From Beyond The Stars ...

From Beyond The Stars... By Rusty Haight

There I was lying on the floor, a day and a half into a cough-syrup
bender. Unconsciousness had entered the picture around 5 a.m. My
parents had left town for the weekend and shrewdly pad-locked the
liquor cabinet so I had to get creative. I wasn't sure if it was the
codeine or the children's Tylenol I popped to take the edge off but
next thing you know I saw a blinding flash of white light, followed by
a huge crash from the back yard.
I slowly got to my feet, wiped the drool from my chin and went outside
to investigate. I made sure to take the heaviest wooden spoon from the
kitchen in case things got out of hand.
When I opened the screen door I could see huge tracks of skid-marks a
couple of feet deep, stretching across the entire yard. They ran right
through the back fence and I could see that all the tress in their path
had been knocked down. Smoke was pouring from the stumps. I clutched my
spoon tightly and prayed that my head would stop spinning. I kept on
walking, past more ripped up trees to where there was a clearing. In
the back lot where I had used to play stick-ball, before I discovered
drugs, there was a huge, silver bullet shaped object. I stood there
with my mouth open in disbelief. It looked like a satellite had fallen.
I reached out to touch it and felt the flesh from the palm of my hand
sizzle. I yelped and clutched my burned hand. I started to tremble, my
spoon shaking in my good hand. I heard a loud whoosh behind me, which
nearly sent me jumping out of my shoes. All of a sudden the air was
full of smoke and three figures materialized.
They were beautiful women, clothed in tight, low-cut silver mirco-minis
and matching go-go boots. There was a blonde, a brunette and a red-head
&;#61628; you know &;#61628; the three types of women. It was my
wildest Barbarella fantasy come true. I stopped in my tracks and rubbed
my eyes. If this was a hallucination I wasn't interested in getting
sober. They walked over to me and I stood there, frozen on the
spot.
"Hello, earth-child," said the blonde. She seemed to be the leader,
oddly enough. "We've come from a far-away planet beyond your solar
system. Sorry about that landing. Women drivers, you know."
I couldn't move or speak. I was paralyzed, unable to believe my eyes.
They were all gorgeous, voluptuous, scantily clad and for some reason
spoke perfect English.
"We need earth males so that we may perform experiments in
reproduction," she continued. "All of the males on our planet have died
off and the human male sex organ is the closest approximation in the
galaxy."
"Gub..." I managed. I was staring at the brunette's perfect
heart-shaped ass as it peeked out past her space-aged thong.
"We want to take you to on board our space ship and use you to
repopulate our planet," said the red-head taking me by the hand.
" Do you consent?"
My mouth hadn't started to work again at that point but I had the
presence of mind to nod my head vigorously up and down.
"Come aboard," said the brunette.
Next thing I knew, I was on the ship. It appeared much larger from the
inside and resembled the bridge from old Star Trek episodes, right down
to the black girl driving. Massive control panels full of flashing
lights surrounded big comfortable chairs and more space goddesses. They
came in all shapes, sizes and colors but all were drop-dead gorgeous
and dressed in the same sexually provocative manner. Dozens of pairs of
long legs and supple breasts danced in front of my face as pouting lips
gave orders in a language I didn't understand. My penis was doing
cart-wheels inside my jeans.
"Come," said one silver-clad vixen, motioning toward me. I didn't care
where we were going. I got up and followed her. She led me into an
adjoining room. A beaded curtain hung in the doorway. Inside, it was
dark. All I could make out were a couple of lava lamps, bean bag
furniture and piles of fluffy pillows, which were laid out across the
floor.
"This," said my fetching tour-guide, "is the consummation room." I was
busy peeking under her skirt, watching her silver panties as they clung
to her soft skin.
"We have studied much about the planet earth," she told me. "Sit
down." I sat. A tube was inserted into my mouth.
"We have learned that this solution is used to exelerate the sex drive
of human males." Liquid began to pour out. I recognized the taste. It
was ... Budweiser.
