Alien Porn Tourism
Copyright© 2025 by mypenname3000
Chapter 17: Fixing the Sorority Sluts’ Pipes
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 17: Fixing the Sorority Sluts’ Pipes - An alien comes to earth expecting life to be like our porn. When it's not, he uses his AI to reshape people to play the parts in live-action smut!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Science Fiction Aliens Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts
Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.
T. Ropex
I followed the plumber and the sorority slut up the stairs.
Charisma had a sway to her butt-cheeks that was very enticing. She was a natural slut now. It was good that the AI was making the women of this world act the way they portray themselves in their life re-creations.
Lying should be punished. If these films were not accurate to human society, why did they make them?
The plumber marched out of the house toward his van. He was dressed in a white tank top and jeans, a belt of tools around his waist. They jangled as he walked with a swagger. Charisma darted to catch up to him, still naked.
I was eager to find out what would happen at the sorority. Those were places full of pillow fights and lesbian inductions and whores that would order pizza and take turns seeing who could swallow the most amount of the man’s dick.
“You can sit up front,” the plumber said, unlocking the passenger door. He opened it for her.
She grinned at him and hopped up into the driver’s seat, her naked ass flashing. He headed to the back of the van, opening up the doors. I followed him inside as he took off his belt. He then squeezed between the chairs and sat down in the driver’s seat.
“Shame you gotta drive us,” said Charisma, her hand reaching out to rub at the plumber’s crotch. “I would love to ride your dick on the way over.”
“I’d lover that, too,” said the plumber, “but the shit don’t drive itself.” What a pity.
“Self-driving vehicles are becoming a thing. It would not be too much of a deviation to change his van.”
“Do it,” I said, eager.
Charisma Tyson
The plumber pulled out from my friend’s house. I bet she was having a hot time in there with her hot-ass Mom. I was so glad the water went out at the sorority and I came over here to take a shower. I licked my lips, rubbing at his dick through his jeans.
He drove from the house as...
“What are you waiting on,” said the plumber, his hands off the steering wheel. “Get your cunt on my dick. Never used this self-driving mode, but why not now.”
“I didn’t know vans had that,” I said in surprise. “I thought just Teslas had them.”
“Nope,” he said, the van driving itself.
“Well, alright,” I said and unzipped his fly.
I shuddered in delight as I reached inside and found that massive cock. My pussy clenched as I pulled him out. The plumber was fucking hung. He was a god among men. I smiled at him and stroked up and down him.
“I sucked a guy off while he drove, but never rode a driver’s dick,” I moaned and crawled out of my seat and into his. “This is hot.”
“Yes, it is,” he said.
I straddled him, so wet. He couldn’t see the road, but that didn’t matter. I pressed his cock into my pussy. I savored the tip of his cock nuzzling against my cunt. This was a rod that had to be savored. Worshiped by the best pussy in the world.
I sank down his cock slowly. He groaned as I did that. I worked inch after inch of my cunt down his big dick. I shuddered at the thickness of his cock in me. I wanted to go slowly, but we hit a bump. I squealed as I plunged down him, taking the rest of him.
“Holy fucking shit,” I moaned. “Holy fucking shit, you’re so fucking hung!”
“I know,” he growled as I squeezed my cunt down on him. “Mmm, you like that? You like having all my big dick in your cunt?”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned. “I—”
The van beeped angrily at us. I gasped and looked behind me to see the navigation screen was flashing, “Driver not monitoring.” A countdown had started.
“Shit,” he said and grabbed the steering wheel. He turned it once. “You have to be looking at the road, or it will pull over and cancel self-drive. You’ll even get banned from using it for a week if you get too many warnings.”
“Oh, wow,” I said, my pussy gripping his cock. “Um, what should we do?”
“Turn around,” he said. “It won’t care which of us looking forward, just so long as the camera sees a face staring at the road.”
“Right,” I moaned and turned on his cock.
I slid up him, struggling to keep his dick in me and turn in place, but it wasn’t possible. His cock popped out of my snatch. He groaned as I turned around and faced the road. I smiled at whatever sensor was staring at us. The van was approaching a light.
“Now just slide that fine cunt back down my dick, slut,” growled the plumber.
“Yes,” I purred and gripped his cock.
I pressed him up into my pussy. I loved sliding him up and down my cunt. I savored the feel of him against me. I pushed my twat down him. I swallowed him with all that I had. It was just an incredible moment to do that.
