jmichlins:
One more thing is how you choose your words like you have being doing this for long and not like an amateur which you say you are. You can pass for a male writer from your point of expression. You will do well if you change their diet menu to something local can not imagine a young adult taking cereal as meal. The softest meal i can go for is tea. Swallow is way to go with the kind of sun we have here

ok. But are you saying i should abruptly change the culture or the lifestyle of my characters? Because that would be like swaying from the main fabric of the story. But i assure you, my bro and i will make this story, to suit your style in anyway we can, atleast he's spent more yearz in this part of the world than me..

Dedicated to Jmichlins.


________kwontinuation________(hope that suits the Nigerian style@ jmichlins.)



When I wake up, my muddled brain doesn’t
seem to want to work. I vaguely remember
being with Vage, making the switch that I think will
work on her (or trying to), and then waking up in
my bed. Did I over used my ability at the party?
A quick test on the lights confirms it, as pain
shoots like lightning between my eyes. I roll over
and go back to sleep.
I’m tempted to sleep all day, until something
reminds me that this next week is finals week,
before the Christmas break. I’m really looking
forward to seeing my mom. I could do without
seeing my dad, and my sister almost never
shows up anymore after a blowup between her
and dad.
I'd meant to do some studying today, but I don’t
really feel like staying in my room. Especially
when I see I have two missed calls from Tina,
and one from Stephanie. I don’t feel up to seeing
either one right now, so I get dressed, and drive
to the campus library, leaving my phone behind.
Studying never is my strong suit, however, and I
begin thinking about the demons(or i should start calling them Bokoharm). Vage told me
that there are other humans that have had their
dormant genes activated, and I remember Dennis
mentioning seeing YouTube videos of people
doing extraordinary things. Using the library's
Wi-Fi, I load the site, and start browsing. It looks
like there are a lot of different videos to choose
from, so I start choosing some at random. I
watch one where a guy can supposedly talk to
dogs and another where a girl can turn her skin
blue. Neither of those seem particularly helpful, so
I keep looking. I find the one of the guy in Japan
that can spontaneously combust, and then watch
as the flames go out, and he is unharmed, even
his clothes. I wonder if it’s some type of illusion,
but I’m able to find a version with subtitles, and
the cameraman claims to be able to feel the heat
from the flames. Now THAT would come in
handy, if he can start other things on fire.
Unfortunately, he goes on to say that he can only
do it to himself. Well, there goes THAT idea. . .
I search for a few more hours, with no better
results. Some are super strong, or just as useless
as the Nigerian P.H.C.N, but I can’t see how any of them can
stop an alien race from destroying the human
race. For that matter, I can’t see how I’m going to
do it. And if Vage, with her advanced technology,
can’t do it, what chance do I have? Maybe I just
need to come up with more creative ways to use
my switches.
Bored and full of frustration, I decide to give my
ability a small test, and mentally flip off my
laptop. It goes off, and the subsequent pain is
minimal. In a slightly better mood, I head back to
the apartment.
Dennis is there, and I realize he hadn't been home
when I'd arrived last night, nor there when I'd
gotten up this afternoon.


"Where've you been?" I ask him.


"Out with Rose. Man, she can give a mean
blow*job!".


I laugh as I drop my stuff in my room,
and then return to talk to Dennis.


"Isn't she seeing Bent?"


"Not anymore. Can you believe what he was
doing with his sister?" Dennis shakes his head in
wonder.


“Part of me can’t blame him; she’s one
helluva fine piece.


I shake my head, but I can believe, and know that
I'd even caused it with my switches. I feel guilty
all over again. It’s just like with Tina; I’m
manipulating people into doing things they would
otherwise never do. Do I have the right to do
that? I have a feeling that the answer is 'no'.


"Oh, by the way, Tina stopped by again. How
many girls are you going to string along? First
Tina, now Stephanie?"


