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Superman-The Triad Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Lois’s story
Fucking Luthor. He can’t do this to me. My head was hurting and I felt funny. As I opened my eyes, I saw my body on the medical bed. I knew it was me but it couldn’t be me. I am lying here on the floor.
I look down at myself and see a man’s body instead of my normal sexy woman’s body. It is Superman’s body. I look back at the bed and it is my body on the bed. With my new super hearing, I can hear the heartbeat and know that my body is still alive.
But what has happened to me. Luthor had to change my body with Superman’s body somehow. Why and how did he do it? I see a mirror over on the far wall and walk to it. I don’t see myself at all but see Superman. His broad chest and wide shoulders, hidden behind the blue suit. His steel gray eyes and cute little lock of curly hair hanging down. I look down at the crotch and see a bulge as I realized that the warm feeling that I am experiencing is part of an erection. I am getting turned on by seeing myself in the mirror.
I mean by seeing myself in Superman’s body.
I turn and see myself on the bed, still asleep. Luthor is on another bed and is also sleeping. I reach out and squeeze a piece of metal and the metal collapses in my hand as if it was made of tinfoil. As I squeeze my hand, I feel raw power flow through my body. I feel strong and powerful. And good. I have never felt this good before.
I look at my body laying on the bed. It looks so weak and frail and small. So pale and fragile. I look at the naked breasts and wonder why men find them so magical. I have seen women with breasts that I enjoyed looking at, but my own breasts never thrilled me.
For the first time in my life, I admitted to myself that I did not like the body that I was looking at. When I was a little girl, I always wanted to find some magical way to become a man because girls never did anything but play with dolls while boys got to play all the sports and to go everywhere. Then my gangly little girl body started changing into a young woman’s body and boys started hanging out around the house, trying to impress me and to get into my panties. I quickly learned that I had a power that I could use to control them and to get them to do what I wanted. As my body shaped up, my power over men increased. I became very manipulative and learned how to obtain whatever I wanted, by just flirting a little.
But it was not enough for me. I wanted a career and to prove myself in a male dominated world. So I left home and became a reporter and chased tough assignments. I learned how to dress professional and seductive. I learned how to use any method to obtain the story and the byline. But it was never enough. Women would talk to me about their husbands and soap operas that they watched. Or give me favorite recipes. I wanted men to talk to me about the football game, and to ask me to work on old cars with them as we drank beer. And I loved hearing a good dirty joke.
I guess that I had a classic case of penis envy. I remembered my adolescence all too well and what I did to explore that strange feeling I got whenever I saw a penis. I kinda went overboard and let my budding breasts be licked and sucked and fondled by all too many boys. Then there was that night when I let my cherry get popped, and all of the many sexual encounters afterwards. I couldn’t get enough and would sneak out of the house and let myself be the star of a drunken gang-bangs. Then I woke up sick and miserable one morning. All I could think about was the hot, sweaty jousts in the back seats of cars, and all of the guilt and misery that I hid. I didn’t want be a whore. I was just curious about having a penis. A real penis between my legs.
And now I have one of those magical hot dog like things between my legs. I want to pull it out and look at it, but this is not the place. I want to see what it is like to have sex as a man. To live as a man. To have a woman waiting on me and to service me.
I remember college and a very beautiful woman. Her name was Janice Pentelton. When she walked by me, I felt a very different warmth as she smiled at me. I knew that she wanted me and would be available for anything that I wanted. I enjoyed her smell. Once she borrowed a scarf from me and I could smell her warmth radiating from my scarf when she returned it. I could smell her very personal musky odor mixed with her cologne.
When I first met Janice, she was in very good shape. Or so I thought. But she didn’t like her body and started working out at the gym with the guys every day. Before long, she had a build that most men would want to have. Before muscular women became the norm as they are now, she wanted to be able to take care of herself and did not like taking the standard weak women’s role. She discovered that she liked the way that high heels showed off her calves and strong bare thighs from playing tennis and she worked on the rest of her body to develop it to the same high standards. She liked to flex as well as jiggle. She became strong and confident and powerful, as she shaped her body into a mass of feminine muscle. Her calves were two solid diamond shaped bulges. Her thighs were solid trees of solid, sinewy muscle. Her ass muscles were two perfect semicircles of hard, twitching flesh. Her skinny waist showed off her washerboard abdominal muscles. Her pectoral muscles were solid, giving her impressive cleavage just from her muscle. Her back and shoulder muscles looked like wings. Her biceps and her triceps showed the many hours that she spent lifting weights.