I whimpered as I sank down his rod. I took more and more of his cock. He stretched me out. He was rubbing at different parts of my pussy in delicious ways. I shuddered as I bottomed out on him. I smiled in delight, the van turning, the steering wheel moving on its own.
I slid my cunt up his cock. I squeezed my cunt around him and slid up him. He growled as I did that. It felt so good to have him in my pussy. I rose and rose up him. I reached the pinnacle of his cock and plunged my cunt back down him.
I squealed in delight as I bottomed out on him. He reached so fucking deep into me.
“I love this!” I moaned as I rode him.
“I can tell,” he said. “Damn, that pussy is tight and wet. Fucking sorority sisters.”
“We’re a bunch of sluts at Sigma Lambda Tau,” I moaned.
“That’s why you have it tattooed across your tits?” he asked.
I glanced down at my bouncing titties. They were big and fake with “Party Slut” tattooed across them. I squeezed my cunt down his cock and moaned, “Yep!”
He chuckled which turned into a groan of delight as my excellent pussy worked up and down him. I rode him with passion. I fucked him with all that I had. It was so good to ride him like a cowgirl. I moaned as I did that.
I gasped out with such delight, my pink hair flying. “Ooh, ooh, ooh,” I moaned. “That’s it. Such a big-dick plumber!”
“Need a big tool to work on slut’s tight pipes,” he growled.
“That’s right. Little tools just don’t get the job done!”
I rode him fast and hard. My pussy gripped his cock. The need to cum swelled in me. It was so good to have that silky friction burning in my cunt. I massaged his cock with my hot flesh as I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum.
I would just detonate on him. I would have a huge climax. I could not wait to spasm around his dick. My pink hair flew as I rode him. I gripped his dick, hurtling toward that moment when I would cum so hard on him.
“You like that?” I groaned. “Yeah, you do. You love having a Sigma Lambda Tau girl riding your big dick!”
“That I do,” he grunted. “Ride me faster. We’re getting near to the college.”
“Yes!” I hissed, working my pussy up and down his big dick. I loved that wonderful rod in me. “Ooh, my sorority sisters are going to freak out when they see this big tool.”
I rode him faster and faster. It felt so good to slide up and down him. My pussy melted around his cock. I just wanted to have all his spunk flooding me. I craved to have him dumping all his jizz into me. I was so close to cumming.
His hands massaged my tits. He squeezed my big, fake titties. I loved his fingers digging into my implants. He grunted as I worked up and down him. I rushed toward that wonderful moment when I would writhe on his cock.
“Oh, get ready,” I moaned, his fingers digging into my tits. “You just get fucking ready!”
“I am,” he growled, his fingers sliding up my tits to my nipples. He pinched them. “Cum like a slut, sorority girl!”
“Yes!” I squealed as sparks burst from my nubs and shot down to my pussy.
I plunged down his cock and squealed out in rapture. My cunt writhed around his dick. I spasmed about him. I suckled at him with my hungry flesh. I groaned, my head tossing back and forth as the pleasure rushed through me.
“Cum in me!” I gasped. “Oh, oh, cum in me!”
He pinched my nipples as my cunt writhed around his dick. My head tossed back and forth. The auto-drive beeped angrily at me. I wasn’t paying enough attention. I didn’t care. Waves of ecstasy washed through my body.
“Fuck!” growled the plumber.
His cum erupted into my pussy.
“Fucking yes!” I squealed as the alarms blared then the van pulled to the side of the road.
I didn’t care. My snatch spasmed about his spurting dick. He pumped my cunt full of his jizz. I hoped he knocked me up. I wanted to have his baby. A girl that I could raise to be a slut, too. I shuddered, my pussy suckling at his mighty cock.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he grunted.
I savored every spurt of his cock flooding my cunt with his jizz. He pumped me full of so much spunk. It was incredible to have all that jizz in me. I shuddered here, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt so good right now.
He erupted one last load of cum into my pussy. I groaned, my orgasm rippling through me. More rapture washed through my body as my cunt spasmed about his dick. I shuddered, his fingers twisting my nipples as he panted.
“Oh, yes,” I groaned, feeling so good. “That’s just what I need.”
“Full of cock and cum just the way a Sigma Lambda Tau girl should be?” he asked.
“Yep,” I said.
T. Ropex
I smiled at that. It was interesting, but the sorority was coming up, and there would be other girls there. I wondered if I should go ahead and make sure things were working out there the way they should be at a sorority.
“Teleporting you,” the AI said.
