by Kerri Carr
The green extensions of his fingers sprout little leaves as they continue around my neck, up my face, and around my head. One of his fingers, or vines, or whatever they are, enters my mouth and it tastes like the minty goodness from the green juice I drank the day we touched each other. Another one of the vines enters my ear and presses into my canal—the pressure would hurt in theory, but it consistently feels like a pleasant cotton swab cleaning.
However, when the vine in my ear begins to vibrate, I realize that there is more happening than a massage—Miller is now communicating with me through this vine. This isn’t real, I think. This is a dream—you drank the pink juice from Miller’s fridge and you’re hallucinating, Tally.
“No, you’re not hallucinating,” a voice says in my head while Miller’s vine of a finger vibrates in my skull. Between the pleasant pressure in my head and his tongue sucking at my pussy I can’t even formulate thought. All I know is that Miller didn’t say that with his mouth—he thought it into my head.
*****
Either Miller is communicating with me telepathically through these vines or I’m hallucinating. My first instinct is to try to think back to him.
“Miller,” I verbalize in my mind. “Is this real or is this some kind of sick dream? I drank one of your pink juices and my logic tells me that I’m dying.”
“I won’t lie to you, Tally, there is a possibility of your death,” he responds. “You drank the nectar of my planet, Il Guvadaz, and I’m afraid your body cannot cope with it. I’m trying to withdraw the nectar from your system before your body breaks down.”
“I don’t understand,” I know that I’m only thinking but even my thoughts sound like apathetic and tearful moans. I’m not in pain—on the contrary, actually. I’m in ecstasy.
“You must think of it like a human being who has been poisoned by a snake,” he answers confidently. “I have to suck the venom from your wound otherwise you will die.
“Although I’m thinking for the health of you and your baby, I can’t deny that I’m getting pleasure and bliss from tasting your secretion,” he beckons. When I open my eyes I see that his entire body has turned green and his muscles have grown to twice their original size. Holding me in his corpuscular biceps, I can’t help but release my cum into his face.
“Yes, Tally, please let me swallow your cum,” he thinks to me, his finger in my ear. My legs flail upward as my nerves explode, but Miller holds me to the ground so that my spasms don’t interrupt his healing process. “I can taste the nectar of my planet within you,” he continues. “There is only one thing left to do. I’m not sure if you are ready for it, Tally. You have a choice, though. You don’t have to go through with this. However, if we do not go through with it I fear for your life and your child’s life.”
“Do whatever you have to do,” I tell him telepathically. “I need my child to survive. Why did I have to be so stupid and drink the juice. It was one of the ones that you didn’t approve of yet. Am I right?”
“You’re right, Tally,” he thinks to me. “But there’s something else you should know. As you see, I’m not what you think I am.”
I’m afraid to admit the truth. “You’re not human,” I think.
“In space time your planet Earth correlates on an earlier and linear timeframe,” Miller thinks. His tongue is now out of me and my entire lower half feels numb. Now he speaks with his mouth, which is dripping with my secretion, only it’s not white like normal. It’s now pink like the juice I drank.
“I think I can save you with my sperm,” Miller says. He’s released his fingers from my ears, but the vines are still extended and tethered around my neck and arms.
“You want to cum inside of me?” I ask. Why can’t I get the image of Raymond making love to me while conceiving our child out of my head?
“I know what you’re thinking. We have less than five minutes, Tally. If you don’t receive my sperm, then I’m afraid the worst will happen. But you also have to know the truth. If you do receive my sperm, there is a strong chance that your child will become a twin, and the twin will be my child. I know about Raymond, Tally. On my planet his broadcasts are known to be almost biblical in nature. The truths that he spoke of reign in the ears of my people and encourage us to govern with passion and truth. His plane to Iceland reached a black hole and he passed through a dimension that evaporated all but his recordings. His recordings are stored in our Hall of Memory where the most important Universal information lies.”
“Miller, I don’t know what to say,” and I really don’t. It seems so farfetched, yet at the same time there is no way he could have known his information unless he spoke to my family. But I haven’t told anyone about my relationship with Miller, so that all seems unlikely. “Do what needs to be done.” And with that statement, I wrap my pale arms around his green body and draw him close to me.
His penis enters my vagina and my legs thrust upward toward the greenhouse roof. I look up to the glass ceiling and see the grey sky overhead—it looks like rain is about to pour down, and its droplets will echo with the frequency of my orgasmic moans.
“I want to love you, Miller,” I yell. “I want you to be inside me. I want you to give me your cum. I want you to give me twins. Please.”
The thought of his hot cum spilling into me drives me wild—He’s from another planet, Tally. While most women might feel fear upon allowing a man to ejaculate inside her—I actually feel a sense of comfort because Miller is not technically a man. This fact alone gives me faith that everything will be fine and that my babies will be healthy and happy.
I feel the dick protruding larger and larger, filling every inch of me. Something isn’t right—I saw his shaft the other day and it looked like it maxed out at seven inches. However, the pole that drives into me must be going 12, 13, 14 inches inside me.
