Sextraterrestrials

"I want you to fuck Matt," she told the mildly homophobic Ted, "and while you do that, I am going to fuck you. I will help you. Matt, climb up them and spread 'em."

Matt climbed up on the bed and knelt with head against the mattress and spread his cheeks so that Wanda could have easier access to his ass. He felt the cool jelly as Wanda spread it around his anus before plunging her fingers all the way inside him to lube his passage as deeply as she could.

She then turned to Ted, whose erection had begun to wilt. She grabbed his cock with her Vaseline-covered hand, which she began to slide up and down Ted's shaft as she pressed her naked body against his, luxuriating in feel of his hard flesh pressed tightly her large soft breasts. She teased him by moving her hardened nipples back and forth around his chest, as she continued to stroke his cock with her jelly-covered hand. She turned him around then, so that his back was facing her. She pressed her boobs against his naked back as her hand moved down to lubricate his tightly-muscled ass. She licked his ear as she buried his fingers inside him up to the hilt. "My you have a nice virgin little ass," she said. "I am going to enjoy fucking you and spreading that ass so wide open that you will cry for mercy."

She continued to stroke his cock as she slowly withdrew her fingers from his ass. Then she rammed them all the way inside him once again, just to give him a little taste of what was to come. She squeezed his cock hard as she withdrew her fingers from his ass once again and pushed him down on top of Matt, guiding his steel hard cock into Matt's waiting cornhole. She pushed Ted forward so that all seven inches of his cock were deeply buried inside Matt.

She placed her hands on Ted's ass and balls, which she respectively stroked and squeezed as she urged Ted on to a faster and faster pace as he began to ass-fuck Matt. She knelt down and licked Ted's balls as they flapped harder and harder against Matt's ass with each thrust. She then stood and strapped on the vibrator, setting it to max. She forced the electronic dildo into Ted's pre-lubricated ass, penetrating him slowly at first, then picking up the pace until her movements match Ted's. She reached around to feel and stroke Ted's cock and balls as they pounded their way into Matt's passage.

Soon she became the driving force, pummeling Ted's ass, feeling the dildo's tickler against her cunt as she thrust herself harder and harder into Ted's cornhole. She lay on Ted's back, her naked boobs pressing against his skin, as she began to lick his neck and ear while she thrust herself into him harder and harder.

"Do him. Do him hard," she told Ted, and she squeezed his balls mercilessly as she drove him harder and harder into Matt's tortured but willing ass. She felt his balls jump in her hand, as Ted shoved that cock all the way into Matt's ass and cried out in pleasure and pain as he poured his seed into Matt. He collapsed against Matt then, lying on his naked back. His tongue found Matt's ear and licked it softly as the three of them lay there in silence.

"OK, now it's my turn", Wanda said after a few minutes had passed and she could see that Ted's cock had truly recovered from its ordeal. "I have always wondered what it would be like to be fucked in all three holes at once."

She crawled so that she could kneel sideways on the bed. "Matt, you come over here," she said, indicating that he should stand with his jutting cock just inches from her eager lips. Ted, you get behind me. I want you fuck me in the ass and cunt, while Matt pummels my mouth. I think I know what you guys are. People have been talking. It's all over the Internet, so I know you can do it."

"Come on, guys. Work your magic," she said as she impaled her head on Matt's cock, now grown to nine inches and counting.

Matt, violently thrust his shaft into her mouth and began battering his way in and out of that orifice as if he were a DEA agent breaking down the door of a meth lab. He held her head steady while he pounded her mouth harder and harder with each thrust.

Ted finished lubing her ass and held her by the hips as he thrust his swollen foot-long cock into her eager wet cunt. He buried himself to the hilt and then began moving slowly in and out of her.

Matt found Wanda's sizable tits and grasped them firmly in his meaty hands, squeezing them and mauling them in time with his deep and violent thrusts in and out of Wanda's stretched-open mouth.

Ted began to fuck Wanda's cunt more violently, and she could feel something wet and warm licking her clit feverously in time with Ted's and Matt's thrusts, which were becoming more and more synchronized.

She was all not surprised when a third cock entered her ass, spreading her wide-open. Ted jammed that cock into her hitherto unplumbed depths, and his cocks began to move in and out of her anus and cunt in a faster and faster motion.

Wanda thrust her head up and down on Matt's cock as it continued to batter its way in and out of her mouth. She reached up to grab his balls firmly in her hands, squeezing them, rolling them and playing with them, as Matt teased her erect nipples with his fingers before grabbing her tits once again firmly in his meaty paws to gain leverage as he pounded his way in and out of her mouth in a faster and faster pace while Ted's tongue (where no tongue should be) lapped her clit hungrily and his two thick cocks thrust their way in and out of her harder and harder.

Wanda could feel the sweat dripping down her breasts as she came in a torrent, her juices flowing over Ted's cock just as he and Matt both came, their balls emptying their contents deeply in all three of her passages.

They lay there for a while in silence until Wanda spoke.

"Will it hurt?" she asked, fingering the zits that had bloomed on her face as they grew and wiggled back and time.

