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It was the picture of Americana in southwest Idaho.

A partly cloudy sky, with more sun than shade. Deep green grass. Horses munching away in the pasture while the kids, whose ages ranged from 2-16, played on the trampoline and playset.

The husbands primarily were under the porch overhang, gathered around the grill, while Osvaldo and his 8 year old son Elliot jokingly played corn-hole in the grass.

Their wives were on the furniture on the other end of the porch, doing as women do, keeping an eye on the children for the most part and enjoying their own trials and tribulations. Most of which focused on family dramas, future plans and prices for various groceries.

"Yeah, so what I'd like to do," Brady said, beginning to flip the burgers from the top left, "is kinda what you did, but I'd like to do 4 rails instead."

Steve nodded and took a drink of beer from his Payette Brewing Co. bottle. He absentmindedly watched Brady do so, his left thumb tucked into the front pocket of his jeans, shifting his cowboy booted feet to equal distribution instead of one leg being cocked slightly. His slight belly showed his 36 years of age, and while he didn't like it, and wished he could find the consistent motivation to work out, his wife didn't mind, and his shirts still fit, including the plain white t-shirt he wore now.

"Yeah I don't mind the three, but the three inch- I wish I'd of been able to afford the three and a half," Steve said, shifting the bottle to his left and adjusting his multicam hat on his head, though it needn't be done. His brown, fade cut hair wasn't bothering him, it was more just a habit.

"You did your fence yourself?" Jeff asked. He was blond, worked out tons and was wearing a polo, cargo shorts and flip flops.

Steve nodded, "Yeah the little mustang got out suddenly last year, little shit."

The women meanwhile were discussing flowers.

"I'm so jealous of your little play area Jenny," Hannah said, taking a sip of her soda.

She was married to Brady, and three of the tikes running around were hers. She was 36, was 5'7" and 133 pounds. She knew she was attractive, as all the women here were, but her husband appreciated her the most, and that's exactly the way she prefered it.

They'd been married for well over 10 years, he was the father of all her babies, and they led a great life.

"Well it's been a lot of work, but yeah, it's coming together," Jenny said. "We've done a ton of work just to try and keep the weeds away." Her husband was Steve, and as she finished her sentence she looked over at her man.

They'd been together the longest of the group of six couples, having been dating since junior year of high school, over 18 years prior. They had the second oldest child there, at 15, and the second youngest as well, a three year old girl.

They'd been the ones to leave though, he going into the Army right after high school and finally leaving six years prior, and they'd all reconnected.

Steve was still her king though, and she his queen, as they routinely told each other. Even now, as Heather, a half-asian, half-hispanic woman asked her about the newest berry they'd planted Jenny couldn't help but think about what her king had done to her last night, and her panties got warm under her flowery, blue, spaghetti-strapped sundress.

Steve noticed her looking at him, and flashed her a smile, giving his queen a fun wink.

And that's why she couldn't help but love him. He just did those little kinds of things that other men didn't with their wives. Sure he had a temper, he played video games, his memory was horrible.

But his positives more than made up for it.

"I'd like to plant blackberries, especially if they have uh, no thorns," Amanda winked, and took a bite of potato salad. She was a short, slightly heavy black haired woman married to Osvaldo.

She looked over and saw her son and husband playing cornhole still, though Jeff and Joe had gone over to play with them. They were married to Heather and Ellen, respectively, to Amanda's left.

"Yeah me too," Hannah said, to which the others laughed slightly.

"Bullshit," Kelly said, deciphering the code words; "You have too much going on already. Brady would strangle you!"

"Oh he'd be a little upset, but he always cools off," Hannah said, chuckling.

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The

"It's

"I

"Oh yes. That's what I need," she cooed as she began to ride up and down my shaft.

"Couldn't

"Not my idea." I whispered as Linda groaned in pleasure, reaching for my hands and pulling them toward her tits.

I played with her tits for only a few minutes before Nancy sat up enough to suck one of her tits into her mouth.

"Oh god!" Linda cried as she rode me harder, her body slamming down onto my legs with each stroke.

"Mother

"Oh,

"Um, Am I to guess you three slept together last night?"

"Uh huh. Miss Nancy figured out what was going on at the lake. Long story short, we played all night and slept together."

"Um. Ok." She said, a bit of fear creeping into her eyes.

"Yes

"Now?"

"Unless you have something else to do."

"Well, mom and I were supposed to go shopping, but, well, "

"Come on. Take off your clothes. I want to see what he got so turned on over."

