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Starry Starry Night

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    Travelling through space at close to six hundred miles per second for most people, would constitute living in the fast lane. For Yalgon it was merely another stretch at the viewing port of a star freighter long since passed its scheduled operational life-span

   Having slowed the craft at the outer edges of what the company referred to as the “Origin World Cluster,” Yalgon depressed the far left of eight crystalline protuberances on that which a layman might have incorrectly termed the ‘control panel’ in front of him. The slightest humming could be detected throughout the walls of the craft. 

 

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quo;why” the company insisted crew members engage the ship’s cloaking device when passing through this particular tract of space he could never fully understand. Inarguably the entire Valarian race owed their very existence to those intrepid explorers who hailed from the blue planet so many time-phases in the past. Since that period though, ‘humanity’ as they were collectively known, had curiously been plunged into epochs of technological redundancy and appeared to have now, neither the knowledge nor the skills of their own descendants. There had been concern during Yalgon’s childhood, when it was reported that an object of admittedly inconsequential size, had actually landed on the small moon which orbited the blue planet and that in fact two humanoids had emerged from the craft briefly. Exactly why they had chosen to visit so barren a location was not immediately evident to the Valarian scientific council. Initially thought to be a rekindled interest in interplanetary travel - though seemingly of a crude and indeterminate nature - no further exploratories appear to have been made since that time. Perhaps then he had pondered, it was simply a case of wishing to avoid detection and thereby unwanted interest, that craft were instructed to use their cloaking capability in the vicinity.

   

    Barely had the red planet exited the portside viewing window when a discernible vibration became evident towards the rear of the cavernous interior. With practiced dexterity, Yalgon passed his hand across the transparent shield immediately to the right of the cloaking-crystal, his thumb and sixth finger spanning their normal one-eighty degree coverage. Almost immediately the skeletal structure of the craft in technical cross-section, appeared on-screen in sharp image, white outline against blue background. A second pass of Yalgon’s hand displayed what may have been a lower deck. Towards the rear, surrounded by an intricacy of fabricated structural-metal framework, a circular disc appeared to be glowing a blood red color.

   “The fusion reactor,” Yalgon mused, running swiftly a diagnostic on the ship’s power-source. This merely served to confirm his worst fear. The port-side reactor, as it had threatened on an earlier star-passage, was now crippled and at this point in deep space, fully beyond repair. It was of little consolation now that having earlier raised concerns about the age of the craft, the flight council had examined the ship and deemed it worthy of extended certification. Whether or not a salvage team could even rescue him  was in doubt, which meant he would be stranded in this quadrant pending the next allocated star-freighter…a possible ninety “day” wait (as they measured time in this realm of the galaxy)

    Evaluating his options, only the blue planet itself was within accessible reach of his damaged ship. On low power even, it would be able to remain in cloaked-orbit indefinitely while the space council decided its immediate fate. His subsequent transmission contained all the relevant data-scans and star-log details. Even on reduced power, the blue planet’s aspect was monopolizing the frontal viewing-port in moments. It was he decided far more beautiful than even his own planet, far away as it was now in the Andromeda cluster.


 

    It would be necessary he realized, to acquaint himself with updated local planetary customs and recent history and thus he sat fully relaxed in the audio-pod as the ship’s compuserve oversaw the uplink that transferred all current data to the bio-implant chip located slightly to the left of his gills. Long since unused, he realized it would take a while to familiarize himself once more with the use of his lungs – an aspect they had emphasized as high priority during space-training.


 

    Slowing appreciably, the craft entered its calculated upper-orbit silently and efficiently. Assigning all on-board systems to the care of the ship’s compuserve, Yalgon entered the molecular-dissociator, calmly awaiting transfer to the Blue Planet’s surface. He felt little more than a tingling sensation followed by a period of total black-out.


 

    Even as the blue-tinged beam made contact with the scrubland a short distance from a semi-deserted section of Interstate 80 in Wyoming, the vague outlines of a life-form assumed a shimmering reality. Slowly, awareness returned to him. “So this is “Earth?” he muttered, looking across at the darkened highway upon which some primitive vehicle was travelling.

 

    Although very much identifiable as humanoid still, evolution had overseen some significant changes to the Valarian race in the millennia since the arrival of Earth’s earliest – and hitherto forgotten – cosmic explorers. Generations of offspring, having by necessity to adapt to less of a gravitational influence and spending a far greater proportion of their lives in water than once did their ancestors, had resulted in the re-development of upper thoracic gills and the dark webbing between their six digits. They stood taller also at an average height of six-foot six. Having consequently something of an ichthyic appearance, Yalgon concluded that his external frame required at the very least, some cosmetic attention in order that he pass unchallenged among the local populace – as and when he might locate such.


 

    Pondering then his options, he depressed the touch-screen of his small wristpack, entering various parameters. Although unable to alter his height. quite obviously, Yalgon’s skin lightened considerably, the webbing appeared to retract between his fingers and his hairline to assume a normalcy no-one would commit to a second glance. The skin rippled around his neck, delicately covering the gill area, a physical characteristic he knew he would not be requiring for quite an extended period of time.


 

    Breathing now pure oxygen instead of the methane he was more used to and which constituted ninety-five percent of the spacecraft’s on-board pressurization, he felt almost light-headed. This gravity however was definitely going to take a while to get used to – not half a dozen steps and he was feeling the weight of his body already.

