Consensual Sex

A Game of Basketball Pt. 6

If you couldn’t tell by the title, this is part 6 of an ongoing series. I would read part 1 through 5 before reading this one. It involves lots of anal sex and blow jobs with a transgender girl topping a guy from the guy’s perspective. All characters involved with sex are of the age of 18. This story is based on true events that take place some time in the near future. I hope you enjoy.

I am a Fugitive from Another Galaxy–1

INTRODUCTION
I am a fugitive from another galaxy. I ran to save my life and to prevent the conquerors of my planet from exploiting my abilities. I have fled to the other side of the universe—I only hope it is far enough as I hide among a race of warlike giants. This is my story. There are other characters, most notably Donald Dugan and Gina Provano, but I will introduce them to you when appropriate.
I was a scientist—an applied physicist– in my prior life, a leader of our planet where my job was to develop weapons for our defense and safety. I often wondered why I bothered. I tried and tried to convince the Planetary Council that we needed to prepare for invasion, that we needed many more of the high-energy electron ray cannons I had developed for our defense. They were the ultimate weapon, one which could be used with horrible consequences if not handled and managed responsibly. “From whom?” they asked, “We are at peace with the entire galaxy. Why should we worry? Why should we spend all that money?”
“The Gorkons,” I replied. “They have an arid planet and an exploding population. They are always in search of water while we have plenty. Our planet is almost covered with water. It is our life.”
“The Gorkons are more than a hundred light years away. We have nothing to fear from them. That is our final decision. Goodbye, Scientist.” I knew then that I would have to make my preparations to evacuate. It was just a matter of time, in my opinion. That time came sooner than even I had thought.
The Gorkons are a very warlike people. They live to conquer; their warrior robots are merciless. They take a planet’s riches and enslave the inhabitants. The trillions of tons of water on our planet were too much a temptation. They came less than two years after my warning. We had the technology to defeat them, but we needed many more high-energy ray cannons than we had. There were huge gaps in our defenses thanks to the shortsighted Council. That’s what I had tried to tell them. The Gorkons would easily identify those areas and overwhelm our forces. Many of their armies would die, but those who reached our surface could wreak havoc on our population. We would be forced to surrender and that would mean execution of our government and military leaders, and the enslavement of our leading scientists, including me. That was their history and that’s why I was prepared.
Our people were once land dwellers, but we evolved to be amphibious after a series of powerful earthquakes and volcanic eruptions submerged most of our land areas more than one hundred thousand years ago. Personally, I preferred living in the water to being on land although my work took me onto the land daily to develop new and more powerful weapons. Our technology was far superior to theirs, but our short-sighted governing council had made us vulnerable. With our weapons the Gorkons would be unbeatable. I disassembled the control units of the high-energy ray cannons and set them to short out within six months to keep them out of the Gorkons’ control. There was no way I would allow the Gorkons to gain control of me. Without me they would be useless pieces of ceramic and melted wires.
My ship had the latest and most advanced technology I could build, equipped with hyper-drive that could propel me at speeds well in excess of the speed of light. However, there was a price to pay. I’d have to be in suspended animation—unconscious in a tank of water and barely alive—to survive the ordeal of this travel. I blasted off into space heading away from the massive Gorkon fleet. I programmed the computer and placed myself into the chamber. It would feed and water me as well as filter my wastes throughout the years I’d be in it.
I knew that I could be followed in spite of the high speed. All rockets leave a trail of ions that can be followed anywhere so I took several precautions, entering the atmosphere of several planets and bouncing out on the other side, or even back in the direction I had come before changing direction. My ultimate goal was a small planet on the far side of what they called the Milky Way—the third planet of a yellow sun. The inhabitants called it Earth. Once there I would need to find a host, someone in which I could hide, living in the warm liquid environment of their blood. It would be the perfect hiding place. Even the Gorkons wouldn’t find me. The best part—these inhabitants were even more warlike than the Gorkons. They’d be able to defeat them for sure.
Furthermore, this planet was less than one-twentieth the size of mine and one-thirtieth the size of Gorkonia. The huge size of our planets meant our gravity was extremely strong. As a result we were small–tiny compared to the size of those on my new planet.
I had planned this escape for the entire time, ever since the Council had rejected my plans. I’d sent drones in all directions except toward the Gorkons, obviously. I had found four possibilities, but this one was the farthest and the most warlike…and the safest. I set the controls and entered the chamber. For the first time in my life I was running away. I was glad I had no family; I’d hate to have them fall into the hands of those butchers. I’d seen what they had done on other planets. Once in the chamber I pushed the final control—the master—and laid to rest. According to my calculations the trip would take fourteen and a half years; I would age fourteen and a half days. I floated down to the bottom of the tank and closed my eyes. I could feel the acceleration and then nothing. I was gone.
CHAPTER 1
I abandoned my ship, allowing it to fly into the yellow star. That would lead any followers away. My escape pod was tiny–roughly the same shape and size of what the earthlings called a cigar butt–and designed to elude detection by even the most sensitive radar as it floated slowly down. I entered the atmosphere in search of a suitable host. I knew what I wanted—a young male, not more than twelve of their years in age. Such a specimen would likely protect me for years and years. I am not a parasite that would ultimately destroy the host. Mine would be a true symbiotic relationship in which we would both prosper.
I landed in what we called a park back home where I could see a group of males playing some kind of game in which they tried to throw a spheroid through a metal circle up on a long pole. I heard one of them call it a “basket.” One player was clearly terrible. Even I could see that. He dropped the spheroid repeatedly and was unable to throw it through the “basket” unless he was very close. Even then it appeared to be a challenge for him. I thought he might be suitable, a challenge worthy of an intellectual like me. I had my chance when the spheroid rolled into the plants where I was hiding.
Compared to these beings I was tiny. I needed a protective casing to shield me from the dry air; it was designed to simulate a biting animal that could provide my entry to his body. I climbed onto his footwear and up to his skin where I bit him. “Oh, damn, a tick.” I heard him exclaim as he picked it off and stomped it into the pavement. Too late–by then I was in his blood. I enjoyed being in my warm watery environment once again as I passed through the tubes in his body to his brain. I hooked on and prepared for my future life. From here I could read his mind and determine his future, hopefully for the better.
The game broke up and he propelled a strange device with two wheels down the street. I used this time to siphon off all of his knowledge. I learned I had chosen a real loser. That would change now that I was in control. Reading his thoughts I learned he was surly and disrespectful to his parents, that his progress in school was dreadful and that he had experimented with harmful substances. All of those problems would be my first priority. Then I’d handle the sports and girls he wanted so badly.
By the time he walked into his abode I knew that he treated his mother with ultimate disrespect. He greeted her kindly when he saw her in the kitchen, “Hello, Mother I’ll be glad to take care of the lawn as soon as I’ve finished my homework.” He walked up to her and kissed her cheek as she looked at him in dismay.
“Thank you, Donald. That’s very kind of you,” she replied, thinking she’d believe it when she saw it. Donald went immediately to his room and found his books. I could understand why he did poorly—his class notes were almost nonexistent. Fortunately, I was a genius with an IQ, as they defined it on this planet, well in excess of 800. I made Donald sit at his desk while he opened his Science textbook. I was amazed at how rudimentary it was. This level of science was taught in our primary schools. I whipped through the work in only a few of their minutes. Next was Mathematics, also too simple to even describe. English was more of a challenge. It was a foreign language to me, but with my auto-translation module I managed to find a way through it.
Donald changed his clothes into jeans and a T-shirt, walked down the stairs and out to the garage. It was separated from the house at the back of the property. Donald filled what I assumed was a “mower” with propellant and pulled the cord—how primitive! He pushed the machine back and forth in the yard, cutting the grass evenly. When he was done he used a trimmer around the tight areas and then a blower to clean the paved surfaces. It wasn’t much, but Donald was off to a good start.
I learned a lot about Donald and his life over the next few weeks. I also learned a lot about society here on Earth. Donald loved sports, but was small for his age, fairly frail, and lacked hand-eye coordination. I’d take care of all three problems, but gradually so as not to draw undue attention. I forced him to grow a quarter inch a month and an additional inch over his winter school vacation. I had him ask his mother for a weight set for Christmas. The look she gave him was priceless. Once he began lifting I could justify muscular growth to match his increased height. He also squeezed a tennis ball for hours daily to strengthen his hands.
Donald was a model citizen by the time Christmas arrived. He was polite and helpful and his grades had improved dramatically, well on his way to straight A’s. He had begun seventh grade at 5 feet, 4 inches and 110 pounds. By the end of school he’d be 5 feet, 8 inches and 140. By the time school began next year he’d be 5 feet, 10 inches and 165 pounds. Growth would continue until he was 6 feet, 4 inches and 200 pounds in tenth grade.
Eighth grade was a huge success for Donald. He maintained an academic average of 98.4 percent and received an award for most improved student. His physical strength improved tremendously; he was more than competitive at all sports. He was increasingly polite and well-mannered. I felt I had been successful in three of my four goals, but the last—girls and sex—would be a problem. I had no experience in the social mores of this planet. They were nothing like what we did back in Aquaria. In the end the problem solved itself once Donald went to ninth grade in the high school where he would meet students from two other middle schools.
He surprised his parents by asking if he could try out for the football team when he began ninth grade. By now he was almost six feet two inches and weighed 185 pounds. His regular weightlifting ritual had developed his muscles and made him strong. I also had him run to improve his stamina. Donald rarely watched TV and never played computer games; he was much too busy between school, homework, and chores in addition to working out. He wanted to be an end where he could score on offense and still block an opponent. On defense he’d love to tackle runners and attack the quarterback.
School began on a Wednesday, giving the students a few days to acclimate themselves before the actual rigors of learning began. Fate intervened when he walked into the school on the following Monday. Two bullies were harassing a smaller boy at the lockers, dumping his books and pushing him into the wall. “Knock it off,” Donald shouted, “What’s wrong with you idiots? What a couple of real heroes–picking on someone half your size.”
“Listen, buddy, mind your own business unless you’d like some of this.”
“I’m not fighting you…not in school, anyway. I’m out for football and I’m not getting into trouble over a bunch of jerk bullies like you. After school…that’s another matter.” They invited him to the park after school and left, eagerly looking forward to what they thought would be easy pickings. Donald helped the boy pick up his books and made sure he was okay before walking down the hallway to his class.
Later in the day Donald stepped off the lunch line looking for an empty table. He found one near the far corner. He was just about to eat when three girls he had never met asked if they could join him. He looked up to see three extremely attractive and sexy young women, two with brown hair and one with the most lustrous straight black hair he had ever seen. All three were tall and slender with budding breasts and tight slacks that emphasized their flat abdomens and firm round asses. “We saw you this morning with that asshole Jordan. He pulled that same stuff at Warner—that’s the middle school we attended.” It was the black haired girl, the cutest and sexiest in Donald’s opinion, who spoke.
“Oh, I went to Rock Hill.”
“I’m Gina,” the tall slender raven-haired beauty said, “and this is Jessica and Arianna. We’re called the Unholy Trinity.”
“I’m Donald. I’m called…well, nothing. I don’t even have a nickname. Uh…unholy trinity?”
“Yeah, we tend to get into some mischief together. So…no nickname, eh? Okay, I’m giving you one…Donnie. Can we call you that?”
“I guess…sure, why not?”
“Are you going to fight Jordan? He’s not going to fight fair. He’ll probably have all his loser friends there to help him. I think I’ll ask my brother to back you up. He’s the starting quarterback on the varsity and he has lots of football friends. He’ll like you; he hates Jordan. There’s no practice today so he’ll be free.”
The four talked through lunch—Donald was amazed that they were interested in him– and then went outside to sit in the cool shade while some of the other ninth graders played Frisbee and tossed a football. “Why aren’t you out there, Donnie?”
“It isn’t every day I have the company of three really attractive girls. In fact, this is a first for me.”
“Well, it’s not going to be the last time, is it girls,” Gina asked. “We like you and we think you’re really brave.” She leaned forward to kiss his cheek. Donald reddened in embarrassment. They continued talking and learned that they had some classes together. Donald helped them up when the bell rang, but before they left Gina gave him an invitation, “I’m having a party Saturday night. Want to come? I know we’d like to see you there.”
“I’ll have to check with my parents, but I should have my homework done by then, so okay. I’d like that very much. All I have to do is not get killed this afternoon.” They all laughed and went to class.
Donald went home to change his clothes, telling his mother that he’d be back soon. Then he walked to the park. Halfway there a pick-up slowed to a stop near him. “You Donnie? I’m Joey, Gina’s brother. Hop in and we’ll give you a ride.” Donnie noticed how big Joey’s friends were and when he reached the park he was glad they were there. Jordan had brought a dozen of his friends. He stepped out of the crowd, flexing his muscles, but Donald could see they were mostly fat, just like the rest of his body.
Donald thought this kid was nothing more than a fat bigmouth slob and I had to agree. I was pretty sure Donald could take him. He was strong and in fantastic condition. Only a foul like kicking Donald in the groin would harm him. They circled for a minute until Jordan threw the first punch which Donald blocked easily with his left arm. He allowed Jordan the first three punches, all ineffectual glancing blows before he took the offensive. He waited until Jordan stepped in for another punch before striking with a powerful uppercut to his stomach that lifted him several inches off the ground. Jordan doubled over and Donald could have finished him, but I made him wait.
Jordan was enraged and ran forward blindly, his nose meeting Donald’s fist squarely. Blood squirted immediately over his face and shirt. Several of his friends took a step forward, but stopped when they saw Joey and his boys intervene. They stepped back like the cowards they were.
“I think this has gone far enough, don’t you?” Donald extended his hand, but Jordan spat blood at it.
“I’ll kill you, you bastard.”
“I don’t think you will based on what’s happened so far. I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to live in peace and I want you to stop bullying little kids. That’s really cowardly.” Donald had barely finished speaking when Jordan charged again. Donald had no trouble side-stepping and punching his chin as he ran past. Jordan fell head first further injuring his nose. “Enough! Come on, I’ll help you up. Your nose needs attention.” He reached down and pulled his adversary up. He pulled out his handkerchief and put it onto his victim’s nose.
