Carmen's Fantasies Ch. 8

Like the gray skies brooding overhead, Carmen was in a sullen mood. But her dark temperament had nothing to do with the weather. Rather, it was the start of a new semester, meaning she had to go back to work. Fall was the busiest season for her, what with her new classes and students, and the paperwork alone was enough to give her a migraine. Worse, she had been too occupied of late to indulge in her favorite hobby. Now, on the first day off from her hectic schedule, she had to attend a baby shower!

“Why did I agree to come?” she grumbled, reaching her destination. It was such a waste of time. She’d have to sit and gab with a bunch of silly females about birth signs and pink booties. Now birth marks and pink panties were something else! Had the ladies been gathering for a sensual lingerie party–but they weren’t. It would be a dull, domestic affair involving punch, not wine, and silly word games instead of raw sex.

This seemed so ironic to Carmen, for women didn’t get pregnant by playing Scrabble and sipping fruit juice. Rather, sex was the key, often laced with taboo acts tinged with violence, and for a baby shower to have real meaning, it should include a week-long orgy!

In this frame of mind, she knocked on the door and soon was sipping punch with several silly women while talking about Libras and booties. Determined to spice up the drab affair, the naughty professor slyly emptied a flask of vodka into the punch bowl. Within minutes, the conversation dramatically improved, ranging from swingers and witches to bus station abortions and alien abductions. Personal tales of terror were traded like favorite recipes, each woman trying hard to outdo the others and claim the story-teller’s crown.

When Carmen’s turn came, the lubricated ladies were ready for a truly shocking expose. But the professor begged off, saying the story she could tell was far too steamy and wicked for their conservative ears. This only increased the collective appetite, of course, and all demanded that she relate the seedy particulars at once. Carmen, after making all promise never to repeat the story to another soul, took a gulp of punch and began.

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“This involved a former student of mine, a woman named Sandy. She was an older student, about my age, who was doing graduate work. Well, there’s nothing odd about that. But you should know that she had two distinct personalities–one, troubled and insecure; the other, rash and bold. But her wild side was dominant, and it was impossible for her to deny it or hold it back. I talked with a friend who’s a psychiatrist about this and learned that it’s a terribly difficult problem to treat, for the person involved often appears possessed, and the change in personality can’t be explained by science alone.

“Anyway, it was on a gloomy Tuesday evening when Sandy appeared at my office. I was staying late grading papers, and I could see that she was disturbed and upset. Moreover, her hair and clothes were filthy, and her face was scratched and bruised as if she had been in a barroom scuffle. Naturally, I invited her in and locked the door for privacy’s sake. I kept a little brandy in my drawer for medicinal purposes, and I encouraged her to drink some in order to settle her nerves. When she grew calm enough to talk, I urged her to bare her soul, and the fantastic story she began to relate–perhaps I should stop here before I offend anyone.”

The ladies insisted that Carmen go on.

“All right. But at least I’ve warned you. Well, in order to picture Sandy in your minds, let me briefly describe her. She had thick red hair and very fair skin, and her figure was quite voluptuous. Hips today are out of fashion, but Sandy was a throwback to earlier times, and she had the bust to match. Her breasts were natural D-cups, and her nips were so large that they often showed through the little tops and flimsy dresses she wore. Her legs weren’t bad, though they’d never stride down a runway, and she was sensitive about her big calves and fat ankles. Though she’d never grace the cover on a magazine, her full lips and large eyes gave her a pleasant aspect, but her insecurity and poor self-esteem often made her feel ugly.

“Now when she first entered my office, her ‘good girl’ side was in control, but after consuming a little brandy, her darker half began to emerge. She was wearing a tight pink sweater and a black skirt much too short for her, and she went from sitting up straight with her legs pressed together to slumping back on the sofa and appearing…well, rather loose. I immediately noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties, but given our hot climate, that’s simply bowing to common sense and the local fashion.

‘Something incredible happened to me today,’ she began, lighting a joint. ‘So incredible, you probably won’t believe it. So I’ll come right out and tell you that I was abducted by aliens.’

I just stared at her.