   Crunching gravel underfoot, he reached the shoulder of the Interstate, while in the distance could be seen the approaching lights of a second vehicle. Waiting there motionless, he raised his arm as the car approached. The vehicle’s driver braked hard, screeching to a halt almost alongside him.


 

   “Jesus man,” he called out through the lowered window, “What the fuck happened? They took your clothes too?”


 

    Yalgon’s eyes studied the man for a moment. Maybe not six-six, but tall enough!


 

    Piloting a 1986 Oldsmobile Delta 88 following several months in deep space at the helm of a mile-long nuclear-powered space-freighter was for Yalgon, an object lesson in humility. “Just how primitive are these people?” he pondered, watching the needle struggle to its graded zenith of ninety miles per hour.


 

    An exit for 'Green River' flashed by on his right followed by an overpass, upfront of which was a sign 'Cheyenne' 271 miles. It was to this co-ordinate he was navigating, the compuserve having indicated a higher concentration of humans clustered there than in the surrounding areas. Given the maximum speed of his present conveyance however, he calculated this to be probably three and a quarter Earth hours distant.  

 

    A short time later, a strange sound could be heard in the background. Yalgon concentrated on it for a few moments. He was unable to immediately identify the source but it appeared to be gaining in volume. A mechanical whining of sorts he decided. Just then he noticed in the mirrored reflection, twin beams of light sweep around the bend he had just negotiated. Evidently the newcomer’s conveyance was possessed of a higher speed capability than his own. Colored lights additionally were now flashing on the roof of the vehicle. Slowing to allow the whining object to pass, he was fully surprised when the conveyance slewed dangerously into his own path, forcing him to brake and skid almost off the roadway. He brought the vehicle to a stop as two quite large humans exited their vehicle and began striding towards his open window. One of them flashed a light-beam through the passenger’s side.


 

   “May I see your license and registration please sir?” uttered the larger of the two “men” (as he knew the male of the species to be called) who was now standing alongside his window.


 

   “What is that?” Yalgon replied, in a voice bordering on the robotic. He would need time to perfect the human tongue he realized, it being quite unlike his natural oral tone and resonance.


 

    The man looked at his partner who, having checked the vehicle from front to back was now standing beside him “Are you saying Sir, you do not have a license to drive in this State?” he asked, acting in what Yalgon interpreted as a threatening manner.


 

   “I do not understand what a “license” and “registration” is,” he replied. “How then might I show you either?”


 

    The men conferred for a moment. “Please get out of the vehicle sir,” said the man’s partner. Even as he spoke, he was pulling something that may have been a weapon from the belt he was wearing. 

 

   “I have no wish to do that,” Yalgon replied, losing patience with these humans. “I must leave.” He re-started the engine.


 

   “I said, get out of the vehicle Sir – right now.” screamed the weapon-holder, aiming his ‘tube’ at the driver’s head and standing there in a fully confrontational attitude.


 

   “As I was led to believe - aggressive creatures,” Yalgon thought briefly. He then gestured towards the men. Both were flung backwards some twenty feet into the scrubland, the ‘weapon’ dropping harmlessly by the roadside. Glancing towards their vehicle that was partially blocking his way, he momentarily inclined his head, closing his eyes. Any observer would have found it incredible watching what happens to a large metallic object when simply the neutrons are fused together, the space between them evaporating. One might only describe it as total molecular anarchy in fact.


 

    The officers remained where they were, on their knees and staring wildly….at the six-inch “cube” of blackened metal there on the shoulder, that shortly they would find was so heavy they could not even pick it up.


 

    It was as he had expected, more than three hours before he reached the 'Cheyenne' interchange. Navigating the vehicle north on Interstate 25 now, the city outskirts were almost immediately encountered. He was he realized both hungry and in need of shelter for the night. Unfamiliar with local hospitality customs, he knew only that “Hotels” offered overnight accommodation. Having cruised up and down what appeared to be the city center, he had just turned into “Stillwater Avenue” when he noticed across the street, a large and brightly-lit building. The sign at the entrance proclaimed this to be “The Fairfield Inn.”


 

    Taking the next intersection on the near-deserted street, he turned the car around and headed south, pulling into the hotel’s car-park alongside several other vehicles. Retrieving the keys, he walked towards what appeared to be the main entrance. Inside, he glanced around and noticed a female of the species standing behind a long desk over which hung a wooden plaque that read Hotel Reception.


 

    Twenty-year old Kelly Stevens looked up as the man approached. “Boy, had she been rostered on the right night,” she thought to herself. Tall dark and handsome barely covered it!


 

   “Hello,” he said, “Am I able to stay here overnight please.”


 

    His voice was strangely accented she determined, certainly not local if even American.


 

   “Well of course,” she replied. “What sort of room were you wanting sir?”


 

   “Room?” he asked, fully unfamiliar with the word.


 

    She looked up at him quizzically. “Well, we have rooms with single beds….double beds (she blushed momentarily)....it just depends what you prefer sir.”


 

   “I’d like a double bed please,” he replied softly, finding the words easier to enunciate with each passing sentence.


 

   “Certainly,” she cooed. “That will be eighty-nine dollars sir – and that does include breakfast. Will you be staying long?”


 

    He rather liked the appearance and scent of this female, those of his own planet, though suitably equipped from a reproductive viewpoint, offered minimal variation outwardly from their male counterparts.

