Hide and Seek

She suddenly arched upwards onto her tippy toes, her free hand pulling a fistful of Hobbs hair upward along with her to keep him sucking dead center. Her body once more shook to pieces and her voice screeched it's mind blowing approval. She was indeed coming for the second time, splashing onto Hobbs face as her moans filled the mountainside.

Marshall was frantic now, and knew he had, at best perhaps a minute left before her fabulous finger work pushed him over the edge. He suddenly had an idea.

"Stick your cock into her pussy," Marshall begged, as her body exploded with the aftershocks of the greatest orgasm she'd ever had. "Maybe that'll loosen her fingers off of my cock."

Hobbs rose to his feet upon the hearing of his desperate plea. Her eyes were still glazed over and not focused on anything at all. She was still in orgasmic paradise.

Hobbs pressed his muscular chest into her back, reaching around her to press his hands in between Marshall's chest and her mountainous breasts. Her nipples were gigantic and exploded at the touch of his fingertips, rubbing them as his cock head pressed upward onto the edges of her still gushing pussy.

The feel of Hobb's cock head pressed against the edges of her pussy were more than she could take. She finally released Marshall's cock and took a quick step forward, knocking Hobb's cock away from her. It caught Marshall off balance, making him take a step back as well. She then jumped into Mashall's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as she pressed her pussy over top of his dangerously aroused cock. She was heavy and he stumbled, but before he'd had a chance to react, her hands pressed behind her onto Hobb's hips for support and she stretched herself open wide along the length of Marshall's cock. Hobb's back was planted firmly against a tree and he couldn't move an inch in either direction. She snapped her head backward with bliss as she slithered up and down Marshall's cock.

"Don't you dare come inside of her. You'll knock her up for sure."

"Too late," Marshall sputtered, his body shivering wildly as the onslaught of the greatest orgasm he'd ever had now firmly and irrevocably took hold.

She whimpered enthusiastically as his sperm fired deep inside, triggering yet a third orgasm that shook her to pieces once more, filling the countryside afresh, with new howls of delight.

After she'd drained Marshall of every last drop, she slithered to the ground, her shivering green body still savagely horny as her razor sharp nails gripped Hobb's hair, trying to tug his stiff ten inch cock towards her cum filled pussy.

He complied anxiously, stretching her open once more as his mouth toyed playfully with her turned on breasts. She lay on her back and wrapped her long green legs around his waist, her sharp talons gently digging into his pumping backside, encouraging him to pump harder and faster, until, in about just ten minutes, his desperate pleas for help went unanswered by Marshall.

"Don't look at me. I'm still shrunken. I'm spent for the whole day I think."

"I'd better pull out then," Hobbs managed, gasping and moaning as he tried to back away.

Her determination to have him cum inside, however, was fierce and unrelenting. Her claws dug deeper into his round bum cheeks and her legs wrapped tighter. She wasn't about to let him pry free like he had the night before.

Then it suddenly dawned on him. Marshall had come inside of her already, and thus she was already pregnant. He therefore stopped struggling and let his cock stretch her open faster and with deeper thrusts. She groaned wildly, as his unexpected compliance turned her on, making her explode with yet a fourth orgasmic yelp.

He groaned as he unloaded deep inside of her, staring into her loving saucer eyes, letting her know that hers was easily the sweetest pussy he'd ever had the pleasure of sticking his cock into.

He tried to get up, but she frowned and kissed his face and neck passionately. Her hands roamed his body and she tried to coax his hands to do the same. It then dawned on him that she was seeking an afterglow.

He did as she wished, kissing her face, lips and breasts as she squealed her delighted approval. His hands also spent the next few minutes sweeping across her thighs, bum and hips, until finally, he pried himself free and stood, still panting.

She too was still panting and as she stood she made a gesture with her right hand, making a rounded arc to signify that she was knocked up. Her eyes, however, didn't

glare sweetly at Marshall. Instead, they stared lovingly into Hobb's stunned face.

"She's obviously got us mixed up," Hobbs whispered. "It's your baby in there, not mine. You unloaded first."

"It's not mine," corrected Marshall. "I had a vasectomy just before taking this trip. My young wife didn't want to take a chance on getting knocked up in case I didn't return. She was right, I didn't return."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me this," Hobbs spat out, clearly infuriated.

