The Man From Mars

Sheila adjusted the knot in her red halter top, smoothing the cotton fabric across her melon-sized breasts. She could see the neighbor mowing the lawn out the window. Now was an excellent time to catch up on that bit of gardening she had been putting off…and, maybe, meet the new man on the block.

She gathered her gardening tools, tiny spade, gloves, the little geranium she intended to plant near the fence, in the neighbor’s direct line of view as he pushed his lawnmower about. He certainly was nice to look at, Sheila admitted as she opened the back door and stepped onto the patio. He had the nicest ass of any male she had seen of late. A wistful sigh left her throat. If only he would look in her direction she felt certain they could become close friends.

It’s awful being so horny, she thought as she strode across the lawn to the small garden plot, buxom and Rubinesque in all her glory. She tossed her long blond hair, hoping to attract the attention of the neighbor. Alas, he seemed not to notice. What in Hell was his problem anyway? She had tried for almost two weeks to catch his eye. He must be from Mars, she decided with a disgruntled sigh.

Sheila dropped to her knees and plunged her little shovel into the soft earth, quickly digging a hole for her new plant. But, as she soon realized, the hole wasn’t quite large enough. She set the geranium aside and took both hands to the shovel, stabbing its tip at the firm soil. Digging had suddenly gotten quite difficult. Then Sheila hit an object with the tip of her shovel and thought she must have encountered stones in her path. She raised the shovel and using all her strength, rammed it in the ground – only to encounter further difficulty. There was nothing to do but use the shovel tip and pry out the stones in the hole. She proceeded to position her shovel beneath one large, brown rock, leaned heavily on the handle…

A shadow suddenly appeared in front of Sheila. She blinked her eyes, thinking for a moment she might have eye failure. There appeared to be some sort of alien creature in her midst. She raised her head and sat back in the grass, taking in the intruder with every bit of rational she could summon.

He smiled down at her, stepped closer, took Sheila’s hand. Together they began walking across the yard. Sheila never thought to question. Her hand felt warm in his. He was male. She could tell that right off. He had a well-rounded butt and was wearing the tightest little pair of gray pants. She wondered where he had purchased them. They were exquisite. Or was it that she couldn’t help but notice how well his ass filled them out? Maybe that was it.

“Where are you taking me?” she managed to ask.

He turned to look at her and it was Adana Escort then she saw his eyes. They were almond shaped and the strangest color of blue she had ever seen. They were beautiful and she sensed she had nothing to fear.

“Where would you like to go?” he returned, smiling.

“Oh,” Sheila replied, laughing a little. “I’d like to go to a place where sex is the only means of pleasure.”

He tugged on her hand, pulling her through a doorway. White light seemed to filter into the space, illuminating, cascading from every direction. The floor beneath their feet was covered with plush carpet, white, dense. Soft music came from somewhere above. Sheila raised her eyes, searching, not finding the source, but deciding she liked the place, whatever it was.

“come,” he said.

“All right,” Sheila agreed, allowing him to lead on.

Voices came to her ears moments before they stepped into yet another room in the place. Others were there, like the one leading her, sitting at a long table, conversing and drinking pink colored drinks in tall goblets. Sheila looked round, wondering.

“Come. We’re almost there.”

He tugged on Sheila’s hand, pulling her along behind him. They entered a long passageway, tunnel-like, illuminated with a faint glow at the far end.

“Where are you taking me?” Sheila questioned. She sensed she was about to be surprised and the thought aroused her femininity in a most erotic manner.

At once her escort halted, turned to her, began untying the knot in her halter top, then quite expertly, freed her melon-sized breasts. He caressed the fleshy globes with his palms, making Sheila moan with pleasure. She looked at his long fingers as they tweaked her taut rose-colored nipples. Then he lowered his hands and pushed her denim short shorts from her hips, revealing her bushy blond crotch and rounded hips. Sheila gave a little squeal at his boldness then stepped closer so he could caress her with his long fingers.

Momentarily he took Sheila’s hand and pulled her along the tunnel, bringing her into a room like no other they had seen. A control panel sat in the center, with leather-clad chairs. Colored lights flickered on and off. A motor hummed.

For the first time, Sheila grew frightened. What was this place? It seemed so foreign. She surveyed the surroundings then looked to her companion. He seemed rather odd at the moment, changing right before her eyes. His figure seemed to waver, grow faint. He appeared to be there…but wasn’t.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Sheila said, blinking her eyes in his direction. In the one sense she was standing there naked, aroused, wanting to get laid, but not understanding if that was what he had in Adana Escort Bayan mind.

“You desired to go to a place where sex was the only pleasure,” he reminded her. “We’re preparing to blast off.”