The air rippled and I appeared in the sorority. A girl was coming downstairs. She was dressed so plainly. She had red hair that flowed behind her. In her hand, she held a large book with gold lettering on the front.
“The Holy Bible,” I said, reading the letters. “What is that?”
“The holy book of the largest human religion,” said the AI.
“It clearly doesn’t teach them to be sluts,” I said.
“No.”
Arlene Brentwood
I held my bible to my chest as I came down the stairs of the Gamma Kappa Gamma Sorority. I was not happy that I couldn’t take a shower before my bible study and prayer group. I reached the bottom of the stairs, ignoring the nondescript man watching me.
I headed for the front door when Vivian shouted, “What the heck? Why isn’t there any water?” “It’s out!” I called.
Vivian peered out of the kitchen. She was a Black girl who shaved her head. She wore a baggy shirt and jeans. She was holding a mixing bowl in her hand, staring down at the contents and back up at me with concern.
“Bottle water?” I suggested.
“But how can we not have any water?” asked Vivian.
“We just don’t,” I said. “It broke or something.”
“There’s a plumber coming,” said Sandra as she came down the stairs. She was the president of the sorority, a blonde girl with a pretty face. She wore a knit sweater that went down to her mid-thighs and jeans beneath it. “I called the school. They promised by tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” asked Vivian. “Ugh, that’s sucks. How are we supposed to have our wet T-shirt contest tonight if we can’t use the hoses?”
I blinked at what she said when I ... I...
I stared down. I wasn’t holding a bible. I was holding flyers. Flyers for the Sigma Lambda Tau’s Wet T-Shirt Contest. “All boobs are invited. Just wear a tight, white T-shirt and let us soak you down. Winner gets first pick of the guys to fuck her.”
That can’t be right! a voice screamed in my mind. Daddy would kill me.
Well, Daddy would kill me. He was a fuddy-duddy preacher. I was at college having a great time. It was why I had, “Whore for Cum” tattooed on my pubic mound. I loved cum so much.
“What if we got squirt guns?” I suggested. I had a tight, white T-shirt stretched over my big, fake titties. I had whored myself for a week to the college professors to get the money for them.
My Freshman rush had been wild. So eye-opening.
“Will they soak the T-shirts fast enough?” asked Vivian. She wore a white T-shirt, too, her ebony tits almost bleeding through the material without water. Her bleached-blonde hair fell around her shoulders in thick curls.
“I don’t know,” Sandra said. The blonde’s huge titties obscenely stretched out her T-shirt. She had on a pink thong and nothing else. I wore a purple one while Vivian had on a white one that stood out against her dark skin. “Maybe buckets?”
“How do we fill them?” I asked. “I mean, that’s the problem. Sure, buckets would make it fast, but...”
“How do we fill a bunch of squirt guns?” Vivian pointed out.
I sighed then brightened up. “What if we just borrow from the frat boys? I bet they can figure out how to get a hose to reach from their yard, across the road, to hours.”
“They’ll want payment,” Vivian purred, her nipples poking hard.
“Darn,” I said. “Well, when Sigma Lambda Tau girls are down on their luck and on their knees, there’s always a big cock ready to save the day!”
“That’s right,” Sandra said. “Let’s—”
The front door of the sorority opened and Charisma strode in naked, cum dripping down her thighs. “I am back! And I found a plumber!”
“You fucking lifesaver!” I groaned as a brawny man in a tank top that molded to his sculpted pecs and rippling abs entered. “Oh, my god, you are a fucking lifesaver. He’s gorgeous. He’s so big and brawny and ... and...”
“Calm down, girl,” said Sandra. “Don’t soak your thong.”
“Too late,” I groaned.
What is wrong with me? Why am I like this?
I pushed that voice down. I was like this because it was so much fun to be a slut.
“My, my,” said the plumber. “Three sorority sisters in white T-shirts and thongs. What were you girls getting up to.”
“Wet T-shirt contest,” I moaned.
“But we’re out of water, so we don’t have any way to find out who has the best tits,” Vivian purred, sauntering forward.
“Easy enough,” said the plumber. “You got a large bathroom.”
“Our group shower!” said Sandra. “It’s where we initiate the new girls. Hose them down. Make them eat our pussies. Have shower orgies on Saturday morning when we’re all hung over from the Friday parties.”
“Saturday afternoon shower orgies,” I corrected and took the plumber’s arm. “This way. Is that where the water is broken? The shower?”
He just grinned at me. “You’ll see.”