“Are you able to grow your cock?” I ask, trying to sound coherent between panting howls.
“My penis needs to touch your egg and once it does my sperm will consume it, healing you and your child but also creating the duplicate.”
Nothing has ever sounded sexier to me in my life.
“Please release your cum into me and consume me, Miller,” I beg. I feel my hot cunt pulsate around his throbbing hard on—my orgasm making me dig my fingers into his green shoulders.
“I’m going to release right now, Tally,” he moans. “It’s going to be so warm but you need to embrace it.” I don’t have time to think about it, but then I realize his cum gives me the same feeling as the green juice. Could it be the same fluid? I feel a minty, refreshing zest ensnare the inside of me. Nothing could be more cleansing.
THE END
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Laid, Lust & Lies
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I haven’t been home in four years. And that’s all their fault. Wyatt and Tyler. The two hottest men I know who have me thinking of my curvy body being sandwiched between hard abs and firm thighs. Those two hot millionaires are my step-brothers and if the idea is already absurd to want to belong to and be possessed by these men, the relationship between us makes it impossible. So I do what I have to and become estranged from my family to keep from crawling on my knees and taking what is not mine.
When our parents die in a horrific car accident, leaving me with no other choice but to go home, I get my best friend to pose as my lesbian girlfriend. To protect me from them. Never would I have guessed that I am not the only one harboring dirty secrets…
*****
“Phoebe, remember the… Oh my fucking God!”
I reacted the only way I could. I slammed the door shut behind me and too late, I realized I should have been on the other side of the door as well. My best friend, my “ride or die” chick, my partner and one of the closest people to me in the world since I was estranged from my family, Phoebe sat at her desk staring at the computer, her hand beneath her desk. It was the look on her face that made me aware of what sh
e was doing, flicking her bean at work. And with the door unlocked no less! Anyone could have walked in and caught her.
I guessed she was too far gone to stop. The top buttons of her blouse were undone, showing her small breasts. They are so small that she didn’t bother to wear a bra most times. She didn’t have one on today either although I chided her regularly that it wasn’t fitting at the workplace for her nipples to be sticking out of her blouse. It was a distraction to our clients but damned if she listened to me. And damned if she was listening to my outburst of disbelief either. I watched her eyes roll over in her head and her face scrunched as she climaxed.
I looked away from her. Shit! Phoebe and I were friends since we met as roommates our freshman year of college. That was six years ago and though we were sharing living space since then, I had never ever happened upon her masturbating before. I wished I could say the same, but she’d walked in on me a couple times, as I worked my pussy with my fingers and dreamed about those two men who continued to haunt me even though they were thousands of miles away from me.
“Damn, Daisy, don’t you ever knock!” Phoebe scolded and I turned to face her again, now that she was done.
“Excuse me but the last thing I expected to find here was you playing with yourself in the middle of the day and at work too. What porn’s so interesting that you couldn’t wait until you got home?”
I walked over to the computer to take a peek. I occasionally watched porn too, mostly double-dip and threesomes for reasons I could never disclose to anyone. Before I could get to the desk, Phoebe had a look of panic on her face as she furiously clicked the mouse to hide what she was watching. Instead of the porn, she had been masturbating to, I saw a picture of me from the time we’d vacationed in The Bahamas. Drat! She’d already closed the page.
“What were you watching?”
“You’re looking at it,” she replied.
I glanced at the computer screen again and saw my picture then gave her my “stop screwing around” look. We were so much alike that, at first, I thought there was no way we were going to hit it off. The similarities were with regards to our personalities though. Phoebe was slenderer than me with gentler curves. She was a redhead and had the temperament to match it with the most beautiful jade green eyes. She was extremely beautiful and fun to hang with.
I was the opposite. I wasn’t exactly fat but my tummy wasn’t as flat as Phoebe’s and there was a little roll when I sat. I was a curvy girl with big boobs, double Ds, wide hips and a generous ass. I felt like I never quite got rid of all the baby fat. Although, I now worked out a lot to keep from gaining any extra weight. I was comfortable with my full figure and men I dated never complained. My platinum blond hair, blue eyes and round “baby face” as my step-brothers used to tease, completed what I thought wasn’t half bad at all.
“Stop fucking around,” I told her. “And for God’s sake, go wash your hands before you touch anything else on your desk.”
“It’s just pussy juice for crying out loud!” she rolled her eyes. “I know for a fact you know what it feels like.”
I refused to blush at her reminding me about catching me masturbating on several occasions. What could I say? I had an extremely high sex drive. I could go all night and still want more the next day. I had a feeling I was never truly satisfied because of my inability to satisfy my craving.
“I came by to let you know Kate wants to meet tomorrow instead of later this evening.”
She groaned. “Why can’t she make up her mind? Good grief, how many times has she postponed the meeting? I bet she doesn’t really want to marry the senator but is doing it for the money.”
“Who cares?” I shrug. “If we plan this wedding, we’ll be paid big time. Don’t give any lip about it.”
“Isn’t that your phone ringing next door?” she asked me. “You may want to get it.”