One of Joey’s buddies went to the car and brought out a cooler. Donald could see it was full of beer. He wrapped several ice cubes into the hankie and gave it back to Donald who held it against Jordan’s nose.
“Put your head back a bit; maybe it will help stop the flow of blood.” Donald held the icepack for several minutes. When the bleeding stopped he held out his hand. After a minute Jordan took it and they shook. Donald patted him on the back and took off. “See you tomorrow.”
“Okay, see you.” Jordan turned back to his friends and they left in the opposite direction.
“I can see why Gina likes you, Donnie. You’re all right. Did I hear you’re trying out for the team?”
“Yeah, but I’ll be lucky to even make the JV.”
“We’ll see. C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home.”
CHAPTER 2
Gina and the girls were waiting for him outside the school the following morning. He had his gym bag in addition to his backpack full of books. They applauded when he stepped down from the bus. Gina came forward and hugged him, kissing his cheek.
“What was that for,” he asked timidly.
“That was for taking care of Jordan. He’s been a real pain for years. I saw him last night and his face was a mess. He lives two houses down from us. Joey told me it was completely one-sided even though you let him hit you a couple of times first. His father was going to call the cops until Joey told him that Jordan started it—all you did was defend yourself—and you tried to stop it several times, but Jordan persisted.” She reached up and kissed him again, this time on his lips. I could sense Donald’s heart flutter in response. She took his hand and walked him into the school.
“Oh, yeah…my mom said I can go to your party. I’ve never been invited to a party before.”
Gina stepped back, looked at him in dismay, shook her head, and led him away. “I can’t believe some girl hasn’t latched onto a prize like you in middle school.”
“I wasn’t always a prize. I was a real jerk in seventh grade and then all of a sudden I changed. Don’t know why, but I did. I became a much better student, too. I actually look forward to school now.”
“Yeah,” Gina replied, batting her eyelashes at him, “I look forward to school now, too.” She kissed him on the lips again and they walked into the building. They met again at lunch, chatting like old friends and new lovers. After school Donald went to the gym and changed for his first football practice. The equipment felt foreign to him, but he realized he’d need all of it.
As he jogged out to the field Joey noticed him and called him over. “This is the kid I told you about, Coach. This is Donnie Dugan. He’s only in ninth grade, but he’s tough and strong.”
“Joey told me about the fight. Do you fight often?”
“No, sir–that was my first and, hopefully my last. I only did it to stop them from bullying. I don’t even know the boy they were picking on, but it seemed so wrong. I had to stop it.”
“That’s good. I understand that you used really good judgment during the fight, too. That’s what I’m looking for—guys who are aggressive, but who know how to control and channel it. C’mon, let’s get started.” Joey gave Donald a light fun punch in the shoulder as they turned toward the field. Football was foreign to me other than the games Donald watched on the television, but I learned quickly and Donald’s strong body carried him through. He was tired when he finally went home. He ate his dinner, did his homework and went straight to bed. By Friday he had made the team, but he still wasn’t sure he’d ever play.
Saturday morning after practice he mowed the lawn and after lunch I had Donald take a nap. He had a party tonight and I wanted him to be rested. I had a feeling that Gina might have some ideas that would involve him. Mr. Dugan drove him at eight and Gina was there on the porch waiting for him. She ran out to the car, taking Donald by the hand. “I’m Gina, Mr. Dugan. Thanks for driving Donnie over. Don’t worry…I’ll take great care of him.” He waved good-bye to his dad as Gina led him into the house. Once there she wrapped her arms around his neck and moved up for a long searing kiss. Her insistent tongue explored Donnie’s mouth. Donald was startled at first, but reacted quickly. His arms went around her waist and would have stayed there had Gina not moved them down to her firm round ass.
Gina broke the kiss and led him up to her room. “Uh, shouldn’t we be down at the party, Gina?”
“Don’t worry, Jess and Arianna will cover things for me. They’re the best—after you, that is.” She closed and locked the door then pushed Donald onto the bed.
“Don’t laugh, Gina, but I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“I know that, silly. You don’t have any experience with girls. You told me at lunch the other day, remember? Now, Donnie I want to fuck; I want to fuck you. Let me help you get undressed then you can help me.” She began to unbutton his shirt and laid it carefully on a nearby chair. She ran her hands up and down his chest and hard muscular abdomen. “Ummm, nice,” she purred, “You have such a great body with lots and lots of muscles. I’ll bet you have a nice thick cock, too.”
Donald did have a nice thick cock. I had allowed him to watch some porn on his computer. I realized that normal boys didn’t have quite that equipment, but I made sure he was reasonably well endowed. Gina attacked his belt and unzipped his pants. They followed the shirt to the chair. She noticed and admired the tent in his boxers; she really appreciated what she saw once his boxers found the floor. Gina jumped up and pulled her clothes from her body, not even giving Donald a chance to help. Her blouse now firmly on a nearby chair she announced, “These are my titties.”
Donald laughed, “Even I know that!”
“I wish they were bigger.”
“They’re beautiful…I think they’re perfect. Can I touch them…play with them?”
“You’d better!”
“Uh…what’s going to happen when your brother finds out I’m up here with you? I’d hate to get beaten up.”
“Donnie, you worry too much. Joey isn’t going to hurt you. I like you and so does he, besides I’ll protect you.” Donald looked at her—all 110 pounds of her—and laughed. Soon Gina joined him. They rolled over each other in the bed as they laughed and teased each other. After five minutes Gina stopped, looked Donald in his eyes and asked, “Condom?” When Donald shook his head she smiled and reached under her pillow, “Condom!” She rolled it onto his hard thick dick and pulled him into her. She rubbed his cock into her slit. She was already wet with anticipation as he slid into her.
“I’m not expecting much from you this time, Donnie. I’ll bet you’re really nervous so you’ll cum quickly. Then we’ll go dance for a while and later we’ll try again, this time with some foreplay. Since you don’t have any experience I’ll be able to teach you how to satisfy me without having to break any bad habits. Oh, God…Donnie you’re doing great. I can’t believe you haven’t cum yet. That’s it…fuck me harder.”
Had Donald been on his own this would have ended minutes ago. I sensed that he was ready as soon as he was half-way into her, but I held him back knowing that it would be great for his self esteem and Gina would enjoy it, too. Donald was inexperienced, but he’d seen enough porn to know what to do. He hooked his hands under Gina’s shoulders and pulled himself into her repeatedly. Gina met him every time as their pace increased. Her eyes glassed over and her breathing became erratic as she began to groan and shake. She continued as Donald pounded her tight pussy; she wrapped her legs around his muscular waist and screamed in her ecstasy as her orgasm exploded within her body. I relented and allowed Donald to cum—he blew his thick white semen into her over and over, filling the condom. Exhausted, he collapsed onto Gina’s chest. She smiled and kissed him tenderly before bringing her hard nipple to his mouth to suckle. Donald kissed her again and rose from her, grasping the condom tightly. She handed him several tissues and pointed to a waste basket in the corner. Gina dressed, went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. She washed his organ lovingly and he dressed. Together, they walked down the stairs to the party.
“Was that a scream we heard,” Jessica asked, an evil smile on her face, as she and Arianna met them at the bottom of the stairs. They giggled knowing their friend and the cause of her excitement.
“Ahhh, you’re just jealous. I had a wonderful time with Donnie and he gave me the most scrumptious orgasm. I can’t wait until later. How’s the party going?”
“Well…Jordan came over and we didn’t know if we should let him in so we sent him home. We didn’t want any trouble.”
“If it was up to me I’d let him come. We’re not enemies any longer. In fact, we shared a few jokes in school yesterday. Why don’t you call him and invite him? I think his problem is that he feels inferior so he makes up for it by picking on smaller defenseless kids. Maybe if he feels more accepted he’ll see no reason to continue. Does that make any sense to you?”
The girls looked at Donald for several seconds, their mouths open in dismay and amazement until Gina agreed and phoned Jordan. He arrived about ten minutes later.
“Oh…hi Donald, I bet you’re the reason I’m here. Gina would never give me the time of day, not that I deserved it. I was a real idiot.”
“Ha! You should have seen me in seventh grade…what a loser. C’mon let’s have a good time.” Donald took Gina by the hand and they began to dance. Donald had practiced all week in front of the mirror in his room. I would have laughed if I was able. My mouth just wasn’t built like that. Nonetheless, I was pleased for him. The song changed to a slow one and Gina pulled him close to her body, placing his hands on her ass. Several times she reached down to fondle her newly found treasure, causing Donnie to gasp and redden in embarrassment. The low lighting and the crowd of kids saved him from exposure as Gina giggled.
Eventually, she took the next step, pulling his head down so she could kiss him long and deep. Donald would have been mortified, but the other kids were all similarly engaged, even Jordan with some girl Donald had never seen before. He relaxed and enjoyed the kiss. He loved the soft plump lips that pressed against his and Gina’s exploring tongue drove him to heights of ecstasy he had never imagined before meeting this enchanting young woman.
It was almost 10:00 when Gina again led him to her room. This time I directed Donald to take a leading role. He pulled her to him once she had locked the door. “I have to lock it. If I don’t, Jessica and Arianna will be in here in a second. We may be best buddies but they’d love to catch us in the act. Then they’d blackmail me to let them fuck you. I’m not that much into sharing…not you, anyway.” Donald chuckled as he pulled her blouse over her head, spilling her long black hair over her head. He clumsily unclasped her bra, releasing her B-cup breasts with their perky erect nipples—the ones he still considered pure perfection. He undid her shorts so she could step out of them and pulled her boy shorts down her long slender legs. He noticed for the first time her closely trimmed pubic hair and placed a gentle kiss on her mound. Gina pulled his head to her abdomen as she arched her back slowly rubbing her growing clit against his lips. Donald extended his tongue, pushing it into her tunnel as he teasingly fucked her with it. She spread her legs to encourage him and fell backward onto the bed, no longer able to support herself on her legs.
Donnie rose and quickly removed his garments. Seconds later Gina pulled him on top of her as she moved back on the bed. They were making out for almost a half hour as they explored each other’s bodies when there was a knock on the door. “Gina! Tell Donnie I’ll give him a ride whenever he wants to go home. And have fun, you two.”
“My brother! I love him, but sometimes….” She laughed again and returned her attention to Donnie’s body. “Donnie…how did you get this body? You are incredible. Don’t you have any fat on you? Damn…you are in such…I just love hard firm muscles and you…well, you’re incredible.”
“You won’t believe me, but I used to be weak and puny; I was terrible at sports. All of a sudden I had a desire to improve my body and my mind. I turned away from smoking, pot, and pills and set on a different path. I can’t explain it, but it’s like I was a different person. I’m embarrassed when I think of how I treated my parents. Then one day I changed. I’m glad I did. I would never have met you if I hadn’t.”
“You might have met me, but I don’t think I would have been too impressed. But, why are we talking? Why don’t you get on your back so I can ride you? Grab a condom from under my pillow. Here, I’ll put it on you.” She ripped the foil wrapped with her teeth and unrolled it down Donnie’s six and a half inch erection, so hard it actually hurt. I’d make sure it grew, but in proportion to his body. Gina straddled his hips and pulled Donnie’s hands to her breasts. She showed him how to roll her nipples between his fingers. Her body slowly sunk onto his cock. Donnie watched in amazement as it disappeared into her slender body. She leaned down briefly for a short kiss before rocking back and forth and rubbing her love button into his hard muscles.
“This is why I love muscles, Donnie. Watch as I rub my clit into you. C’mon…meet me. Fuck me. Donnie!” He drove his cock into her, lifting her from the bed with every thrust. They continued for more than ten minutes as Gina moved closer and closer to her second orgasm of the night. I could tell she was nearing the moment and passed that information along to Donald. He increased his pace and as he did I sent messages down his nerves to prepare him for his own orgasm. If I timed this just right it could be great. Looking through Donald’s eyes and feeling through his erection and his skin I interpreted signs Donald would never be able to discern. Again, his pace increased and suddenly they stopped before they crashed together one final time. Gina’s pussy gripped Donald tightly as they came together. Gina shook like a rag doll as a series of convulsions coursed through her body; Donald sprayed his semen repeatedly into the condom. They fell together in a puddle of sweat.
“I think I’ll sleep well tonight,” he whispered. “You’ve worn me out.”
“So…if I said I want to go once more…?”
“Oh, God…forget it. I was a pure innocent virgin before you got your hooks into me and look at me now.”
“I am looking, Donnie, and I love what I see.” She leaned up, wrapped her fingers in his short sandy brown hair, and pulled him into another steamy kiss. When she broke it she told him he needed to take care of the condom. “Neither of us needs a little Donnie or Gina, do we?” Donald raised his eyebrows and jumped out from beneath her, lifting her gently with his strong arms. He wrapped the condom in some tissues and wiped his cock with the washcloth that was still sitting on Gina’s desk. They dressed, kissed again, and returned to the party.
Gina led him to the kitchen, gave him a Coke, and they returned to the living room. Donnie sat in a deeply upholstered chair and Gina sat in his lap. They talked and joked for almost an hour when she suddenly jumped up and pulled him by the hand to a room in the rear of the house. She knocked and entered. “Mom…Dad, this is Donnie…Donald Dugan. He’s the boy I told you about. You know, the one who stood up to Jordan.”
“Evening Ma’am…Sir, a pleasure to meet you,” Donald said following the introduction. Gina’s dad—Mr. Provano, stood and extended his hand which Donald shook firmly, but not so as to hurt his hand.
“Wow, I understand what Gina and Joey have been talking about all week. I can see how strong you are. You sure you’re only in ninth grade? Joey says you’re doing quite well on the football team—learned the entire playbook already.”
“Yes sir, I’m afraid so—ninth grade. I hope I get to play some time.”
Gina’s dad laughed, “If Joey’s any judge of talent I’d say you will. It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Donnie.” Mrs. Provano agreed and the young couple took their leave. A little while later Joey drove Donnie home.
CHAPTER 3
Donald was mostly quiet during the brief ride until he asked Joey, “Do you really think I’ll get a chance to play ball?”
“Are you kidding? I’ve never known anyone to learn the playbook as quickly as you and you’ve got the size and strength to do the job, too. Want to get together at school tomorrow? I usually spend an hour or so throwing to a couple of the ends and running backs. I could pick you up and drive you home, too.” Donald agreed and the date was set. “Now, listen…Gina told me you were concerned about what I thought, you know, about being in her room with her earlier. I would be pissed if you were some jerk who took advantage of her, but I don’t think that’s you. You seem to be an intelligent sincere kid and I can understand why she likes you so much. I know she’s not a virgin and I guess you’re not one any longer, either. That’s okay, too. Of course, I wouldn’t want her to get pregnant or get some disease, but if you’re careful there’s no reason why you shouldn’t enjoy each other.
“Okay, we’re here. Say–want to go to Mass with us tomorrow? We can straight to school once we’re done.” When Donald agreed, the date was set. Joey and Gina would pick him up at 9:30. They shook hands and Joey drove away. Donald walked into the house. His parents were still up and he told them what a great time he’d had, omitting, of course, the details of fucking Gina twice. “I’m going to Mass with Joey and Gina tomorrow and then to school to practice catching the football if that’s okay.” They nodded their agreement and Donald jogged up the stairs to bed.