"Mother," Emily said, looking at her mom roll off my hard dick?

"Up to you, but I think it's a now or never proposition."

"It

"Ok,"

"I

Now naked, Emily climbed up the bed, not sure where to go.

"Why don't you go ahead and finish what your mom started?" My wife said, gently stroking my pussy juice covered dick.

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 "Well, this has been fun!" My wife said, as she walked around camp after the boys pulled out.

"It

The

"I think I want a shower." Linda said, getting up. "Why don't you come with me Em"

"That sounds good." She answered. "Let me get my stuff."

The

"You are so hard!" She said stroking me through the towel. "Have you been thinking about fucking me all day?"

"You better believe it."

"Did you notice what I'm wearing?" She asked coyly.

"If

"You

"Just for you."

"I

"I

"Oh;

"How about we get rid of this?" I asked, pushing her shirt up.

"Someone might see!" She protested even while she was lifting her arms up.

"It's

I

She

Her

"Oh; that felt so good!" She whispered in my ear. "I don't know what made me cum so hard, but I liked it, a lot!"

"Maybe it was sitting outside like this, or maybe it was all the teasing we did all afternoon."

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I

I

 To my

I

"Wow!"

I held my finger to my lips to quiet her, I really didn't want the sound traveling up the hill to the tents.

She came down the hill and stood on the shore, a few feet from where I was crouched down. "Where you headed?"

"Out to fish." I said quietly "Why? Want to come?" I asked, half joking.

"Go fishing? That sounds interesting. I love to fish. Do I need anything?"

"Nope, but you'll have to be quick. I'll pick you up on that point in five minutes if you're coming."

"Okay." She said getting up and practically running up the trail"

I

"Thank you. For the show and for taking me along." She said over the sound of the idling engine.

I

"I wanted to wear something a bit sexier for you." Mary said over the sound of the engine.

"Oh?" I responded. "That looks like the same shirt."

"Oh

"Wow! That certainly is!"

"So you like it?"

"What's

"Good!"

"This is going to be hard to fish." I said out loud.

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The

Ellie

"Fuel filter, I replaced it and now it's turning over first try."

"Hungry? I got up earlier than I thought so I baked banana bread."

He smiled. "Absolutely, let me go wash the gas off my hands."

"Here, this will make sure you come back." She broke off a piece and fed it to him. As he hummed his appreciation.

"You

"Do

"Isn't this how the spider lures the fly into its web?" He chuckled.

"Can

"Sounds like a good philosophy. I'm kind of scared though. What's the bad stuff?" He paused for a moment.

"Have you always been such a deep thinker?" She asked.

"I

"I

"What about you Luke? Are you willing to brave the bees to get the honey?" She asked.

"I've only been called a coward once, by you."

"I called you a chicken, not the same thing." She grinned.

"So; what are we doing today?" Luke just smiled and drank his coffee.

"Jeans,

"Are we; becoming a 'thing'?" He asked her. The genuine innocence was so sweet.

"Well

She

"No

Ellie bust out laughing. "I was wondering where they'd gone to. I thought you'd pocketed them you pervert."

"Oh

Ellie

"No,

"I thought tonight was going to be our first date?" He asked curiously.

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The domed city of Argon is a marvel of engineering created in the dying days of the old regimes. Uninterrupted wars; the plundering of rapidly diminishing resources; and extreme weather events, had reduced most of the planet's population to little more than scavengers and refugees, dependent on the largess of the privileged few who controlled most of the Earth's remaining wealth and resources. The ideas of democracy and freedom had been swept away by the unstoppable return of the medieval concept of feudalism. The wealthy elite became the new aristocracy, while the bulk of the population was reduced to modern day serfs; indentured to their local overlord from cradle to grave.

History doesn't record exactly when the planet's ruling elites decided to create huge domed cities like Argon. Possibly the domed cities simply evolved as the ravages of war, and the uncontrollable elements, destroyed wide swathes of land. Floods and wild fires herded those with the wealth and ability to move into defensible towns and cities. Those who lacked the means were abandoned to their fate. Hundreds of millions died. Taxes were directed solely towards protecting the new centers of population. Many old and famous towns and cities were left to the elements, or to the marauding armies who lived off the misery of others. Within a few decades, there was little trace of the old world. Even the rogue armies finally disbanded when it became too difficult to find food and supplies to service their rapacious needs.

