Alienable Rights
Chapter 6: Covfefe
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6: Covfefe - 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
“Yo! We made it, sista!” Cece called from the front seat. “Where should I go?”
Ohna groaned. Austin finally let go of a powerful stream into her cunt. She and Cece had switched places again near Wichita, Kansas and Ohna had only managed a little more than an hour with Austin’s meat in her. He was amazed that he’d had anything to give her after Cece had milked him for close to two hours, but Ohna had kept him up with incredibly sensual movements in her pussy that had brought out this spray of more than he thought his body could produce.
“What time is it, baby?” Ohna asked. Austin struggled to look at a non-existent watch.
“Six-thirty,” Cece responded.
“There’s a little place called Sarah Lee’s Diner on Second Street at Kansas Street. It opens at six for locals to fuel up. That’s where we’ll meet up with my friends at seven,” Ohna said.
“You mean people get up at six?” Cece exclaimed. “I’ve never seen the dawn from that side. Usually if I’m up at six, I haven’t been to bed yet. Or at least to sleep.”
She was feeling incredibly lively for all she’d been through the previous night. She’d had that nasty Bobby Bill follow her to her house and fuck her, then get mad when she demanded he pay her and he shot her. Then an undocumented immigrant showed up at the house and healed her, then copied her look so perfectly she wanted to fuck her. They’d driven up to Oklahoma City where they picked up Austin and half an hour later, she’d been folded nearly in half while he fucked her in the back seat. She’d taken over driving again while Ohna did the same thing. And Austin looked like he was ready to go at it again!
As good as she felt, though, it would be even better if this Sarah Lee had decent coffee.
She spotted a coin-op car wash and pulled the Mustang in there before heading downtown to the diner.
“Kitty needs a quick wash before we head to the diner,” Cece said. “Get the road dust out of her.”
They piled out of the car and saw Cece stripping. They’d misunderstood ‘Kitty’ to be what she called the car. Ohna and Austin stripped, too. Cece did spray down the car to get three states’ worth of dust off it, but then they took turns spraying each other down and cleaning the kitties.
It was great fun, but they had to get to the diner. They used a roll of paper towel Cece had in the back of the Mustang to dry themselves, then got dressed again. Looking like a bunch of fresh Texas kids, they headed for the diner.
It seemed like a lot of people were headed that direction. Sarah Lee’s was a popular place in the morning. Everyone in the diner was wearing a costume of some kind—often with a mask. Longview went all out for Halloween. From somewhere, Ohna produced a bonnet with a stylized red cross on it. It had points at the ends of each of the arms.
“What’s that for? I thought we were just dressing up as ourselves,” Austin asked.
“Yeah, mostly. I have to have a way for my people to recognize me. I’m a medic. There’s sure to be some injuries, someone who tried to eat something they saw a cow eating, or someone having a panic attack and letting her tentacles show. They need to know who to go to.”
“Tentacles?” Austin asked. “You were, like, completely naked in the ‘Stang. I didn’t see any tentacles.”
“Just remember what your dick felt like when it was inside me,” Ohna answered. “It wasn’t just pussy muscles getting you that hard.”
“Oh, shit. And you ... stuck a finger up my butt,” he croaked.
“Sort of.”
Ohna grinned at him and he blushed red.
They found a booth in the diner with two other people already in it, but they made room for the three to crowd in with them.
“Meta. Nina. These are my friends, Austin and Cece. You might have noticed, Cece and I are twins. I had a rocky road getting here after Orin bounced me out of the shuttle in Texas.”
“Ohna? I was expecting a little Dutch girl like Nina,” Meta said, pointing at his companion.
“You know what they say: No plan’s a good plan. Anyway, I’m here. Have we got any injury reports?” Ohna asked.
“Orin’s shuttle finally landed in a cornfield just outside of town. A few of the ones who got tossed from the shuttle in Texas but got back in were pretty banged up. And one proved to be allergic to corn. Kept fading in and out of his human body and showing his tentacles all swollen. We sent him back to the ship. How about you?” Meta asked.
“When I stumbled on Cece, she’d just been shot,” Ohna said. “She’s fine now. Austin was a little malnourished, but mostly he was just horny.”
“You’ve always been good at curing that,” Nina laughed.
“Cece and Austin, you can close your mouths now. I told you we were invading. You’re going to meet a lot of us, you know,” Ohna said. “This is Meta and Nina. We decided to make the diner our first aid station. We don’t expect much serious, but we have to be prepared.”
“I’m cool with it,” Cece said. “It’s just that you guys look so normal. I mean like regular people.”
“We plan to stay this way, at least until everyone is established and used to seeing us around. You know, this way people will continue to believe it’s all a hoax.”
“I’m a believer,” Austin said. “What do you want us to do?”
“Have breakfast,” Ohna said. “Things will get busy later. It’s a great subterfuge to have humans and aliens working together. We’ll need you to help handle traffic in and out. Our intelligence says most of the farmers and locals here show up about eight-thirty or nine. Folks who have to go to the city for work are the early ones. If there are scuffles, try to stay out of them. I don’t want to have to patch you two up. We have some unfinished business to attend to later!”
Harlan and Millie got to West By God Virginia in record time and Harlan started navigating south of Wheeling by instinct, not even trying to recall the chicken-scratched map he’d originally followed. He just let his muscle memory respond to the curves and turns and soon saw the two tire-tracks into the woods. He started to turn in when he saw the backwoods ho standing in the middle of the track with her shotgun.
“Friends!” Harlan yelled, jumping out of the SUV and waving his arms.
“You!” she yelled. “I won’ed who pickin’ m’up.” She spat out a wad of what Harlan could only hope was tobacco, then continued in a clear voice. “Okay! Pretty lady up front with you. We’ll have some fun on our way.”
“Where are we going?” Harlan asked.
“West. Just got the coordinates after they picked up the president,” she said pointing skyward.
“Who picked up the president?” Millie demanded with her head out the window.
“Aliens,” Harlan and the ho answered together. She laughed and got in the back seat.
“Head up to I-70 and floor it,” she said. “We’ve got to get to Longview, Kansas and if you obey the speed limits, it’s thirteen hours. We need to be there in eleven.”
Millie felt a hand slide across her shoulder, headed toward her breast.
“I’m Rina. What’s your name, cutie?”
“Uh ... Millie. Harlan, stop and let me get in back with Rina,” Millie said as Rina caressed her breast. She glanced down at the tentacle wrapped around her left nipple. “Right damn now, Harlan!”
Harlan slammed on the brakes and Millie was out the front door and into the back door, wrapped in Rina’s warm and sensual grip. Harlan just shook his head and pressed the accelerator. By the time he reached I-70, Millie and Rina were both naked.
“Covfefe,” the president muttered as he settled onto the golden throne in the new Air Force One executive head. “Covfefe.”
No one believed him when he was in office the first time. Thought he was crazy. Well, meeting up with goddam aliens will make anyone a little crazy. Now they were back.
He flushed and went into the office, where he sat behind a luxurious rosewood desk, studded with diamonds. This office was much better suited to him than the Ovaltine office. It was nice of the Covfefe to arrange the gift from Qatar. They wanted him to be housed in appropriate luxury.
“Bela!” he yelled. The personal assistant on Air Force One hustled into his office from a side room where she was always available. The young woman came as a gift with the airplane. Young! She insisted she was well over eighteen, but she looked so young even Jeffrey would have wanted her.
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