"You didn't ask," Marshall retorted innocently.

Penelope stepped forward, kissed Hobb's cheek gently, then blinked her eyes before vanishing once more into thin air.

"Wow! That was quite a ride," Marshall said, still trembling from the effects of exquisite pleasure, thundering along his spine. "Best hand job I've ever had. Then to get to unload into that too tight pussy, man, outstanding! That simply blew my mind!"

"You should of told me," Hobbs whispered, suddenly glum.

"Man, are you ever a downer. First you convince me to go after the chick, and then when we score, you act like you never got your rocks off. As far as I could tell, she let you put the wood to her for about fifteen fabulous minutes. Probably the best fuck you've ever had by far. Why you acting all weird for?"

Hobbs sighed deeply, not bothering to talk further. Marshall had no doubt heard what happened to other guys who got them pregnant. He supposed he was just playing dumb on purpose, not to get him worried. "Let's go," Hobbs finally managed. "Don't worry about me, I'm just a little whacked out from such explosive love making, that's all."

"You mean sex, don't you, major? What's with all this lovemaking talk?"

Hobbs didn't answer. A part of him somehow knew that Penelope hadn't looked on it as mere sex, especially when he'd had her on the ground, making her moan nonstop. That's what frightened him, was what she thought.

The hot springs were erupting more than usual. Penelope wiped the condensation from her eyes and surveyed the land, scouring each inch of moon lit terrain for the men of her dreams. Hobbs and Marshall were nowhere to be seen. Her heart and maternal instincts told her it was Hobbs that had placed the baby inside of her, but it was her mind that kept replaying the lovemaking scene over and over. In it, no matter how many times she watched, Marshall was the first to fill her with his sperm. Whoever was really the father no longer really mattered now. What mattered was what she thought, and what she thought was that both men must have somehow contributed. Hence both men were the father, and both men were therefore destined to settle up in the nest with her once the baby was born in the next few months.

The tiny but growing baby inside of her Lorian womb was sapping all her energy. She still had one month to wait, and so she therefore hung her head and slept.

Hobbs heard splashing, but made no move toward the stream.

"Lots of fish tonight," Marshall encouraged, hopeful his words would stir the older man into action.

Hobbs remained silent and still, leaning against the camp door as though he might have to make a run for it at any time.

"I thought we didn't have to be afraid of condors at this time of night. The darkness makes them blind as bats, or at least so I've been told," Marshall queried.

"Do you realize that Lorian women give birth after just three short months?"

"And? Are you going to talk again about that green babe we put the wood to a couple of months back? Earth to Hobbs, or should I say, Lorian to Hobbs!"

The major ignored him, his mind still drifting away. "She should have her baby within a month from now, well, in her mind, it will be our baby, or at the very least, my baby."

"Fuck you shit head, that's all you talk about, over and over. Get a life, will you! We haven't seen her since we did her two months ago. She's probably moved on to other guys. Hell, I've fucked at least fifteen or sixteen others since her. You haven't even had one. They tell me you used to fuck like a rabbit, but ever since her, you've stopped. You hardly go outside, and even then it's only if you're surrounded by a group of us. Otherwise, hanging around this stupid door is all you do anymore, like you're afraid of someone coming to get you."

"I wonder if it's cold up in those nests. They say there a mile high."

Marshall stared at him incredulously. "Are you going to go fishing tonight or not? At least show me how to catch them and I'll go then! Damn you Hobbs, I'm talking right at you, but it's like there's no one home. I might as well tell you what the others are thinking, that you've flipped your lid. They took a vote. Nobody wants you to be leader no more. That all want Captain Hoverwitz to take over. He's the next highest ranked. Major? Major! Are you even listening?"

"Yeah, I heard you Marshall, they want the captain to take over. That's a wise decision considering I won't be around much longer. And neither will you if I'm right."

"Oh no you don't. Don't you go including me in all your weird bullshit scenarios about human fathers being kidnapped and carried off into the mountains by Lorian women! You keep on mumbling that shit and I keep asking...no...telling you to shut the fuck up about it! It's really starting to grate on my nerves. Now can you puleeeeeeeeese get up off your ass and catch us a dozen or so fish? At about five pounds per fish, that should be enough for all fifty of us, er forty nine if you remember about poor Wilson."