We're told that Argon is typical of the domed cities scattered around what is left of the inhabited world. Argon's large central city houses about eighty thousand people. Access to the domed part of the city is strictly controlled, and no serf is allowed into the central city without a special permit. To live inside the domed center requires wealth far beyond most people's imagination. No city citizen ever dirties their hands doing menial tasks. Consequently, in order to service the needs of the new elite, nearly two hundred thousand people commute daily into the city from one of sixteen outer settlements. Most of the commuters are serfs who have purchased short term freedom from their settlement overlord. The commuting workforce provide all the essential services that keep the city operating from day to day. Laborers and house servants are in great demand, along with those who provide personal services ranging from hairdressing to sexual services.

Despite the strict rules that control our lives, we are generally a happy population, or so I am lead to believe. Our rulers constantly remind us that these days we have a steady supply of food, and that most settlements now boast their own medical center, albeit with unqualified medics and very few drugs or medicines. New laws limiting a serf's work hours to only sixty hours a week mean that we have more leisure time. None of this existed until as recently as eight years ago. I can remember the days when my family went without meals, and my parents' reliance on dubious folklore remedies for dealing with ailments.

The strictures of modern day serfdom prohibit those living in the settlements from obtaining jobs in the central city without compensation for 'loss of future labor' being paid to their local overlord. For young people, where 'future labor' may represent forty or more years of service, the cost of compensation for a lifetime of freedom is well beyond the means of a young serf. Many must opt for purchasing their freedom for a limited time in the rarely-achieved hope of earning enough in the city to purchase an extension of time.

Those seeking permanent freedom usually take an indirect route towards achieving their goal. One such route is to undergo one of the quarterly assessments and authentication conducted by the Bureau of Ancillary Services. The Bureau's authentication process ensures that the never-ending demands for young workers in the city are satisfied. Success in the Argonaut, as the assessment and authentication process is commonly called, means freedom from serfdom; although that freedom invariably comes at the price of a large debt to be repaid. The Bureau will lend the successful serf the amount of compensation due to the serf's overlord, enabling a city work permit to be issued. However, even attending one of the quarterly assessments can be a costly affair. Firstly the serf must compensate his or her overlord for the three days absence from work, and secondly the serf is required to cover the cost of accommodation for the duration of assessment.

Argon's settlements are named after American presidents and European royal houses, reflecting the origins of most of the city's population. Governance of Argon, and hence its settlements, is by a military junta who appoint all the administration and military officers, including each settlement's leader. The junta also creates and enforces the laws which control our daily life. Anybody who voices dissent against the junta's reign is rapidly and severely punished without any right to a trial. Even those living in the city are careful about what they say. Rumors says that the worst offenders are executed, but none of our heavily censored news-feeds make reference to anyone suffering that fate. Minor offences usually result in longer work hours, or the loss of access to the few recreational facilities.

But enough about my world, it is time to tell you of my place in it. My name is Jasmine, and Buchanan settlement has been my home for all of my nineteen years. I've worked in one of the local recycling plants ever since I left school at eight years old. For a decade I have had a dream of buying my freedom so that I can work inside Argon's central city. Now I have a chance. I am one of those who will be assessed at the next Argonaut, thanks to an anonymous benefactor who has sponsored my application.

For better or worse, I have chosen my next step. My arrival at the old boarding school that houses the Bureau of Ancillary Services assessment center is the gateway to my future.

It's nearly midnight and I can't get to sleep. The first session of the Argonaut starts in nine hours. I still can't get over my sponsor's generous offer that has allowed me to attend. I realize that the very late arrival of the sponsor's offer confirms that I'm a last minute substitute. Given my father's blemished political record, I suspect my anonymous sponsor is scraping the bottom of the barrel in choosing me. But he or she did, and that has enabled me to be here at the old boarding school which serves as the headquarters of the Bureau of Ancillary Services. The original school closed decades ago when Argon's junta decided to close the last remaining links with the decaying towns and cities beyond the borders of Argon's self-proclaimed territory, effectively isolating us from the world. There was no need for schools with boarding facilities after that.

Every three months, Argon's Bureau of Ancillary Services accepts the applications of exactly fifty settlement adults between the ages of eighteen and twenty-seven. Successful applicants become contestants in the Argonaut, which consists of a series of interviews and tests supervised by an assessment panel. Some of the interviews are broadcast on the news-feeds throughout Argon and its settlements, with the intention of attracting future employers for the hopeful contestants should they secure a city work permit. The number of permits available each quarter is a closely guarded secret. Consequently, passing all the tests doesn't automatically result in a contestant being granted a permit. And obtaining a permit doesn't guarantee a good job. Not all city jobs are better than those in the settlements, but that doesn't stop the competitiveness for the permits. That competitiveness often includes a range of sabotage and underhand tricks targeting the weaker contestants.