 

   “I haven’t decided yet,” he replied, studying her features as he spoke. The girl lowered her eyes.


 

   “You will have to sign-in please,” she half-stammered, thrusting a card and pen towards him. 

 

    He looked at the items, unsure of what was expected of him.


 

  “What are these?” he asked, “I’m sorry but I have been away a long time and cannot remember…” he raised his right hand to the desk-top.


 

    Fully unprepared for the girl’s shocked cry, he hurriedly withdrew his hand. “Of course,” he realized immediately “Humans do not have a thumb and five fingers.” He cursed his short-term thinking.


 

   “Please forgive me,” she was saying, in commendable control of her emotions now. “I didn’t mean to be rude, I-I just wasn’t expecting to see your er, hand…..”


 

    He managed a smile. “Just a birth defect I’m afraid. It has taken some getting used to….I’m really sorry for scaring you, it was thoughtless of me.”


 

   “Oh no,” she gushed, “please, you have nothing to apologize for. Would you like me to fill in the registration card for you?  He allowed her to take back the items before him.


 

   “Your name?” she asked sweetly.


 

   “Grant Davies,” he answered, recalling the name on some of the papers he had found in the pockets of the man’s jacket he had acquired a few hours earlier.


 

   “Address?” she added.


 

   “1826 Rosenberg Boulevard, Phoenix, Arizona” he answered. “that’s Zip code 85008,” he told her, remembering distinctly the last of the address lines.


 

   “Your car’s registration number Mr. Davies?” she looked up enquiringly.


 

   “Exactly what those men in the whining vehicle had asked about,” he reflected. Turning around, he glanced towards the conveyance that had brought him here – clearly visible through the double glass doors. He had no idea what she was talking about.


 

   “Is that Oldsmobile yours?” she enquired. He recalled that was the name he had noticed somewhere inside the car. He nodded. “It’s a friend’s actually,” he lied effortlessly. He then watched as she walked to the far window and added information to the card. Something about her movements and that rear profile especially, anchored his attention – so much more curvy than his own people. He wondered momentarily what she might look like without those items of clothing? 


 

   Seemingly happy with her investigative questioning and reaching beneath the desk to retrieve a plastic card that she placed in a small folder, the girl repeated her earlier request for the “eighty-nine dollars.”


 

    Realizing this must refer to a form of payment he pulled out the man’s wallet and opened it up. Retrieving two rectangular pieces of paper, he handed them to the girl. She handed one of them back. “Just the one thanks,” she giggled, delving into another drawer and handing him back another similar piece of paper and 4 silver pieces of engraved metal, that he felt obliged to return to the wallet. “Sorry,” she muttered “I don’t have any one-dollar notes here at the moment.”


 

    Passing the small folder with the plastic card across the desk, she indicated a set of stairs away to the left of the front desk. “Just up there on the first floor” she smiled, “Room 104.”


 

    He hesitated for a moment, “Will I see you later?” he asked.


 

    The question delivered as it was with an almost child-like innocence, conveyed no semblance of either offense or disrespect. The girl stared at him open-mouthed, fully unsure how to answer.


 

    “I s-suppose so,” she managed eventually. “I mean, I will be working here at the front desk until almost midnight, so yeah, I guess you might see me.” Again that delightful giggle.

   

    Bequeathing her a smile of his own, he turned and ascended the stairs.


 

    Finding suite 104 presented Yalgon with no problem, opening the door however stretched his patience. Used to portals that opened automatically in his own terrestrial environment, this archaic mode of entry was just too much. Aware eventually, that the piece of plastic he had been given must be instrumental in the overall design, he tried inserting the artifact into the only slot he could see might accommodate it. The door stubbornly refused his advances. At the point he was about to deconstruct its molecular framework in utter frustration, he noticed a very young male of the species, observing him from the adjacent doorway.


 

   “You don’t know how to use them do you? the youngster muttered with resigned acceptance. “Here, let me show you.”


 

   Before he could mount any defense as to his apparent technological deficiencies, the boy had taken the card and reversed the face, before sliding it effortlessly back into the slot, whereupon a small red light flashed its acknowledgment of so simple a procedure. As if to humiliate him further, the boy then pushed the handle and the door swung inwards.


 

   “Is it difficult having all those fingers?” he asked with no trace of real surprise.


 

  “Yes sometimes,” Yalgon almost snapped. “But thank you for the assistance,” he added, controlling his emotions commendably. The boy shrugged and walked back towards his own room.


 

    In some ways, the interior of suite 104 reminded Yalgon of a museum. He had seen “beds” similar to this in his holographic history rings. He remembered as a child learning about “The Ancients’ mode of living.” Now here he was, holed-up like a virtual relic himself. He sat down on the coverlet - certainly it was comfortable enough. Removing his shoes, he stretched out full length, arriving at the conclusion he would have no problem sleeping on one of these for as long as it took to mount a rescue mission.


 

   Earthly terrestrial or not, hunger is hunger and Yalgon realized suddenly he had need of sustenance. Aware that gastronomic options vary greatly from planet to planet, he wondered how best he might address the problem at hand. His eyes fell upon a colorful folder lying on the small wooden cabinet alongside his bed. He picked it up. Having exceptional knowledge of several of the Blue Planet’s languages, he was able to comprehend the wording. A highlighted sub-section entitled “Room Service” secured his attention.


