking out more than usual, 
probably because they were in a heightened state of arousal. She had to 
admit that Bob was correct-they were one of her best features. She 
immediately understood what Poor Bob must feel like with his swollen 
testicles, for she also sensed an increased amount of blood pumping through 
her tits. 

She returned to drying herself with the towel. After a while, she turned 
profile and looked at her tummy. 

Hadn't she lost a little weight since yesterday? Her abdomen seemed to have 
shrunk just a slight bit. As a result, her already accentuated breasts and 
shapely ass were that much more accentuated and shapely. 

She actually looked sexier! 

She was rounder where she needed to be rounder, and flatter where she needed 
to be flatter. As she appraised herself, she admitted that she really did 
look like a movie star. She had a natural bloom to her eyes and a healthy 
glow to her skin. And yes, she must have lost weight. She even felt lighter. 
She wouldn't be surprised. All of that fucking had obviously burned up a lot 
to calories. 

Everything around her had taken on a heightened sensuality. No matter where 
she looked she saw sexual-looking objects. The faucet looked like a dick at 
a forty-five degree angle. The towel on the floor had taken on the 
appearance of a gaping vagina. The tube of toothpaste next to the sink 
resembled an erection. The jar of cold cream on the countertop could have 
passed for a pretty pink puckered asshole. 

"Wow!" she said aloud as she felt her forehead. "I must have been injected 
with drugs. No woman could be this horny." She just hoped that she could 
keep a semblance of wits about her when she needed to do mundane tasks-like 
shop at the supermarket. She could just see herself fiddling with the 
bananas for hours on end, or playing with the cucumbers and zucchini, 
mistaking them for erections. She would have to watch herself. She might 
suck on any elongated object in sight, including the stick shift of her car 
while driving on the freeway. 

She finally finished drying herself. She walked to the closet, wanting to 
dress a little differently for Bob. There was only one problem: everything 
she owned resembled something purchased in Colonial America. So, she wore 
her usual lightweight summer dress-but left out the slip, the bra, and for 
good measure, the panties. 

To compliment her new raunchy appearance she left the top three buttons of 
her dress unfastened so that Bob could have a more appreciative view of her 
sexual equipment. 

She stepped briskly into the backyard, saw Bob, and asked, "So, how are you 
feeling tonight?" 

He looked at her, hoping that the day hadn't been a fluke of his imagination 
and said, "I feel horny." 

She smiled knowingly. "That's good. So do I." 

The day hadn't been a dream after all! And as confirmation that he was now 
living in a sexual Shangri-la, he saw that she wore no bra! Her tits were 
thrust against the material of her dress and he could see her nipples and 
her large areola perfectly. In a way, they looked more succulent clothed 
than completely bare. They literally strained against the cotton material, 
desperately wanting their freedom. 

And as proof that she too was horny, her nipples were already hard and 
poking through the fabric-winking at him, tantalizing him. 

He was tantalized all right. His dick was as hard as a parking meter and 
getting harder by the second. His penis was difficult to keep confined in 
his pants. It was just too damned big for his traditional shorts. 

It was also very difficult to remove to take a leak. Bob had to use two 
hands just to pull it out-and once out, it was practically impossible to get 
back in again. He decided that from hereafter he would simply wear a 
bathrobe around the house and yard. It would simplify things. But it didn't 
entirely solve his problem. Even wearing a bathrobe, his penis jutted 
forward like a pole. 

Jan walked over to the petunias and went to work in her garden. As she bent 
over, Bob could see that she hadn't worn any panties. He whistled and said, 
"Nice ass, lady." 

She looked over her shoulder knowingly. "Do you like the view?"' 

"You better believe it." 

She raised her skirt a little higher and asked, "How about now?" 

"It has improved tremendously. I think they ought to use a picture of your 
ass in doctors' offices rather than an eye chart." 

She lifted the skirt all the way to her waist and shook her naked ass back 
and forth seductively. He could see the pussy gaping wide open like a 
centerfold from a bawdy porno magazine. It looked positively delicious all 
pink and exposed like that. She asked with a smile, "Do you have any tools 
over there that would be useful to dig around in my garden? My rose could 
sure use some fertilizer from the proper tool." 