I was dating the quarterback then. I always had to date the most desirable man. I felt better when number one was after me. If I had moved to Washington instead of Metropolis, I would be dating the President now. Janice came to my room one afternoon and we spent the whole afternoon laughing and talking as we sipped a little wine. Janice worked out all of the time and was beginning to get a very solid muscular build on her for a woman. I remember that day, that she was wearing a tight, low cut muscle shirt that was showing off the deep cleft of her fine, heavy breasts and the solid wall of chest muscle that was holding the breasts up. At that time, that sort of build on a woman was rare and some people hinted that she was a dyke. But I knew better. I remember her smile as I eyed her powerful limbs, thick and brown, veined and taunting, bared by a revealing tank-top stretched to bursting by her big breasts. And what can I say to describe her long killer legs. After she left, I called the quarterback over and let him fuck me for the very first time.
I set Janice up with one my boyfriend’s teammembers. We went off to a cabin for the weekend. As Larry was fucking me, I was listening to the bed in the next room, as Janice groaned and moaned. The next morning, we let the guys go fishing while we relaxed in the back yard in our bikinis.
Janice suggested a backrub and I let her. I didn’t stop her when she unfastened my top and continued rubbing lotion into my back. When she commanded me to roll over, I did, but I kept my arms crossed as if to protect my boobs. Janice gently moved my arms away and finished covering my body with lotion, making sure that she rubbed it in. She told me that my breasts were dry and needed a second coat. I shut my eyes and let her coat my breasts with the warm lotion and then rub it into my skin. I was in seventh heaven and when she lightly kissed each nipple as she finished, I almost shuddered with delight.
Then she asked me to rub the lotion on her. She removed her top and bottom and rolled over. As I rubbed the lotion into her greedy skin, I watched her butt flex and could almost hear it whispering my name. Her flat stomach showed it’s chiseled muscularity on her abs. Her huge, muscular body was ripe and shining and brown with magnificent breasts that restored the femininity to her wonderful body. As I looked at her long hair flowing down her back, I felt a very strong sexual desire for her.
She rolled over and I was rubbing the lotion on her front and having a difficult time controlling myself. She spread her legs so that I put lotion up in the area where I wanted to put my head. I was feeling very dizzy and wanted her very much. Just as I decided to learn how to become a muff diver, the guys returned. The rest of the weekend went downhill. I didn’t want Larry to touch me and pretended that my period was starting.
I was too young and didn’t know what I really wanted and desired. I wanted her to become my lover, but I was afraid that I would get a reputation as a lesbian. So we never did anything with each other, but desire each other. I wonder what she is doing now and if she still has that same wonderful body?
I stare down at my very unfamiliar erection that my thoughts were having on this male body. It has changed position within it’s confinement. It is almost as if it had a mind and will of it’s own. I felt it slowly stiffen and rise up the center of my body as it hugged my belly from the tight jerkin. When I was Lois, I wanted Superman to fuck me. I tried every trick in the book but he played hard to get. So I turned on the sexual charm and accepted his challenge. He might get to fuck me but I would really win our contest.
I used to lie in my bed and think about what it would be like to have his cock buried in me. And then I tired of my dreams. I restored the wonderful feeling by pretending that Janice was in the bed with us and we were doing a threesome. I went to the local bookstore and bought a big long thick dildo and used to pretend it was his cock in me. And now his cock is my cock. To do with as I wish.
I tried to get Clark Kent in bed once after a party. I think it was more a result of the wine than of my desire for him. He is worse than Superman about trying to run from me. I like Clark, but he does nothing for me. He is a good reporter and I like working with him, but I don’t really want him as a sexual partner. I don’t know why I tried to screw him.
I look back at my body and think about fucking it. But for some reason, I don’t want to. Isn’t that strange. My own body doesn’t turn me on.
My cock feels so hard. I can feel the foreskin easing back as it grows to it’s maximum hardiness and length. It must be eight inches. Shit. I am a man now and can lie about my cock’s length. It is ten inches at least.
I focus on one of the straps holding my former body to the table and watch as my X-ray vision melts the strap, without causing a fire. Then I use my X-ray vision and look at my former body under the clothes. Although I know every pimple and imperfection on it, I have to look at it, to prove to myself that I am no longer that person. I know that I was her, but I am not her now. I am also not Superman. I may be in his body, but I know that I am not him and do not want to be him. I have these strong desires running through my body and I don’t know how to react to them.
