The Shiny Ladies
Copyright© 2007 by Alan C. Zumwalt
Chapter 14: Crossing the Border
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14: Crossing the Border - An Experiment Gone Horribly Right! This Crichton-esque novel is about genetic manipulation, and how when you alter genes you might alter what it means to be human.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Science Fiction Sister BDSM Orgy Interracial Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Petting Fisting
One Month Later
Alice grumbled. "I don't understand why I have to drive the whole time."
Kay lifted her mouth out of Jennifer's pussy. "You are the only one of us who can stand to wear clothes for more than half an hour. We don't want to keep changing drivers."
"But there's Monica," she said, gesturing to the passenger seat.
"I don't know how to drive," shrugged the high priestess. "I always took the bus or train. I could never afford a car."
"... And now is not the time to teach her," added Kay. "We don't want to attract attention on this trip."
"Why didn't Rita come with us. She drives."
"We have limited space here, and she doesn't shoot as well as Monica," said Kay. "As a matter of fact, I wouldn't trust her with a gun, unsupervised at all."
"But... but..."
"But what?"
"I'm sooo horny!" cried Alice. "And hearing you all going at it back there is making it worse."
"You poor thing. Normally, I'd tell you to pull over and join us back here- ooo," cried Kay as Jennifer shoved a dildo up her ass. "But we're on a schedule, she panted.
"Speaking of which, we're only five kilometers from the border, " said Monica. "Time for everyone to get decent."
"W-Wait," cried Kay. "I'm almost there. Almost there. Oh, yesyesyes. Oh God yes!" She collapsed, breathless on the bench.
"Very nice," said Alice. "Now get all devices out of you, and put on your clothes. We need to be decent for the border guards."
As the SUV approached the border crossing at Ojinago, all four passengers in the back scrambled to get dressed.
Alice pulled over to the passenger vehicle lane, avoiding the long line of eighteen-wheelers.
The border guard in charge of cars looked like he was in his late twenties. He was slim with short wavy brown hair.
He had two people working with him. A woman had a mirror on wheels, to look under cars, and a black guard had a beagle with him; used for sniffing out contraband.
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