“Couldn’t we just get it on right here and now?” Sheila asked. She raised one hand and stroked her large breasts, tweaking her erect nipples at him. Her eyes surveyed his body, seeing the change he had brought about. She liked it. He had taken on new dimensions, particularly in the crotch area. She drew in a quick breath as she rested her gaze on his well-endowed genitals.

“Is this a dream?” she suddenly asked.

He smiled at her. Came toward her. Pushed her to the floor of the control room.

Sheila parted her legs, opened her crotch for his male penis. It was a sight to see. Long. Thick. Rock hard. Rock?

He positioned himself between Sheila’s legs, pointed the round head of his cock at her cunt, and rammed it inside, making Sheila gasp with the enormity of his size. Then he began to thrust, deeply, sliding easily in and out, tickling Sheila’s hot cunt until she grew near explosion.

“Take me home, Baby!” Sheila yelped.

She gasped the cheeks of his ass in both hands and lunged her rounded hips up to meet his thrusts, taking his long cock deep inside her cunt. Faster. Faster. Hotter. Hotter.

The climax rocked them both. They hammered each other. Rolled around on the floor. Sheila had never felt such an orgasm. It was like no other. Like something out of this world!

“Let’s do it again,” she encouraged.

“You’re a hot Earthling,” he commented.

“Earthling?” Sheila repeated.

“Yes. When you came aboard the craft I thought you might be one of those frigid women we heard of who live on Earth.”

Sheila’s head suddenly began to pound. Her temples throbbed. Had she just fucked an alien? What was going on? Was she dreaming? If so, it was time she woke up.

He pulled out of Sheila’s cunt and went to the control panel of the craft. Momentarily the rest of the crew came in and they proceeded to the instrument panel. Sheila raised up on one elbow and watched them. Perhaps it was true. She was on board a UFO and they were preparing to take her back to their planet. Maybe her life was about to change. She pinned her eyes on the man who had brought her on board as he left his Captain’s seat and came toward her. He had a beautiful erection standing out like a stiff flag from his crotch. She opened her legs and bid him entry, which he hurried to do, fucking her quickly and bringing them both to the point of orgasm with lightening speed.

“You’re very good,” Sheila crooned, stroking his slick head. “But tell me the truth. Are we really on Escort Adana a space ship and are you really taking me back to your planet?”

“You like sex, don’t you?” he asked.

“More than anything. I could get laid every hour.”

“On my planet there is a great need for women like you.”

“Really?” She was intrigued, aroused.

“Yes. We must reproduce or our species will become extinct.”

Sheila felt fearful. She didn’t want to give birth – just have sex and enjoy it.

“I have no desire to reproduce,” she informed him.

“You have no choice,” he informed her. “I have just planted my seed inside you. In two weeks you will have my offspring.”

“Fuck you, Buddy!” Sheila spewed. She gave him a brutal push, throwing him across the room.

“I don’t understand!” he screamed as he hit the wall and slid to the floor. “Sex is for reproductive purposes only. The fact that you like it is only elementary.”

Sheila got to her feet and took off running down the long tunnel, intent on finding the way out of the space ship. It had been a mistake to let him bring her there. She ran as fast as she could, locating the room with the table where the crew had drank from the tall goblets, then into the room with the white light and the dense carpet…

“Are you okay?” a voice asked.

A man bent over Sheila as she peered up from the ground. Her forehead pounded. There was dirt on her clothes.

“Let me help you up,” he continued.

He grasp Sheila’s upper arms, his eyes pinned on her pair of large fleshy tits, her bare midriff, trim waist rising above her cut off short shorts.

“I’m Roy, from next door. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

Damn! Sheila thought, a little embarrassed, it’s the hot neighbor.

She allowed Roy to help her stand, leaned her hot body against his, accepted his offer of an icy drink at his house.

Roy took Sheila inside, helped her to the couch, drew the drapes, then disrobed her nubile body. Sheila stretched out on the couch, spread her legs, gave Roy an eye full. Then they had sex. Hot. Steamy. Fulfilling sex. Sheila yelped at the intense orgasm he gave her. When they had sated their carnal needs, Roy poured Sheila a drink.

“You’re a hot babe, Sheila. I’d like to get to know you better.”

“I like sex,” Sheila admitted. “And you’re an excellent fucker.” She sipped her drink, liking the taste on her tongue It was different. She lowered her eyes and gazed at the liquid. It was pink. “What are we drinking, Roy?”

“A little mixture I brought from home,” he answered. He reached over and opened the door of a nearby cabinet. “Would you like more? I’ve learned how to reproduce it.”

“Reproduce?” Sheila said, growing scared. “Reproduce?”

Before Roy could stop Sheila she scrambled off the couch and bolted from the house, screeching at the top of her lungs. In a panic she rushed home, locked her doors, and hurried to the bathtub. “I”ll never garden again!” she exclaimed. “I’ll never garden again!”