Donald was up early as usual the following morning. He never needed an alarm clock; I had a built-in clock that I had adjusted from the 100-hour day on my planet to the 24 hours here. My species only needed two to three hours sleep a day so I was always awake when Donald needed to get up. He stood waiting patiently in the driveway when Joey drove up. He threw his bag into the back seat and climbed in next to Gina. He kissed her cheek and shook his head as he reached around her for her unused seat belt. He was really glad Joey’s truck had a bench seat. The back seat looked really cramped and it was loaded with footballs and equipment. They chatted all the way to the church, but once they entered the conversation stopped. Donald believed in behaving properly in church. Gina tugged his sleeve and pulled him to Confession. “Oh, dear God,” he thought, “I’ll have to say a thousand ‘Hail Mary’s’ after last night.” He was a nervous wreck as he entered the confessional and was almost as bad when he exited. Only Gina’s soothing touch made him calm down.
“I always go to Father Donohue. He’s a lot younger than the other priests and a lot more understanding,” she whispered. Donald just nodded and continued his penance. They rose together after Mass and left hand in hand. Donald wasn’t so sure about that, but he wasn’t about to offend Gina either. Together they drove to school. Donald and Joey changed into tees and shorts in the truck cab while Gina played at sneaking peeks.
“Big deal,” Joey shouted at her. You’ve already seen Donnie naked, so keep your eyes on him.”
“You’re right,” she shouted back, “He has a much better body than you do, and who wants to look at yours, anyway?”
“Jessica and Arianna didn’t seem too disinterested last night. Maybe I’ll fuck the two of them together…so there!” Donald didn’t know if they were serious or joking until they both began to laugh.
“Gee, you two are too much. I’m almost glad I’m an only child.”
“Oh, Donnie, don’t say that. Having a brother like Joey is wonderful. We do all kinds of things together and I always know he has my back. We like to tease each other, but we both know how much we love each other, too. C’mon, I want to see you catch some balls.” Donald laced up his sneakers and jogged out onto the field along with several others, all much older than he was. He ran some routes catching everything thrown to him, but pausing to accept suggestions from the older players. His routes were much improved an hour later. Finally, Joey had one of the players defend Donald to see if he could get himself open. I knew from all I had seen that the critical factor was quickness. I controlled Donald’s body, as always, but now I gave him incredibly quick reaction times. He was able to cut “on a dime.” Each time he returned to Joey who gave him the instructions for the next play. The final play—a hook and go—Donald left the defender in the dust, easily beating him by twenty yards when he reached up and easily caught the ball. He was tired, but satisfied, when the workout ended.
Gina came running down from the bleachers to hug his sweaty body and kiss him. Donald was embarrassed when the other guys hooted, but he knew they were just jealous. They all patted him on his back, telling him how well he had done. He felt like one of the guys for the first time in his life.
Gina asked if he would help her with Math and, of course, he agreed. He felt a bit funny walking into the house a sweaty mess and introducing Gina to his mother before dashing upstairs for a quick shower. Gina and his mother were deeply engaged in conversation when he returned.
“Gina was just telling me about the party, Donald. She told me you had a wonderful time and that she enjoyed being with you, too.” Donald gulped at the double entendre, hoping his mother didn’t get it, but thinking that she probably did. “Just sit down and relax while Gina and I get you a drink and some lunch. Then you can get right to the Math. I think you’d better use your room—you know how your dad is with his ball game on Sunday afternoon.” Donald thought he would die—Gina in his room with his mother’s blessing.
They enjoyed a pleasant lunch of Virginia ham sandwiches, homemade potato salad (one of Donald’s favorites), and garlic dill pickles along with plenty of cold milk. Mrs. Dugan volunteered to do the dishes, but Gina insisted on helping. Later, Donald led her to his room. She was surprised it was so neat and clean. “This is nothing like my brother’s room, Donnie. He is such a slob.” Donald brought a chair over to the desk for her and turned on his desk lamp so they could see clearly.
He was in the middle of an explanation when his mother appeared, “Oh, that man…I think he must be deaf. I can hear that TV all the way up here even though he knows you’re studying. I’ll just close the door.” Donald gulped audibly when the door latched. He looked at Gina.
“What on earth did you say to my mother? I can’t believe she closed the door for us.”
“I told her the truth, Donnie. I told her I think I’m falling in love with you. Don’t be so surprised. Look at yourself carefully. You’re handsome and have a great body. That alone doesn’t impress me, but you’re also smart as hell, honest, and brave. You’re not afraid to stand up for what’s right, plus you’re a hard worker and loyal. Who could ask for more?”
“She doesn’t know about….”
“Yeah, she does. She guessed and I couldn’t lie. She said it’s okay as long as we’re careful. I’m going to the doctor tomorrow afternoon.”
“You’re not sick?” he asked with concern in his voice.
“No, silly, for birth control so we can really enjoy each other. Now shut up for a second and kiss me.” Donald did, glad to have something to take his mind off all the events of the past week. Gina broke it after a minute. “C’mon, I really do have to learn this, although I’ll never understand why.” Donald continued his tutoring and I made sure it was presented in a logical sequential manner that even a child could follow. Gina turned to him after an hour, “Why can’t Mr. Jenkins explain it that well? It seems so simple when you do it.” Donald just smiled. He rose and helped her from the chair, closed his books and they walked downstairs.
Mrs. Dugan offered to drive Gina home, but she asked if Donnie could walk her. It was only about twenty minutes. His mother nodded knowingly and kissed her son on the cheek as she bade Gina good-bye.
Donnie took her hand in the driveway and they began the stroll to her home. They walked along silently for almost five minutes before Donald built up the nerve to ask Gina, “Do you really think you’re falling in love with me, Gina? It seems too good to be true. We’re just kids, you know.”
“Of course, I know we’re kids, but do you think that means we can’t be in love? I’ve always known what I wanted in a man—good looking, although drop dead handsome isn’t really necessary, strong and in good physical condition, smart, hard working, honest, and willing to stand up for what he thinks is right. Does that sound like anyone you know? It sounds an awful lot like you to me. In fact, I’d say that describes you to a ‘T.’ Don’t you feel the same way about me?”
“Oh God, Gina, I think you’re incredible. Yes, I do love you…everything about you. It’s just that this past week has been so…incredible, but confusing. It’s hard to believe we’ve just finished one single week of high school.”
They passed a large field—an old abandoned farm where the fields had grown wild. Gina pulled him into the farm, laughing as they walked through waist high weeds. As they approached the ramshackle house the wild nature of the fields disappeared to be replaced by a poorly manicured lawn only about five inches high. “I found this place over the summer when I was riding my bike. I never thought I’d be able to use it.” Gina pulled him down to the lawn with her. They lay there in the warm September sun until Gina moved him to her for a long kiss. “It’s so nice here, don’t you think, Donnie? It’s private, but right out in public…near the road and the sidewalk, but we can be here unseen by anyone. There’s just one thing…I worry about grass stains on my clothes. Won’t you help me out of them? I’d love to be naked with you here in the warm sunlight.”
Donnie gulped audibly, much to Gina’s amusement. “You are so cute, Donnie.”
“Maybe,” he replied as he lifted her top over her head, “but you’re beautiful…every part of you is just fantastic.” He removed her bra and leaned down to lick and suckle her hard nipple. Gina’s reaction was to pull his head up for another sensational kiss. She had never been so interested in kissing before she met and kissed Donnie.
Showing his versatility he continued the kiss, wrapping his tongue around hers, as he slowly removed her skirt. He laid everything where they would not get wrinkled. Then he quickly removed the little he was wearing before joining Gina in the soft grass. He rubbed against her soft smooth skin, savoring the experience and recognizing immediately that he’d never tire of her body. Donald’s hand found her moist sex; Gina moaned when he did. Gently he rubbed her labia until they were swollen with desire. His fingers then explored her tunnel. Donald marveled at the feel of it—the musculature, the moisture, the silky smooth texture of her sex, the rough ridges of her G-spot. He’d read about it on the internet, but to actually feel it and to see Gina’s reaction was mind blowing. Gina’s body reacted strongly and it was all she could do to prevent herself from screaming when the orgasm hit and ran rampant through her youthful body. She lay back quivering and breathing heavily from her ordeal.
“Are you always so giving, Donnie? Most of the guys I know only care about their own pleasure.”
“That doesn’t seem very fair. How do you show someone how you feel about them if all you do is take and never give? That seems really selfish…and immature.”
“I think you already know that I’ll take care of you as soon as I’m able. I don’t know if we’ll be able to get together during the week so this will have to hold us until next weekend.” Donald lay next to her and placed her head on his chest, his arm around her body. Gina draped her leg over his, grinding her wet pussy into his thigh.
She took almost five minutes to recover before her hand found his hot hard cock. She marveled at the size and thickness of it—the pulsing arteries and the reddish purple head. She teased him by running her fingers gently up and down his shaft as his cock bounced and jerked in response. Suddenly she sat up and wrapped her hand around his shaft. She started slowly, but soon was jerking him forcefully. It wasn’t long before I made him cum. His first shot flew more than three feet into the air. Now they relaxed in the sun while he recovered. Reluctantly, they rose and dressed before continuing to Gina’s home.
CHAPTER 4
They were greeted by Gina’s mother at the door. “Donnie was helping me with math. I finally understand it. I’ll be ready for the quiz tomorrow thanks to Donnie.” She kissed his cheek, anticipating that he’d leave soon, but her mother asked if he’d like to have dinner with them.
“Thank you, Ma’am, but I’d have to ask my mother. We don’t usually have much of a formal dinner on Sundays. My dad wants to watch the football games on TV.”
“What does your dad do for a living, Donald?” It was Mr. Provano coming from the kitchen who had asked.
“He’s a plumber, sir.”
“That’s an excellent occupation, Donald. I sometimes wonder about mine. I’m a lawyer. I often work for weeks before I find out if I’ve done anything worthwhile. It must be very satisfying to go home every night knowing that you’ve helped someone. What do you want to do, Donald? Any ideas yet?”
“Well, sir, I haven’t gotten down to anything specific yet, but I love math and science so I guess something in one of those fields, or maybe both like physics.”
“That’s quite an ambition, Donald. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were successful. Joey told me you memorized the entire playbook in two days. How’d you manage that?”
“To be honest, sir, I don’t really know. I was reasonably smart in elementary school, but nothing like this. Even last year I had to deliberately miss some test questions. If I got a hundred on every test the teachers would surely have thought I was cheating, which I’d never do. Some things I just seem to be able to pick up so easily and the playbook was one of them.”
Gina handed him her cell phone so he could call his mom. He explained that he had been invited to dinner; would it be okay? He listened for a moment before saying, “Okay, Mom…and thanks. See you later. Bye.” He turned to Gina, but she already knew the answer. She beamed from ear to ear.
“C’mon…we can watch the game with Joey. He’ll be in the den…where Mom and Dad were last night.” She led him down the hall and into the comfortable room. Joey was sprawled across a chair, intent on the game—watching as both a fan and a player.
“Hey, how’s the math wizard, Gina?”
“Donnie is fine, thank you and so am I now that I finally understand it. I’ll bet Donnie could help you, too.”
“Sure…know calculus, Donnie?”
“Uh…for some reason I’m going to answer ‘yes.’ I think I do. Can I see your textbook?” Joey reached under the chair and tossed it to Donald. He opened it and scanned through the pages. “Okay, where do you need help? I think I do understand. It’s a mystery to me, but it’s clear as day.”
Joey rose from the chair, took the book and dropped it back to the floor. “Game time, not study time; check out the offense, Donnie. See if you can figure out what kind of play they’ll run next. That’s what I do.” Donald watched closely, but he never forgot Gina’s presence. He reached out for her hand. He would have been satisfied just holding it, but Gina squeezed in really close to him and put his arm around her shoulders. She reached up and kissed his cheek; he gently kissed her thick black hair.
“This is a good exercise to prep you for Saturday’s scrimmage with Central. Everyone will get a chance to play and it’ll be a good chance to show what you can do.” Gina felt Donnie tense up—nervous—so she whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine and I’ll be there to cheer for you.” She finished her encouraging remarks by kissing his lips several times. Donald squeezed her arm and kissed her back. Joey took one look and grimaced, “Get a room!”
“Good idea…let’s go Donnie.” The next thing he knew he was in Gina’s room.
“What about your parents?” Donnie was really nervous now.
“They already know, Donnie. I told my mother I wanted to make love with you last week. She asked me about it after the party. All I had to do was smile. Both my parents just laughed and hugged me. That’s why I’m seeing the doctor tomorrow—they both know we’re going to do it. They want both of us to be safe.”
“I can’t believe your dad didn’t kill me when he found out.”
“Well…if I recall correctly the whole thing was MY idea. I made sure they knew that you were a perfect gentleman, which you were and are. My dad especially has been very impressed with your manners. They think all kids are rude obnoxious jerks, except their own, of course.” She began to giggle and soon Donald joined her. I approved—they were such a cute couple. I hoped it would last.
They watched TV for most of the afternoon, lying on Gina’s bed while they kissed and held each other. Gina’s door was closed, but not locked. They were relaxed, having just cum at the farm. Donald spoke after an hour or so, “I don’t know how I’ll manage all week without you.”
“Masturbation,” she replied, “I’ll be thinking about you every time I touch myself, which will be often.”
“Yeah, me too, but it’ll never be as good as being with you. I think you’re nothing less than wonderful.” Gina kissed him again and snuggled closely. She jumped up a few minutes later and ran downstairs to get a couple of Cokes. They stayed there all afternoon until they were called to dinner. Donald excused himself to wash his hands before joining Gina and her family in their formal dining room. He held Gina’s chair for her and did the same for Mrs. Provano who expressed her thanks sincerely. The family held hands for Grace before digging in to the roast beef, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. There were also freshly baked rolls.
“You should come more often, Donnie,” Joey commented. “We don’t usually eat like this.”
“Joseph Michael, you know very well we eat like this every Sunday. You don’t think I did this just for Donnie?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” he kidded his mother. She grinned and pretended to throw her napkin. Donald was amazed at the byplay between the family members. It was nothing like his family. His dad was usually tired after working all day during the week and on weekends they just made do with sandwiches or pizza. It was nice, but totally different than Gina’s family. They engaged Donald in conversation during the dinner—how is football coming; where did your love of math come from; could you really help Joey with calculus, and so on. Donald was relieved that they didn’t ask how he enjoyed fucking Gina although they seemed to ask about everything else. Finally, the meal was over and Donald was ready to go. He was willing to walk, but Joey offered a ride. Donald accepted knowing that Gina would come along for the ride. She got out with him and walked him to the door. He thanked her for a wonderful day; she rushed into his arms and they kissed for more than five minutes while Joey sat by in the truck patiently. Finally, they said their good-byes and Gina drove away with her brother. Donald went into the house and told his parents all about his wonderful day. When he was finished he kissed them good night and went up to bed.