These days the Argonaut doesn't automatically favor the handful of contestants who have served a ten-year term in the military, and who are now into their twenties. The leaders of some settlements still prefer the old tradition of favoring the applications of those who have served in the military. Former soldiers are often trained to do well in the Argonaut's tests. A contestant's success can give a boost to their own settlement's ranking in the eyes of the junta; a ranking that determines the priority given to the funding of a settlement's civic improvements.

It's no secret which contestants were formerly in the military. Knowledge of their status is intended to intimidate the other contestants. Their names and reputations are etched in every other contestant's mind; Paulo and Chloe from Eisenhower, Heidi from Grant, and Mansel from Bourbon. All contestants have the support of volunteer helpers who do everything from offering advice to helping solve minor problems. These helpers are an eclectic selection of oddballs and do-gooders from among the city's bored residents. Not all of them are model Argon citizens, and three of the female contestants have already complained about being groped by one of the helpers.

I give up trying to sleep, and I decide to take a walk around the old school building housing the fifty contestants for the current Argonaut. I slip my short dressing gown over my even shorter nightie. Normally I sleep naked, but I had the sense to borrow a nightie and gown from my twelve-year-old sister. I'm not a blushing maiden, but sleeping naked in a mixed gender dormitory is asking for trouble.

The eight dormitories are designed to accommodate six people in each. Seven are single-sex dormitories. However, the late applicants, like me, must put up with eight of us crammed into the room, which now houses three male and five female contestants. Everywhere is quiet as I head towards the communal dining area. Everyone else must have had no trouble in falling asleep. In Harper's case that probably has more to do with the quantity of alcohol he consumed during the evening meal, since he's asleep on the dining room floor. Suddenly a movement catches my eye. I duck behind a door in case it is Patrick. He also comes from Buchanan, and he's the closest person I have to a friend in this place. I'm not certain I want him seeing me dressed like this. I watch the figure at the other end of the dormitory for a few moments before realizing it is one of the robots that clean up after us. They try to be invisible, hovering just out of sight unless one is needed to clean up

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We

"You ready to go, Linda?" I called.

"In

"Can I come with, mom?" Emily asked.

"Sure

"So did you get a good look?" Linda asked once we hit the main highway.

"Huh?" I asked stunned.

"I asked if you got a good look?"

I

"You

"Oh stop giving him such a hard time mother. You know damn well you fell on him on purpose!" Em said from the back seat.

"Well what did you expect, with him looking at me that way and all."

"Oh lord mother. You wanted him to look as much as he wanted to look."

"You should talk! Did you think I didn't see you flashing your tits at him in the boat?"

"Me?

"Emily!" her mother cried.

"Oh

"I don't know what to say." I said quietly. "I had no idea."

"You mean you didn't know I wanted you when I was hugging you and pressing my tits into you?"

"Hell

"You need to think less and fuck more!" Emily said, obviously angry.

In the meantime Linda was sitting half turned in the seat, trying to see her daughter.

"Do you really think I have been having sex with Mr. Mike all these years?" She asked Emily over the seat back.

"Hell yes! I would have too if I could have gotten him to do it!"

"We

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June 2014

As a Missouri outdoorsman, Nancy and I stay very involved in our community.

Nancy and fellow teacher, Linda, had been best friends since out kids were born over twenty years ago. She was still a very good looking woman, but I never saw much of it because she wore fairly conservative clothing and such. Now that her daughter was living in the house with the new grandbaby, she didn't get much privacy.

Since her husband was a deadbeat and not around much, I suspected that the only sex she ever got was at her own hand. We never talked about it of course, but I often wondered what she thought of me. I liked to think that some of the subtle things she did over the years indicated she was attracted to me.

Now she lives out in the sticks on a small lake, well away from any neighbors. On one occasion I was headed out to fish on the lake, having a standing invitation, and a day off. She was mowing the lawn when I drove up, wearing a one-piece swim suit because it was so hot out. She didn't need to be concerned about passersby or anything since their driveway was easily a quarter of a mile long through thick woods, making their house and yard well hidden from the main road.

