Throughout her story, Lisa still had the head of her dick-clit up inside of John’s seminal vesicle, and her cervix wrapped snugly around the shaft of his dick.
“Well, that other guy went through pretty much the same thing that you just did–except that I pulled my little vibrating penis out of his piss-hole just in time, so that I didn’t drain him dry, and squirt a fertilized egg deep inside his dick, like I just did with you.
“But he still didn’t enjoy the experience of having me invade his penis like that. He never wanted to have intercourse with me again. And I can’t say that I blame him. I don’t know many men who would actually want what amounts to a ‘human catheter’ inserted deep down inside their dicks.
“Anyway, call it woman’s intuition, if you will, but I had the sneaky feeling that I was actually going to impregnate the next guy that I had sex with. And of course, this would be a very bad thing, from his point-of-view. I instinctively sensed that my egg would end up swimming down and implanting itself onto one of his testicles.
“Once again, you can call this woman’s intuition, if you wish, but ever since my abduction, I’ve had this very reverent feeling towards men’s balls. It’s probably close to the same kind of feelings that you must have regarding a normal woman’s uterus.
“I even found myself occasionally dreaming about different men’s balls. And although these dreams always involved different men, the dream itself was always the same.
“I find myself completely nude, standing on a secluded stretch of beach. A man appears from somewhere, and approaches me. He takes off his pants, and stands right in front of me, while he proudly shows me his dick. But it’s not a human dick at all. It’s the kind of dick that you’d find on a large animal. Like on a lion, for instance.
“The man’s balls look completely normal. But his dick is totally covered with a thick, furry foreskin–except for a little bright-red, pointy-thing sticking out of a hole at the very tip. The man tells me that he wants me to touch it. And I reach across, and feel the tip of it with my fingers.
“Then I pull down the loose, furry sheath that hides his slick, red animal-penis. And I start playing with his weird-looking dick. And of course, the man gets a hard-on. So naturally, it doesn’t take very long before I’m moving my hand up and down on his slimy animal-dick, and jacking him off.
“While I’m doing that, the man’s animal-dick magically transforms itself into a normal-looking human-penis, right in my hand. And I just keep jacking the guy off, until I finally make him cum.
“The man’s sperm starts squirting out all over the place. And there’s so much sperm that it looks really freaky. It’s like the guy’s dick has turned into a sperm-fountain that’s totally out-of-control. And he can’t stop it–even if he wanted to. Which or course, he doesn’t. But eventually the sperm does stop flowing out of the guy’s dick. And afterwards, the man actually thanks me for making him cum so good.
“That’s when I notice that one of the man’s balls is quickly growing bigger and bigger, right in front of my eyes, until it’s finally the size of a basketball. And it’s gently swaying back and forth, down between his legs. I reach down and put my hand on it, to stop it from swinging. And that’s when I feel something moving around inside of it.
“The next thing I know, I’m in a hospital emergency room. And the guy’s testicle bursts wide-open. And a blood-covered, newborn baby emerges from it, and takes its first breath. Meanwhile, the doctors and nurses are going crazy trying to keep the poor guy from bleeding to death, while I’m cradling the newborn baby in a towel in my arms.
“And then the baby says to me in a tiny voice, ‘Mama?’ And that’s when I always wake up to discover that my pussy’s nice and wet, and that my dick-clit is hanging all the way out of my pussy.
“I can only assume that those little alien bastards somehow ingrained that particular erotic dream-scenario into my subconscious mind, so that I would fantasize about it over and over again in my sleep, and in that way, become more comfortable with the idea of impregnating a man with my egg.”
John’s heart was racing, and he felt pretty nauseous as he was listening to Lisa describe her alien-induced dream. His face was the face of a man being told by his doctor that he only has nine months left to live. And in John’s case, at least six of those nine months would probably be nothing less than a living hell.
“So anyway, this time around,” Lisa continued, “I was much more careful in choosing my ‘target.’ I wanted to find a real jerk. Someone who regularly used women, and then discarded them, like they were a piece of trash. Someone who had a heart of ice, and needed a good lesson on the subject of ’empathy.’
“I asked around. And some of my girlfriends told me that there was this rich ass-hole who frequented Fred’s bar, and that this guy was infamous for breaking women’s hearts. I asked them how I’d know who this guy was, when I finally saw him. And they told me his name was ‘John,’ before they gave me a thorough description of him.