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A Game of Basketball Pt. 2

Part 2 of an ongoing series. As always, all characters involved in sexual activities are of the age of 18. This story contains lots of shit, including but not limited to a transgender woman blowing her load in both a guy’s ass and mouth. Cum swallowing, anal and more. If that’s not your cup of tea, don’t bother. I’d advise you to read part 1 first or else you won’t have any idea on what the heck is going on. Other than that, I hope you enjoy the story.

I am a Fugitive from Another Galaxy–4-Finale

CHAPTER 11
We drove swiftly but safely into the city. I could tell that this had been well coordinated. Police officers stopped traffic at every intersection as we flew past stopped cars en route to the White House. We were checked by Secret Service agents several times until we were met by General Tobin and escorted into what I assumed was the war room. We were introduced to the President and shown to a large screen. I could see a large “blob” which appeared out of place.
DONALD, I MUST PUT YOU INTO A TRANCE IN ORDER TO DO WHAT I MUST.
“Okay, but I’d like to see and hear what’s happening.”
VERY WELL. I used my powers to clear up the images. There were many gasps when the Gorkon warships came into view. There were more than a hundred.
“Will we be able to repel such a number,” asked the President.
IF WE BEGIN TO ATTACK THEM WHEN THEY ARE 200 MILLION MILES AWAY WE WILL HAVE NO TROUBLE. ADDITIONALLY, THE MATRIX OF SATELLITES WILL CREATE A PROTECTIVE NET OVER YOUR PLANET THAT WILL BE IMPENETRABLE. I WONDER IF YOU HAVE HAD ANY THOUGHT ABOUT NOTIFYING THE OTHER COUNTRIES AND THEIR CITIZENS. IT MIGHT BE WISE TO MOBILIZE ARMIES AROUND THE WORLD JUST IN CASE. I HAVE ALWAYS FOUND IT BETTER TO BE PREPARED.
President Baxter replied, “I have asked to address the General Assembly of the United Nations and have informed them that there is an international emergency. The address will be broadcast all over the world. Today is Wednesday; I will speak on Friday morning. I think we will need several of these photos to convince everyone, although I have no illusions that I will be believed by the representatives of some nations.”
We worked at a fever pitch for the next day. Now that we knew where the Gorkons were we needed to orient all the satellites. However, just to be safe, we also scanned all other directions until we were sure the heavens were clear. They were—thankfully. When all our preparations were done I allowed Donald to rest; he was justifiably exhausted. We were removed to a secure location where he and Gina ate a sumptuous meal and laid themselves into a comfortable bed. There was no sex tonight. They held each other, said “I love you” several times and fell into a deep slumber.
They were awakened around eight for a shower and breakfast. After much discussion it had been decided that we would not accompany the President to New York to protect our identities. We sped again along the highway, this time back home. We arrived at the Provanos’ home just before noon. Mrs. P was there waiting nervously; she hugged Gina and Donald before they retired to their room. “I’m sorry, Gina. This hasn’t worked out the way I hoped.”
“Donnie, we’ll have plenty of time to celebrate once we’re rid of these horrible Gorkons. We will be rid of them, won’t we, H?”
(YES, I BELIEVE WE WILL. EVEN NOW THEIR MOVEMENTS ARE BEING TRACKED BY THE SATELLITES. THEY ARE FUNCTIONING AUTOMATICALLY NOW AND CANNOT BE INTERFERED WITH, AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT EVERYONE THINKS. IN FACT, I CAN MANIPULATE THEM VIA THE SAME TELEPATHY WE USE TO COMMUNICATE, BUT I WILL ONLY DO SO IF ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. RIGHT NOW I SUGGEST YOU GET SOME MORE SLEEP. YOU HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW AND I KNOW HOW TIRED YOU BOTH ARE.)
“We’re tired, all right, but not too tired, are we, Gina?”
“Definitely not!” she exclaimed as she fell back onto the bed pulling Donald onto her. It was a pleasure for me to see them express their love for each other. There were times I missed my planet, but we had nothing to compare with the physical love expressed between two humans. Donald and Gina kissed and touched each other as they prepared to unite physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Gina ran her hands up and down Donald’s body before finding his hard erection. With surprising strength she pulled him up, his manhood to the seat of her femininity. There was no need to lubricate him; she was running with her nectar.
She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her core. There was tenderness in their love, but this was raw brutal passion brought on by the stresses of the previous days. Their bodies met—faster and faster, harder and harder—as they held each other. So hard was their sex that the bed actually bounced several times. I could sense Mrs. P smiling as she worked in the kitchen. Suddenly, Donald grunted loudly as Gina began a long silent scream. Their orgasms brought them to Nirvana, wiping away the stresses of the past day and night. Donald might have collapsed onto Gina, but at the last second he slid to the side panting wildly from his exertions. Gina too was drained both physically and emotionally. She held her love tenderly as they fell asleep.
They rose in time for dinner and walked into the living room to find both of her parents glued to the TV, something they rarely did. Word of the President’s speech had been leaked to the press with only the words “international crisis” and “planetary emergency” used. There was much conjecture, but like the ray, no real facts. The young couple begged Gina’s parents for permission to watch tomorrow, promising to go straight to school afterwards.
All broadcast television turned to the United Nations at 9:45 EDT the following morning. There was polite applause, but nothing more, when President Jonathon Baxter strode to the podium. He began his speech in front of a huge screen after making the usual salutations to the Secretary General and other UN officials.
“You will probably laugh at the beginning of my remarks, but I guarantee you won’t be laughing at the end,” he began. “I learned almost two years ago that there is intelligent life on other planets.” He was right—there was laughter. “If you look at the screen you will see how. Army officers had gathered at one of our bases to review a new weapons system. They did exactly that, but it wasn’t the system they expected.” He paused as the screen came to life, showing a bright blue beam appear from the right, obliterating a truck out in the field. It went on to destroy another vehicle. The laughter came to a sudden halt. “This was a demonstration by one of our citizens, but, obviously, this technology does not exist anywhere on this planet. We learned that the citizen’s body had been invaded by an alien being, a leading scientist from another world. With his help we built this device—the screen showed the ray cannon—which we used in a test to destroy Pan, one of the smallest moons of Saturn. Many of the people on Earth saw this and there was much conjecture as to the source and reason for the ray.
“Next you will see what happened when one of our scientists got the bright idea to tamper with the cannon. We had been warned by the alien that such an action would turn the ray upon itself. Seventy-three people died as a result. Now I want to call your attention to the next slide.
“This is a photo from the Hubbell telescope taken three weeks ago. It is pointed toward the Altair system. The next slide is the same view taken yesterday.” There was strong reaction from the large group of diplomats as the vision of the distant stars was obliterated by a dark cloud. “Our alien friend enabled us to break through this ‘masking’ device, revealing what was behind.” There were sharp gasps and expressions of shock from the assemblage.
“I have been told that these are the Gorkons, a warrior people from a galaxy far beyond the star Altair. Clearly they are not on a peaceful mission which might require only a single ship. We have been told that they live on a densely populated planet much in need of water. We believe that many of these ships are tankers. I personally believe that the Gorkons intend to invade Earth and steal our water for their own use.”
By this point the noise in the General Assembly had reached the level of a riot. Only repeated bangs of the Secretary General’s gavel restored order.
“Thank you, Mr. Secretary General,” President Baxter continued. “Over the past two years our government has launched forty new Global Positioning System satellites, into each of which was built one of the ray cannons you saw earlier. These satellites are tracking the Gorkons as I speak. We intend to attack them with a multitude of rays once they reach Saturn. We will attack until each and every one of those ships is obliterated.
“However, there is always the chance of a miss or a failure so I have ordered the Armed Forces of the United States of America to prepare for a possible invasion and I strongly suggest that each of your countries do the same. This is a time to forget our differences and pull together to save our planet.
“I must tell you that the ray cannons will self-destruct exactly thirty days after their first use. My government has no intention of using such a terrible weapon on anyone other than the Gorkons. My government will provide information as to when we will initiate the strike as well as a live television feed from the Hubbell once the attack has begun. Thank you for your attention.” President Baxter strode purposefully from the podium leaving the room in a state of mass confusion.
CHAPTER 12
Reaction to the speech was mixed from thankfulness for the nation’s preparedness to anger that the information had been withheld from the public until now. Most Americans, indeed most of the world, were in a state of shock. Until today the idea of intelligent life on other planets was just that, an idea. Now it was a potentially fatal reality, one that could threaten all life on Earth. It was a sobering day for many.
President Baxter returned to Washington to prepare for the attack, one that was planned to surprise the Gorkons. I had told the president that there was no concept of negotiation with them. It would be either total victory or total defeat. I was sure that it would be the former, but I knew more about what was happening than anyone else on the planet.
Donald and Gina returned to school, but hardly anyone could concentrate on their studies. Football seemed to be suddenly immaterial…inconsequential. The season was cancelled. Everyone was on edge until the week before Thanksgiving when President Baxter announced that the rays would fire on Thanksgiving morning. Donald and Gina (and I) were summoned to Washington. The Thanksgiving break was perfect. Nobody would become suspicious of our absence. Gina’s parents came with us; we stayed in a major hotel in the Washington area and were driven to Andrews Air Force base early Thursday morning.
The satellites had been deployed in such a way that half would always face the Gorkons. As the Earth rotated some would move out of the action while others would come on-line. Each cannon would fire until its target was destroyed. Then a new target would be selected and it would turn itself on once again. Energy for the rays had been collected from the sun and stored for months prior; I could tell they were fully loaded and ready.
We were greeted by General Tobin; Gina introduced her parents who were clearly nervous, just like the rest of us. President Baxter joined us a few minutes later and he greeted us warmly, but then he was a politician while General Tobin was a soldier. At 8:10 a.m. he walked calmly in front of the television cameras; we were careful to stay well behind them so we would not be seen. He made a few remarks and pushed the button, explaining that the rays would take a few minutes to turn themselves on.
Simultaneously at exactly 8:14 twenty bright blue rays streamed into the distant skies. A live feed from the Hubbell was provided. All around the globe troops stood at the ready. The government had informed the public that it would take more than an hour for the rays to reach their quarries and another hour-plus for the results to reach us. In spite of that people around the planet were glued to their sets.
The silence in the command center was nerve wracking until the results finally reached us. One after another the Gorkon ships were vaporized. The cheering and shouting in the room were frantic with excitement. All in all the attack lasted more than six hours. In the end there was only one tiny ship left. I took over, knowing that this was the command vessel. It would be necessary to destroy it to free my planet. I aimed no less than ten cannons on this tiny target. I didn’t think we could miss and I was right. It disappeared in a bright blue stream and then the skies were clear again. Sighs of relief could be heard throughout the room as I was sure were repeated around the planet.
I was surprised when President Baxter asked if I would speak to the people of Earth. I agreed on the condition that neither Donald nor Gina nor her parents would be seen.
“My fellow Americans and friends around the planet,” President Baxter began, “I think I should introduce you to the hero who has made all this possible. For obvious reasons there will be no video, but he has agreed to speak to you.”
THANK YOU MR. PRESIDENT. I AM ALTAIR-6759428-H AND TODAY IS A VERY SPECIAL DAY FOR ME. NOT ONLY HAVE WE DEFEATED THE GORKONS AND SAVED EARTH, BUT WE HAVE ALSO SAVED MY PLANET WHICH WAS ENSLAVED BY THE GORKONS ALMOST SIX YEARS AGO. I WANT TO ASSURE YOU THAT VIRTUALLY ALL OF THE PLANETS ARE FRIENDLY AND PEACEFUL SO I DOUBT THAT WE WILL HAVE A RECURRENCE OF THIS PROBLEM IN THE FUTURE.
I KNOW THAT MANY OF YOU ARE RELIEVED, BUT CONCERNED ABOUT THE PRESENCE OF THESE WEAPONS IN THE SKY. BE ASSURED THAT ONCE WE KNOW THAT THE THREAT IS TRULY OVER THEY WILL BE DESTROYED. YOU WILL BE ABLE TO SEE HORRIFIC BLUE EXPLOSIONS IN THE SKY. DAY OR NIGHT THEY WILL BE VISIBLE. I LOVE BEING HERE ON EARTH AND HOPE TO BE HERE FOR MANY YEARS TO COME. I let Donald know that I was done; he handed the microphone back to President Baxter who announced publicly that he was ordering the American troops to stand down from emergency status. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief once the cameras were turned off.
The president returned to the White House, but not before speaking to all of us. “I wish I could give you a medal or citation. I’m sure you understand why I can’t. Just be assured that everyone on this planet owes you one—a really, really big one!” He shook everyone’s hand and left. We were invited to Thanksgiving dinner with General Tobin and his wife. Dinner was great and the food was plentiful, but I could tell that Donald and Gina just wanted their lives to get back to normal.
General Tobin asked Donald what he was thinking in terms of college. “I’ve been looking at a few and I’m leaning towards Princeton. But wherever I go Gina will be with me. I hope we will marry by the end of the school year.”
“That’s interesting. Did you know that President Baxter is a Princeton grad? I’m sure he’d be glad to put in a word for both of you.”
“That would be great, sir, but we really want to make it on our own merits. Gina’s a fantastic student and, of course, I have a lot of help, don’t I, H?”
YES, YOU DO, BUT I MUST TELL YOU SOMETHING…RECENTLY I’VE HAD TO DO LESS AND LESS. I THINK YOU’VE FOUND YOURSELF. YOU ARE MUCH SMARTER THAN YOU THINK. HOWEVER, YOU ARE NOT AS SMART AS GINA.
“Way to go, H! I knew there was something I loved about you!” Gina was laughing after my compliment as she teased Donald. “I may be smarter, but not by much. I am smart enough to realize that I do love everything about you. You are the sweetest, kindest, most considerate person I’ve ever known…and soon you’ll be all mine.”
“I hate to remind you, but I’ve been all yours for years.”
“I hate to break up this love match,” her dad interjected, but we really do have to get back to the hotel and I’m sure General Tobin has other things to do than entertain us.”
“Actually, thanks to Donald and H I don’t really have all that much on my plate any more. Once the ray cannons explode I’ll be ready to retire. This whole episode has been too much for me.” We all wished him and Mrs. Tobin well and left.
The ride back to the hotel was a quiet one until Gina spoke, “This has been some day. I guess we all have a lot to be thankful for.”
“Amen,” her mom replied. Unknown to any of us General Tobin had phoned the White House as soon as we left. He had a lengthy discussion with the president. We made it back around ten and went straight to bed. All through the lobby we could hear the noise coming from the bar where everyone was celebrating. Apparently, they had a lot less stress than we had.
Once their door was closed Gina fell into Donald’s arms. “I’m so glad that’s over. I don’t know how you handled all the stress, Donnie.”
Donald chuckled, “By making love with you every night. Seriously…I wouldn’t have made it without you…and H, of course. I wonder sometimes if I had any more stress than everyone else. It’s been a bad time, a really bad time for the entire planet. Thank God we won and thank God for you, H. When I think of how many lives would have been lost…I just want to cry.” Gina looked up at him again then tiptoed up to him, her lips meeting his is a long sensual kiss that they both knew was just a prelude to their own celebration—the celebration of the day as well as their love.
Their clothes fell to the floor like snowflakes in winter as they raced to the bed. Donald had eaten too much and he burped loudly, much to the amusement of his lover. “Tsk…tsk, you obviously need an antacid and I have just the thing for you. Care to guess what it is?”
“Hmmm, it is really yummy and in seemingly endless supply?”
“Yes, indeed—feel free to take as much as you need.” Donald smacked his lips as he laid Gina on the bed, kneeling between her legs and spreading them wide. He leaned in for a quick sniff before taking a lengthy lick. He loved the taste of Gina’s nectar. It was only seconds later that he dove in with tremendous energy—energy that was directly related to the terrible stress he had been under, stress he had tried to hide from Gina. He sucked her entire pussy into his mouth causing her to jump suddenly off the bed and gasp loudly.
Donald was just beginning; he attacked with his tongue…his lips…his teeth. Gina, in response, locked her legs around his head as her breathing became rapid and irregular…as her level of rapture increased quickly. When Donald sucked her sensitive bud between his teeth and nibbled lightly, Gina exploded. Her body shook wildly and out of control. She had trouble breathing as the spasm rolled through her body. She was relieved when it stopped and she could inhale once again, but not as relieved as Donald who was finally able to escape her leg lock. He crawled onto the bed next to Gina as she recovered.
They held each other until Gina turned and held his chin, making a point. “I never want to find that you’ve kept a secret from me again. You were under tremendous stress, weren’t you?” He nodded slowly too ashamed to speak. “Why didn’t you tell me? Aren’t we supposed to be a team?”
“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to worry.”
“I was worried. We spend so much time together I feel I know you like I know myself. I knew right away that something was wrong, but I wanted you to tell me. I’ll forgive you on one condition.”
“What?”
“That it never happen again…deal?”
“Deal!” Gina leaned over to seal it with a kiss. Then she moved down his body. “I’d better take care of this or it will be poking me all night.”
“You know the things you do to me so I can’t guarantee no poking.”
“Well…okay, a little poking later on when I’m horny for you again.”
“And when will that be?”
“In about two minutes!”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Donald rolled onto his back pulling Gina on top of him. Donald was strong; he lifted her easily moving her over his manhood. She opened her legs, welcoming him to her torrid core. Her eyes were closed as she slid down his rock-hard pole. When she was securely seated on him she leaned forward, gripped his head firmly and kissed him deeply, expressing her love with her entire body.
They moved together, Donald driving his cock deep within her, Gina gripping him firmly with her powerful vaginal muscles. They gave each other so much pleasure as they built toward their orgasms, but surprisingly they stopped just before. They relaxed for almost fifteen minutes before beginning again. It went on for more than an hour until they could hold back no more. Donald came hard, draining his body of all its semen. Gina came just as hard, her orgasm lasting almost a minute. She might have been physically injured had I not made Donald grasp her securely to his body. They were exhausted and fell asleep immediately, but they were at it again later in the night. I often wondered how they could get by on so little sleep. They weren’t Aquarians, after all.
CHAPTER 13
I was often amazed by the resilience of the earthlings. Despite the danger and stress of a Gorkonian attack everything was back to normal the following day. Gina’s dad drove us home Friday morning and we arrived shortly before noon. “There’s one big advantage to going out for Thanksgiving dinner—no leftover turkey! How about if I fire up the grill and make some dogs?” Everyone agreed so Donald trotted straight to the back yard. Since moving in he had virtually taken over all the grilling, relieving Mr. P, who was a less than enthusiastic chef, of the duties. Gina followed her folks inside, gathering the tools, rolls, and hot dogs before joining Donald on the patio as he was cleaning the grill with a long-handled wire brush. They kissed briefly before she dumped her load on the nearby table. She kissed Donald again before returning to the kitchen for plates.