As I drove up it was clear that the strapless top of her suit had ridden down considerably from the bouncing of her c cup breasts, exposing the entire top of her breasts, just barely hanging on by her nipples. It looked like one more bounce and they would both be on full display. She looked as shocked to see me drive up as I was to see her home mowing the lawn.

I drove by her on the driveway as she mowed along it, her eyes looking at mine and my eyes looking at all the skin on display. I continued down the drive and parked by the lake to put my little boat in. She came down to see me only after she had gone in the house for several minutes, returning with a button down shirt pulled on over her suit and her faced flushed.

We chatted amiably while I got the boat ready and then she returned to her mowing while I went out fishing. I couldn't help but watch her mow as I worked along the shoreline. I noticed her look at me several times when she didn't think I was watching.

A few months later I was back out again, having changed where I put the boat into the water, now putting it in down by the dam, partly so I didn't disturb her again like I had. It was a hot Saturday, but as evening approached it was starting to cool down into the low eighties. The sun was just touching the tops of the trees as I slowly and silently worked along the weed bank on the west side of the lake where the shadows had started growing first.

The woods started right at the shoreline and marched unbroken away from the shore for hundreds of yards. The cat tails had a good year, and were easily seven feet tall. I eased my plastic boat silently as I could along the weeds, a few feet at a time, flipping a floating rubber worm into the tiny gaps in the weeds. There was a cut in the shoreline that I moved into. I tossed my worm into a gap and got hung.

It happens, but it's frustrating. It generally ruins the spot for more fishing, but I move silently in anyway. I was right into the edge of the weeds when I first heard it, a gentle moan. I pulled the boat in tighter and looked through the weeds. What I saw was startling.

Lying on a folding lounge chair in a small clearing of the brush and weeds was Linda. She was completely naked, her swimsuit laying on the end of the lounge, one of her hands busy squeezing her breasts and nipples and the other franticly rubbing her pussy in circles. It was the second time I had seen her naked, but this time I was getting a much longer look.

I couldn't tear my eyes from her, my dick getting harder by the second. She was oblivious to the fact that I was there, and I didn't want to spoil things between us, so I stayed were I was, not able to move away and not wanting to get closer. I was so close to her that I could smell her aroma, my dick responding inside my shorts.

I quietly used one hand to undo my shorts and pulled them apart, freeing my dick and silently glad I didn't wear underwear because of the heat. I slowly stroked my rock hard while watching Linda work on her pussy, her flowery lips wet with her moisture and spread wide so I could easily see the entrance to her velvety tunnel. I was tremendously turned on at this point, stroking my dick faster as her moans became more animated.

At this point I should have backed off and respected her privacy. If I had been thinking with my brain instead of my dick, that's what I would have done, instead I leaned forward to get a better look.

In my mind's eye I watched myself lose balance and start falling forward. The next thing I remember is standing up in thigh deep water, my shorts floating around my legs, leaving me naked from the thighs up.

Linda also saw me at this point, one hand going across her breasts and the other covering her pussy. My boat was floating away, leaving me little choice but wade out of the water to the shore so I could gather myself together. I stepped through the tall weeds to the shore, water streaming from my body and wet clothes while Linda tried to cover herself by spreading her swimsuit across her body.

She froze in mid motion, partly recognizing who was standing there watching her, and also processing the fact that my soaked shorts were now around my ankles and my hard dick was sticking out like a flagpole, pointing at her. We stood there watching each other for what seemed like hours, but I am sure was only a few seconds. Slowly she allowed her hands to drop from covering her body and pull the material of her swimsuit off to the side. She was sitting on the chair, completely naked, and intentionally exposing herself to me.

I pulled my wet shirt off and tossed it aside, allowing her to see as much of my body as she was allowing me to see of hers. I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked it slowly, aiming it at her while she spread her legs and moved a hand back to her clit, starting to gently stroke it again. I stepped out of my wet shorts and moved slowly to the chair she was sitting on. She lay back down on the chair, putting her feet on the seat and spreading her knees as wide as she could.

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"Doctor Lintrell?"

The brown-haired woman looked up from her desk and lowered her cats-eye glasses. "Yes? Do we have an appointment?"

The

"Oh, yes, please close the door and have a

The agents sat. The man, Smolder, leaned forward, looking skeptical. "About a large blue penis?"

The

Kelly read it and then

"I don't remember writing that, agents, but it's definitely my handwriting."

Smolder took a picture of the note with his phone and handed it back to the doctor. "John Smith, huh?"

She looked nettled. "Obviously a fake name...I expect that he was embarrassed about his penis."

