Alien Abduction Part 3
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It might seem that sex was becoming too normal for me if we could have such banal discussions after raunchy and randy sex; but in some ways that was the lovely thing about it. It was so much the norm that it was part of the day to day life rather than something extraordinary to be obtained or achieved rarely after wining and dining some pretty woman for a while. Here the women were up for sex as much as I ever was. Maybe if all men and all women were like this then the rutting like rabbits would take up too much time; but it seemed unlikely that, no matter how successful I was in bringing the male back into testosterone heaven, they would ever spend their whole time fucking their lives away. I could think if worse ways to go.
Smenta and Minty went their ways, with their lovely fleshy bottoms and bouncy boobs, smiling and contented (and, of course, with the Don Johnson patent sore overused cunt). Smurf appeared with Tur, who looked rather content herself.
“Don” said Smurf “I confess, that, after the inner conflicts were conquered, there is indeed something of pleasure in this conjoining. Perhaps I was also lucky in having such a delightful teacher.
Don Johnson, as her current master, I have to ask if you would release Tur to me as wife.”
“Where I come from we would call this a Damascene conversion my friend. I need to consult with Tara, yourself and Tur separately before I consent.” I wasn’t trying to live up to my name and be a real Don (‘here, kiss my ring, you may be required to do me a favour later’ I thought. I could feel some aliens laughing ‘not everything has to have a filmic reference Don’); it hardly seemed up to me to give or refuse permission. But since he had asked, I needed to be sure it was the right thing to do.
I drew Tara away from them “What do you think? Can I give permission for a temporarily assigned servant to leave my service and marry? Will they be offended in the capital?”
“Tur told me she was on a loose licence. That means she can leave whenever she wishes. I am signed for four years, so if you wanted to keep me” here he put her arm through mine and flashed her eyes at me “you would have to ask permission; perhaps even buy my remaining years in compensation” So, that was okay. I didn’t want to offend the eight-ton Queen back at the palace.
“Now, Tur, you have only just met Smurf. I did not hear you say you wanted to go with him -”
“I do, I do sir, please, I do!”
“Why? You can hardly be sure you love him after such a short time”
“Love? Oh no, no, this is lust, with a little love to be sure. I have to share you, and it is true that you have an unbounded capacity for lovemaking, and I enjoy being with you and the women you bring to our bed; but Smurf is willing to be mono-lingual.” I think that mistranslated in my head, I think she was saying she wanted only his tongue – only his male tongue anyway – inside her “He treated me with such care last night; oh, not that you didn’t ... don’t ... as well. He could only manage one intrusion with his thing, but he made up for it with tongue and fingers under my instruction. And he loved it when I ... well, I”
“Okay, I get the picture” I smiled at her
“Yes, and when I suggested there were one or two women I knew, he said he only wanted to have me but I could have as many women as I wanted”
“Well, if you’re sure ... ask him to come over.
Ah, Smurf. Truly a great surprise! Can the evening have been such a success?”
“It was a revelation. Do you know a woman can achieve orgasm if you suck their nipples? Oh, yes, you probably do. But it was such a delight to bring her to that eruption of delight by nipple, by kiss, by stroking her delectable bottom.
And of course by entering her happy tube” I quite liked that term and opted to remember it for later. “I confess I was hesitant at first, but she was patient and kind and wrapped her lips round my organ; and praised it – and I know it to be a shadow of yours, but the praise made it stand right proud – and she led me through and then when she reached ecstasy with me inside her, because of me inside her! Oh it was lovely. And of course I gave her my fluids, that was gross, but, well, the rest was fun.
I am sure she is expecting your child, I shall be so proud to be the father of one of your children; but the next must be mine! I want her, I need her! Please!”