On her return she teased Donald, kissing his neck and tickling him while he was trying desperately not to burn the rolls. Finally, he turned, looked her in the eyes and kissed her before picking her up bodily and carrying her into the kitchen. He closed the door as he returned to his cooking duties. Once he had finished he took the lunch inside and pulled Gina onto his lap as they enjoyed each other as much as they enjoyed the meal. Yes, everything was back to normal.
Exactly thirty days after Thanksgiving, December 28th, the skies all around the world were lit up by forty simultaneous explosions, exactly as President Baxter had promised. His approval ratings went through the roof and he was praised all over the world for his role in saving the people of Earth. It was a joyous time, so much so that an international holiday was declared. At exactly 8:14 a.m. EST—the exact time the attack on the Gorkons began—church bells and sirens around the world sounded around the globe.
I had always found Christmas to be an interesting holiday. Other than the religious significance the whole idea seems to be how many presents one could receive. It was an especially interesting holiday this year. Gina’s family was in the habit of attending Midnight Mass then returning home to open their gifts in the early morning of Christmas day. Donald and Gina opened their gifts, thanking the giver, usually Gina’s mom and dad, although they also gave each other several gifts, usually clothes or jewelry or other personal items. Just when they thought they were done Mr. P. found another gift under the tree. “It’s for you, Gina.”
She took it and looked it over. It looked like a shoe box and it was covered in brown paper as though it had come from a supermarket bag, which indeed it had. It was from Donald. “Donnie, why isn’t this in Christmas wrap like the rest of your presents?”
“Because it’s not a Christmas present,” he replied as Gina began to unwrap it. She gave him a look when she found another smaller box inside also wrapped in plain brown paper. Again she unwrapped and shot Donald a truly exasperated look when she found yet another smaller box inside. “What is this, the matryoshka doll of presents?” She attacked this box and froze when she saw the small blue velvet box inside. Donald knelt at her feet and pulled it from her. Slowly he opened the box, removed the ring, a one carat solitaire, and placed it onto her shaking finger. She had a tear in her eye when he looked up at her. Then he joined her on the couch and kissed her tenderly. “I hope it fits okay. I had a little help with the sizing from Dad who just happened to…um, borrow that ring you thought you had lost. I have it here in my pocket.”
Gina could hardly speak as she gasped, “It’s perfect. I’m so surprised. I never thought….” Her mother came over to look at the ring and hug both Gina and Donald. Her dad did the same and Joey came over to comment, “I knew I had you pegged right all the way back in ninth grade.” He shook Donald’s hand and hugged his sister. They went to bed; it was a magnificent day—a wonderful time for all.
It was also the time that I had decided to give Donald and Gina a present, one that would assure their success in life. I told Donald about the gift, but only that I would need use of his body for three days. A drafting station and small lab with a microwave oven were set up in the basement. I took control of Donald at 9:00 and released him at 4:00 in the afternoon. Three days later the project was done—Donald had “invented” a new solar cell, one based on inexpensive carbon with a simple production process, exactly like those used on the planet of Aquarius where silicon was in very short supply, but carbon was plentiful.
Donald and Gina looked in amazement at the small working model we had made. The next day they went with her father to a patent attorney who filed the application for him.
After the Christmas holiday Donald and I began work on an all electric car. We took an old Honda Civic, removed the engine and installed a number of the new solar cells on the roof. These were wired to four powerful DC motors and several large storage batteries. The big advantage of the new cells was that they produced four times the electricity of a comparable silicon cell at less than one-fourth the cost. The work was slow because of Donald’s involvement in basketball and baseball in addition to his regular school attendance. However, allowing me to take control of his body enabled him to work at more than triple his normal rate. My experience in engineering as well as physics made the work easy conceptually so we had almost all of the technical work done by April. We’d finish the paint, seats, and other cosmetics before the end of the school year.
Donald and Gina began to interview at colleges in mid-January; Princeton was first on the list. They interviewed on the same day, Donald going first. The interviewer, the Dean of Admissions, was extremely cordial, much more than Donald had anticipated despite his outstanding academic and athletic record. “You have an excellent record, Donald, but would you kindly tell me what you did to warrant a two page recommendation from our president?”
He was taken aback for several seconds before he found his voice, “I didn’t know he had written anything for me, sir. I did him a bit of a favor a while back, that’s all.”
“Hmm, a favor you say…for the president? Interesting…hmmm…what would you say was the high point of your high school career?”
“Well, the high point of my life was when my girlfriend agreed to marry me. We’ll attend school together. She has an interview this afternoon. The highlight academically came when I accidentally invented a new solar cell made from carbon.”
“Carbon? That’s impossible.”
“I have one with a small motor here in my briefcase. May I show you?” Donald opened the clasps and pulled the device out, placing it under the lamp on the dean’s desk. He connected the wires and watched silently and proudly as the motor spun rapidly. “I’ve applied for the patent and several corporations are interested. I’m also making an all-electric car using these as a power source.”
“That’s amazing; would you mind if I showed this to a few professors? I could return it to you later after your girlfriend interviews. She must be Miss Provano. I see you have their name on your application.”
“Yes, sir. I’ve lived with them ever since my parents died a few years ago. They’re wonderful people, which is hardly surprising considering their daughter.” The rest of the interview was more a series of queries about the solar cell than anything else.
Gina’s interview also went well, but ended a bit early when three engineering professors rushed into the dean’s office. “Gina, would you mind terribly if I showed Donald’s invention to these gentlemen. I understand very clearly that you’ll attend college together and there’s no way you’ll be separated.”
“That’s correct, Dean. Donald and I should be considered as a single entrant. I will tell you that Princeton is our first choice, but we are considering several other excellent schools, including Virginia, Harvard, and Stanford. Why don’t I bring Donald in? He’s right outside, probably more nervous about my interview than he was for his own.” She rose and went to the door, bringing Donald in with her. He answered the questions—yes, he was tinkering with a carbon cylinder he had extracted from a dry cell and had coated it with what he thought might be some cleaning materials. No, he couldn’t say what materials, but they were readily available. Yes, he had determined the voltage produced at 6 volts. “Six volts? That’s impossible!” exclaimed the Dean of Engineering.
“Feel free to measure it yourself.” He pulled a volt meter from his briefcase, handing it to the dean.
A few minutes later the dean returned it. “Remarkable…do I understand that Princeton is your first choice?”
“Yes, sir, but you should know that I will only attend school with Gina. We’re engaged to be married. We will not be separated under any circumstance.”
“We would appreciate greatly if you would cancel your other interviews. You are both accepted here. Talent like yours doesn’t occur every day. Do I understand that you have a patent pending on this? If so you will be a very rich young man.” There were handshakes all around, the Dean of Admissions advising them that a letter of acceptance would be out within the week. It was a major exception of their rules, but then Donald was an exceptional find.
“You’re an extremely lucky young woman,” he told Gina.
“No, sir…I’m the lucky one. Gina and her family took care of me when I had no one. It was her love that has driven me to this success, knowing that success or failure she would still be by my side.” He thanked them and left. Together, hand in hand, they walked down the steps to her parents and the long drive home.
That night in bed Gina asked him, “Are you really the lucky one, Donald?”
“Of course…I have you and I have H, but mostly…I have you. You’ve been with me through everything—good and bad—ever since we met way back in ninth grade. I’d be nothing without you.”
“That’s exactly what I’d be without you.”
“I guess we’re the perfect couple, then.” Gina nodded and led him to bed.
CHAPTER 14
Donald and Gina returned to school in January with a vengeance. Donald approached his final year of basketball hopeful that, at last, he could lead his team to a championship and he was determined that nothing would stand in his way. He played all three positions even though guard was his natural place. At just over 6 feet, 4 inches tall and 200 pounds though, he was tall enough and strong enough to play inside, as well. When the season was done the team had won the county championship and gone all the way to the state semi-finals before losing to a strong team from Central, a school with almost twice the enrollment. Donald had averaged 26.4 points, 10.7 rebounds, and 13.3 assists per game, what he told me was a triple double. He wasn’t at all surprised to earn first team all-county honors as he had the previous year, but when he was named the state’s Mr. Basketball and first team All-America by both the Associated Press and Parade Magazine he was astonished.
Donald also had an outstanding season on the baseball field where he batted .675 and fielded without a single error. There was considerable interest by several professional teams until he told them not to waste their pick. He would not play professional baseball at any level. The next four years of his life would be spent in southwestern New Jersey attending Princeton with his wife at his side.
Donald graduated valedictorian while Gina was salutatorian. They wed the following day, honeymooning in Bermuda. Gina’s parents were justifiably proud of their achievements. Donald was already a reasonably wealthy man at this time. Gina’s dad had invested his funds wisely, almost doubling Donald’s money in just under four years. However, that was just the beginning. There was a huge bidding war for the carbon-based solar cell with giant manufacturer General Electric winning. Of course, Donald had a huge advantage in the negotiations process—I could tell him their strategy long before they came to the table. While a student at Princeton he earned more than $100 million annually. He never publicized that he had turned down considerably more from a major oil conglomerate, ostensibly to keep the device off the market. Donald told Gina that he remembered something I had said years ago, “I remember H saying something about ‘doing good’ and helping when he was asked why he had helped me. I also want to do good.” In an effort to “do good” he established the Douglas and Judith Dugan Memorial Foundation in memory of his deceased parents to help underprivileged children get a better education or to learn a valuable trade. Over the next ten years the United States overcame its dependence on foreign oil as the solar-powered all-electric car became increasingly commonplace and the price of gasoline dropped to less than fifteen cents per gallon. Few people wanted to buy a conventional automobile. When used all-electrics became available as used cars the gas-powered car joined the dinosaur as an extinct species.
Donald drove Gina to Princeton in his unique car. He was stopped several times by curious policemen even though it was clear from the outset that Donald was not speeding. Mostly, they asked questions about how it worked and what those little black squares on the roof were. They were also intrigued by how quiet the car was. It had no muffler or exhaust system, no radiator or coolant, only the lightest power steering system and brakes. In short, it was a revolutionary vehicle. One collector, a well-known television comedian, offered him $500,000 for it. “Sorry, but I built it to own and drive. It’s not for sale.”
Despite the delays they arrived on campus a day before they were required to be there. Their marital status entitled them to live either off campus on in graduate housing on campus. Wanting to be close to their class work and the social activities, at least for the first year, they chose the latter. They breezed through orientation week acing all the placement exams although there were a few challenges, primarily at the freshman mixer.
Gina had grown from a beautiful young teenager to a beautiful sexy woman. At five feet eight inches tall and 118 pounds she retained all of her body from ninth grade—her flat abdomen, her round firm butt, and trim waist—with the exception of her breasts which were now at least a solid C-cup. Her shiny black hair fell well past her shoulders, hanging between those magnificent glands whenever she rode Donald to yet another incredible orgasm. Not surprisingly she received plenty of attention from the males of the class. She was asked repeatedly to dance, but always smiled as she showed the erstwhile suitor her engagement and wedding rings first and her handsome strong husband second. She usually led Donald to the dance floor where she slow danced exceedingly close to him even when the music beat at a rapid tempo. All that did was convince the boys how right they had been in trying her. Later at home, she laughed at the whole thing.
“Well, Gina you can laugh. You were the belle of the ball. I didn’t see anyone who wanted me.”
“Yes, you did. I wanted you…just as I’ve always wanted you…just as I want you right now and just as I’ll want you tomorrow and the day after that and…. Had the role of the sexes been reversed, I assure you the girls would have been falling all over you. You would never notice them, but I did. I think some of them were actually drooling…just like me.”
“Oh God, the whole dating and sex thing is just so silly…so stupid.”
“Yes it is, darling so come to bed and let me show you exactly how desirable you really are.”
“Okay…but it’s going to take some convincing.”
“I think I’m up to the task. Let’s go…stud.” That really made Donald laugh…”stud! Yeah…right!” Gina dropped all her clothes in a big pile, commenting that tomorrow would be another day, took her husband’s hand and let him down the short hall to the bedroom. Through some stroke of luck they had managed to get an apartment on the end of the dorm—fewer neighbors to disturb with her screaming. She recalled her mother telling her how much she and her dad would enjoy sleeping through the night now that Gina and Donald were off at school.
She entered the bedroom, threw her panties into the hamper and turned to Donald. She quickly removed his clothes and led him back to the bathroom where she turned on the shower. Gina took the soap and gently washed him, squeezing his muscular ass cheeks and kissing his nipples. She could see the stress of the mixer dissolve away as she licked her way up his neck, around his chin to his mouth. Her tongue pushed into his mouth to begin one of the most sensual passionate kisses of their relationship. Donald responded strongly, lifting her off her feet and pressing her chest against his. “Careful, darling I wouldn’t want to fall. Then I might miss out on making love to the number one stud at the mixer.”
He slowly lowered her to the tile floor, kissing her again once she was back on earth. I loved these little moments when they solved their misunderstandings and problems through their love for each other. “I think I might have overreacted.”
“Well…that’s what happens when you take the belle to the ball.” When Donald looked into her face she was grinning ear to ear.” One look and he was laughing. He had been right. The whole thing was so stupid and silly. Gina was his wife and she loved him. All those other guys were probably jealous of him—jerking off just as he was preparing to make beautiful delicious love to Gina. The water turned off and their bodies sufficiently dried, Donald led her back to the bedroom where he laid her onto the bed. He climbed in next to her. He kissed her gently, but, of course that didn’t last very long. Their passion rose swiftly as they clung to each other.
Mid-kiss, Gina threw her left leg over Donald’s hip and guided his cock, already dripping oodles of pre-cum to her slit and into her tight canal. They moved slowly, his thrusts shallow due to their position. It was clear after almost ten minutes that nothing much was happening. “Uh, Gina I….” She silenced him with a finger to his lips.
“I know…but just think…this way we can do it forever. In an hour you’ll be as desperate to cum as I am. I love you, Donald. I love everything about you. Now and forever, I love you. You are all—everything—to me. Now, should I continue or do you want to kiss me again?” Donald took less than a second to decide as he covered her mouth with his, her tongue with his as he slowly—very slowly—made delectable love to his wife. I was very happy. An hour later Gina moved on top of him and rode him quickly to an incredible orgasm as he bathed her womb in slick white cream.
There was a period of adjustment, of course. There was more work–harder work–but nothing I couldn’t handle. Despite my help there was most of all more stress, the need to succeed. Even though Donald had earned enough money to last several lifetimes during his freshman year he still felt the need to come out on top. Gina had the same concerns and the same stresses. Fortunately, they had each other. Their bond was stronger than ever.
Much of Donald’s stress came from competition between the engineering school and the physics department; both wanted Donald as “their” student. Rumors of arguments almost breaking out into physical violence reached Gina one day as she studied in the library. Two graduate students were heard talking about the problem as they walked past her table. She packed up her books and found Donald immediately. He met with the two parties and made himself clear, “Gentlemen, I will decide what course of study to follow when I am ready and all your arguing will only convince me to attend another university. I wonder what would happen if I were to call the Admissions Office at Harvard or UVA? Both were extremely disappointed that I came here. I beg you—don’t make me disappointed, as well.” At that, he rose and left the building, meeting Gina on the sidewalk. Holding hands, they moved quickly to their apartment.
In the end the argument was solved when Donald decided to major in math with a minor in physics. Gina, as expected, majored in French and minored in Spanish. She hoped to become a teacher even though she would never need the money. Like her husband she just wanted to “do good.”
Donald played varsity basketball, making All-Ivy several times. He also played on the varsity baseball team, but football was a thing of the past. After four years Donald and Gina both graduated Summa Cum Laude, but neither sought employment. Donald’s foundation had grown like Topsy with many Fortune 500 corporations signing on to support their work. Donald and Gina spent the majority of their time managing the foundation and their growing staff, but Donald also spent time in the lab. With a little help from “you know who” he invented the no-friction electric motor in which the magnetic armature floats between two like-poled magnets so that all three repel each other. This invention revolutionized the use of motors everywhere by virtually eliminating friction. It was also sold to General Electric for an additional minimum of $100 million a year.
It was five years after their graduation when Gina first became pregnant. Their baby boy was named Douglas H after Donald’s father and some unnamed friend of theirs. Two years later a second son was born—Robert H, after Gina’s dad and me. Their third was a girl they named Ashley, breaking tradition—they just liked the name.
I had to give them credit. Despite their enormous wealth they lived very reasonably. Not a year went by that they gave less than 90 percent of their income to their foundation or other favorite charities. Usually, it was much more. They had a large house in the same community where they had lived through childhood, but it was no mansion; it was just large enough for their needs. They had new cars most years, but they were typically a Honda Accord All-Electric and a Toyota Highlander, also all-electric.
Donald’s first all-electric was donated to the Smithsonian. Additionally, they raised their children to believe in giving to those less fortunate. Public schools were good enough for them and they would be good enough for their kids. They lived healthy lives, eating in moderation, exercising regularly, and only occasionally drinking alcoholic beverages. As a result their weights even ten years after college were virtually identical to what they had been in high school.
One sunny day in April Donald, Gina and I had a long chat; Douglas had reached the age of twelve. We all agreed–the time had come for me to have a new host. When we had finished they called Douglas into the study. “Doug, please sit down with your mother and me,” his father began, “I have a long story I want to tell you. You’ll find it hard to believe, but it’s all true. We know because we lived it. It began when I was your age in seventh grade. When I’m done I’ll prick both of our fingers and give you the very best present you’ll ever receive.”