 

   “A selection of sandwiches and hot-foods available until midnight” seemed to convey the message he sought. Further down the page, the many available items were listed. Salads, toasted sandwiches, grilled meats, pasta dishes etc. he didn’t know what they all were, but he had a strong conviction it might be a pleasant experience finding out!   How to obtain any was his next consideration.


 

   “To order from this menu, please call reception using the zero on your handset,” caught his eye.


 

   “Reception?” now that was a word whose meaning he did know. He looked around encouraged, wondering where he might find a “handset.”


 

    Whilst nothing immediately ‘clicked’ he did notice the small plastic device on top of the cabinet with various numbered buttons at the front – and one of them was a zero. He pushed it….several times in fact, yet nothing appeared to be happening. Momentarily frustrated, he shoved the thing back up against the wall and was surprised to see the upper section fall off.  He could now hear a beeping sound. He realized it was some form of communications device and held it up to his ear. Again he pressed zero.


 

   “Yes Mr Davies?” came a fully recognizable young voice.


 

   “Is that the Hotel Reception?” he asked, needing to confirm his assumption. 

  

   “Yes,” she answered, wondering at his strange formality. “It’s me, Kelly Stevens.”


 

   “Kelly Stevens,” he repeated, “May I call you that?”


 

   “Of course,” she laughed…“Well just Kelly is fine thanks.”


 

   “Call me Grant then,” he volunteered, “is that alright?”


 

   “Sure,” she said. “Was there something I can do for you Grant?”


 

   “I wanted room service Kelly, just some food if that is possible.”


 

   “Well if you tell me what you’d like, I can arrange to have it brought up to you.” she replied softly.


 

   “Do you have fish?” he asked her.


 

   “We have Atlantic-Salmon,” the girl told him. “It’s really very nice, they cook it well here,” she added as an afterthought.


 

   “And that is fish?”


 

   “Of course Grant,” she assured him. “You’ve never had Atlantic Salmon before?’


 

   “No,” he replied “Unless they call it something different

where I come from.”  He heard her giggle into her handset.


 

   “And would you like a drink with that?” she asked brightly.


 

   “Some liquid you mean?” he enquired.


     This time she completely broke down in fits of laughter.

   “You crack me up Grant,” she barely managed, before recovering her composure somewhat. “Yes, what "liquid" would you like?”


 

   “I don’t mind,” he responded, “Bring me whatever you want?”


 

   “Well it won’t be me bringing it Grant,” She was still giggling.


 

   “Yes, I want you to bring it Kelly – please!”


 

   So stricken did he sound uttering that last word, there was no question but for her compliance.


 

  “Alright, just this once Grant, but I have to be back at my desk quickly – it’s my job OK?”


 

  “Thank you Kelly,” he replied.  

 

   He had gotten himself particularly comfortable on the bed when his reverie was disturbed by a light knocking. Quite some time had passed. Opening the door, he towered over the incoming visitor.


 

  “Where shall I put the tray?” she asked him. He indicated the large table to the left of the bed.


 

  “Thank you for bringing it Kelly, I had hoped to see you again.” He allowed the door to close of its own volition. 

    

   The sound surprised the girl and momentarily her eyes flitted to the doorway. He sensed her active concern.


 

  “You are quite safe,” he told her. 

 

   For reasons she was fully unable to comprehend, his words had a cathartic effect on her. She knew them to be spoken in complete honesty and any trepidation she might have felt, melted into the ether.  

   

    Seated now at the table, he inclined his head towards the plate. It smelt remarkably like something his mother may have prepared. Retrieving then a corner of the filet, he placed it gingerly in his mouth. The “proof was certainly in the pudding.”

   “Very nice,” he muttered. 

 

   “What is this?” he enquired, holding aloft the narrow bottle.


 

   “Californian white wine Grant…the “liquid” you asked me to bring,” she smiled. “Here let me pour you a little.” So saying, she filled the small flute from the uncorked bottle.Yalgon held up the glass, studying its contents for a moment.


 

   “Have some with me Kelly,” he asked her.


 

   “I really have to go now,” she replied, glancing at the watch on her wrist. 

         

   “Just a little…please,” he implored.


 

    Again, she was persuaded. Finding another glass in the wall unit, she allowed him to half-fill it, aware that so far as alcohol and Wyoming State Law were concerned, she was still technically under-age. No law however could prevent her from enjoying the experience and by the time he had seen off the last of the Atlantic Salmon, that glass had been re-filled twice.  

 

    Unfamiliar with the properties of alcohol, Yalgon was feeling quite at the peak of his physical powers. He couldn’t readily explain his light-headedness but it appeared the girl was similarly affected. He made a mental note to stock-up on this Californian liquid.


 

    Glancing once more at her watch, Kelly let out a cry of disbelief. “Oh Grant, I so have to go now, there is no-one on the front desk, I’m going to be in such trouble!” 

 

    Having little idea of her meaning, all he knew is that he desired her continued company.


 

   “No, Kelly Stevens,” he told her. “You will not be needed at the desk – I shall see to it.” Unknown to her and with the least drain of his creative powers, he instantly set in place an impenetrable force-field around the hotel building. No-one in and no-one out.