Major Hobbs sighed heavily and rose to his feet. His calculator like mind had told him he had a mere month left. Perhaps performing one or two last tasks for his men would be the honorable thing to do before being banished forever high up into the mountain nests. "Okay, I'll do it. A dozen fish, coming right up."

"Now you're talking," Marshall responded, his face beaming wildly. "How can I help?"

"You can't. Just hand me a few of those buckets and stay put."

"You sure you don't need any help?"

"Have I ever needed help before?"

"I'm not sure," Marshall answered honestly. "But then again, I've never really seen you catch them before, have I?"

Hobbs trotted off under the moonlight, with three buckets in tow.

Ten minutes later Marshall heard footsteps, and within a few seconds could make the outline of Major Hobbs, trudging forward in victory, his buckets overflowing with silver scaled fish, some of their tails still flipping back and forth in futile protest.

"Mmmmm, nothing like some well-seasoned fish, freshly fried out over the sand, to make one glad he was ship wrecked," Marshall mused wryly.

XXX

The drizzle woke him up, dancing gingerly off his cheeks, nose and mouth. He rubbed his forehead hard, suddenly aware of a vicious headache that was taking no prisoners. He sought to attain a fuller consciousness, but his mind still wanted more rest, and he drifted once more into the hazy shadows of sleep.

The rain was much harder now, and more purposeful in its descent, dotting the landscape with crashing splotches that seemed more like liquid bullets than harmless raindrops. Hobbs stirred a second time, his mind awash with probing and unanswered questions. Why was he laying out in the rain? Why had he gotten himself so totally drunk the night before? Just where the hell had he fallen asleep? He tried to concentrate on the barrage of thoughts besieging his weary brain, but there was too much drowsiness to process any information.

The grey and purple sky now spun in circles around his eyes, causing each tree to become doubled and then tripled. Strange sounds, like squawking birds, toyed with his ears. He listened intently, trying to make greater sense of them, but the incessant pounding of torrential rains was almost deafening, like an insidious drum beat, tap dancing on every inch of his head and body. He knew instinctively that he had been in the bone chilling rains too long, and therefore needed to get cover.

He tried to get up but couldn't, and so attempted to push himself up with his arm. A sharp aching suddenly stabbed at his shoulder. He glanced at the source of his pain, and noticed that the rain running down his arm was pink and mixing with his own blood.

"Where the fuck am I?" His words were precise and to the point, echoing his growing frustration at feeling dazed and lost.

"Coo, coo, coooooo."

"Hobbs! Get up man!"

The voices were familiar but he struggled to place them. Then it dawned on him. One voice belonged to the green babe he had filled with his cum, and the other to Marshall. "Marshall? Is that you?"

Hobbs watched as Marshall reached out and grabbed his two arms.

"Ouch! Easy man, that hurts."

"Forget the pain and help us drag you out of there. You're in a condor's nest."

"I'm in a what?"

Penelope jumped into the nest and put her arms around his waist, her massive breasts squished against his bleeding side. She yanked him up onto his feet and Marshalls incessant tugs finally pulled him out of the nest. Off to the side, three baby condor chicks, each the size of cars, were squawking furiously for their mother to come and stop their meal from being rescued. Hobbs had an arm wrapped around each of his rescuers, and they jumped off the tree branch, onto the cliff ledge, then began to scurry down the slope, finally disappearing into the thick forest.

"We had to come get you man and move you the hell out of there. The baby condors are afraid of the rain and have to stay under the heavy leaves, until it stops. That's the only reason you're not being ripped apart right now. They couldn't step out in the rain to get you."

Hobb's memory returned. He remembered now, lying on the sand, and falling asleep. A condor had snatched him in the early morning light, and dropped him off into her chick's nest. But the rains had held them at bay. "The condor...it...it grabbed me."

Marshall suddenly sought to bring more clarity to what had actually occurred. "Our sexy green girl here, she came last night to meet us. She saw the condor take you. She then took me by the hand, and led me to where we would find you, so we could help you escape. If it wasn't for her, you'd be dead right now."