"It won't hurt at all. We transform back and forth from human to wormball all the time," said the thing that had once been Jerry Fowler and who had most recently starred in the role of Matt Arnold.

"All the time," seconded the thing that had once been Bartholomew Wisenofski and had most recently been featured in the role of Ted Brown. He stroked the tentacles on the top of Wanda's head and nuzzled her worm-infested cheek with his own.

"Do you still like sex? Does it still feel good? Will I have any feelings at all?" she asked.

The Matt / Jerry wormball wrapped a tentacle around Wanda's "shoulder" and said, "It's even more wonderful than before. Much more wonderful, because you lose all your hang-ups, and everybody's inhibitions are gone. It like a big orgy out there. You won't believe the pleasure we experience when we fuck each other. We have the sexual organs of five million species at our disposal. And you won't believe the telepathy thing. It makes you one with the Great Mind that fills the Multiverse, the Consciousness that chooses every quantum outcome. You will have to experience it yourself to understand the rush it gives you."

"What about when you eat each other? Does it hurt? Do you die?" she asked.

"That's just another way of becoming One with the Other. We don't feel pain, we just become part of the one that has eaten us. So don't worry so much," said Wormball #1, who was already forgetting his parts as Jerry Fowler and Matt Brown.

He intertwined his tentacles with Wanda's, who was almost 100% of the way to becoming Wormball #3.

"That's cool, I guess," said Wanda.

The three wormballs held tentacles as they sidled off down the Yellow Brick Road to new adventures, adventures that Wanda could not have even dreamed of a scant few hours ago.

She could dream of them now.

The POTUS

President Roosevelt (Rosie) T. Gladhander sat stiffly at his desk in the Oval Office, attempting (successfully he thought) to maintain the proper tone of solemnity on his much photographed countenance. It was nighttime in D.C. and the sunny view of the rose garden and the back lawn had been replaced by an appropriate blackness in which nothing could be seen except the reflection of the rear of the Commander-in-Chief's woefully underutilized head.

"OK, Mr. President, we are ready to roll. Five, four, three, two, one..."

"My fellow Americans," Rosie began in a sad but confident voice, "I come before you tonight to discuss a grave crisis facing our nation. By now, it is likely that most of you know the enemy we face.

"Two weeks ago, astronomers at Kitt Peak National Observatory reported an unexpected meteor shower. Meteorites from this swarm landed in many countries around the world, including two right here in Washington, D.C. Many others have landed throughout our great country, from Gary, Indiana to Hoboken, New Jersey.

"By now, many of you have met the passengers on those meteorites. These 'Visitors,' as the blogosphere has named them, made their intentions clear the moment they stepped out of their unholy transportation devices and defiled our sacred soil with their unholy tube legs. They seek nothing short of the total destruction of these United States." Rosie let a manufactured Glenn Beckian tear run down his left cheek, as he raised his fist to his mouth and looked away in feigned anguish.

Oh my, that feels good, he thought, as he forced himself to continue the address. "We will not take this lying down," he said, pounding his hand down on the Resolute Desk both in anger and in the extreme pleasure he was beginning to feel. "We will take it sitting up, I mean standing up like the men and women I have been privileged to meet as I travel around the great land of ours.

"These so-call Visitors, I call them Freedom Fighters because they fight our freedoms, are capable of reading our innermost thoughts and desires, including our basest and most lascivious fantasies. Oh my, that feels good.

"Our top scientists have been working around the cock, I mean clock, to find ways to combat this evil, unholy menace. I have placed Dr. Sergei Kostyack, a world-renowned geneticist and molecular biologist, in charge of our national effort to find a means of defeating these pernicious invaders.

"The Surgeon General has reported to me this morning that we have made great progress in this regard. We have determined that the Freedom Fighters' strategy is to entice us by appearing as our loved ones, no matter how inappropriate that love may be, and inducing us to fornicate with their unclean, worm-infested bodies. Their bodies can even manufacture clothes made out of sheddable membranes to complete their disguise. Oh my God, that feels so good.

"They fuse their DNA with ours in these unholy acts of sexual congress, which enables them to survive on this God-given world, and to oust us, to whom God has given dominion over the Earth, from these hallowed grounds.

"However, our scientific team, led by Dr. Kosyack, has determined that the Freedom Fighters cannot infect us with their unholy essence unless they have contact with our genital regions. Hallelujah, praise God, hot damn, that feels good.

"They will appear as the object of your deepest desire, but do not let them seduce you. Dr. Kostyack has already determined that they cannot penetrate a lubricated condom. For this reason, it is important for every American to practice safe sex. Do it for your country as well as for yourself.

"We are not 100% sure that that the virus cannot be spread by other means. For this reason, I have requested that Church & Dwight Company, the manufacturer of the popular Trojan Enz condoms (by the way I recommend the ribbed Extended Pleasure version) to manufacture whole body condoms to fully protect our wives and children.

"I would like to ask Tommy Tucker of Shreveport, Louisiana to come forward now. That's OK, Tommy, come right over here."

Eight-year-old Tommy stepped forward to model the whole body condom. He pointed to his windpipe to indicate that he was having trouble breathing.