Kelly nodded. "And you can't remember anything about this man, other than that?"

Doctor Lintrell shook her head. "I'm sorry...my staff didn't even remember him. One thought that he might have had brown hair?"

Smolder

"I'm sorry for my partner," Kelly said. "He's a bit of a skeptic."

The doctor nodded. "You said you were Homeland Security? I called the local police."

Kelly got to her feet. "We believe that this could be far bigger than a local issue." She drew closer and whispered, "Aliens."

The doctor looked at her blankly. "You think 'John Smith' is Mexican?"

Kelly frowned and sighed. "Something like that. We'll be in touch, Doctor."

---

Spring

He caught the gorgeous blonde just as she was heading back to class. "Hey, Charisma! Can I talk to you?"

"You are talking to me," she replied dismissively, not stopping.

"I mean alone!"

She paused and turned to him. "What for?"

"I...I have to show you something...you'll really love it!"

"I've

"Just a sec," Ed said. He turned his back to her and let

"Oh," Charisma responded as she beheld his large blue alien penis.

Ed paused. "Oh?"

Charisma pulled her skirt up, surprising him. "Yeah, I already got one of those. Blue dick buddies!" She held out her fist.

Ed was unable to tear his eyes away from the 4" blue penis hanging between her legs.

"Oh, c'mon! Don't leave me hangin'!"

Ed slowly raised his arm and gave her the saddest fist bump ever.

"Okay, see ya!" Then she was gone, leaving Ed standing alone in the girls' washroom.

*So...I

"Drones?"

*Yeah...well,

Ed's mind was overloading. Everyone he had sex with? "Muh...my Mom too?"

*Oh, she's been great, just going to town on the locals, and then with her own sister...so hot!*

"Aunt Erin?!"

Just

*Time to have some fun, Ed!*

"But...no..." Ed felt his body flush with desire for this young woman, Perry leading the way as he advanced on her.

She

"Perry...I

*Hey,

Ed started to thrust. It was feeling really good. His mind

*That's what I named your remaining testicle. I can make

"I...umm..." Ed unfastened the girl's bra, and her B-cups

"Uh-huhh..." she moaned as Ed started to tweak her wide nipples.

He felt her pussy gripping him tightly. It was feeling really good now...

*Time to choose, Ed! Pinky or Perry?*

Ed continued to thrust. Why couldn't he think straight? he wondered.

*Looks like I gave you a little too much happy juice, buddy. How about we give her both, and may the best man win?*

"Uh!

"Uck-ah!"

"Huh...huh..." Ed leaned down upon the girl, all of his energy gone.

"Umm...can'd breedh..." the girl groaned from under him.

He pulled back, Perry slipping out from inside her and making them both gasp. "Oh, sorry," he offered.

She

Ed grabbed her clothes and handed them to her under the stall door.

"Thanks!"

"You're...welcome..." Ed shook his head, zipped up, and went back to class.

Ed

Homeland Security agents Kelly and Smolder were stumped

"Hmm..." Kelly hummed as she consulted her phone.

"I know that 'hmm'," Smolder responded jokingly, "you found something."

"A

He didn't even look. "Oh God, aliens again? I keep telling you, there's no such thing, Kelly!"

"So you keep saying," she replied, "but do we have anything better to go on?"

Ding dong!

Ed woke up from his nap. "Mom?" he called out.

Ding dong!

Since

"JOHN SMITH!" the man pointed a finger accusingly at Ed.

Ed staggered back. That was the fake name that he had given at the clinic! How the hell had they found him?

"Oh, enough, Smolder," the woman chastised him. "Are you going to yell that at every brown-haired male we come across?"

The man smiled, chagrined. "You never know, right?"

Ed tried to control his breathing. "Um...um...who are you? What do you want?"

The

"Um, sure," Ed acquiesced as they closed the door behind them.

"Who are you, if not John Smith?" the man -- Smolder -- asked him, notebook in hand.

"Ed Doughtry, sir."

"'Sir'...someone raised you right, Ed. Are your parents here?"

"Dad's

"We'd like to ask you about the meteorite that landed in your back forty, Mr. Doughtry," Agent Kelly asked.

"Meteorite? Sorry, I wasn't aware," Ed lied.

"It

"Um, sure..."

He

Smolder gave him a disarming smile. "So, Ed...what's there to do for fun around here?"

In

A minute or so later,

Lacey suddenly felt very hot. She had to get her clothes

Then she realized that

She moaned as she pushed back, and that sizable member

Then

Her lover started to thrust

"Ungh!"

