B - Movie Babefest
Copyright© 2003 by Finc
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 50's style sex sci-fi. Captured teens, sleepy town cops, bizzare experiments etc, etc.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers NonConsensual Rape Mind Control Lesbian Fan Fiction Celebrity Science Fiction Cousins Light Bond Humiliation Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Bestiality Size
The car was hot with energetic bodies, the young stud's mouth devouring Miss Crome's ruby red lips. His hands caressed her half undressed body, teachers blouse, grey short skirt, high black heels. Her hair, cut into a 30's bob was as black and shinny as her stilettos. Her thin fashion model face stared lustfully into the boy's excited eyes. His hands stroked her butt then the length of her thigh. Her hand in turn clawed his back under his shirt, the other hand unbuckling his belt.
"Oh god, it's going to happen!" He thought to himself with growing disbelief. It had all paid off; his embarrassing flirting, his longing looks then that stolen peck on the cheek. He'd stuck his neck out, but had come through. Now he was reaping the spoils of the victor. She'd told him not to worry about a thing, just follow her lead. And boy she was really leading.
"Mmmm, uh, yes that's it uuh, lets get those pants off you." Miss C flicked his belt buckle loose. A move she'd perfected through many encounters in the back seat of a car. As her hand groped inside his fly tugging his hardening cock out, she gave a practiced yelp of delight guaranteed to send the hormones pulsing in any young man who heard it.
"Oooohhh you are a big boy aren't you." She teased coyly; her dark eyes like oily pools, bottomless devoid of true feeling. Her nails traced up to his cock's tender tip the boy continuing to kiss and slobber over her mouth and neck.
She'd removed her knickers long before getting in the car; another trick learnt from experience. And the boys hand surprisingly felt her bare arse, the grey skirt riding up to show a dark triangle of pussy. She pushed him back away from her as she jerked his cock. She admired his firm length, then his strong physique up to his face, winking and smiling her brilliant white teeth sparkling in the dark cab. Miss Crome was tall and very slim. Too slim for her own liking, she didn't rate her own small breasts and bony butt. However she made fantastic use of her long shapely legs, jet black vamp hair and her mesmerising mouth and eyes. Her preference for bending over at the waist to pick low objects while pushing her butt out legs straining, was almost legendary at school among male students and teachers alike. So was her dominatrix manner, even the most self assured buck going weak at her critical tone.
She also knew from experience this young man wouldn't be up for much foreplay, his body already easing in between her legs eager to bury his self. She slid down the seat, her crotch rising, her hand guiding him.
"Slowly," she coached, her fingers gripping his ass tightly. "That's it slowly uhh, ooh, ahhhhhhhh mmmmnnnnnnn!" He felt his shaft pushing at her body as she guided. Then out of nowhere the flesh gave way his cock finding a moist hot hole that sucked him inside.
"Urrrrrrrrrr Miss, oohh fuck yeah uuhhhhh!" He whimpered as her legs gripped his back, pulling him deeper into her. The young man poked his cock as far as he could go them began to withdraw.
"Uggg, uhh, uh, uh, uh, uuhhhh!" He began to pump at the first opportunity, her pelvis rising up with each thrust to meet him, her eyes wide with delight, yet another virgin scalp for her.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! That's it, that's it, uhh, ahhh!"
The car was rocking Miss C moaning more for affect than ecstatic delight, encouraging the inexperienced teen mounting her. His was banging with all the energy you would expect of a high school kid, more animal frenzy than refined technique. Her heels kicked the windows then the roof as he pounded down into her; and neither heard the latch click or the front passenger door slowly open a few inches at a time.
The Major gave a satisfied grunt. "About time, God dammit!" Another convoy of trucks and Humvee's approached him, the troops inside dismounting as orders were barked. The men all in full battle dress and face camouflage unloaded their kit; each one stopping for a moment to glance at the shimmering shield. Then every man doubled his efforts, realising this late night mission would be no practice drill. The troops from A company site sentry battalion adjusted their night vision mounted M16 weapons, the scopes turning the night green revealing its secrets. The Site sentry battalion were tasked with the protection of restricted government buildings and research facilities. Their motto was 'See no evil here no evil.' As much a description of their ignorance of the contents of the top secret sites they guarded as it was of their willingness to use deadly force to stop others seeing inside.
Their commanding officer approached to receive his orders. He had been responsible for the security at the Majors Labs and was annoyed that his men had been rallied so late.
"Sir I should have been informed earlier, this situation could compromise the facilities we have just come from." His men were already taking up defensive positions along side the existing squad and the Major didn't respond to his complaint; instead he just took the man's rifle from his hands.
He raised the telescopic sight pointing it into the shield. "Hmmm got them." He mumbled, cigar still in his mouth. The alien fog had been penetrated and he saw the glow of the warm disc many insect bodies around it, the house cold and black beneath it. Nearing the scene was the unmistakable shape of two human figures their size bulky in heavy protective clothing.
Behind the saucer another dark object appeared to be under construction. Its shape looked to him like a leaning tower slowly tapering to a 3 foot tip. Then it reminded him of something far more in his field. He turned back to the green and black faced painted officer.
"Find me a way in son."
The officer briskly saluted; recon was what his men did best.
It was Miss Crome who felt the cold metal tip first. The jock had her almost flat on her back her knees pressed down on her chest, high heels making a mess off the car ceiling. In this crushed position her vaginal canal was shortened and the lads thrusting cock was nudging angrily against her cervix. Her clit was hardening as she felt his fat waist stretch her thighs painfully wide.
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