I walk over to my former body and touch it. The skin is so fragile. How did I ever survive in that body. With one quick easy snapping motion, I break all of the straps holding her in place. That’s right. Her. It is not me lying on that table. That is no longer my body.
I am very confused. I feel very different. I feel very strange. I feel very strong. I have to go away and examine what I feel and discover who I am. I have to know who I am.
I leap into the air and barely make it through the opening because my aim was off. I quickly rise to a high altitude and go out into outer space. I look back at Earth and know that I cannot return to my former body. I am Superman. Now and forever.
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I came back to Earth and flew across the ocean. I landed on Mount Everest and enjoyed the scenery for a moment. Although it had to be freezing cold up here, I was not feeling any discomfort at all. And this beautiful vista was mine to enjoy whenever I wanted to come here.
I leaped again and kept heading west. When I reached the ocean, I dived into the water and flew slowly through the water, watching the fish as I followed them and easily kept up with them in their domain.
Then I headed up back into the sky and back toward America. I focused my eyes and discovered how to activate my telescope vision and to use my X-ray vision with it. I focused upon Luthor’s laboratory and saw that my former body was conscious now and was talking to Luthor. As I stared at my half-naked former body, I knew that they could take care of themselves now. As for myself, I had to find out what happened to Janet.
I changed direction slightly and headed to my old college town. I wonder what my former classmates would do if they know that their former alumna was now the most powerful alumni of their school.
With my x-ray vision, I was able to search the school records as I flew there. I found Janet’s address and traced her to her new home through other records in the City Hall. She is married now.
I imagined what it would be like to find her and to let her see me in my new body. I would tell her who I used to be. She would look at me and remember how she used to feel about me. She would stand there in silence, wanting to know why I came back. I would pull her tightly against me and our lips would come together in a very passionate kiss. She would get very turned on and would push my jersey and cape off of my shoulders and began to undo my belt. She would run her hands over my warm, firm chest and lick my neck as I undress her.
I would step back and look at her perfectly sculpted legs and let my gaze flow to her stiff nipples. Then I would take her back into my arms, pressing her up against the wall as I kissed her deeply. My hand would brush up along her thigh until my fingertips found her mound.
I would spread her legs, placing soft kisses on the inside of each thigh, hearing her groan as my lips finally made contact with her clit and rubbed my hungry tongue against her most sensitive spot. I know what a good tongue can do when used right. Most men like to rush but women really like a slow darting in and out.
Then I would pick her up and fly away to a lush green mountain top where I would undress myself completely. She would curl her fingers around my throbbing shaft and draw me to her as she laid back to receive me. She would stroke me softly as she took my cock into her warm, wet lips. She would run her tongue over me inch by inch, and slowly, take my hard cock into her mouth. She would suck on my cock until it was almost ready to explode and then would beg me to give it to her.
I would move carefully at first, stroking in and out slowly, gently, until I picked up speed and intensity until I was plunging into her as hard and fast as I could without hurting her. She would cum hard as her juices flowed down my throbbing cock, causing me to cum also.
I landed on the door step of the address that I had found and rang the door bell. Although I could look into the house, I decided not to. My cock is hard from the most wonderful daydream that I just experienced.
The door opens and she is standing there. I don’t know who was staring more at each other. Me or her. Gone was the trim, healthy, young woman that I remembered. In her place was an overweight, kinda grubby woman. She was wearing an oversized shirt and had a baby on her hip. Where she had always been very neat and kept her body in good shape in college, she was now overweight and her unbrushed hair needed coloring and styling.
“Superman” she whispered.
“Hello, Janet. Uh… A mutual friend of ours, asked me to look you up while I was in town. Lois said to tell you hello.” I said, hearing my voice for the first time.
“Lois who?” she said with a quizzical look on her face.
“Lois Lane, from your college.” I said, feeling just a little embarrassed and wanting to leave.
“Lois. I haven’t thought about her for years. Did she ever get her a job as a model? She was always so pretty and had such a nice body. I married her former boyfriend after college. This is our third child.” she said as she shifted the child.
I took a quick glance with my x-ray vision at her chest. Her once solid chest was now nothing but flab. Her large, wonderful breasts, were sagging and drooping from the volume of repeated child nursing. Her hips had rolls of fat hanging over and her wonderful musky smell had become very rancid smelling to my over sensitive nose.
“No, she became a reporter. I am sorry but I must go now.” I said as I turned and leaped into the sky.
As I flew away leaving a very puzzled woman standing on her front step, I almost shuddered to think that could have just as easily been me. I almost fell into that married woman trap.
to be continued……….