“You won’t get rid of me that easily,” I responded. “I can answer it from here.”
“Well, I’ll go wash up and you can lecture me then when I return. How about that?”
She got up from her seat and walked toward the door to use the bathroom. I perched my ass on her desk, my short red skirt riding up my thighs as I snagged her phone to answer my extension next door.
“Thanks for calling M & M Design and Events, Daisy speaking.”
“Daisy? It’s Ty.”
I almost dropped the phone. “Ty?”
He didn’t need to identify himself. Even after almost a year of not hearing from him, I could not mistake that baritone. The last time I’d seen him was when he’d popped into the office sometime last year and cussed me out for being the worst daughter on the planet. What was it he had said about me the last time he called me, begging me to drop by for our parents’ anniversary? You’re an ungrateful, hurtful, selfish little bitch. I couldn’t even refute this because it was true.
“I’ve got some bad news, Daisy,” he said and I heard the thick emotion in his voice. “It’s Mom and Dad. They were in a car accident.”
“What?” I cried in surprise. “Well, are they okay?”
“I’m afraid they’re gone.”
“Gone?” I ask in confusion. “What do you mean gone?”
“My father died on impact,” he replied and I realized the emotion I heard in his voice was grief. “Your mother was taken to the hospital where she died soon after.”
“Oh God, Ty, please tell me you’re joking.”
“I wish to God I was,” he responded. Then he bitterly added, “Anyway, I just called to let you know in the event you can find the time out of your busy schedule to pay respect to them now that they’re dead. I know you couldn’t do it when they were alive.”
My mouth fell open as the dial tone sounded in my ear. I was hurt at his words but more so at the thought that both our parents were dead. I would have never thought of it. I couldn’t breathe. I thought of my mother the last time I’d seen her. Ty probably didn’t know but she had visited me a couple months ago. She had told me she knew why I didn’t come home anymore but she had only guessed a part of it. If I’d come clean with her, they probably would have disowned me.
“My God, Daisy. Is everything alright?” Phoebe asked walking back into the office in her stilettos.
“My parents are dead,” I whispered softly then repeated it louder, the words sounding strange to my ears. “My parents are dead.”
The tears started rolling down my face as sobs racked my body. Oh God, I’d never see them again.
“Oh no Daisy. Oh God, you poor thing.”
Phoebe wrapped me in her arms, placing my head on her shoulders. She patted my back and allowed me to bawl my eyes out for the loss of parents I hadn’t seen as often as I should have because of stupid reasons.
*****
Fully packed and ready for my trip home to Birmingham tomorrow, I sat on the suitcase and zipped the sides together. My heart was heavy and I was trying hard not to cry but it was a losing battle. I couldn’t help it. My parents were gone. First, I’d lost my dad to lung cancer when I was only ten and now I’d lost a second father and my mom this time.
It didn’t help that Tyler’s call to me the other day had left me guilt-ridden and full of remorse. I barely got a wink of sleep, racked with self-loathing for the way I’d treated the people who loved me most. At nights, I would stay up and think about how things could have been different. What I could have done to change the outcome of the lies I had told as a means of covering up? I still couldn’t see that I’d had a choice. The truth was far worse than the lies I’d told.
I wheeled the suitcase in the corner for the night and undressed, heading to the bathroom to take a shower. Phoebe was sequestered in her bedroom while I was packing and I walked by her bedroom door to get to the one bathroom in the apartment we shared. I would have never shared a bathroom with another woman but Phoebe was as tidy as I was and we never had any problems when it came to taking turns cleaning.
We didn’t have a tub, only a shower and I
didn’t mind the shocking cold rush of water onto my skin, jolting me. I needed something to bring me back to life. Since I’d learned of the deaths, the closer it got to the funeral, the more numb I got. I would have been home already except there had been clients to call, appointments to fulfill and others to reschedule. That was one of the reasons I had turned down Phoebe’s offer to go with me. Not the real reason but the one I had given her.
I spent about half an hour in the shower before the door burst open, letting out the steam. I snapped the curtain open on one side wiping the water from my eyes so I could face my roommate.
“Close the door, you’re letting all the steam out,” I told her.
“I did it and there’s nothing you can say to make me change my mind,” she replied stubbornly and closed the door.
“What did you do?”
“I just booked my flight for Birmingham with you on Southwest. Turns out they have many seats still available on the flight.”
“You did what?” I exclaimed in disbelief, my mind racing at all the things that could go wrong if she returned with me to Birmingham.
“It’s useless for you to get upset because it’s already done.”
“It can be undone,” I insisted. “They have a one-time cancellation policy for a full refund once you cancel within twenty-four hours of booking.”
“Daisy I’m your best friend,” she stated stubbornly. “I-I...”
I turned off the tap and stepped naked out the shower but glanced at her with a frown as she seemed to not remember what she was about to say.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her. “Did I put on weight?”
“No that’s not it,” she responded then shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Look Daisy, I’m your best friend and I am not going to allow you to go to that funeral all by yourself. You’re going to need a friend and I am going to be that friend.”