As I guzzled it down, the first girl abruptly left.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. I noticed the inside of the
room was an exact replica of a swinger's pad. Black light, shag
carpeting, there was probably an Al Green record in there somewhere. I
turned on the television and there was a dirty movie on. I watched for
a bit, squirming in anticipation. Suddenly three space vixens emerged
through the beaded curtain. One dark-haired girl sat playfully on my
lap as the other two (one of each, one blonde, one red-head) stood on
either side of a medical examining table. "We have learned about human
reproduction from these video-tapes," said the one on my lap. "We have
taken on these forms because they are pleasing to human males."
I nodded. My hard-on must have stabbing her in the ass.
"With your permission," said the red-head. "We would like to begin
with the process known on your planet as fellatio."
My brain nearly squirted out the front of my pants.
"Oh my, god," I thought. "I am the luckiest man who ever lived!"
I felt goose-bumps spring up all over my body as they strapped me to
the gurney and took turns giving me head with almost surgical
precision. My breath came in gulps. I nearly cried as I struggled not
to ejaculate prematurely. I had to make it last as long as
possible.
"Oh my God! Oh yes!" I screamed.
"Foreplay is now over," said the leader, gripping my equipment firmly.
"We will begin with the insemination process."
I bit my lip in anticipation. "Oh god, oh god, oh god
&;#61628;"
She began to unzip the front of her silver space suit, slowly and
seductively. My eyes were glued to her body.
"Unfortunately we cannot retain this form during copulation. We
understand that the sight of us may be unattractive to humans.
Therefore we have provided this sensory shield." She took a blindfold
from her pocket and tied it around my head. I felt her gorgeous frame
straddle me. She held my erection tightly in her fist and lowered
herself down on it.
"Commence transformation," she ordered.
All of a sudden her shape began to melt. Her soft flesh became cold
and gooey. It oozed slime across my chest. I could feel all sorts of
veins bulging beneath skin that felt like a wet Hefty bag.
"Transformation complete."
Her body had taken on the consistency of runny pudding, under her
sticky, plastic skin.
"Hey, wait." I told her. "I think I need to see some more of that
video."
"Quiet," she ordered, shoving a ball-gag into my mouth.
"Uuuhmh!" I pleaded. "Uuughummmph!"
I felt the runny pudding closing in on my genitals and some manner of
orifice clamping on hard.
"Uuumma gawaaff!!" I shrieked.
"Commencing insemination!"
I felt some type of alien catheter being lowered from her body, down
into my urethra. It spun like a Black &; Decker drill-bit, boring
deep inside me.
"Maaaawahaaah!" I yelled.
My sperm was being sucked out. It felt as if it was being ripped from
my testicles. The pain was excruciating. I bit hard into the ball-gag.
Her body made a sound like a vacuum, slurping it all up.
That's when I passed out.
When I woke up, the gorgeous space goddesses had returned. They were
hovering above me like angels. My arms and legs were still strapped to
the table.
"Insemination is complete," said one. She poked a cigarette between my
lips. God I needed it.
"What did you do to me?" I asked.
"We have removed your sperm. You have inseminated our leader. Since
the gestation period on our planet is much shorter than that of the
earth, her children were born one hour ago."
I was shown a small plastic cage full of at least fifty squirming blobs
of grey liquid.
"These are your offspring."
"I need to barf," I told her.
She shook her head. "There is no time, for, on our planet, the male of
the species is devoured by the female immediately after
copulation.
One of the space goddesses stroked my forehead tenderly as the other
stuffed the ball-gag back into my mouth.
"Uuungawaaah!" I protested
The leader who had violated me appeared. She licked her lips as I
struggled to break free. Her breasts heaved out from the constraints of
her low cut top as she bent down toward me. Her eyes locked on to mine
and I could feel her hot breath against my neck. My, what sharp teeth
she had ...