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Science-Fiction

Prison World

Notes: This story has a bit of violence and some blood, just a fare warning. It also runs a bit longer than previous stories, so I apologize in advance. I dropped a lot of Easter eggs for upcoming story, so pay close attention to the details. I hope you enjoy! Obviously it’s futa x Male with the futa on top.

Science-Fiction

A satisfying abduction

A SATISFYING ABDUCTION
All I saw were the flashes in the sky as I rode home from the factory after work. The blinding light in front of me at the crossroads made me stop. I had to close and shield my eyes as it burned into my head. I then found myself being lifted into the sir. Higher and higher I floated upwards until the cows in the fields below became dots in the distance.
I looked up and saw this huge flying machine hovering above me. There were no wings, just an almost flat saucer like contraption that was slowly rotating on the spot. It appeared to be enormous. A huge opening underneath was visible into which the beam of light that was apparently transporting me disappeared. I floated up into the aperture and came to rest suspended in mid air within the ship’s bowels.
The aperture below me closed smoothly and silently and a mezzanine like floor slowly purred into action and slid across from the edges of the machine to stop underneath me. I fell softly to the floor and looked around. In a control box opposite sat three very attractive human like females. They all boasted lovely long golden tresses and, from the little I could see of their bodies over the parapet in front of the control room, appeared to be wearing togas which exposed a central bare breast in the middle of their chests. The nipples were also a golden colour, and all three bare breasts were surprisingly full and shapely. Their skin was a pretty light brown as if they had enjoyed the services of a sun bed.
Despite my obvious fear at being abducted in this way I was not afraid. I was a twenty year old lad employed as a machine hand in an engineering factory. I was still wearing my dark blue overalls emblazoned with the company logo. From the doors surrounding me rushed about a dozen girls all similarly dressed and possessing those same lovely golden tresses. Each one was flashing the single bare breast central on their chest, with another one each side covered by the toga which flowed downwards to their bare feet. The toenails were also this lovely golden colour.
I have seldom seen so many beautiful girls in one place and each one seemed eager to make my acquaintance. As they flocked around me I couldn’t help noticing that their togas were split at the waist and their flat tummies and golden hair covered vaginas were naked and on view – knickers seemed to be something alien to them (No pun intended). I used the word ‘vaginas’ in the plural as they each appeared to possess two of these attractive organs. One was in the usual place girls on Earth have them, between their legs, but the other was in the place normally reserved for the belly button.
This second vagina was similar to the one between their legs with the exception that it was apparently always in an aroused state and fully open, exposing the inner red flesh beyond the wet golden lipped labia which glistened with their juices. Each vagina was surrounded by gorgeous golden pubic hairs.
Despite what could have been my very precarious situation I found myself being aroused by the beauty of the triple breasted ladies, and embarrassingly sensed something growing and hardening down below.
I adjusted my jeans, trying to not make it obvious, and smiled nervously at the throng of lovely females gathered around me. A voice was heard from the walls of the ship, and the girls all froze as they stood.
“Zinkum Dallier shumkiss” spoke the disembodied voice. The girls in unison began to laugh and point at me. “Zinkum dallium shumberican osster zin terranarnium” the voice continued.
An opening appeared by the side of the control room as a shutter slid silently upwards and another female, older than the others, with her third central breast covered and not naked like the other girls’, appeared and walked towards us. The girls surrounding me parted to allow the older female to approach me closely. From her toga she pulled a small golden ear ring and clipped it to my right ear.
“Remove the garments from the human male!” ordered the disembodied voice, this time obviously translated in some way by the implement attached to my ear. I froze in anticipation. The girls all giggled in unison and slowly began to pull at my clothes. They laughed and giggled as one by one my various clothing items were removed. I finally stood before them in only my boxers. Boxers that were being pushed embarrassingly outwards by what was now a full solid erection from my throbbing groin.
The girls all fell back to allow another girl, this time totally naked with all three breasts and both vaginas exposed and bare
, to walk slowly and seductively towards me. She stopped in front of me and grasped the waist band of my boxer shorts. She simultaneously dropped to her knees and pulled my boxers to the floor. My cock was standing proud and erect, waving the not inconsiderable exposed purple helmet in front of the naked female’s eyes. The watching females all gasped as my eight inch erect dick flipped into view and gradually came to a standstill.