Lacey

Eve Doughtry tucked her softening member

Agent Kelly returned. "Unfortunately, there wasn't much left of the meteorite."

"So, no aliens?" Smolder asked with a sardonic grin.

Ed choked. "Uhh...aliens? Are you kidding?"

*You rang?* Perry sounded in his head.

"Where the hell have you been?" Ed subvocalized.

"What was that?" Smolder asked.

"Just...wondering when my Mom's going to be home. She's been gone for a while."

Kelly

*Oh, she's cute, Ed...kind of a hot nerd, don'tcha think?* Perry asked.

Ed smiled at her and nodded, "Yep."

"All right, we'll show ourselves out. Have a good day." Then they were gone.

"Perry, that was way too close!" Ed exclaimed.

*Relax, Ed...if we can't beat 'em, she'll join us, and it looks like she's the smart one in that partnership. Problem solved.*

Ed wondered.

Agents

An attractive, shorter brunette woman opened it and gave the agent an assessing gaze. "Yes?"

Kelly

The woman stood back and

"Thank you." Kelly entered the house. "Oh, what a lovely home you have, Darl--"

As

"--ahh!"

In a flash, Darla was upon her, pushing up the

*Ha! Got her!* Perry announced in Ed's head.

"Got who?"

*Agent Kelly! She went next door to Darla's, and...*

"Aunt Darla too? Oh, Perry!"

*Shit! What just happened?*

"What?"

*I lost contact with Darla...there's just nothing!*

Ed had never heard Perry sound worried before. "Um..."

*I'm calling in reinforcements.*

"Coraaa...whyyy...?"

"I just gotta..." Cora responded, "...gotta...unhh..." She

"Aahhh! Corrraaaa!!" her mother screamed as her own orgasm exploded from the hot, wet pressure filling her.

Cora froze for a moment, pulled out quickly, and raced from the room, not even pausing to pull her baggy jeans back on.

Around

A few minutes later, there was a banging on the front door.

*Don't answer it, Ed!* Perry yelled in his head.

"That's not your reinforcements? What do I do?"

*Out the back!*

Ed rushed for the back door, but Agent Smolder kicked that in, gun drawn and pointed right at him.

"Ack!" Ed screeched, and automatically put his hands up.

"Open the front door, Ed," Smolder directed him, his pistol unwavering.

He

"Err, what's goin' on, Kelly?" Smolder asked as he put away his gun. "Is Ed here our guy?"

"That's

"Okay, I'll just be out here trying to unkick the back door, I guess?" Smolder called up cheekily.

She dropped the silver briefcase onto his bed. "Pants off, Ed."

*Stupid woman!* Perry exulted, *Now she's ours! Let's show her what we're made of, Ed.*

Ed unzipped and Perry sprang out, dancing hypnotically before the short, sexy agent.

"There you are," Kelly said, her eyes turning entirely coal black.

*No! What are they doing here?! Shit! Run, Ed!*

Suddenly

Her

There was the scrabbling sound of

"We don't have much

Ed's mind felt odd, like he was waking up from a dream.

"Concentrate, Ed! Don't let it mess with your head. Think about your family," she urged him.

Ed

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On the way to school, Ed asked Perry, "So where are you from, originally?"

*Long way from here, Ed...not even sure you'd have a proper frame of reference.*

"How am I hearing you in my head?"

*I told you before, dude, we are one. If you work at it, you won't even have to vocalize for me to 'hear' you.*

"Really? Cool." He continued walking. "Hey, Perry?"

There was no response. "Perry?"

"Knock

"Eve! C'mon in!"

She did so, and rounded the corner

She shook her head. And what? Where had that come from? she wondered.

Darla stood up and turned around, a vision of brunette beauty, 5'3" and voluptuous. "Lemonade?" she asked.

Eve

Darla

Eve's eyes bored into hers. "Well, we were a lot closer at one point."

Darla blushed. "That was when we were younger. We're both married now."

"Hm."

Beeeep!

"Oh, my muffins..." Darla got up and headed back to the oven.

Eve

"Eek! Eve, what are you...ohh..."

Eve's hand slipped into Darla's panties and expertly manipulated her clit. "Lean forward," Eve instructed her, and she did.

As

"Oh my God, Eve, what is that? Oh..." Darla

Eve's small

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Darla groaned as her

With

"Oh God!" Darla moaned. "You always know what to say to make me hot, Evie! Fuck me!"