I told the two of them that I could hardly stand in the way of such desire. I made Tur promise to teach Smurf all the things I had taught her – she hadn’t fully sucked him off yet, he was in for a treat. And I made Smurf promise to have sex with her at least once a week until he was old and infirm. I don’t think I needed to make him promise, but I thought I would in case of backsliding. Smurf was man of his word and would fuck his wife whether he wanted to or not now. Of course I forgot the monthly female cycle which might freak him out, but they could deal with that themselves.
So the two of us travelled on without Tur, into the hills where iron working took place. I saw much that amazed me, the mining, the smelting, the forging and the alloys they used. They had found ways of mining that seemed much in sympathy with the environment; spoil was returned to the tunnels mixed with a type of clay which created a thixotropic reaction and set hard. So the spoil became supports for the roof. The weapons and ploughs produced were high quality and remarkably consistent, even without mass production as we had developed it. It was an education, and would have been more so if I had been an engineer I think.
As we visited mines and manufacturies – places where many craftsmen worked together rather than places of paid serfdom – we were treated everywhere like something special. I was special because, by now my fame was spreading before me; though I noticed there were an increasing number of males and females in pairs; this area, far from the capital, appeared not to have been quite so affected by the dislike of sex. They were close together and had the look of couples rather than friends. Tara was treated as special because, despite being only a servant, she was the gatekeeper to carnal nights with me. She found herself invited to coffee mornings, or the equivalent, with well-bred women; mothers often with nubile daughters ready and willing to throw their naked legs around my body. Knowing my lack of prejudice against the more mature sexual partner, Tara several times arranged a mother and daughter afternoon where two or three mothers and daughters were invited to attend at our guest chambers.
I did have to explain to Tara the difference between mature (sexy, slightly more meat on the bone) and perverse (wrinkly, tits reaching the waist, arse needing a crane to keep it from scraping the floor); I don’t think she ever got it. The problem was that, in a world where men had shown no interest in sex, there was no standard to decide what was sexy and what was not. 25 stone was as attractive as 10 stone, large floppy breasts were as exciting as large erect breasts. She did not understand the difference. We arranged some secret signals to indicate when a mother had slipped from ‘bedable’ to ‘no thanks’. I had standards you see. Or maybe I could just pick and choose.
Still, having a mother and her two daughters servicing me all at once – or me servicing them one at a time whilst the others looked on with anticipation or satisfaction (depending upon whether they had been earlier or were to be later) – was fun. As was the occasions when Tara decided to try something different.
“Ladies, and umm well, ladies. Instead of accommodating you in family groups today, we thought we would try something different. If the three mothers would accompany me to the bedroom? Yes, that’s right. Forgive my forthrightness, but it seems easier than tripping round the subject.
Ladies, you three delightfully developed women are to be the hors d’oevres, the starters, for the main course. You are all keen for your daughters to be impregnated by Don Johnson, that is understandable. Many’s the time when we have invited a mother and her daughter in together so that the mother may demonstrate to her daughter just how to accommodate Don’s impressive equipment; and the daughter had been required to show her gratitude to her mother in appropriate ... or perhaps it is inappropriate ... ways” Tara laughed and the ladies laughed too, no-one was under any pretence that the object of the afternoon was other than sex. “But we have found the daughters are generally quite biddable on their own. So this time we thought that you three delightfully sexy mothers might want to get ... ahem ... not to put too fine a point to it ... fucked with Don and each other, leaving your daughters to discover the delights of, I assure you, unbridled and orgasmic sex with each other. And of course myself and Don Johnson.
I see you understand now. Excellent. Ah, here is the man himself. As how can see, he is ready to satisfy your desires too” I was in a robe, but it stuck out at the front. The thing was, innocent virgin girls could be a delight, like a roulade or a Devil’s Food Cake. Sweet and easy to digest, I could rampage through their little bodies with gay abandon and enjoy the many-limbed delights of a one-man orgy. This option of having some meaty bodies who were both more experienced and more diffident at, for example, pissing on the well-upholstered bottom of a lady who had only ever been seen as part of the elite of society; well this was too much fun to ignore.
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