The naked lady on her knees grasped my cock firmly in her right hand and placed it gently into her open mouth. It was my turn to gasp as she began to suck my exposed helmet and run her tongue erotically around the circumference of the most sensitive part of my cock and between the opening at the top. Oh my goodness this was awesome! Her tongue seemed to generate electrical impulses which travelled from the head of my cock down through the shaft into my groin. Eventually my whole body was enveloped in wonderful sexual electrical impulses. My dick hardened further as she continued this treatment.
To my absolute amazement my penis then began to lengthen visibly. The girl took it from her mouth and held it between the index finger and thumb of her left hand and gently rubbed the shaft. Coaxing it into a growth that my eyes and senses could hardly believe. My original eight inches were now a thing of the past. Nine, ten, eleven inches it grew before our eyes. To say I was beginning to feel pride I had never knew existed would be the understatement of the century.
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen inches and still expanding! The surrounding females began to applaud with admiration, not with their hands as we do, but by slapping their two outer breasts into the central one, causing a wonderful cacophony of slapped tits to fill the entire area. My prick steadied the growth at approximately sixteen inches. I was obviously guessing as best I could until another naked female approached and handed the first one a golden flat ruler about a metre in length.
The two naked females then held the ruler to my cock and measured from my balls to the head of my circumcised penis. Much cheering and slapping of tits ensued as she announced the incredible size.
“Twenty seven glissant corbibles!” she yelled in triumph. As I already said – sixteen inches! She was holding my cock as if in triumphal tribute. I felt quite triumphal myself! I had never envisaged in my wildest fantasies of having a prick anywhere approaching sixteen inches in length. This was a cock to be proud of. I looked around at the faces of the admiring tit slapping females and smiled my thanks.
I felt good in my naked state, surrounded by these gorgeous golden haired females, all openly admiring my new sixteen inch dick. But was it all for? What was the reason for it all?
Zymeeda, the lovely naked lady who had previously sucked my eight incher, explained that they were from a planet orbiting a sun in what we call the Andromeda galaxy, several thousand lights years away.
A supernova sixty zyglots ago (eight years in our money!) from an exploding sun in their galaxy had caused anogastic light waves (I didn’t know what these were either – but I just accepted what she said) – to surge towards their planet of Zygon which resulted in the total male population on the planet to lose
their sperm count, thus resulting in no babies being conceived since then. If continuing, this situation would result in the eventual extermination of their species.
With any males on their planet getting older and not being replaced it was decided to search for a solution. They discovered a wormhole linking their galaxy to our Milky Way galaxy which became operative every eight zyglots (about a year in our money), and in a groundbreaking mission visited the Milky Way last year to discover life on the third planet from the sun in our solar system. On returning to Zygon their controlling planetary government planned this forthcoming expedition carrying two hundred of their most fertile and beautiful females, with the object of getting them inseminated by the most suitable male human they could find.
That was me folks! Surprised? I wasn’t – I always knew I was something special! Anyway, my apologies, I digress.
Now hearing of me being required to inseminate two hundred of these gorgeous three breasted golden haired damsels did not exactly fill me with apprehension, rather the opposite, I couldn’t wait to get them stripped off to fuck their brains out! The dream of plunging my new sixteen inch prick into one or both of their golden pubic hair covered cunts was a dream come true for a red blooded English lad.
“What happens if I agree to this?” I asked very politely, after all I didn’t want to upset them.
“You will be returned to earth at the same point in time as to when you left” explained Zymeeda, “and we will return when the wormhole re-activates, every eight zyglots, to request your co-operation once again with another two hundred Zyglonian females for you to impregnate.”
“Will I be able to keep this new sixteen inch prick?”
“Your Twenty seven glissant corbible sperm supplier will remain the same size as now until the end of your life on Earth. The additional sperm productivity we have introduced to your testicles will, however, be removed until our return visit with the fresh batch of females”
“What if I refuse to comply with your requests?” I asked with tongue in cheek.
“In that case the memory of all this will be erased from your mind and you will be returned unharmed to the same spot at which we found you. Your seven glissant cordible sperm supplier will naturally be returned to its original size of course, as will your sperm productivity – which has only been supplied for your speedy insemination of this present batch of females!”
Hmmm! A no brainer really.
“One more thing! How does this insemination process work?”
“We can obtain your sperm by a mechanical or female induced masturbation process or, if you so wish, you may perform the same outdated and prehistoric physical contortions that are prevalent on your planet, with each of the grateful females in turn with one every fifteen minutes of your Earth time for the next fifty hours!”
“I can fuck all of them you mean?”
“As you say on Earth, yes you can fuck each one of them individually. We will enable you to continue without sleep for the time needed, and also enable you to physically perform this outmoded and frankly primitive procedure, until all two hundred females are successfully impregnated.”