I shuddered in eagerness as I led him down the hallway and into the large shower room. It had five nozzles that we often shared with two or three girls all washing each other and rubbing together. Most of the sorority wasn’t here.
A pity.
“This will do,” the plumber said and pulled off his tank top.
I groaned at how gorgeous he was. Hairy chest with rippling pecs. Six-pack abs. He was so defined. I knelt with Sandra on my left and Vivian on my right. We pressed together as Charisma was watching from the side, a smug look on her face.
The boring man stood on the other side of the room.
He unzipped his pants next. My pussy clenched. I was so wet right now. Just so eager for him to whip it out. I wanted him to shower us in his piss. That would be so hot. He could just spray us down with his urine.
My nipples were so hard. They tingled as I licked my lips, watching him shove off his pants. His cock bulged his boxers. He looked so big. So thick. Charisma wore that smile for a reason. She was satisfied by his big dick.
He shoved those off next. His cock bobbed before him. It was such a glorious cock. I licked my lips, groaning. I wanted to open my mouth wide and swallow him, but I held back. My heart pounded in my chest with my desire for his rod.
He gripped his cock and said, “This is how you have a wet T-shirt contest without any water.” He pissed on my tits.
I gasped as the warm urine soaked the fabric of my T-shirt. The wet cloth molded to my boobs as the piss ran between my breasts. I gasped, my nipples hard and aching. The stream landed on them, sending tingles shooting through me.
My pussy clenched as the urine poured down my stomach to soak my panties. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I stared up at the stud as he soaked my boobs in his piss. He treated me like I was just a whore.
It’s not right to degrade women!
Stupid voice, it was wonderful to degrade women. We were born to be degraded. To be used by men. We were all just helpless sluts for big dicks.
“My turn!” moaned Vanessa.
“No, no, piss on my tits!” groaned Sandra.
The plumber grinned and shifted his aim.
Phil Meyers
I switched to the Black girl’s big knockers. She moaned as my yellow piss soaked her white T-shirt. The fabric went transparent at once, her ebony flesh melting through the fabric. Her nipples poked out hard at me. They were such gorgeous things.
I soaked over her breasts, loving the redhead in the middle quivering there, her boobs bleeding through her top. They were nice and big, clearly fakes. Not the Black girl. She had natural ones. They were soft in just the right way.
“And for you,” I growled and whipped my cock to the blonde slut.
My urine splashed the redhead in the mouth. She groaned as she tasted my piss before I was hosing down the last whore. I was a plumber. Pissing was something I was good at. I could sustain a stream for as long as I needed to.
I soaked those huge melons. They were such big titties. Fakes, but works of art that I had to reveal one boob at a time. I pissed on the right one until I could see all of that magnificent breast, then switched to the left one. Her pink nipples were fat and hard. She moaned in delight as the piss dripped down to the floor.
“There,” I growled, staring at those tits. “That’s how you have a wet T-shirt contest.”
“Who’s the winner?” they asked, staring up at me with such eagerness in their eyes.
The blonde had the biggest tits, but that didn’t necessarily mean that she had the best. The Black girls were soft and round. Nice and plump. The redhead had a nice shape to her tits. A firmness that made them perky despite their size.
“Well, slut,” I said to the redhead. “Looks like you get to be fucked up the ass!”
Her eyes lit up for joy. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Woot! I have the best titties!”
“Fucking preacher’s daughter thinks she’s hot shit, Sandra,” the Black girl said, slapping the redhead on the ass.
“Yes, she does,” cooed the blonde. “Well, Arlene, you better bend over and get your reward.”
“I will,” Arlene the preacher’s daughter purred and spun around in place. She peeled off her piss-soaked T-shirt and threw it down. She bent over, thrusting her ass at me. Her purple thong vanished between her butt-cheeks and reappeared only to vanish again between her pussy lips. “Ooh, ooh, pound my asshole! Anal’s the first thing a preacher’s daughter learns to enjoy!”
“I bet,” I growled and grabbed her thong. I yanked hard, ripping it from her.
“Ooh, nice,” Charisma squealed.
I knelt and slapped my big dick down on her rump. “You also get to eat Charisma’s cum-filled pussy, preacher’s daughter.”
“Ooh, my lucky day,” Arlene moaned, smacking her lips. “I’m a whore for cum!”
“It’s true,” Charisma said as sauntered over. “It’s tattooed on her pubic mound.”
“Yep!” Arlene purred, wiggling her hips as she watched Charisma approach.