She was obviously teasing him with one of her various games. Bob unzipped 
his pants and said, "How about this? Is this what you had in mind?" She got 
up from her work, faced him, and kept her dress bunched around her waist. 
She spread her legs wide apart and said, "Why yes. That's exactly what I had 
in mind. Can I come over to your garage so you can show me how it works?" 

"Your wish is my command, dear sweet lady with the pretty pussy." 

She interrupted him, "Or how about since it's such a nice evening, maybe 
you'd like to show me how it works here in the grass?" 

"Oh yea!" he replied. He could feel a pounding in his nuts. 

She started to remove her dress. She shrugged her shoulders, allowing her 
large tits to plop free. "I think I'll just walk around like this for a 
while," she said. "You wouldn't mind, would you?" 

"I've been thinking about purchasing a one-piece swimsuit so I can enjoy the 
sun more. You know, one with high French cuts. The ones which show off a 
great deal of thigh-the ones which present a woman to her fullest physical 
advantage." She lifted her hands to her breasts and cupped them. "Those 
French cuts also cup the breasts very nicely as well." 

"Oh yea!" Bob said breathlessly as he watched her tweak one large pink 
nipple and then the other. 

"It would also show off my pussy more than this dress. Don't you think so?" 

He watched her pet her blonde muff and said, "Oh yea! By the way, is Rhonda 
hungry? She looks like she craves food." 

"Why yes!" Jan said with another perfect smile. "How did you ever guess? I 
think she wants one of those twelve-inch sausages." 

"How about this?" he asked as he pointed to his penis. 

"Mmmm! That looks just like the meal ticket. Does it come in a firmer 
variety?" 

"Come here and pet it and it'll get firmer." 

She did as he asked and after several minutes said, "Why yes. I do believe 
that it's ready to be served. I think that Rhonda will feed on that. Won't 
you Rhonda?" Jan bowed her head and pretended to talk to her pussy. 

Bob didn't know which he liked more: the beautiful nude female standing 
before him, or the silly games she played. It was terrific having beauty and 
comedy combined in one character. 

He looked and saw that she had gotten down on her hands and knees and had 
started walking around on all fours. "Moo! Moo!" she called. "I need a 
stallion." 

Bob laughed. "Jan, if you're going to play this game you've got to get your 
farm animals correct. If you're pretending to be a cow, that means that you 
need a bull." 

"You're wrong," she corrected him. "I need both." 

As Bob got into position behind her and prepared to ram Randolph home, he 
glanced down and saw the wonderment of her anus. Unlike many women, hers was 
a healthy rosy pink that looked as if it got scrubbed and manicured every 
single day with the best perfume in Paris. It had no wrinkles, no sign of 
hemorrhoids, and appeared to be winking open just the slightest bit. He 
decided to test her by grabbing her asscheeks and placing a thumb at the 
opening. 

She looked over her shoulder and said, "Now you're talking. I'm ready for an 
adventure. Before we go at it, I want to do something that I've been wanting 
to do ever since yesterday." 

He pressed his face deep into her crotch. As he stuck his tongue out he 
asked. "Have you ever had cunnilingus performed on you?" 

"Are you kidding?" she replied as she shook her firm ass against his face. 
"I would have fainted at the suggestion." 

"But now you've had a change of opinion?" he asked between slurps. 

"I'll say. Now I don't think I can live without it. It's just lucky I have 
you around because I don't think I could ever talk Harold into doing 
something like this. Never. He has this thing about my vagina that I take 
offense to. He seems to believe that a woman is dirty down there." 

"You mean where I'm licking this very moment?" Bob said as he slobbered over 
her Mound of Venus. 

"Yes. He must think I'm a five dollar hooker from Tel Aviv. Ooooh! I like 
that," she moaned as he stuck his tongue into her snatch. And when he 
lathered her clitoris she swooned, "Ooooh! I really like that." 