"As you can see, this whole body condom covers Tommy from head to toe. You'll see he is having a little trouble breathing. Church & Dwight is fixing this problem even as we speak, by installing an air filter, and there will be an air filter on all models shipped to the public, starting tomorrow. Oh, Jesus.

"If you are too claustrophobic to wear the full-body condom, there is another solution. Three days from now, Church & Dwight will be ready to ship whole house, fully-lubricated condoms that an American can place over his entire house, and then life will be back to normal for most of its citizens. You members of the press already know that the entire White House is now enveloped by just such a condom, with a convenient zipper to admit the press and other cleared officials.

"Many of you have already lost loved ones to the Freedom Fighters. Dr. Kosytack, who is leading our scientific efforts in this regard, has developed an experimental vaccine that will prevent infection by the Visitors. This vaccine may be made available for public use later this week if it clears a few routine testing hurdles. Dr. Kostyack is also developing an attenuated live vaccine that, when released in the atmosphere, will multiply and infect every organism, human and alien, cat and dog and will thoroughly cleanse this unholy alien organism from our bodies once and for all. Then once again our precious body fluids will run clear in our veins, and we will be free of this unholy infestation for once and for all. Amen and Hallelujah, and goddaaaamn that girl is good!

"When this live vaccine is released and these unholy alien cells are cleansed from our systems, our loved ones will be restored to us, or at least reasonable facsimiles of our loved ones.

"One last message. Many of you are worried about the food supply. It is true that the alien cells have infected many of the plants in this great nation of ours, sometimes with, er, interesting results. However, Dr. Kostyack has determined that eating these plants, or even the aliens themselves, poses no danger to Americans' health.

"Oh my God, yes baby, you are truly the anointed one. Oh, I'm nearly there, baby. Oh, arg, ohmigod, don't stop, please. Oh. Oh. Oh. Yeees. Here comes the Chief."

All the secret service agents had their guns aimed in the vicinity of the President at this point. "Come out," they told the thing underneath the desk.

There she was, stained blue dress and all, easily recognizable as Monica Lewinsky, at least before the tube worms emerged from her skin. Rosie had always been an admirer of President Clinton.

"Don't shoot her. Oh please don't shoot her," Rosie said.

They shot her.

The next thing the Secret Service agents trained their guns on was the President himself. A hug zit was beginning to form in middle of his forehead. This was not good.

The Scientist

Three weeks later, Dr. Sergei Kostyack awoke to find himself nude, with a naked Naomi Watson, his one-time lab assistant and now part-time human, lying next to him, her soft white breast pressed against his chest and one lake draped over his leg. She snuggled against him, pressing her mons tightly against his thigh.

"Hi there," she whispered, "I thought you'd never wake up."

"Why do you keep coming back?" Sergei asked. Naomi had gone wormball two weeks ago, even though they had all been sheltered in the deep recesses of the sealed Biosafety Level 5 Lab for Deniable Research. The first vaccine didn't work, except on Sergei and Bruce Greylock. They seemed to be immune from the Worm Plague now, but the treatment had failed for everybody else.

"It's our instincts, silly," the girl replied. We are designed to seek out and mate with any terrestrial organism that does not yet share our Body. Besides, Naomi is still in this body with the rest of us, and she still loves you."

Sergei raised her lips to his and kissed her. Hers was the truest love he had ever known, even if she was a wormball. He reached out to stroke the tentacle that was emerging from her cheek. It quickly withdrew as Naomi exercised control, and her cheek was unblemished once again. He knew that he would never enjoy the ecstatic union that these creatures experienced in every moment of their waking lives, but the pleasures she continued to give him were still indescribable.

The new live vaccine sat on the lab table in the corner of the room. All Sergei had to do was grab it, take the elevator to ground level and release its contents into the air. The virus would do the rest. All the Visitor cells would be driven from their hijacked terrestrial bodies. All the people who disappeared into the wormball collective would be restored, or in the words of the late, great President Roosevelt T. Gladhander, at least "reasonable facsimiles" of them would be restored. Gladhander had gotten a raw deal Sergei thought. Impeached just because he was a wormball now. The Court had ruled that he was no longer the same Person who had been elected President. This was a week ago, back when there were still courts. Now, judging from the absence of television entertainment, what crawled along the surface of the planet above him was only an army of wormballs, with a few inveterate condom users perhaps thrown into the mix.

Sergei stood up and walked over to pick up the vial containing the live vaccine. All he needed to do was pop the cork, scatter its contents on the wind, and everything would be restored. All seven billion of Earth's huddled masses. The jihads. The poisoned air. The seemingly perpetual state of war. And perhaps the most unchanged thing of all, the Jerry Springer show.

If he didn't release it, gone would be that world of glory and all that would be left would be a world of unlimited food, an army of naked women seeking to satisfy his every sexual need, and a state of perpetual bliss for the creatures that remained.

Sergei walked over to the incinerator, threw the vial in, and closed the door.

It was a no-brainer, Sergei thought. Literally.

He walked back over to Naomi's welcoming arms.