She

All through the previous day

"Huh!"

"Oh God...!" Darla cried out in orgasm as she felt the hot liquid shoot inside her. "What is...?! Oh!"

"Perry!?"

*Oh, sorry, Ed, got distracted by something. What's up?*

"I was gonna ask what your plans were here on Earth. You just want to be my penis forever?"

*Sure, Ed! What more do I need?*

Darla

Deep inside her, Eve's blue sperm swam, searching...

"So,

*You have to get her alone somewhere...where can we do that?* Perry asked him in his head.

"I...I

*Let's just stick to one at a time, okay, Ed? Rome wasn't built in a day.*

Ed paused. "Rome? What do you know about Rome?"

*I know what you know, Ed, now that we're joined.*

"So...you know what I'm thinking, at all times?"

*Ehh...I try not to listen in too much, but I need to know more about your world, bud. You're my Encyclopaedia Eddica.*

The

When the bell rang for lunch,

He was always just a

He heard the

*Now, now, Ed!* Perry admonished him, *Are you making assumptions based on someone's looks?*

He

She looked up. "The cheerleader? Heh...she wouldn't come in here by choice, Ed."

"See?" Ed subvocalized to Perry.

"See what?" Mrs. Parker asked him.

*Hmm...I think we have something she can see, Ed...* Perry suggested.

Suddenly,

She couldn't help but stare as Perry slithered out from Ed's zipper hole. "Umm...oh wow..." she moaned, her eyes going glassy.

"Is there somewhere we can go to be alone, Mrs. P?"

Soon,

"Let me see your boobs, Mrs. P." She quickly

"Let me..." she moved back and surrounded Perry with her boobs, moving them up and down the alien penis' shaft.

"Holy

After a

Ed was

"Oh..." she moaned, "you're so big, Ed..."

Once

"Ugh! Ugh! Oh, so

Ed felt proud at

"Mmm..." she moaned as he pawed at her mammaries.

Then

Ed's fingers finally found Mrs.

"Oh...!" she cried out,

Finally,

"It's...okay, Ed..." she breathed, slowly coming back to reality. Then she stood up. "Oh! I...we...oh no! What did we do, Ed?!"

Ed

Darla watched Eve's back as her old friend

Her clit itched a little, and she gave it a scratch through her skirt. She shuddered at how pleasurably sensitive it was.

Deep

The

*C'mon, Ed! Let's find someone else.* Perry suggested.

"Mrs. Parker again?" Ed considered, heading toward the library.

*Naw...someone new, guy. Don't you want to 'play the field'?*

Inspired,

"Ugh...our

Cora, an elfin, auburn-haired retro grunge chick, with the

"Umm...no," Ed responded. She knew his name?

"Then

Ed paused only a moment before he took it and pulled a drag off of it. Then he started hacking up a lung.

Cora grabbed it back with a smirk. "Poser." Then she paused, looking at his crotch. "What the hell is that?"

Ed looked where her eyes were pointing. Perry was writhing within his pants. "Perry?"

"Who's Perry?" Cora asked, unable to tear her eyes away from Ed's undulating crotch. "Jeez! What's going on in there?"

*Woo! What was that? I feel good...lemme out to play, Ed!*

"The

"Holy shiuh..." The grunge girl's

She pulled down her undies and bent over, grabbing onto

Perry dipped down and slithered between her legs, making her

As Ed thrust into the mesmerized teen, he pulled

Perry

Ed had found Cora's nipples and pinched them between his fingers. "Uh! Uh!" she cried out, and came again.

"Oh

As she felt her

"I...I gotcha...you're in trouble!"

Ed

"You...you keep

*I got her...your turn, Ed.*

My

Unlike Cora, this girl had larger breasts, probably a

There was no way to lay down

Ed was amazed that two women's

Cora...he looked around. She was laying on the ground,

*Yeah...controlling more than one at a time's a strain, Ed. I brain-blitzed her so you can do this one...what's her name?*

Ed considered. "You know what? I don't even care." And he thrust faster into the athletic girl.

*Good for you, man! You'll be a player in no time!*

"Oh

Then the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. Ed's empty

In

For

"Okay,

Ed scratched his head. Normally Aunt Erin and Uncle Dave would take his room. This changeup was odd.

"I don't wanna sleep on the floor, Eve," Dave told her.

She gave him the look that told him that she was done arguing. "Just blow up the air mattress, Bob; it's only one night."

"Humph."

When