
by Donna Lamb
"Umf. Umf. Umf-fumf-fumf!Umf!" Nelson spent himself into the lovely young thing he had picked up in a downtown bar. She had the tightest, sweetest cunt he had ever fucked.
"Are you finished?" she asked sweetly.
"Ah, yeah," he said. He started to roll off her, she was just a little bit of a thing and he didn't want to hurt her. He had assumed that she was a prostitute but they had never actually mentioned money.
"No, don't move," she said, pulling his face down to kiss him. "Let's just lie here a moment." Her soft, naked titties pressed against his chest. She kissed him again.
"Um," he said, feeling sleepy. Maybe she wasn't a pro. "You didn't come yet?" he asked, embarrassed that he hadn't considered that.
"I will," she assured him.
"I don't know," he said. "At my age, I'm doing good to manage once a night."
"No, see? You're still hard."
He blinked, considering. Yes, he could still feel stiffness down there, his dick still nestled in her tight, soft cunt. She must have flexed some internal muscle just then and he moaned.
"That's good," she said.
In a moment, he felt ready. "Humf, umf, umf, fumf. Um-ah, Umf! Umf! Umf!" The pleasure seemed even more intense this time as he came, spurting his essence inside her.
"Oh yes," she whispered, kissing him again.
He felt dizzy from his orgasm. At his age, two in one night might not be such a good idea. Again, he started to roll off her.
"No," she said, her voice pleading. "I still haven't comed and you're still hard."
Comed? He wondered at her odd phrasing and wondered even more that she seemed to be right--yes, he was still hard. She hugged him to her and he felt desire still burning inside him. She certainly had large breasts for such a tiny woman, why hadn't he noticed that before?
"Hum, hum, huff, huff. Umf, umf, umf! Um-ah-ah-ah!"
"So good, oh, you are such good lover," she told him. But she wouldn't let him go yet. "You are still inside me, still ready for love me so good," she crooned.
"Ah, ah, ah! Oh. Oh, hum. Humf, humf, humf! Hum, hum, humf! Hum-ah-humf!"
Again he emptied himself into her. He'd never experienced so complete an orgasm, it seemed as if he'd shot some of his insides out. He groaned. It had felt good but that had almost been painful.
"I won't let you go, lover," she whispered. And her pussy seemed to have him in a grip down there; he felt himself being squeezed back to functioning. He rested his head now on her big soft pillowy breasts while his dick trembled and thrust, seeking to go ever deeper into her love. Had her belly bulged like this when he lay down with her?
"Love me," she told him.
"Um, um, ah. Um, umf, umf, humf, humf, ah! Ah!"
That one did hurt even though it felt better than anything ever had. But she held him and soothed him, like a mother with a child. Her belly bulged under him almost like that of a pregnant woman. Was she pregnant? How had he not noticed that? He tried to get his mouth on one of her nipples but he couldn't quite reach.
"Love me again," she said. "Love me till there's nothing left of you."
"Ahhhh!" He screamed with pain and pleasure as he came again and again, his life substance spurting up inside of her making her belly swell even more.
"Ah, ah! Ahhhh!" Now she screamed finally with her orgasm as she sucked the last of him up inside her. She lay there writhing in ecstasy for a bit, adjusting internally now to her pregnancy.
After a bit, she raised herself up, reaching around her swollen belly to clear away what remained of her lover, mostly just hide and hair and bone. She had grown, no longer a tiny, slender girl, she now appeared to be a tall, robust pregnant woman with wide hips and large heavy breasts.
She showered then disposed of Nelson's remains in the garbage. The real Nelson was now inside her, her child to be born anew in a few weeks with new alien DNA replacing much of his human origin. He wouldn't remember much of his previous life but would grow up quickly, maturing into a new pitcher plant woman in only a few years.
She dressed and went outside into the morning garden, enjoying the yellow sun. The alien who looked like a pregnant Earth woman patted her swollen middle, affectionately. "You good lover, you good baby, now," she said, chuckling. Her verbal skills were a bit underdeveloped but no one seemed to notice much, usually. "Earth is good place for our kind," she told the baby in her tummy. "I'm glad we comed here."


Very good, Donna
Well written with a clever twist. Of course, depending on how you define "fly," she might also be considered a Venus fly trap, or if the scene had been al fresco, perhaps a "Sun do." ;-)
Amelia
Picture Plant
It was the photo I found that decided her genus. :grin: So ambiguously phallic! Glad you enjoyed it.
Donna Lamb, flack
Donna Lamb, flack
A little different twist
A different twist on the alien coming to Earth to explore and colonize.
Well written with few or no mistakes to distract from the reading.
Thanks
When I reread just now, I caught a typo and two grammar errors. :rolleyes: I fixed 'em.
Glad you enjoyed it.
Donna Lamb, flack
Donna Lamb, flack
Well done
Dear Donna,
Here is ANOTHER example of a male allowing his little head to do all the thinking for him.
Good sex, great fun, super idea, nice pitchers ... I mean pictures, and well written.
Thanks.
with love,
Hope
It's almost too easy...
...isn't it? Men! :grin: Always willing victims for alien chicks with hoover attachments. :lol:
Donna Lamb, flack
Donna Lamb, flack
Jeese, where can I get one of these?
That's one way to get your rocks off. He clearly forgot about the concept of safe sex.
I knew consuming too much vegitables -- or is it being consumed by a vegitable -- was bad for you.
I'll never look at a loofa the same way again. Are your sure the alien wasn't an egg plant? Don't even talk about the pumpkin -- the deadly Arkansas variant.
Did Night of the Triffids warp you as a child?
Where do you get these ideas, Donna? Can I steal them?
John in Wauwatosa
But you're not a scientist. Surely you believe in all this superstitious nonsense. (MAD Magazine)
Could be worse, could be raining. (Young Frankenstein)
But you're not a scientist. Surely you believe in all this superstitious nonsense. (MAD Magazine) Could be worse, could be raining. (Young Frankenstein)
Can't make pickle chips without slicing a few cucumbers
Ideas like this come from one thing an evil imagination.
An evil imagination and a wide habit of reading.
Ideas like this come from two things--an evil imagination
And a wide habit of reading and a fanatical devotion to Monty Python.
Among the many sources of ideas like this...
:grin:
Donna Lamb, flack
Donna Lamb, flack
On further thought...
Would you really want to be part of an army of slightly sub-normal pitcher women bent (so to speak) on conquering the nations of the Earth one flagpole at a time?
Oh, and speaking of safe sex, doesn't that plant above look like the devil's used condom?
Donna Lamb, flack
Donna Lamb, flack
Donna
You've done it again Donna! This is great little story.
Hugs!
grover
Plan? Ain't got no Plan!
"Beyond Thunder Dome"
Plan? Ain't got no Plan!
"Beyond Thunder Dome"
Thanks, Grover
Glad you enjoyed it.
Donna Lamb, flack
Donna Lamb, flack
Short and sweet
A very cute and efficient story that really taps into one of those primal male fears regarding females and their once very mysterious anatomy. I enjoyed it and had a good chuckle. Not sure that you or anyone cares, but I think your picture is of the "Pitcher Plant"; Nepenthes sanguinea. The family name Nepenthes derives from the Greek meaning the removal of sorrow and grief, but perhaps now should be expanded to include some other things? :)
Picture Plant
Yup. It's a public domain photo from Wikipedia. :grin: So's the pregnant lady.
I'm glad you laughed at it, thanks.
Donna Lamb, flack
Donna Lamb, flack