 

    Once again the girl felt it safe to place her trust in this huge man. He was holding his arms out to her. Even as she walked towards him, sitting there as he was on the edge of the bed, she knew it was ultimately her own wish to be doing this and no emotional over-ride on his part.


 

    Standing before him now he encircled her waist with his arms. She felt deliciously alive and for some reason – eager! His hands smoothed their way south, caressing her bottom slowly. How wonderful those curves felt, he was thinking. Feeling his way right to the hem of that somewhat brief skirt, he became aware of  just how warm-blooded she was.


 

    Kelly’s mouth opened in silent surprise as he continued to feel her up with what amounted to not the least disrespect – rather an appreciation of her feminine birthright. She steadied herself by placing her hands on his shoulders. Letting go of her waist and raising his hands to little more than face-height, he cupped both the girl’s breasts which brought forth a seemingly curious reaction. Not only did she let out a soft cry, but she closed her eyes and clasped her own two hands over his. For several minutes he simply squeezed the softness beneath while the girl swayed there on her feet, quite obviously lost in some sort of dreamy contemplation.

     

    Encircling her bottom once again, he drew her towards him, easing himself backwards on to the coverlet as he did so. So compliant was this delightful female, that she offered not the slightest resistance even as his hand began to tug her skirt upwards in its quest to discover what lay beneath.


 

    Prostrate across his body now and quite without her normal inhibitions, her lips sought out her partner’s. Unfamiliar with the art of kissing, Yalgon was a willing student – quick learner too. He soon discovered that this pleasurable pastime had much the same effect short-term as had the Californian Liquid. That is to say – he desired more of it. This of course facilitated also his up-skirt hunting instincts. Kelly in fact became one of the very few girls in hindsight, to benefit from the dexterous pleasures to be had at the behest of a five-fingered vaginal exploratory.

 

    Wishing only to “render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s” she surreptitiously unzipped the skirt herself, wriggling out of the flimsy little item and thereby leaving Yalgon to infiltrate her now excessively damp panties any which way he so chose. Feeling her was one thing he discovered, actually seeing her quite another. It was definitely all good news. That crippled reactor was for now, consigned to the absolute periphery of his alien thought-processes.


 

    A whole new playing field was unleashed at the point he discovered the practicality of a front-loading bra. However inviting the softness between the girl’s legs was proving, and he had nothing but praise for what appeared to be the ultimate in self-lubricating systems, the all round appeal of those soft exposed mounds and their dark-pigmented centers, erect as Kelly’s appeared to be, was without equal in his experience. He discovered also the pleasures to be had in sucking those erect little centers. Not only was the sensation much to his liking, the girl was simply insatiable.


 

    Kelly in fact was now naked and increasingly desirous of his attentions. The deeper his fingers penetrated her lower cavity or the more he nuzzled his face between her upper mounds, the greater her moaning noise. He guessed that this must be how females on the Blue Planet behaved when they wanted to be given children. So much more “involving” than his own race that performed a similar task but without either enjoyment or any of this “kissing” prelude. 


 

    Finding at last the zipper at the front of the trousers he was wearing, he managed to free-up his own sheath. Fortunately for the girl, she was too far out of it sexually, to notice the subtly different design between Earthly and Valarian sperm transfer vessels. The ultimate methodology however was comparable – well except for the delivery mechanism itself. 

  

    With but a couple of sexual partners in her recent past, and neither having been blessed with any great competence in the field as it were, Kelly was yet to experience unhinged procreative bliss. That which she suddenly felt intruding upon her lower maidenly charms, propelled her well up-town let’s say. Filled to capacity, she gasped as whatever it was in her, began to throb, seemingly without any physical input from its owner. She found the sensation delightful and responded to her partner’s renewed kissing with submissive compliance.


 

    For his part, Yalgon had never experienced such pleasure. More a necessary “event” on his home planet, this girl was making him feel more alive than ever he had. He knew that “fluid transfer” was imminent and tightened his grip around her waist. She really was beautiful.


 

    Kelly sensed the approaching finality. The throbbing inside her had increased greatly with the result she was now experiencing mini-orgasms that felt like they were radiating outwards in concentric circles. She spread her legs to their theoretical limit using her hips to maximize penetration. Yalgon kissed her one last time.


 

    One might use several analogies. A dam bursting, magma being expelled from a long dormant volcano, a water cannon at twenty paces…whatever. The fact is though, Kelly was privy to something very warm and under great pressure, being squirted the length and breadth of her inner vaginal walls. It seemed to go on for thirty seconds or so during which time Yalgon clasped her to him. She had the impression that he was totally vulnerable for those few seconds and clung to him like a protective mother.


 

    Withdrawing from the girl, his sheath retracted and he re-zipped his pants. Kelly simply lay there, exhausted and most likely impregnated. For some reason she didn’t care. What had just happened was so far outside the realms of normality there was nothing for it but to see it through – whatever the outcome.   

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Mary and I had planned to go to dinner so after I pulled my hand out from under her skirt we reluctantly went to dinner.  Mary was really only 75 but she only looked like maybe late 50"s or very early 60"s.  We talked and got to know each other better over soup and salad. 