As I already intimated – this was a no brainer! To fuck two hundred of these three breasted visions of beauty was a fantastic prize in itself, but to be returned to Earth to pleasure human girls with my sixteen inch prick for the rest of my life was a reward a randy bloke like me could have only dreamed about.
“Let’s do it!” I yelled, punching the air in triumph.
Zymeeda nodded her thanks and bowed. She waved her hand for the watching females to drop their togas and stand in line stark naked, triple tits and double cunts on full view – all awaiting my service.
“You may choose which Zinkla to impregnate young Earth human.”
I was confused until she pointed at the first girl’s belly button cunt.
“Aha! One of her two Zinklas?” I mumbled “Of course!”
I didn’t want to change too much from earthly procedures and so I decided to fuck the Zinkla between their legs for starters, as I was most accustomed to having a cunt in that position. The first girl was suspended in mid air with obvious hovercraft technology and I climbed nervously on top of her. Having no mattress was one thing, being suspended in mid air was another, but I coped magnificently.
The three breasts came in handy though, with not only being able to play with one in each of my hands, but having the opportunity to suck the nipple and kiss the flesh of the additional middle one. Nice!
My sixteen inch cock was a joy to control. I realised the reason for the additional length they had given me when my cock slid straight up the first girl’s vagina up to my balls. Now that is an impressive depth of cunt – I mused as I proceeded to fuck her. She didn’t seem either particularly keen or knowledgeable about kissing as we fucked, but I soon get her going by sticking my tongue in her mouth. She then started kissing like a Trojan. Sexual penetration intercourse may have been an anathema to Zyglonian females but the first one certainly took to it like a duck to water, and was thrusting her eager cunt at my plunging cock with the determination and gratefulness of a first time fuck – which this was to her of course.
I sensed my erotic sensations beginning to rise and sucked hard on her middle tit, which I had found to, be the most sensitive of the three. My thoughts regarding this were soon rewarded as I heard her gasp in the first throes of an oncoming orgasm. I was almost ready for bursting and sucked harder on that middle nipple. She exploded seismically like a well informed and expert earth female. She cluing tightly to me as her climax overwhelmed her. I, in my gentlemanly generosity, released the immense product of my throbbing balls and gushed my plentiful thick hot spunk deep inside her gorgeous body.
The watching naked females slapped their tits in appreciative applause. This was, of course, the first time they had seen a good old English down to earth fuck! Prick and cunt in total unison and ending in a mutually satisfying double orgasm. Lucky girls! They were about to get the same! One after the other they were suspended in id air, for me to climb on top of them and fuck them silly. Zymeeda had been correct in her explanation. I didn’t feel the need to sleep during the two hundred fuck marathon, and the momentum and strength of my physical prowess was never doubted.
I managed to fuck and impregnate all two hundred girls without breaking sweat! I unfortunately failed to bring ten of them to orgasm in the fuck, but like the gentleman I am, proceeded to finger and frig all ten to a satisfying and totally surprising climax. I really am a considerate bloke.
The naked Zymeeda, to her credit, finally accepted that the ‘primitive’ earth procedure of physical fucking to inseminate was a more satisfying of becoming impregnated, by requesting a fuck of her own. Which I of course was happy to supply. She came three times, the greedy Zygonian bitch! One for each of her tits. I came twice – one for each of her cunts! I like to please.
It was with mixed emotions that it came time for me to be returned to Earth. I was quite sorry to leave all those frustrated females. You know – I could have fucked them all again given the chance. But no! Zymeeda was insistent that they had to leave before the wormhole closed for their return home. Each of the now satisfied three breasted females wanted to kiss me goodbye, with several confirming that they would like to return in eight zyglots, after giving birth to my child, to be fucked and impregnated once more by the sixteen inch prick of yours truly.
They were all waving and crying as I was lowered from the ship in the hover light. It was as Zymeeda had promised. I was set down in exactly the same spot that I had been first abducted. I picked up my bike and mounted. I looked up and waved as the space ship moved slightly to the left, before zooming at the speed of light up into the dark reaches of space to find that opening to the wormhole for home.
I smiled and shrugged. Two hundred of my kids would be walking on a planet in the Andromeda galaxy within a few months. Hmmm!
Now to try my new sixteen inch prick on the local lasses!

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Planetary Resort Part II

Jean has entered the service of Matron Mary’s brothel for aliens and humans on the Planetary resort called Toettut. She is willing to do whatever it takes to help save her son.