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Red Hawk the Spear Maker(Part 2 The Slavers)

This takes place on the planet Surnova during the end of their dinosaur period. The human’s here evolved faster than did their counter part on Earth
After hearing the girls story, I decided to head back to our first campsite. I knew when the slavers found this campsite. They would seek revenge. It would be best if we were long gone by then.
I went a round about way to try and confuse the trail. We back tracked a lot. Between the walking, finding food, and shelter, there wasn’t anytime for Sparrow and I to copulate. We spent a lot of nights up in trees for shelter. The dog slept at the base of the tree. There was not much that was going to harm a full-grown dog.
One night I heard the dog growl. I climbed down to the lowest limb, and there challenging the dog was a dire wolf. The biggest of the wolf family, a large male can get 5′ long, and up to 175 pounds in weight.
I leaped down to help the dog. I grabbed my club, spear, and attacked the wolf. Between us we took the wolf down. I hacked off the legs, and Sparrow pulled them up to the girls. I cut off some of the meat and handed it to the girls. We ate in the dark. The dog was below eating his share of the wolf. Hopefully the scavengers will clean this mess up. But if the slavers come this way, they will know that we were here. Because there is only a few predators’ that can kill a full grown dire wolf, and man is one of them.
It took over a month to get back to our old campsite. When we got there I immediately set out to get some fire wood. With the girls help we dragged up a bunch of branches and logs. I got some kindling and soon the fire was going.
Next it was time to go hunting. I was pleasantly surprise at the amount of game that was here. I decided to make a map of my territory and divided it into quarters, and hunt one quarter at a time. The dog got on the scent of a buck and it ran in front of me and I took it down with one dart. I hauled the buck back to camp.
The girls were busy making baskets and getting our water skins filled. We cleaned the deer and had a good meal. After dinner I went out and got some more wood. As it got dark, we rolled out our deer skin bedding.
Sparrow stripped and snuggled up to me. She grunted a couple of times and shook her pretty ass at me. I was ready, it has been a while, and I plowed my cock deep inside of her. It did not take me long and I peed a load of cum inside of her pussy.
The other two girls watched us fuck, and they both stripped their clothes off, and bent over and shook their pretty ass’s at me, and grunted.
“Have you ever done this before?” I asked them. They both shook their heads yes.
“The slavers did that to us almost every night.” Fawn said to me.
I moved over to Fawn and rubbed my cock over her pussy lips. She was wet, and my cock slid right in. I pumped her for a while and she was moaning and groaning.
“OOOO that feels so good.” She yelped at me.
I lasted longer as I have cumed once already. After a few minutes I could feel that funny feeling in my cock and I shot rope after rope deep into her pussy.
“I need to rest for a while.” I told Robin, as she gave me a disappointed look.
I laid down and went to sleep. In the middle of the night I woke up and put some wood on the fire.
Robin was awake and crawled over to me. I started to rub her breast they were bigger than Sparrow’s. Her nipples stuck out farther than Sparrow’s did. I dropped my head down, and started to suck her nipples.
“Suck them harder.” She cooed at me.
She then rolled over and stuck her ass up in the air and I slammed my cock inside of her as far as it would go. I pounder her as hard, till I made her scream out in delight, as I filled her full of my hot cum.
For the next few weeks I fucked the girls continuously. Each tried to outdo the other in fucking me. Between fucking the girls, getting in enough fire wood, and keeping up on hunting so we had something to eat. I was getting run ragged.
The dog and I were out hunting north of our camp. When the dog and I came across a cave bear. This bear was huge close to 1000 lbs. Something spooked it and it started to lumber back to his cave. A pack of huge dire wolves swept in and attacked the bear. When the dust cleared the bear was still standing and the wolves left licking their wounds. At least a third of the pack laid there dead. There is no way that bear should be alive. A pack of dire wolves will kill anything. The bear had the perfect defense, protected on three sides by his cave.
Watching this caused me to do some thinking on the way back to camp. The girls and I needed some place safe to stay. The cave looks like a good idea to me. I got back to camp and discussed this idea with the girls.
We spent a week getting prepared to attack the bear. When the wind was right, I put the plan into effect. I had the dog attack the bear and chase it back into its cave, the girls and I hauled up branches, grass, and muck grass. Soon I had a fire going, thick with a heavy yellow smoke, that was going right into the cave.
I was not long and the bear came charging out with its hair standing up on ends, making it look twice it’s size. I was depending on the fire to keep the bear at bay. I fired the first dart, and it buried deep into the bear’s chest.
The bear charged me, and I dashed back into the smoking fire, hoping this worked. It did the bear stopped short of the fire. The dog kept attacking the bear, keeping away from the bear’s lethal paws.
I fired the next dart and struck the bear on the side of his neck. I could see blood spurting out from that wound. The bear began to act really odd. He was attacking clumps of grass. The third dart I threw, buried deep into the bears side.
The bear stumbled and went down, and got back up and lumbered off toward the end of the clearing. The dog and I chased the bear. I knew the bear would not last long, and it was a valuable resource of meat and hide. The dog over took the bear and kept circling and barking at it. I arrived and put one more dart deep in its chest. The bear toppled over dead.
I quickly built a couple of fires around the dead bear to protect it from scavengers, and raced back to the girls. They were busy cleaning out the cave. I got there and started to build a fire in the middle of the cave. The cave filled up with smoke and we dashed out coughing. This was something that I did not figure on. Now how was I going to get rid of the smoke. I ran back in and knocked the fire apart, letting the smoke disperse.
I moved the fire out front closer to the mouth of the cave. I gathered the girls up and we headed back to the dead bear. I skinned the bear and we hauled the meat back to the cave and put it on a shelf in the back. There was a lot of smoke around the meat, I hoped it did not hurt it in anyway.
We went back to the old camp and gathered up our supplies, and filled the water skins full. Then we headed back to our new home. The one draw back to the cave, was there was not any water near by.
My whole life I lived and slept under the sun and stars. I was not sure if I could handle living in a cave. I did this for the girls. The girls had all stopped their once a month bleeding. I did not know what that meant, but in a short time I would find out.
Sparrow and the girls were busy digging at the ceiling of the cave. I did not ask what they were doing, women were always doing busy work. In a short time they dragged in some rocks to stand on, and got longer sticks to dig with. I came back from hunting one day and the fire out front was gone. I dropped the buck and rushed to the cave. There in the middle of the cave the fire was burning, and the smoke was going out through the hole they had dug in the ceiling. There was always a pall of smoke over the ledge where the meat was stored.
I had it made. Three girls to fuck, a cave to stay in, plenty of food and water. Who could ask for more? Little did I know that soon things would change.
The dog and I were hunting out toward the eastern edge of our territory. The dog started to growl in his chest. I looked in the direction the dog was looking, and out in the distance toward some trees. A rabbit was standing there for a second and when it was struck by a grass serpent. The rabbit ran a few steps and stopped and dropped over. I knew about those grass serpents’ as one bite will kill you, as it did to my dad.
The dog and I proceeded with caution, even as I knew just where the serpent was. It was coiled by the rabbit, staring intently at the dog, who was sniffing it from a distant. Suddenly the snake struck at the dog, but fell way short, beside the dog was already jumping back out of the way. I picked up a large rock and smashed the snake’s spine with it. The snake twisted and turned in a death dance.
I grabbed a couple of darts and opened the snake’s mouth with them. The snake in a death jerk clamped down on them, coating them with a clear liquid. Not paying any mind to the liquid, I was still not able to figure out just how the snake kills. We left the snake as it food you eat only if nothing else is available.
The dog and I headed back to the camp. Along the way the dog chased up a nice buck. I grabbed one of the darts that had the snake liquid on it and threw it at the deer. At the last second a gust of wind pushed my shot high and the dart just grazed the back of the deer. The deer ran about 10 steps and reared up on its hind legs and toppled over.
I rushed over to the deer and in my excitement, I finally understood the serpent’s power. It is the liquid in its teeth that kills when the serpent bites its prey. As I hoisted the deer on my shoulders, I filed that knowledge in the back of my mind for further study.
The next day the dog and I headed out in the northwestern direction of our territory. The dog started to have a low growl in his chest. I looked out toward the west, and just coming over a knoll was a group of men. It sure looked like the slavers had found us. It has taken them along time to unwind the trail that I left them.
As I headed back to the cave, set up numerous false and double false trails. I went through the river, and climb trees and swung to the next tree using a vine. Finally after a number of hours I arrive at the cave.
“It looks like the slavers have found us. I laid some false trails, but that won’t stop them for very long.” I told the girls.
“We will need more food and water.” I said.
We grabbed the water basket and filled it up, and our water skins. The girls picked a bunch of berries, and other fruit. The dog and I tried to hunt, but we found nothing. We got back to the cave with the berries and water. Next we need wood for the fire. All four of us dragged up branches and logs to keep us in fire wood.
Now comes the hard part, waiting. This is the best place to make our stand. It is obvious they are determined to find us, considering the amount of time they spent tracking us down.
It was late in the afternoon, by the time they entered the far end of the clearing. I stood in the mouth of the cave waiting for them. The leader saw me and started to scream and holler as loud as he could, as he pointed at us in the cave. The rest joined in. I counted 15 of them out there. They kept the screaming up trying to scare me, as they started to charge in my direction.
I waited, I had practiced this many times, and I knew just how far I could throw a dart from here. When they got into range, I let a dart fly. True to aim I struck a warrior in the chest, taking him out of the fight. I grabbed a dart and killed another warrior. They stopped and retreated, I killed one more before they got out of range. The leader dashed up toward me and I threw a dart at him but he ran back out of range. They kept doing that, but I resolved not to waste darts on those types of moves.
It got close to dark and they made camp at the other end of the clearing. A camp fire sprung up, and two slavers went into the woods to hunt for food. They came back with a deer for dinner.
I left the dog out front to guard, and I went back into the cave. Sparrow brought me a piece of meat. I figured it to be rancid, but it tasted good with a smoky taste. Looking up at the meat. It is stored on the shelf with a haze of smoke around it at all times. The smoke must do something to the meat to keep it from spoiling.
I slept sporadically getting up often to check things out. I could hear the cough of the Sabre Tooth Tiger as it ate the remains of the three slavers that I killed. In the morning as I walked to the front of the cave, I could see the leader studying me and the cave. I counted and there were nine guys in camp, three are dead, that means three guys missing. I could hear some digging, they were above us, trying to dig through the smoke hole. All day they were up there digging in different spots. They created a lot of dust in the cave, making it hard for us to breathe.
At dark they went back to their camp. I watched as the two that went hunting, came back empty handed. It would be a hungry camp tonight. The next day they were back at it digging on the roof. Then the unthinkable happen. A rock dislodged from the ceiling and struck the water basket, knocking it over spilling all of our precious water. We all sprang towards the basket, but too late. This is something our enemy must not learn of, it would change their strategy, and they could just wait us out until we went mad from lack of water, and rushed out of the cave.
All day long they dug above us, creating plenty of dust, choking us and making us thirstier. I paced back and forth, trying to decide on just what to do. To go out at night, was just asking for trouble with all the predators out there. A day time run would be hard with the slavers watching our every move.
It was dark out and I told Sparrow to hold the dog. I was going to make a run and get us some water. I grabbed the water basket and a couple of water skins and headed out. I walked quietly by the sleeping slaver’s camp. I got to the water hole without any trouble so far. I filled up the skins and then the basket, but was careless and forgot that the water would gurgle as it goes into the basket.
The slavers heard that noise and their camp was awake. I grabbed the half full basket and crouched down and coughed like Sabre Tooth Tiger. T hey were not buying it and started to charge toward me. I raced in a straight line to the cave, but they were between me and the cave.
Suddenly the snarl of the real Sabre Tooth Tiger, and the scream of the slaver, as the tiger attacked him. The rest quickly scrambled back to the safety of their fire. The tiger showed up just in time, and I made it to the cave. Now we had enough water.
Later the next morning, I was walking through the cave. I stumbled over a drying stick stretching sinew. As I disengaged it from my foot, it slipped from my hand with a snap against my foot. Something about that action caught my eye.
I grabbed it and pulled it back a few times making the sinew snap. I drew it back further and broke the stick. The stick was to small. I bounded over to my stock pile of shafts, and found one that was green. I looped the sinew around both ends and pulled it back, and the sinew snapped against my cheek, stinging it.
“Twist three of them together.” Sparrow said to as she entwined them together and handed it to me.
I bent the shaft and looped the sinew over both ends. I pulled the sinew back and released and it hummed. I fitted a dart in and shot it against the wall. After a trial and error period. I made some adjustments to both the bow and darts. I finally got it right and could hit the target time and time again.
I figure I had one chance at this, it was just before dusk and they all were in the camp. I grabbed the dart with the serpent juice on it. I walked out of the cave and took aim at the leader of the slaver’s group. I checked the wind, and distance and let it fly. It struck him on the right shoulder.
He leaped up and down in a pure rage. Then he staggered a few steps and fell over dead. The rest of the slavers fled the area in terror.
It was a few months later and I have gone through many different types of bows. I remade my darts into arrows. Now I have a pouch that carries 15 arrows. I have no need of the serpent juice, as the arrows do the job just fine.
Today my main job was to escort the girls down to the spring to tar some baskets and get some water. All three of them are supporting large bellies now. Suddenly the dog growled and I looked up to see a group of people approaching us.
It was Wolfgard, the shaman, two women, and three children.
“Stop what do you want from us?” I shouted at them in anger.
“We seek food and water.” Wolfgard croaked back at me.
“From us, what gives you the right to expect that.” I laughed.
“It was my biggest mistake to banish you from the tribe.” Wolfgard replied.
“We ran out of spears, and tried to steal some from a different tribe, but suffered a serious defeat, and half of our hunters were killed.” He told me.
“They are our people and he is my father.” Sparrow said to me with tears in her eyes.
I thought about what she said to me and I looked them over. They were nothing but skin and bones.
“All right we will help you out.” I said to Wolfgard.
Some readers wanted more graphic details on the sex acts. This takes place in the early stages of human evolution on this planet. The only sex they really knew was just how animals did it from behind. If I got to descriptive of the sex, it would corrupt the story line.
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A Game of Basketball