Penelope led them into her cave. The rain still descended in torrents, but now merely pounded helplessly off of the cave roof. Candles made from beeswax were lit, causing their surroundings to become bright and interesting. Paintings were scrawled throughout the cave walls, depicting scenes of nature that Hobbs and Marshall found both intriguing and fascinating. Some of the paintings were self-portraits, with Penelope in the arms of a Lorian male.

Marshall was the first to comment on the hand painted sex scenes. "If these were the past males of the planet, their cocks were a lot smaller than ours. No wonder we drive these green babes so crazy."

"How are you feeling?"

The voice was foreign to the two men, and they gazed at Penelope in amazement.

Hobbs was resting on the ground as Penelope wrapped some leaves around his bleeding bicep. He just had to ask her the obvious. "You can talk?"

"Yes," she admitted. "All of us Lorian women can speak and understand your English. It took us a whole year to learn, but we thought it wise to play dumb. We found that you human males were much more afraid of us when we pretended to be less intelligent. Our Lorian men were savage and treated us very badly. We believed at first that the human males of your species probably did the same thing, only now we know that you are pretty well harmless. We do find, however that pretending you men are smarter than us does have its advantages."

"Well, since you do speak English," Hobbs said, "just let me thank you for saving my life. Those condor chicks would have ripped me to shreds once the rain stopped."

"I had to save you. I'm pregnant, and either you or Marshall here is the father," Penelope mentioned, with a happy sigh. "If I really wanted to, I could find out which one of you is the actual father, but I love you both. I want you both to be my lovers forever."

Marshall eyed her suspiciously. "Hobbs here was telling me that whenever a human male gets a Lorian woman pregnant, she carries him off to her nest and forces him to remain there."

"Well, to be honest, that is how it is at first, but lovemaking with us Lorian women is so sweet, and you human males find us so irresistible and sexy, that you never want to leave. We have ways of making love to you human men that can blow your minds. I'm hoping us three can become a family and that you two can be a father to our baby. But, if you two decide you don't want to be a part of my life or the baby's, I won't keep you here."

"That's certainly nice to know," Hobbs replied, feeling more relieved and relaxed. "You seem to know Marshall's name here. I'm Hobbs."

"I know. In fact I know a lot about you," she offered. "I also know that I am in love with you, and have been from our first encounter when you sucked on my pussy. No male has ever done that before. It was sweet beyond anything I ever could have imagined. And your giant cocks, they are just so magnificent. I get so horny just thinking about the sex we've shared."

"As do I," Hobbs agreed. "And your name?"

"Penelope."

"A nice name."

"Sooooooo, just how are you feeling anyways?"

"Well, considering that I've been dragged off by a condor that sunk his claws into my arm and shoulder, I guess I am feeling okay. There doesn't seem to be anything broken, but I guess I have lost some blood."

"These leafy bandages will stop the bleeding, and the powdered dried tree root I poured into your wounds will heal you up very nicely."

"I don't know how to thank you," Hobbs said.

"Don't you?" Her eyes were suddenly wide and wild and her nipples surging forward, becoming incredibly long and thick. "I'm real fucking horny."

She sat down beside him and kissed him on the mouth with her moist, warm, full lush lips. A burst of pleasure shot along his spine.

"Wow, you Lorian women have such awesome lips. I've never been kissed like that before.'

"You ain't seen nothing yet," she boasted.

"Shouldn't we let him rest, and heal first," Marshall inquired nervously.

"The root will heal him almost instantly. Besides, what greater way to make his body feel better than to make him stick his giant cock into the gorgeous, super tight pussy of a beautiful green sex goddess."

"I'm all for that," Hobbs agreed enthusiastically. He kissed her sweet lips again and she leaned forward, her nipples digging into his muscular chest.

She moaned at the surge of bliss tantalizing her engorged breasts. She then mounted him and carefully lowered her tight vaginal opening onto his cock. She forced herself downward and he sucked mightily on her pleasure filled breasts. She squirmed wildly in response, and groaned.

Marshall stood above and pressed the tip of his hard cock onto her lips.

She eagerly rolled her large lips down his shaft and began sucking with a fervor that made him shiver in delight.

She rose and fell along the length of Hobb's erection, winding and grinding her pussy around the base of his cock as she did so, while relishing his mouth work upon her breasts.

After only a few minutes, Hobbs found himself unable to hold on any longer.