‘It happened while I was in the park,’ she went on. ‘I heard this whirring noise overhead and saw a flying saucer following me. It scared the living shit out of me, of course, so I started to run. But before I knew it, I was yanked off my feet by some kind of powerful ray that pulled me into the sky. The next thing I knew I was lying naked on a metal table with a lot of little green guys staring down at me. My arms and legs were tied so I couldn’t move, but I was able to understand what they said.’

“What did they tell you?” I asked.

‘That I shouldn’t be frightened, because they were only conducting an experiment, and that they needed me to complete it.’

“Did they tell you what kind of experiment?”

‘It was pretty obvious since they had me spread-eagled! I thought they were going to gangbang me, but instead they inserted some tubes in my pussy and watched lots of numbers flash on a screen. I guess it was a kind of X-ray device, and they wanted a peek at my private parts.’

“What did these creatures look like?”

‘Well, they were basically small green humans with really big heads and eyes. Their skin looked like greasy rubber, and their mouths were tiny and didn’t move when they talked. They spoke to each in a language that I couldn’t understand, but to me they spoke in English with something of a French accent.’

“Go on. What happened next?”

‘Well, after scanning me, they said I was a nearly perfect specimen, but that they’d have to tweak my glands a bit in order to maximize the performance of my sexual machinery. They inserted more long tubes up my snatch, and I immediately started feeling really strange! It was like an army of fire ants was making war in my belly while a swarm of African bees were stinging my tits!’

“It must have been terribly painful!”

‘Not really. Actually, it felt pretty good, except I usually don’t come on space ships with a bunch of aliens watching!’

“So you had an orgasm?”

‘Oh, yeah! I came so hard I nearly flew off the table! The aliens liked that because it meant their ‘tweaking’ had gone just fine. Then they instructed me to trust my conscience and let nature take its course.’

“What did they mean by that? Was the experiment over?”

‘Shit, no! It had just begun! You see, the point of the whole thing was to knock me up!’

“So was it then that the aliens had sex with you?”

‘They had only pulled me up to their ship to prepare me. The guys who would be doing the job were back on earth. Can I have more brandy? I’m really thirsty.’

“Drink all you like. Now tell me about these ‘guys.'”

‘Well, everything happened real fast, for I found myself floating over a backyard with several big barking hounds. As I hit the ground, the dogs went after me like I was some juicy steak, but before they did any damage, a lady came out of the house and called them off. She asked me what the fuck I was doing in her yard, but before I could explain, she grabbed me by my hair and dragged me inside where a bunch of naked people were getting naughty in the living room.’

“So you found yourself at a swing party?”

‘They weren’t there to make quilts! There were dildos and joy toys all over the place, and they were filming themselves in action. Well, the lady who owned the house accused me of spying for the Baptists and the police and the FBI and said she was going to teach me a lesson I’d never forget. So she stripped me naked and made me kneel on the floor and suck all the guys while she took pictures. Then she ordered the men to gangbang me three at a time and–‘

“Forgive me for interrupting, but did you put up a struggle?”

‘If you’re asking me if it was rape, well, it was, and it wasn’t. I mean, I didn’t go there to make a porn movie with strangers–though the aliens obviously intended for that to happen. But the fact is, the dicks felt pretty good in my holes, and I have to admit that I smiled for the cameras and even aided in the thrusting. Well, before long, my crotch was dripping long strands of gooey cum, and I figured the guys were all played out. But I forgot about the boys in the backyard!’

“You mean, you now were forced to…service the dogs?”

‘All four of them. I guess it was their owner’s way of making sure her lesson stuck. Besides, she wanted plenty of sick shit to blackmail me with to keep me from running to the cops. That’s why she made sure my face was on camera when I started sucking and fucking her dogs. Most of them had bigger dicks than the men, and they came a lot more often, too! Shit, I’d barely swallow one load before another began spurting in my face! And the dumps I took in my pussy and ass seemed never ending!’

“You don’t sound bitter about this.”

‘Why should I be? I mean, it wasn’t the first time I had pleasured some big hairy brutes, and these guys were cute. Besides, a dick is just a dick, right? And they’re all made for the same purpose, and with dogs, there’s usually no worry about getting knocked up. But since the aliens had played with my sexual glands, I began to wonder if I were now fertile ground for non-human seed, and if they planned for me to deliver a litter.’