When we returned to her home she excused herself and left the living room.  She returned about 5 minutes later waring a long satin dressing gown that was very elegant yet seductive, she sat next to me and leaned forward to kiss, as she did I got a pretty good glimps down the front of the gown.  She had on a blue lace bra, after kissing for about 10 minutes Mary stood and took my hand and lead me to her bedroom, it was

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very elegant, the colors were seductive.  Mary ask me to remove her gown, I was very impressed, she was very lean, no belly fat the myst have weighed about 115 lbs.  Then she removed my shirt and pressed her bra clad tits to my hairy chest, by now I was as hard as I had ever been, we were standing, me in my briefs her in her blue bra and matching panties.  Mary said she loved blue and had she bought this set earlier that day just for me.  I ask her how she knew I would ever see it, she said she had made up her mind she was going to make sure I not only saw it but also removed it.  My 6 1/2" dick was at full attention straining to get out, Mary looked at my cock and pulled my briefs off.  Mary invited me to remove her panties, it did as she ask, then we lay on the bed.  Her pubic hair was baby finemedium to light brown with a hint of redish, it was un-trimmed but you could see through it very easily because she did not have a large amount of it, her pussy lips were clearly vissable and glistening just a little from her wetness.  I began to stroke her pubic hair, Mary relaxed and said that felt wonderful.  I refrained from finding her clit only playing with her folds, not probing into her vagina just teasing the outer portion, Mary was really getting excited, she was moaning and telling me how gooood it felt, all the while stroking my dick with one hand.  I told Mary I wanted to see her tits, she stood and very slowly removed that pretty blue bra, her tits looked like those of a teenager.  They were full "B" cups alright, her nipples were fairly big for the size of her tits, I reached out and caressed both of them, again and yes they were firm They felt so good in my hands, I rolled her hardening nipples in my fingures, Mary let out a long low sigh saying "It's been soooo long"  I pulled her to me, she pressed her wonderful tits tight to my chest, they felt so good.  Mary pressed her pelvis tightly to mine, the tip of my dick cradled against he rpussy lips.  We lay on the bed, I began to kiss her thighs then her flat belly and now her fabulous tits.  Her nipples were so hard and felt so good in my mouth.

I knelt between ler legs and rubed the head of my cock all over her pussy lips being careful not to enter her yet.  Mary was really getting turned on, her breathing was quicker, her eyes kept rolling back every time she hit a new peak, she told me she was having mini climaxes.  She took hold of mycock and placed it at the opening of her vagina, rapped her legs around my back and pulled me into her hot pussy.  Her pussy walls were as smooth as silk, she was quite tight, it felt so good to be inside this beauties wet pussy.  Ma

Mary couldn't get enough she just kept telling me to stroke her pussy, she'd say faster then she say slower then she'd say Doggie style and on and on we went.  I wanted her on top so she could lower herself down onto my cock, I reached up to caress her titties while my cock was up inside her sweat cunt.  I played with Mary's clit while she was on top, Mary told me she was going to cumif I didn't stop playing with her clit.  I didn't stop I wanted her to cum, Mary's pussy began to spasim ever so little she was climaxing, she announced that she was cumming and moaned MMMMMMMMMMMM ever so long then a long loud sigh as she hit the peak of that orgasm, now Mary cloapased on my chest tits planted tightly against me pussy giving off those tiny little spasms.  Mary lay on me for about 10 minutes my stiff cock still in place without saying a word, just getting her breathing under control and cumming down from her orgasm.  I felt so good laying there with her tits on my chest and my cock up her cunt. 

When Mary lifted her head she told me she didn't remember "fucking being so wonderful", she said her husband had died 6 years earlier and this is "the first time I have fucked anybody" since he died.  It was hard to believe this beautiful sexy woman had chosen me to be her first in over 6 years.  If I were to rate her look on a scale of 1 to 10 I would have to place her at 8 & 1/2, her body would be a 9 &1/2 and her fucking would be off the chart.  Mary's pussy would rate as one of the best, if not a tie for the best I've ever had the pleasure of sliding into.

When Mary was ready to go again we tried a few other positions but the one that sent her into orbit was when I was kneeling between her legs with my cock inside her cunt and pushed her legs up to her sholders, I hit her G spot perfectly and she went wild, her pussy began to clamp down on my cock like a vise, squeez and release, squeez and release, over and over and harder and harder she was bucking and moaning and saying things like "Oh my, I've never had this happen before", "Fuck me, I love it", "I think I'm going to faint", "Don't ever take your cock out of my cunt", "Oooooooooooo Fuuuuuuuuuck Meeeeeeeee", "This is sooooooooooo Incredable no one has ever made me do this before".  Mary kept this up for maybe 5 minutes or so, let me tell you talk about getting a work out for my cock! ! ! ! When I came in her pussy we both collapsed my cock kept twitching inside her for about 5 minutes before it went soft, this was quite possably the most incredable woman I have ever fucked. 

We took a long hot bath together, I caressed her tits the entire time we were in the tub, I also played with her clit a little.  When we went to bed Mary wanted me to fuck her again, it was quick and not nearly as intense but very nice just the same.  We dropped off to sleep in each others arms.  When I awoke Mary was playing with her pussy, she was already very wet, I had one of those early morning gotta piss hardons so I got on top of her and slid inside her waiting pussy, we went slow and easy for a while but when I rolled her on top of me we went for broke, both reaching our peak about the same time, I shot my cum up into her vagina as she climaxed, Telling me how much she missed fucking and wanting to know when we would do it again. 