There was no doubt about it. She tasted good-as if she had just douched with 
sparkling water from a mountain stream. Her cunt was a mixture of feminine 
honey and bittersweet nectar combined with some spicy Oriental flavorings. 
He could snack on her snatch for hours and never get enough. And her cunt 
smelled good also-almost like a rose garden. He rapidly flicked his tongue 
against her clit in appreciation. He sucked it into his mouth and gently on 
it with his lips. 

"Now we're talking," she said. "Go for it, Bob boy. Drive me through the 
fucking ceiling." 

He took his mouth from her snatch and said with cum spread on his face, "But 
we're outside." 

She looked up at the clear sky and said, "If anyone can do it, you can." 

She leaned back and settled down on his erection. "Ahhh!" she moaned as the 
cock slid into her. She shook her ass back and forth. 

He reached around and felt the spot where his penis plunged into her body. 

Jan was raising and lowering herself on the hard cock. She was attempting to 
get as much of his shaft into her as possible. She wanted it deep. Very 
deep. 

He answered with a couple of cunt-stunners. 

Their fucking took on a new urgency. He slithered his massive organ in and 
out of Jan's tight nether hole. 

She raised and lowered her succulent ass onto his cock, blissfully accepting 
it into the deepest recesses of her lovely body, while thinking about 
fucking for the remainder of the evening. 

He happily hoisted his ass and pressed his cock into the waiting love cave 
of Jan. She smiled and gasped with pleasure as each thrust travelled into 
her body, and into her belly, and nearly all the way into her uterus. 

She couldn't believe that she had gone her entire adult life without really 
letting go-without really allowing herself to enjoy the full dimensions of 
sex. 

Mmmmm! She loved cock. 

Mmmmm! She loved cock so much that she was thinking about purchasing a dildo 
and having it sit on the mantle. 

Mmmmm! There, it would always be handy to satisfy her lusty needs. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

From that day onward, Jan and Bob fucked their brains out whenever and 
wherever they chose. They couldn't get enough sex and there wasn't a 
position they didn't try. Furthermore, Jan's pussy never stopped itching. It 
was as if it were cursed with too much of a good thing. 

In time, Jan and Bob became the best neighbors that anyone could ever want. 
They satisfied their sexual needs whenever they chose-in the backyard, on 
the patio, in the garage, in the tool shed, in the garden, and even once or 
twice on top the dining room table. Luckily for them, Harold kept his nose 
buried in The National Geographic Magazine instead of in his wife's pussy, 
and he was frequently taking his stupid geography students on bogus field 
trips. Thus, Jan and Bob were given ample Opportunities to screw around. 

Jan learned to use the words, "fuck!", "suck!" and "dick" with as much 
aplomb as Bob. She would walk around the house saying, "fucking this," and 
"fucking that," and "I need a little fucking. Oh fuck! Do I need to fuck." 

She admitted that it was tough slipping back into the old Prim and Proper 
role which she had maintained when she was with Harold. Since she had 
acquired a taste for the seamier side of life, she now loved to talk dirty 
when being royally screwed. 

And finally, she became an avid devotee of raunchy sci-fi novels. 

THE END 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR 

Joanna Cling is an avid practitioner of the type of fantasies she so avidly 
chronicles in her books. This is the fifteenth book she's written for us, 
and so far she shows no sign of running dry. No pun intended. 

* * * 

Can we talk here? 

I've got a dirty little secret to share with you guys. Are you listening? 
Here goes: 

GIRLS LIKE IT 

What, you say? This is earth-shaking news? For this we need a special 
section at the back of the book? Well ... yes. I assume, seeing as how 
you're reading this, that you've probably managed to read a few other 
things, like newspapers, for instance. You've noticed, I'm certain, that 
some "spokeswomen" are pushing the idea that all sexual activity is some 
form of victimization for women. Guys ... it's a crock. 

Truth is, they just need a good stiff cock up their twats, and they'd 
probably have a change of heart. 

Just don't buy our bullshit. Sometimes "No," really means "Maybe, if you 
figure out how," and we'll never tell you when those times are. Ever. If you 
can't figure out how to get in, you don't get the key. 

Good luck. And, if you really can't figure out how to do it in the real 
world ... I'll always have another book coming out. 


THE END