Hey all, here’s another story for you all to fap to! Hope you enjoy. As always, all characters involved in sexual activities are of the age of 18. Furthermore this story is based on true events that take place some time in the near future. On another note, all my stories take place within the same connected fictional universe. Feel free to check them all out! Enjoy!

Red Hawk the Spear Maker(Part 1 Bannishment)

This takes place on the planet Surnova during the end of their dinosaur period. The human’s here evolved faster than did their counter parts on Earth
Hi my name is Red Hawk. That was the first bird my dad saw when I was born, hence the name. I am the chief spear maker for our tribe. I have been since dad was killed by the bite of a poisonous snake. I started learning the trade when I was four years old, which was 13 years ago. Chief spear maker title has been in our family for as long as I have known about it. Dad was, so was my granddad, and so was his dad.
There is a lot to know about spear making, picking the right stones to chip into a spear head. Getting the right shafts to make the spear. Each hunter in our tribe takes a different type of spear. Wolfgard our chief takes the heaviest, and Stumpy takes the lightest. I need to have plenty of inventory to take care of them all.
Then there is the ritual, where I capture a bird and give the chant and release the bird. If the bird fly’s straight, and then so will that spear. You had to make sure and pick the right bird, because each fly’s in a different pattern.
Usually when they go out to hunt, I stay back and help protect the women and elderly. The fire starter, and the shaman also stay back with me. If we are planning to stay in an area for a while, then the tents will spring up, if not we sleep under the stars. The tribe is ever moving in search of food.
Usually twice a year we head to the great meeting grounds to mingle with other tribes. We trade with each other. Also look to take a mate if the timing and age are right. It is handed down in the tribe laws by the shaman, which says we must not mate within the tribe. Nobody questions the tribal law.
At the last gathering at the meeting grounds, I meet up with an old spear maker. He gave me a throwing stick. He told me this stick has great magic in it. If I was worthy, the stick would reveal the magic to me. I played with the stick, but for the life of me, I could not get it to work. I could not get a spear to work with this magic stick.
The tribe camped in a great meadow. There were some giant bisons in there. The hunters started a fire drive to trap the bisons into the river. But one spot in the meadow was damp and did not burn like the rest of the meadow. The worst hunter Stumpy was there to try and block the bison’s escape. He failed as he stabbed at a big bull bison and his spear was just brushed off. The rest of the hunters tried to get there to help him, but they were to far away.
The hunters came back to the fire in the late afternoon, tired and hungry from chasing the giant bisons. As they settled around the fire for the night. Wolfgard leaped to his feet with club in hand, as a pack of wild dogs swept in to attack. The hunters went on the offence to protect the women.
This is one of my few chances to use a spear or club without violating tribal laws. One of the dogs got past the hunters and got to the women. I ran back and attacked the dog with a crushing blow to it head, killing it. Damage was done, as one of the women was injured. It was Sparrow, Wolfgard’s daughter. The dog had mangled her thigh, and it was bleeding. The shaman and women were working on her leg to stop the bleeding.
We had food which should last for a couple of days. Dogmeat was ok to eat, but did not give us the fuel and strength that bison does. The tribe rested for a few days, which gave me a chance to resupply my shafts and stone tips.
I have been practice with the magic stick for the last few days, and I am beginning to get the hang of how it works. I could throw a spear farther than Wolfgard could. The problem was controlling the throw.
As usual the need for food caused the tribe to break camp and wander in search of food. The strong survive, and the weak and injured perish. As Wolfgard led the hunters, the women brought up the rear, and I was halfway between both groups. The women tried to help Sparrow keep up with the hunters, but they were falling behind.
The hunters stopped on top of a hill that overlooked the valley. In the meadow below was a woolly rhinoceros, a very dangerous animal with two deadly horns on its snout. The hunters approach the beast in a semi circle, pinning the rhino between them and the river. The grass was to low to use as a fire drive.
As they got close, I got out my magic stick and heaved a spear at the rhino. The spear came off my stick wrong and just sort of wobbled toward the rhino. The enraged beast charged the nearest hunter which was Stumpy, goring him on his snout horns.
Wolfgard whirled and shouted at me, “You have broken the tribal laws for the last time spear maker, now you are not part of us. I banish you from our tribe.”
The hunters grabbed all the extra spears and left me standing there. The women looked back at both me and Sparrow, as they followed the hunters. They knew that two lone humans did not stand much of a chance without the tribe’s protection.
I stood there stunned at what just happen. We needed a fire to survive. I knew if we could get back to the old camp site, there might be some red hot embers left to make a fire with. I have watched Lear the fire maker many times make a fire and knew he use dead wood. I head back there as fast as I could go, but stopped suddenly, as I notice Sparrow was not following me.
I looked back and she was just standing there. I walked back to her, and helped her walk back to the old camp site. We got there and I blew away the ashes, and got down to some hot embers. I went into the woods and got a couple of large branches and threw them on the fire and watched, but nothing happened.
“Break some of the twigs off the branch and put them on the embers.” Sparrow said to me.
I followed her advice and soon I had a roaring fire going. I had a problem, it was burning up the wood fast than I could get it. Soon I was throwing anything I could find, both dead and green wood. I notice that green burned slower than dead. I went back into the woods and got a large supply of both types of wood.
My next problem was getting us some food. I took out my magic stick and the two spears that I had with me and went hunting. I got lucky and the stick worked well and I brought down a nice buck. On the way back I was by an over turned tree and I could hear some barking. The roots had made some type of den and there were two pups in there. I grabbed them and took them back to the camp with me. I figured to tie them up, and when the time came, and we were short of food we would have these two pups to kill for food.
We have been here for more than two weeks, and her leg has healed up so she no longer limps. The two dogs have both grown, must weigh more than 20 pounds by now. I have modified my spears into large darts for my magic stick. I spent a lot of time working on this, and our food supply was low. She brought me berry cakes for dinner.
“Where is the meat?” I asked her.
“You have not been hunting, and we are all out.” She told me.
I reached for one of the dogs to kill for dinner. She darted in and snatched it out of my hands and dashed off toward the rocks. That pissed me off and I chased her in anger. She stumbled and I caught up to her and the dogs. She whirled around and her eyes got wide with fear. I turned and looked also.
There between us and the fire was a Sabre Tooth Tiger.
This should never happen to let a major predator between you and the fire. The cat knew it had us trapped. I slowly worked Sparrow back toward the rocks, as the cat walked toward us. Suddenly the two dogs attacked the cat. While the cat was busy with the two dogs, we raced around them and back to the fire with the cat in hot pursuit. The cat had killed one dog and the other was nipping at his back legs.
I got to the fire and grabbed my club and darts. As the cat came into range, I fired off a dart hitting it in the back. The cat reared up on his hind legs, and I fired the next dart right into its throat. There was still a lot of fight in the cat, but the third dart into its side put the cat down.
I skinned both the cat and the puppy, and gave them meat and skins to Sparrow, and went into the woods to get some more wood for the fire. When I got back, she had some of the cat meat cooking over the fire for our dinner. I gave the surviving male dog a nice choice piece of the cat meat.
We had a couple of deer skins to lie on for sleeping. She laid next to me and the dog was down by our feet. Sparrow was a year younger than me. She had brown hair and eyes, with a lithe body, and budding breast.
She rolled next to me and gave me a kiss, as she glanced at me with those soft brown eyes.
“Red Hawk make love to me, I don’t want to die, without knowing what it is like to have a man between my legs?” She asked me with a kiss.
I have never been with a woman, and had no idea on just what to do. We both have watched our elders have sex. Most of the time the woman just bends over and the guy puts it to her from the back side. Ever so often a couple will have full sex, where the man will suck on the woman’s boob, and finger her pussy. But that is usually done in privacy of a tent.
We both took our clothes off and laid there next to each other. I leaned over and gave her a kiss, and squeezed her small breast. I pinched her nipple, which caused her to flinch. I rubbed and played with both of her boobs. Her little nipples stuck up straight and hard.
“Suck on them.” She urged me.
I went down and sucked on both of her boobs and nipples. I could hear her start to a pant, as her hands pushed my head down on her boobs harder. I sucked on her nipples, and then I chomped down on one a little to hard and she yelped in surprised pain.
I rolled on top of her and she guided my stiff cock into her wet pussy. I rammed my cock into her, and she gave a sharp scream.
“Are you ok?” I asked her with some concern as I did not know what happen.
“Ya, but just hold on for a little bit till I get used to you being inside of me.” She said with tears running down her cheeks.
She started to move and I started to thrust my cock back and forth inside of her. Soon we had a rhythm going, and she started to moan. I could feel funny things start to happen to my cock. I gave a groan as I shot my load of cum deep into her pussy.
Being a 17-year old, my cock seems to stay hard, and I kept ramming into her, and I could feel her getting sloppy from both my cum and her cum mixing together. Her pussy was tight and her muscles were gripping my cock with each thrust. Soon I felt that same feeling and I shot another load of my cum deep inside of her.
We rested for a while and then I mounted her from behind and rammed my cock deep inside of her from the backside. I fucked her long, deep, and hard. I could hear her moan and groan with her breathing coming in gasps. I again could feel that feeling in my cock, as I dumped my third load of the night deep into her pussy.
Finally I pulled out exhausted, and laid down on my deer skin to sleep, with her curled up next to me. In the morning I got up and tossed some more wood on the fire, Sparrow was still sleeping. I went into the woods to get some more wood, and brought it back to camp.
As I put the wood on my supply pile, she grunted at me a couple of times. I looked over at her and she had her lovely naked ass point at me and she was shaking it. I dropped my clothes and walked over to her and kneeled down and put my cock into her pussy. She was dripping wet, and I slide right in. I pounded away at her, and she was gasping and grunting with each thrust. It was not long and that feeling came over me, and I shot rope after rope of my cum inside of her. We both collapsed panting from the exertion.
It was time to move, as game was getting scarce. I had nine darts now in the holder she made for me from the dead puppy’s hide. I knew what stones to use to start fires with, and gather some of them. We loaded up what we could take and left. I had no idea where to go, so we started to trek of toward the north.
After a few months of wandering, I approached a small group of men in their camp. I had left Sparrow and the dog back in the woods, while I checked this out. They were slavers, which attacked tribes to steal their women to sell to other tribes.
The slavers chased me into the woods where I had Sparrow and the dog waiting. As I entered the woods, I turned to make my stand. I took the first couple of slavers down fast with my darts. Now there were just two of them. They backed off till they could figure out what just hit them. I sent Sparrow out into the open to incite them. Which worked perfectly, when they saw her, they immediately charged forward and we dispatched of the remaining two.
I searched their body’s and took a hatch and bone knife off the leader, and hatches off the other three. Their spears and clubs were junk next to mine, and I grabbed my darts out of their bodies. We headed back to their camp. There we found two naked girls tied up. They told us how a large group of slavers raided their camp and stole them away from the tribe, while the hunters were away hunting for food. The group split up, with those four escorting the girls back to their main camp.
The oldest was called Robin, and her friend was called Fawn. Robin was just a year or two older than I and Fawn was around Sparrow’s age. Both had dark hair and brown eyes. Their bodies were similar to Sparrow’s.
I now had a problem on what to do with the two girls. I could not just leave them, and they did not know how to get back to their tribe. I could see no other choice but to ask them to join us, but that met two more mouths to feed.
After hearing their story, I decided to head back to our first campsite. I knew when the slavers found this camp site, the dead men, and the girls gone. They would be seek revenge. It would be best if we were long gone by then.