I have traveled the 250 miles to see her several times, she is truely a great fuck buddy, she wants it that way, she doesn't want to be tied down.  Not a bad arrangement for a horny senior citizen who needs to be serviced now and then and for me a 45 year old married guy, figure it out she is more than old enough to be my mother and she is beautiful ,sexy, very sensual, and as I said she is just about the best fuck I've ever had.   What else can I say?

This is a true story.

Minus 6

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  Minus 6ºC they said the temperature could get down to that night, the very thought would make most people shiver, even if they were in a warm cosy room. But I wasn’t in the warm glow of a fire, I was walking the streets at 3:30am on a freezing cold January morning. If I’d have not bothered drinking that night I’d be home already, tucked up in bed dreaming of all the hot young women that I’d seen in the club. Oh yeah, just give me one of those right now I thought, that would warm me up! I was starting to think dirty thoughts about some of those women, not that I would have pulled any of them anyway. They were all either dirty sluts or too stuck up, besides I wanted much more than a fumble in an alleyway!

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p class=\"MsoNormal\">  This was one of those rare times where I wished I hadn’t given up smoking; at least my lungs would be warm! It’s always so quiet at this time, I thought, you only ever see police cars or taxis. I definitely didn’t want to speak to the former, and I had no money for the latter, but every time a car went past I wished I could share the warmth inside.

 

 Then I heard a car approaching me, it slowed down and was creeping along behind me. Great, I thought, just what I need, the police asking me ‘what are you doing, where are you going, where have you been’ type of questions. I didn’t look back to see if it was though, if only out of fear of looking too suspicious! Suddenly the car passed me and stopped several metres ahead. I noticed it was a large black Mercedes- more like a gangster car than a police one! As I drew level with it the passenger window opened with a quiet electronic buzz, and a well-spoken voice drifted through and said, “excuse me young man”. I stopped and said “yes” as I attempted to get a good look at the driver. It was a nice looking lady with long dark hair, a white blouse and a black jacket on. All this along with the flash car gave her the air of an important business woman. “I seem to have lost my way,” she said, “I have a room at the Grand Palace Hotel, but I’ve been out of town all night, I don’t know the area too well and I don’t have a clue where I’m going!” “Well” I said, “it’s quite a long way from here and quite a complicated route I’m afraid”. “That’s just bloody typical” she said (I had noticed she had a softly spoken, yet posh sounding accent, which sounded quite sexy).

  “I can give you directions, but I don’t know if you’ll be able to follow them very easily”.

“Great”, she said, “I’ll never get there!”

I noticed her eyes roving up and down my body and round my face, as if she was trying to work out what kind of guy I was.

I asked, “can I suggest something?” “And what would that be?” she replied. “I live a little further on from your hotel, if you were willing to give me a lift I could direct you all the way there” I suggested.

“Well I don’t usually pick up strangers” she said, “but I’ll make an exception in your case as I need you to get me there, hop in!”

  As I got in and sat down on the large passenger seat I introduced myself. She told me that her name was Natasha, she was the managing director of some large company (although she neglected to tell me which one!). I noticed she was in her late forties, but still very pretty, and as her black skirt was riding up her thighs (due to her driving position) I could see that she had great legs, encased in sheer black stockings. “Er, left here”, I said, having almost forgotten why I was there! I noticed a slight smile spread across her face, as if she’d caught on to me checking her out. As she smiled I could see a few wrinkles at the edges of her mouth and eyes, which was accentuated by the passing street lights. This gave her a new, more potent sexiness than I had previously noticed. As I continued to direct her we chatted some more, and I was captivated by her posh, well spoken voice. I began to wonder what she would sound like if she was to talk dirty, I bet that she would be good at that! As a result of my naughty thoughts, her horny voice and extreme sexiness I started to feel myself getting hard in my trousers. I must have started to blush too as Natasha’s face broke into a big grin. This just made it worse for me because there’s nothing sexier than a woman smiling.

  I was trying to think of something else when I noticed we were nearly there. I said “we are nearly at your destination madame, the hotel car park is just around the next corner, I can walk home from there because I don’t want you to get lost again!” Natasha replied “thank you so much, I don’t know what I would have done without you, you are a true gentleman.” As she spoke she placed her hand on my thigh, which made me even more horny than I already was. She seemed to pick up on this straight away and moved her hand up to my crotch and began to slowly caress my balls with her long, thin, elegant fingers.

 

  We had pulled in to the ‘Grand Palace Hotel’ car park and Natasha switched off the engine. She was looking straight into my eyes as she moved her hand from my balls, up along the shaft of my hard cock and just brushed the tip before yanking my belt undone.

  “You’ve been such a good boy” she said in a seductive manner, “so I’m going to have to thank you properly”. As she was saying this she took my seatbelt off me and unzipped my trousers leaving my large erection exposed. I saw her eyes grow wide as she gasped and told me that I was a lucky boy as she doesn’t normally act like such a slut, in fact she admitted that she had always fantasised about doing this to a younger man. I was about to ask her what exactly she wanted to do but my thoughts were interrupted as I felt her tongue on the tip of my penis. As my left hand gripped onto the edge of the seat, I reached down with my other hand and gently brushed her long, brown hair away from her face and tucked it carefully behind her ear.

  I could see her face clearly and my cock swelled even more when I saw how engrossed she was in licking it. I watched her cover my length with little kisses making it more sensitve with each one.

