Alienable Rights
Chapter 3: A Little Plumbing
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: A Little Plumbing - At last we know! People have been dazed and confused by all the things going on in the US lately. The government shut down. Agents are in the streets. And frogs are on the front lines. Everyone in a Halloween mask. Is it any wonder that no one believes what's going on? Is it all fake news? No! It's the aliens. They've landed and they're here to stay in Longview, Kansas. Satire, parody, and humor, with lots of tentacle sex!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Science Fiction Aliens Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Oral Sex
Oswald Kennedy had the best collection of firearms in longview county. He also had enough supplies in his little compound to last a year. His neighbors had complained about the eight-foot-tall brick wall he’d built around his compound, but there was no zoning law against it. He’d put iron gates at the only entrance. No one would have cared if his compound wasn’t right on Oak Street, a block from the center of town.
He only came out of the compound once a week to have coffee at Sarah Lee’s Diner, and pick up groceries for the week. Groceries because he had a weakness for good steaks and taking them out of his freezer just wasn’t the same as getting them fresh from the grocery. Coffee at Sarah Lee’s so he could keep up with the current gossip—or rather news.
So, Thursday morning, October 30th, found him sipping the strong black coffee Sarah Lee served for fifty cents a cup, fifty cents a refill, fifty cents for a warm-up, and fifty cents for just a little more. He listened to the tales the locals were passing around. Oswald didn’t have a television, radio, or computer because he didn’t want to be subject to all that fake news and that was how the AIs spied on you. He didn’t much like any of his neighbors, but he trusted them. Unreasonably, since most of them were passing on news they’d read in memes on social media.
“Nobody here would care about it at all if Stacy Gwinner hadn’t said her husband was on that flight. I even wonder if that was true,” Bert Beeson said. As mayor of the town of Longview, he easily commanded attention from the other coffee drinkers—half of whom had come in from surrounding farms to get the morning mail at the post office.
“I think she was just using the story to get her truck upgraded,” Lyle Staudinger said. “She went into Rick Paulson’s to get that old F150 serviced so it would be ready to take her to West Virginia if the government called to have her identify the body. He’s such a sap. He put four new tires on it, replaced her broken taillight, changed the oil, sparkplugs, filters, and topped up the coolant for her. You know, all she has to do is pretend she’s breastfeeding that kid of hers and guys drool over her tits.”
“No. It’s for real. Darrell’s receptionist, Kristin, over at the Exchange, said Stacy was waiting at the office when the airline called her and told her they didn’t know what happened, but her husband was confirmed to have been on that flight,” Don Randall said. As Stacy’s father he didn’t like hearing negative things about his daughter, but he was a realist and knew his daughter’s reputation well. “Besides, she dumped little Cray off with Bea and me so she could leave at a moment’s notice.”
“Or so she could make a few fast bucks to pay for the trip,” one of the guys at another table whispered.
Don pretended he didn’t hear. Oswald took notice. He’d always had a thing for Stacy. Back when she was in high school, she always walked home past his compound. She’d stop almost every day to adjust her books or tie her shoes. She always stopped right in front of his security camera.
“l did some research of my own,” Bert said, meaning he’d done a Google search. “These aliens have been around for years. Goes back before Area 51.”
“Why we never hear about ‘em?”
“They’re masters of disguise. Can pass themselves off as completely human. Maybe even as dogs and cats. Secret government records show 100,000 of them were deported with other illegal aliens in the past six months, but they never made it to the prisons down south. Just disappeared.”
“There ain’t none of them around here,” Oswald said. “I helped ICE round up all the aliens in the county back in July. We shipped out sixteen of them.”
“Yeah, well one was my brother-in-law,” Lyle said. “He wasn’t illegal.”
“I ain’t saying no administrative errors were made, but we’re a lot safer here now,” Oswald insisted.
The truth was Lyle never liked his brother-in-law anyway, so he wasn’t that upset. His sister had rolled her eyes and said she should have known better than to spread her legs for a migrant worker. But he did have a green card.
“We need to mobilize the militia,” Oswald continued.
“Oswald, we don’t have a militia in this town and no one is going to elect you colonel so you can start one,” Bert said.
“Well, you just wait. When them aliens are swarming all over town and I’m the only hope, you’ll be pounding on my gates to let you in,” Oswald said, getting up to leave. “Just see if I open them up for you!” He stormed out of the diner.
“Yeah, yeah,” Don muttered. “Who’s in charge of the haunted church this year?”
“That would be Patience Plunkett,” Bert answered. “We met last night and agreed to do a new scene based on all this alien stuff. Got Kristin Davies to volunteer when it looked like Stacy was going to back out. She’s a hot little number. Darrell sure knows how to pick ‘em. Don’t know who else she’s got set up, but I think most of the town is in it, like usual. She’s the only one who will know who is who.”