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Red Hawk the Spear Maker(Part 7 One Hundred Years Later)

This takes place on the planet Surnova during the end of their dinosaur period. The human’s here evolved faster than did their counter part on Earth.
The story is now being told by my great great grandson Grey Wolf, as this story now jumps ahead 100 years.
Hi my name is Grey Wolf, and I am the chief of chiefs of many tribes. I have only seen thirty summers, but our bloodline has been chief of chiefs since Thunder Bird was the first.
When the tribes all come together at the great meeting grounds, we then call ourselves the nations.
The tribes have all thrived, growing crops, medical knowledge, and herbs. Our weapons have improved. We have domesticated horses, camels, and other animals. We are in a time period of tranquility. My main job now is ruling on disputes between tribes. We have an army that every tribe contributes hunters to. The army is more of a peace keeping force, keeping the peace between tribes.
My two wives’ Song Bird, and Morning Dove have produced seven children, four boys and three girls. We name the first boy Red Hawk, after our tribe founder. He is being groomed to take my place, when I am ready to step down as chief. My second boy Running Elk, is being trained to command our army. My last two sons are being trained as hunters. Training the girls is women’s work.
Even though we have had peace for many years, our story tellers still remind us of our past history. They tell tales of the violent raiders, and what they did to some of our tribes. We have outposts in strategic places. Patrols guard our borders between the outposts. A couple of times a year, I lead a group of hunters North into the mountains to check out the old raiders camp located in a valley within the mountains. So far the camp has been empty and showed no signs of anyone having been there. We never went any further than the valley in the mountains.
We are beginning to enter the stone age, with our weapon masters starting to make stone weapons. They started by making stone pointed clubs that were similar to a mace. They would put holes in the club with sharp pointed stones being struck by stone hammers. They would then tar sharp stone points into the club. Later on we discovered a plant that produced a sticky substance, which worked better than tar.
Second was a stone axe, which did considerably more damage than a club would do. Also, they worked well in chopping down trees. Over time we made some stone bowls, but the work to do this was extremely painstaking process. They were shallow bowls. Once made, we could heat water and food in them.
To the North and West of our boundaries, about a 5-day ride on our horses, are a couple of tribes that we trade with. They traded us some black wood(charcoal) for some of the items that we had for trade. We never trade our weapons. You never no when they might be used against us. Our weapon masters found out that by crushing pieces of the black wood, the pieces would burn hotter than our wood fires. But we had no idea on what to do with this discovery yet.
Far to the South of our territories, we traded with a tribe that had some rock nuggets. One day a weapon master took some of the smaller nugget pieces, and put it into a stone bowl. He heated the bowl over a wood fire, and nothing happens. When he put some of the black wood pieces in the fire, the extra heat started the nuggets to melt. He notices that stirring the liquid, it would coat the end of his wooden stick. When cooled it left a metal coating on the stick, which was very hard to remove.
After going through a trial and error period. Using this process we found that we could make two types of different arrows. The first, was a flint head, that was coated with this liquid metal. The other was a sharpened shaft end that was heated to a hardened state, and then coated with the liquid metal. We also could coat the axes and knives, and with a type of whetstone we could sharpen them. This whole process probably took us over a year to get right. We spent a lot of time just going back and trading for the raw materials that we needed.
Up toward the North East almost against the mountains are a couple of tribes we trade with. They traded us some crystal looking nuggets. They told us to “Crush the nuggets and put the powder over our crops to help them grows.”
To the South East a tribe traded us some yellow looking nuggets. They said, “crush it up and use the powder with our medicines.” The crushed nuggets burned fairly easily, putting out strange smelling smoke. The crushed nuggets when mixed with healing herbs into a paste product, seem to work as salve for rashes, and cuts.
After some trial and error, we combined the yellow powder and white powder together and used it on our crops. The results were simply amazing. The corn and wheat crops grew taller and fuller. Our crops and medicine took some major leaps forward with these two products.
One of our weapon masters crushed together some of the white, yellow and black nuggets, in a stone bowl. After a series of tests, he touched the mixture with a lighted stick. The resulting explosion killed him, and hurt two other people. We had no idea on what just happen, or what he did to the mixture. I started an investigation into this accident. I was intent on finding out just what had happen, and why.
We recreated the accident, and then I heated a stone red hot. Using a throw stick, I pitched the stone into the stone pot. The explosion threw the stone tree high into the air. Now we knew just what the explosion did. How do we use this find? I turned to a couple of weapon masters.
“Figure out away on how to best use this exploding powder.” I told them
It has been a couple of years since all these discoveries. All of our tribes have flourished with the advancements that have been made. Once every couple of years, when summer ends and fall starts, the tribes gather to meet at the great meeting ground. It was soon time for us to pack up and head out to the great meeting ground.
We were getting close to the great meeting grounds. We started to encounter other tribes. They were heading in the same direction. They all said hello to us as they knew that I was the chief of chiefs. As always there is an unspoken universal peace between tribes as they head toward the meeting grounds.
We camped for the night, and spent the next day hunting to resupply our food. We set up a smoke tent to cure the meat. There was a nice spring near by to fill our water containers. Once we had enough provisions to last for a couple of weeks. We headed out. We were only a day or so away.
We came through a small set of hills and a there in front of us spread out in a huge valley was the great meeting ground. We could see many of the tribes were already there. We cleared the hills, and headed for the spot that is reserved for the chief of chief’s tribe to set up camp.
The army is out in full force protecting the perimeter of the great meeting grounds to prevent any type of unexpected attack. Although there has been no sign of any of the raiders, we were going to be prepared just in case.
There are all kinds of events to test the strength of your tribe’s best warrior. This is also the time when young men go from tribe to tribe looking to take a mate. I thought that I might find a wife for me if the opportunity presented itself. Both of my wives past away in the last 18 months. Song Bird to a poison snake bite, and Morning Dove to an illness. I figured now was a good time to look for a new mate.
Our tribe has eighteen children between the age of 16-18. Eight boys and ten girls. The boys each took a mate, and we lost nine of the girls to other tribes. This helps to keep the inbreeding in check. My two oldest boys tried to talk me into letting them take wives, but I told them no.
Our weapon master meets with other tribe’s masters to show what we have done with the new powders. There was a lot of talk with both the masters, and in the chief meetings on what and how to use the exploding powder. We already have shared with the army weapons master, the liquid metal that coats the arrow heads.
By the end of the week the weapon masters have come up with some ways to use the exploding powder. They filled a hollowed out gourd with the powder and pebbles, and sealed the end with some tar. They had a hunter shot it with an arrow that had its head heated. The hot arrow struck the gourd, causing the powder to explode shooting out the pebbles, a lot like a claymore.
They used the same principal using a gourd with a wick in the end sealed by tar. The wick was made of grass and tar so it would not burn down to fast. Light the wick and heave it as far as you can like a grenade. Both processes need some extra work and fine tuning, but the concept is what I was looking for.
It was a great week. I had lots of fun meeting with all the chief’s and their tribes. At one tribe camp, I met a woman called Silvermoon. I ran into her a few other times during the week. She is a first cousin of Running Bull, who is the chief of her tribe. She had been married once, but her husband was killed in a hunting accident. We seemed to hit it off good right away. She has brown hair and eyes. She is very pretty, and has bigger breast than most of the women in her tribe. She has one child from her first marriage, a girl. She also lost one child at childbirth.
Late one night she came to my tent. She slipped off her clothing and crawled under the fur skin blanket with me. We kissed for a bit and I groped her breast and pinched her nipples. She was squirming around in arousal. We kissed and fondled each other.
“Oh it feels so good to be in your arms, it has been a long time for me, please take it easy when you stick your thing in me.” She cooed softly. “I am so ready for you right now.”
I moved to the back of her and she raised her ass up to me. I shoved my cock deep inside of her soaking wet pussy. She was tight, and let out a sharp yelp, as I entered her pussy with my cock. I started to fuck her slowly, but soon I was slamming my cock back and forth deep inside of her pussy.
“OH Yes right there, don’t stop, do it harder!” She moaned as I continued to fuck her wildly.
She started to cry out softly, as her juices start to drip down my shaft. I continued to pounded away at her. Soon I got that good feeling in my cock, and I shot my load of cum deep inside of her pussy.
“Oh that felt so good.” She said to me. I just kind of puffed back at her.
After a couple of days of her coming to my tent at night. “Why don’t you stay here and share my tent with me?” I asked her. It was a roundabout way of asking her to be my mate.
She smiled and said, “I was hoping you would ask, and yes I will be your mate.”
She became my mate, and she and her daughter joined our tribe. It was a big honor to her, and tribe for her to become the mate to the chief of chiefs. It seems like she took me to our bed whenever she could, at least a couple of times a day.
Finally she says to me.“This is my right time of the month, I hope you planted it deep to make it a boy.” I just stared back at her with a smile on my face, hoping she is right.
After 10 days of fun, it was time for the great chieftain party, which signaled the end of this year great meeting ground event. While the party was going on, up to the far north revenge was starting.
The raiders had waited a hundred years to start their revenge. They started by destroying the outpost to the far north. They also took out any patrols that happen by. They captured the weapons from the dead warriors. Quickly the raiders worked their way down South, taking out the outpost as they advance.
Finally word reached us as we were about to break camp. A rider from one of the outpost, arrived at the meeting ground to tell us what has happened. The whole camp was in an uproar. Slowly warriors from patrols and outpost that fled before the raiders had reached them. They filled us in on what the raiders were doing, and how far away they were.
I sat down in a war council with the senior tribe chiefs, to figure out just what to do. None of us has ever been in a major war, and we were lacking in battle strategy. We set up a 5-point plan
1. Send our scouts out on horse back to check out the progress of the raiders, and report back to us.
2. Send out hunters to get in plenty of food, water, and wood for fuel.
3. Get the weapon master to make more arrows and axes. Also get the exploding powder
bombs built.
4. Start to fortified the area to the north.
5. Get the army full staffed with extra hunters, and work on battle field tactics.
The first scout reported back telling us the raiders were seven days away, and moving toward us very fast.
There are 25 tribes that make up the nations. The average tribe has somewhere between 100-120 members. Most tribes are generally split somewhere around 40 men, 40 women, and 40 children give or take in each category. Each tribe contributes 10 hunters to the army, making our army 250 men strong. They are well trained by our weapon masters and commanding officers.
Not all men in the tribes are hunters. Some do have other tasks. But all are trained in some form of tribal protection. If every tribe had 20 hunters available. Then that would give us a backup to the army of around 500 extra men.
I started to give some of the chiefs tasks to do. Some worked with hunters training them. Some worked with the medical people on how to treat our wounded. A couple of chiefs had the task of working out a plan of getting our dead out of the way and buried. A couple of others had the task of feeding all of our hunters and warriors, and the rest of the tribes in camp.
Three chiefs worked on our defense. After about three days of preparation, and many hours of work, finally our defenses were built. We had dug pits, and cover them with branches. The bottoms of the pits were lined with sharp stakes. We erected barricades of sharpen limbs and boulders away from the meeting grounds toward the North. We wanted to break up the raiders, so they would not have a clear run to the meeting grounds. We had an area in front of the barricades cleared so they could not sneak up on us.
We planted bombs at certain location in the center of the battlefield. Our hunters practiced hitting them with dummy arrows. We had bombs all over the place within the barricade area. It was almost our last line of defense.
One tribe was expert horsemen, and I had them go up into the hills to attack the raiders from the side. They carried some grenades with them. I hoped an attack from a different direction might slow down the raiders.
The river on the East side of us helps to act as a barrier. The mountains and hills to the West also helped to act as a barrier. The days seem to flash past us as the raiders were drawing closer.
With the use of our tame horses, our scouts were able to stay ahead of the raiders. They kept us informed on the advancement of the raiders. Finally we could see the dust that the raiders kicked up as they moved toward us.
The next day I moved up toward the front to view the raiders. My God they covered the ground for as far as I could see. Must be thousands of them? We must be out numbered 10 to 1. We are going to be massacred, how are going to survive against so many.

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