As she was lying across the car with her legs curled up on the driver’s seat I was able to reach down and trace my hand along her sexy hips and down those gorgeous, stocking clad legs. As my hand brushed against her leg I heard her gasp and I felt her hot breath on my cock. This encouraged me to move my hand further up her leg to the top of her stockings and stroke her inner thigh. This must have really got her going because she took the swollen head on my penis between her soft red lips and began to gently suck it while stroking the shaft.

  As she started to suck harder I ran my hand up her inner thigh towards her crotch, I soon discovered that she wasn’t wearing any underwear so I began to stroke the soft lips of her pussy. I felt that she was already very wet so as I stroked away I gently pushed the tip of my finger into her hole to lubricate it before taking it out and stroking her hard clit with my wet finger. This made her wild, and she took as much of my fat cock as she could into her mouth and sucked even harder. I really couldn’t take any more and she seemed to be able to tell as my scrotum tightened in her hand she took my cock deep into her throat and started to swallow.

  I let jet after jet of my hot cum fly down her throat as she gulped away. She then proceeded to lick the remainder of my ejaculate from the end of my cock, which made me really squirm, as it felt so sensitive! As she sat up she leant over and started to kiss me on the lips, as it started to get more passionate I could taste myself on her tongue. This made me so horny but I needed a rest before I could do any more. She picked up on this and looked rather dissapointed, “I wanted to feel that fat dick in my pussy,” she said with further tones of disappointment, “it’s not going to happen now is it, not now I’ve drained you of all that tasty cum!”

“Don’t bet on that,” I said, “I’m only 23, I’m not like guys your age, there’s plenty more where that came from!” As I said that I reached down and started to tease her clit again, she was still soaking wet down there. She gasped again and moaned quietly, I said “listen careful, because before I fill your pussy with my hard cock I’m going to thank you for giving me a lift on such a cold, lonely, late night!”

  I told her to move her seat right back, then I got down in front of her, put my hands on to her knees, and pulled her legs wide apart. I kissed her beautiful bald pussy once, looked up and said, “this is how I like to say thankyou” before gently kissing her smooth pussy lips. She gripped the back of my head quite firmly as I carefully licked round all parts of her pussy lips except for her clit. I could tell that she badly wanted me to do that so I teased her, and teased her until she begged me to pay some attention to her swollen clit. When I finally did, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue quite fast but gentle at the same time. This made her whimper quietly, and I looked up and saw she was biting her bottom lip. She looked so turned, her cheeks were a lovely rosy colour and her erect nipples were protruding from her shapely breasts through her blouse.

  As she looked so full of pleasure I thought I should ‘tip her over the edge’, so I slowly slid a finger into her hot, wet pussy and began to stroke her g-spot. This made her even more wet and soft inside so I slipped another finger in and started to lick harder and faster. Her moaning got louder and louder, and I could feel the spasms inside her as she started to come. Her fingers dug deep into the leather trim of the car, and as her back arched she started to grind her crotch in my face. Suddenly she let out a loud, involuntary moan as her whole body tensed up with an intense orgasm.

 

 She was speechless as I got up and sat back in the passenger seat next to her. She gazed at me with a cute smile on her face and said, “no one has ever gone down on me for that long before, I’m amazed you knew what you were doing so well for someone so young!” “Thankyou” I said before placing her hand on my dick (which had stiffened up again quite a while ago!), “do you want to come again?”

  She didn’t need telling twice, and she climbed over ontop of me and sat facing me with her knees either side of my hips. “I want you inside me now” she moaned as I teased her soaking lips with the head of my cock. Teasing her like that was like winding up a clockwork toy, wind it up for just long enough before letting it go.

  All of a sudden I parted her lips with my hard cock and thrust it deep inside her. It slid all the way in easily, as she was still so wet. She let out a little whimper as she realised I had filled up her pussy completely with my fat length. I let out my own little gasp as I felt her hot pussy around me, and her warm juices trickling down my balls.

  She grabbed hold of the handle above the door with one hand and gripped my shoulder with the other as she began to gyrate her hips. As she started to ride me harder I moved my hips in time, thrusting my cock all the way in, and then almost all the way out. Then Natasha started to get more aggressive, fucking me hard and fast, and shouting out “FUCK ME YOU HORNY BASTARD, FUCK ME!”

I was so turned on by that dirty talk so I joined in by shouting, “COME ON YOU SEXY SLUT, FUCK MY FAT COCK NICE AND HARD!”

  Her breaths were getting shorter and faster, and I could feel her pussy walls squeezing my cock harder and harder. Then she let out a loud moan, like the one she gave the first time, but more animalistic. As she threw back her head in pleasure I felt her nails rip through the skin of my back as she clawed away. This always hurts but feels pleasurable when you are about to come, so it tipped me over the edge and as I felt her pussy tighten even more I came myself. As I groaned I kept firing my hot cum inside her until I couldn’t ejaculate any more.

 

 We lay in each other’s arms for a while before she said, “I’d almost forgotten, I’m meant to be checking in to the hotel, what time is it?” “Bloody hell”, I said, “it’s half past six!”

Natasha said, “shit, I’d better go. You can stay with me if you like!” “I’d be more than happy to do that,” I said.

  So we walked into the hotel together and went up to her room….

 

TO BE CONTINUED!?!?!

 

 

By DAVE! x