“That will be fun,” Lyle said. “The corn maze is ready. I expect there will be kids trying it out after school today. Brett did a good job with it.”
“How big is it this year?” Bert asked.
“I left ten acres for him to work with. The thing is huge with more places to get lost in than you can imagine. We’ll go out Saturday morning and pick the rest so we’ll find anyone who’s still lost,” Lyle laughed.
They kept yammering for a while and eventually, all left before the noon rush came in for lunch.
Normally, Oswald would head straight to Dollar General to get his fresh food. He didn’t like to stay away from his compound for too long. He always felt vulnerable, even though he carried a Ruger Security-9mm on his hip. He had other arms that weren’t obvious. Kansas had both open and concealed carry without a permit. He wanted people to know he was armed, but not how well.
He hauled his collapsible grocery cart over to Court Avenue and turned north toward 3rd St. He hadn’t been over here recently, but he knew the place well. He slipped around the back, looked around, and went up to knock on the door. A minute later, Stacy Gwinner opened the door and looked at him. Oswald caught his breath.
Stacy wore a button-down shirt tied under her boobs and a pair of Daisy Dukes. She was barefoot and looked like a wet dream.
“Mr. Kennedy,” she said softly. “I haven’t seen you in so long, I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”
“I didn’t want to disturb you with your little one,” he said.
“But now?”
“I just stopped by to offer my comfort for your missing husband,” Oswald said.
“Yeah, it’s a drag. Come on in,” Stacy said. Oswald followed her butt cheeks into the kitchen.
“I just wanted to check and see if you were in need of anything. I could help out a little if you had any little tasks your husband would ordinarily take care of,” Oswald suggested as she waved him to the table and reached for the pot of coffee she always had brewed.
“Oh, that’s so nice of you,” Stacy said dramatically. “There might be one or two things you could help with. I’m just so lost without a man in the house.”
Stacy laid it on thick, but Oswald lapped it up like a kitten with cream. Now that they were sitting across the table from each other, Stacy’s breasts seemed freer under the oversize shirt. Each time she shifted, another portion of one boob or the other was revealed. It was tantalizing.
“You know I’ll do whatever I can for you,” Oswald said.
“Oh, I know you will!”
Stacy led him upstairs and into the master bedroom.
“The bathroom shower keeps dripping,” she complained. “Could you see if it has a leak?”
Oswald was handy. After all, he’d installed all the security at his compound and had handled wiring, plumbing, and even masonry. And it all worked—most of the time. He stepped past Stacy into the bathroom and pulled the curtain aside so he could examine the shower. It was dripping a bit and he pulled out his Leatherman to tighten the screw on the faucet handle a little. The drip stopped. In the process, he bumped against a penis sticking out from the wall.
“Oops!” Stacy said. “I guess I left Momma’s little helper in the shower. It works okay, but there’s nothing like the real thing.”
She was pressed against his back as she reached in to stroke the dildo once. He could feel her boobs pressed against him. He turned slowly and dragged her shirt open wider as she stayed up close to him. It looked like the knot that had been tied under her breasts was completely undone. Her left nipple came fully into view.
“Oh. I think it might be leaking a little here, too,” she said, pulling his face down to her tit.
She hadn’t actually breastfed Cray, so never leaked from her nipples, but Oswald couldn’t have sucked more in earnest if she’d been lactating scotch.
“Yesss,” she hissed. “Maybe you could find something else that’s leaking and plug it.”
He maneuvered her over to her unmade bed and unfastened the short shorts, pushing them down and off her feet. Stacy was completely bald between her legs and the first stroke of his fingers verified that she was, indeed, leaking. He shoved his own pants down and she handed him a condom.
“Better put this on, honey. We don’t want a repeat of what happened last time.”
Oswald chuckled a little, acknowledging that he knew little Cray was his brat, not Darrell’s—an ‘accident’ just last Halloween. As soon as he was securely wrapped, he leaned forward and pushed his meat into her. Stacy was the best at this. She was active and noisy. He plowed into her repeatedly, bouncing against her pubic bone. He couldn’t tell she’d ever had a baby. She was as tight as she’d been when he took her virginity on her way home from school that one time.
He leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in his lips. Then he bit it viciously.
“Yeah! Fuck! I’m cumming! Fuck!” she screamed. With that announcement and the feeling in her pussy, Oswald let go with a flood of his own into the condom. “Oh, baby. You do it so good! Nobody ever bites me like you do. You know, that’s why I didn’t breastfeed Cray? I mean besides it being gross. I didn’t want to lose the feeling in my tits. If I had you any more often, I’d probably still go numb eventually.”
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