Chapter 3: Anything but condoms

The Waverly Estate was large enough for one of those extraneous lounges on the side of the house. A place to fill with Papasan furniture, an extra big-screen T.V., maybe a mini-bar or table for some late-night poker. The entire east wall was just glass sliding doors, making it easy for my illegal spy-camera network to get all the juicy details.

Waverly Junior was kneeling on a red velvet cushion, aggressively sodomizing a dark-haired latina with an impressive bubble-butt. She had dispensed with the illusion of clothing; and as the erect young man plowed her backdoor, she was desperately frigging her own cunt amidst yelps of delight. Her orange-black butterfly wings and mind-altering chemical mists created a colorful atmosphere for her own ravishing. No human woman could have withstood the massive weapon blasting into her hole at so frantic a pace.

"Take it, you alien bitch! Take it all!" Junior demanded to his stuffed lover. She snarled, her eyes glowed green for a moment.

"Deeper..." she ordered. "Show me what kind of man you are..." Junior roared, rising to the challenge.

Her human partner was a wiry, muscled youth with a platinum-blond crew cut and linebacker's build. In addition, he was ravishing his prize with only one of four erect penises protruding in as many different directions. A long-legged Asian was slurping hungrily at his east penis, while a pregnant redhead had just slipped off his west cock, her grateful womb struggling to contain a massive load of cum. One dick pointed upwards, which Junior jerked off with his own hand, his other gripping and groping the boobs of the Nympha he thrust within.

This impressed me, but not in the way you might think. What was important was that this guy was salvageable. Four cocks was right at the limit, and he clearly retained a lot of cognition. Well, Junior had never been known as a brainiac certainly, but what little brainpower he did possess was probably still there, if he was able to form complete sentences while ravishing his harem. His father upstairs was only capable of piteous moans of mind-numbing pleasure.

The mood was a little different in this part of the house. The girls weren't lining to take turns on Junior's cock(s). Instead, eleven delicious hotties were sprawling around the room caressing their pussies and moaning passionetely. I recognized their behavior as that of a Nympha filled and fucked to complete satisfaction. The girls had to go semi-comatose to fully absorb their rewards. But what mattered was that four of them were heavily pregnant.

"Sperm ... so ripe ... eager ... I'm almost ready" A light-skinned black girl gurgled as she rubbed her gravid womb, quivering, throbbing with lively young. She looked past nine-months, and her hard-nippled breasts leaked milk-trails as if in preparation for her brood. Unlike the discomforts normal to a human woman, she seemed to gain a sensual gratification from the throbbing young jostling and kicking within her fertile body. An odd sight in a house like this; surely an irresponsible playboy like Junior wouldn't keep around pregnant partygirls ... but I knew the real score.

"Nearing the end of their lifecycle ... I'll be able to get a good count of the next generation." I mused to myself. And even as I watched, her belly seemed to stretch somewhat larger!

But there were others in similar straights. A dark complexioned Indian-girl was similarly ripened, and her time had come. Flexing her yellow wings, the Nympha began to hover clumsily to the ceiling; awkward from the great bulk of her womb. But in moments she reached the ceiling, and clung to it. Her wings began to stretch, expand, unfold further - covering the girl's body entirely, and a strange film seemed to cover the colorful mass.

A cocoon. The wing-covered mass seemed to swell and bulge, pulsating with new and changing life. Then, a shimmer of rainbow colors, and the entire mass seemed to fade from view. Perfect invisibility. Made sense in a way; for insects. A cocoon is vulnerable, you need either mimicry or camoflauge to survive. No better camo than bending light around itself. How else would you hide something this size? Similar invisible cocoons could be set up almost anywhere, in public even! Most people don't look up, and if it's invisible anyway...

Being invisible, I also couldn't be sure whether there were other cocoons. Usually one hour was all it took, One hour.

But for now, I didn't have to wait that long; because another Cocoon had already been growing near a corner of the lounge. A different Nympha began to emerge from her Chrysalis; I think. Still a lot I wasn't sure of. At first, it seemed as though there was a glowing crack hanging in mid-air. Then there was a rush of colors and light, and a strange waving ripple in the air. Only then did the white and gold empty cocoon become visible again.

And that was it; Did the flash of light mean something? It must - I had to assume that somehow, what I saw every time one of them completed a metamorphosis had to be the adult. But there was so little to see. Of course, these aliens can render themselves partially invisible - maybe the adult forms where invisible?

But in the end, it meant that all these luscious, lovely ladies were just ... just ... caterpillars. The immature form of an alien species. And our Earth was their Garden. Men and sex where their greenery to be consumed. But whatever really happened with the adults; the new being would of course, leave behind its young. And there they emerged from the white-gold cocoon. Another generation of frantic, sex-starved porn-goddesses. Three this time; Two blondes and a brunette. Eyes crazed; breasts large and throbbing, skin gleaming with juices. The Newborns seemed even hornier, even bustier. It looked as though their wings wouldn't come in yet, not until a few feedings. Like the three I'd encountered during the Yarborough mission; they knew nothing except the yearning for cocks and cum. And here was a man who would not resist them.

Caterpillars ... in a sense. But if it was male semen you were after, a pudgy green worm wouldn't do the job; you needed mimicry. You needed D-cups and a figure that wouldn't quit. That's what it was all about.

The pregnant redhead was replaced at the west penis by the brunette; ultimately all the current girls gave way to their younger, newer sisters; who looked like nothing so much as teenage beauty-pageant winners obsessed with breast-enlargement who had just been defeated at Oil-wrestling. Thrusting, jerking, humping and yearning, the orgy entered an aggressive new stage.

I knew that sometimes; baby animals could actually be more dangerous; for venomous snakes, it was true. The immature poisonous snake lacked the experience and discipline to regulate the use of its venom; and it would inject everything it had the first time it bit something. The same was undoubtedly true here - as the nude, nubile nymph(a)maniacs impaled their pussies with the surging lengths of man-sausage erupting from Junior, I knew they'd be giving him a maximum dose of alien virility venom. The younger Waverly seemed to have a predilection for forcefully mounting a woman from behind, and I could see the glistening newsluts throbbing, squeezing the mighty shafts in their drenching wombs as they crouched on all fours, quivering, pulsating their ass-cheeks as their bodies embraced his violating fuck-shafts. I had little doubt that by later tonight; if one measured him, his dicks would get just a little longer; his libido just a bit more demanding.

And it would only get worse.

I had firsthand knowledge of the trap he'd fallen into; you run into a hot babe, waaaay out of your league. You screw her pussy for everything you're worth. But something happens when you thrust yourself into that wet, warm, inviting snatch and blast her womb with all the jizz in your arsenal. You might have a few moments of fatigue; but faster than you dreamed possible; you'd be hard again - so of course you give it to her again. And again.