“They also warned me not to get involved with him. But what they didn’t know, was that this time around, the woman was going to break John’s heart, for a change.
“So I went to Fred’s bar. And I was looking for an overweight bald guy, with a very hairy body and a diamond-encrusted Rolex watch around his left wrist.
“When you first told me your name, you unintentionally verified that you were the ‘John’ that I was looking for–pun intended–and so I proceeded to pick you up. And the rest is history, so-to-speak,” Lisa said, and then calmly reached over with her right hand, grabbed the pull-chain on the little lamp next to her bed, and gave it a quick yank to light up the bedroom once again.
“Now, I want you to slowly pull your dick out of my pussy,” said Lisa. “Go ahead. The least I can do is let you see what you’ve been fucked by. Let you see the alien-made, female penis that has just gotten you pregnant.”
John eased his penis out of Lisa’s uterus and vagina, while he was staring down between his legs the whole time. He shuddered when he caught his first glimpse of that dark reddish-colored, vein-ridden, super-muscular tube that was slowly inching its way back up out of his urethra, like some weird earthworm-catheter from hell.
He let out a fierce growl, as he grabbed hold of Lisa’s dick-clit with his hands, and tried to yank on it hard.
But her dick-clit was drenched with a coating of slick, sexual juices. And so it easily slid right through John’s fingers, as Lisa quickly retracted it back up into the safety of her uterus.
“Oh, come off it, John! You were tryin’ to hurt me. Weren’t you? You bastard!” Lisa was really pissed-off now.
“Look who’s talking! I’m the one who’s probably gonna die, thanks to you,” John said bitterly. “I was only trying to turn you back into a real woman again. That’s all. But no,” he added, slowly shaking his head, “You can’t ever be a real woman again. Can you, Lisa? ‘Cuz you’re just a pathetic freak, with a weird-ass noodle-dick. And I feel sorry for you. But I feel more sorry for the poor schmuck who ends up in your bed next month. This is for him!”
John hauled off and slapped Lisa’s face as hard as he could. The side of her head slammed downward against her pillow, and her cheek now had a red hand-print emblazoned on it. And she actually lost consciousness for a few moments.
While Lisa was still lying there unconscious, John quickly reached out with both hands, grabbed the large puffed-out nipples on Lisa’s small breasts, and squeezed them as hard as he could between his thumbs and fingers, before pulling upward on them, and trying to literally tear them right off her chest.
Lisa finally came to, and started screaming in sheer agony. She shot her hand down into John’s crotch, grabbed hold of his balls, and squeezed them as hard as she possibly could.
John immediately let go of Lisa’s nipples, as he let out a very loud groan, and just about puked all over her. His face was all grimaced up with pain, when Lisa finally let go of his balls, and then slapped him in the face very hard, just like he had done to her.
John never saw the slap coming. But he sure as hell felt it. He rolled over on his side, instinctively holding both hands over his crotch. And he slowly kept on rolling, until he fell off the edge of the bed, and landed on the floor with a sickening thud.
Lisa was still lying on the bed, and rubbing the palms of her hands against her sore nipples–John had actually dug his thumbnail deep into her left nipple, and it was starting to bleed pretty badly–when she heard John throwing up all over the carpet, right next to her boots and pants.
Lisa was so grossed out by the sound and the stench of John’s vomiting, that she almost started to puke right along with him. But she somehow managed to keep her food and liquor down in her stomach.
John eventually worked his way back up onto his feet. And he just stood there by the side of the bed, in a stooped-over position, butt-naked, with little pieces of vomit starting to dry on his upper lip and chin. He glared at Lisa like some crazed lunatic.
“What’re you gonna do now, ass-hole? Murder me? Well, go right ahead, you fucking jerk!” Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs. The tears began pouring down both sides of her face. And her voice was very shaky, as she said, “You’d only be doing me a big favor. My life has been a living hell, since that God damn alien abduction shit! But even if you do get rid of me, you’ve still got a big problem of your own to deal with, Johnny Boy. And I’m definitely glad that I’m not in your shoes right now!”
* * * * *
“Get your shoes on, Honey. It’s time!” a voice yelled out from nowhere.
“Huh?…What?” John said, as he slowly opened his eyes, and saw a single long-stem red rose lying on top of the night stand, right next to his side of the bed, in his own bedroom.
“The hospital, silly. Lisa’s water broke. And her contractions are less than five minutes apart right now. Well, come on, sleepyhead. Get up out of that bed, and let’s go!”
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