Hearing that name reminds me, “That was
actually her twin, Stacy, last night," I say,
trying to hide a smile.
Dennis gives a long whistle, and punches me in
the arm. The punch doesn’t hurt as much as it
usually did, and I wonder if Vage's white light is
finally showing its effects.


"Three women now? Yeah, I don't think you can
call yourself a geek anymore. He said smiling at me.

**TBC**

*kwontinuation*


I only shake my head, as I get up and go back to
my room. How many women I’m with doesn’t
make a difference whether I’m a geek or not. Talk
of Tina has given me an idea, though. Maybe
avoiding her is the wrong way to deal with her.
Opening my phone, I notice I’ve missed another
call from her (Maybe I should take my phone off
vibrate. . . Naw), and call her back. She answers
on the second ring.


"I'm so glad you called me back. I was afraid you
were avoiding me again." Her voice is slightly
shaky on the other end.
I hate to ruin her mood, but I have to do this, or
it’ll never happen.

"Tina, we need to talk." I have a
plan, and I’m fairly certain I can deal with the pain
my switches are going to cause me. I’m just glad
that I’m recovering quicker than I had that first
day.


"Oh, okay. Is everything alright?"

The quaver in
her voice speaks plainly of her fears.


"I'll be by to pick you up in an hour, is that
alright? Dress warm." I avoid fully answering her.


"An hour? Yeah. Is anything wrong?"


"No, I'll see you then," and hang up. I don’t
want to lie to her, but I don’t know what else to
say. If I give her too much of a chance, I know
my willpower will crumble again.
I shower, and get dressed. I try not to dress too
nice, but also don’t want to look like a complete
slob. I end up wearing Jeans, and a 'Geeks Are
Sexy' t-shirt from one of my favorite websites.
Tina's mom answers the door, and she invites
me in.


"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes; I'll
let Tina know you're here."
"

I really can't stay for dinner," I protest, but Tina
walks in.


"But we cooked enough for three. Eat with us,
and then you can tell me what you want to say."
Tina has such hopeful eyes, that I can’t say no,
but I grind my teeth in frustration. I had wanted
to talk to her in a public place, but as I think about
it, it may be better for her emotional balance if
she is home when I’m done.
Just don’t break down this time, I think.
Besides, have you ever heard of a single University
student turning down a free meal?
Dinner is delicious, a fried rice, with roasted chicken and a Baron wine. The table is mostly
quiet. I don’t want to talk too much around Tina,
but Nancy occasionally asks me questions about
school and my plans for the future. For half a
heartbeat, I think about telling them that I have no
plans if I can’t defeat the Bokoharams, but know how
crazy that will sound.
Despite keeping my talking to a minimum, I feel
Tina's foot start to crawl up my leg; her toes
caressing my shin for a few minutes, before
going up to my crotch. I nearly choke on my
food when she does that. A quick glance at her
mom shows she hasn't notice anything, and Tina
has a wicked gleam in her eyes.
As soon as I’m done with my plate, I ask if I can
be excused, and go to their front room. Tina
joins me shortly after.


"So, what did you want to talk about?" She asks
as she sits and takes my hands in hers.
I prepare a 'memory' switch, feeling only a little
pain. It might mean that I will have to do this
twice, but if she completely flips out, I don’t want
her to remember.

"Tina, everything you have been feeling lately is
my fault, and I don't think we should be around
each other anymore. It’s not good for you.” I try
to sound as sincere as I can.

"What do you mean, ‘it’s not good for me’? Why
not?" The quaver is back in her voice, but she
grips my hands tighter.
Time for the truth. Sucking in a deep breath, I
say, "I have a special ability. I can make switches
with my mind, and do almost anything I want
with them." I watch as my words sink in, and
then as her face goes to frown, so I rush on,


"That night I came over to help you with your
math, I made a switch that makes you wet every
time I speak, and a switch that makes your
nippples hard too." Even as I speak, I feel the first
switch move, and know that my voice is
affecting her. This is part of the reason I'd wanted
to do this in a public place, but her mother should
be protection enough, as long as I don't mess
with her sexual switches too.
She looks at me for a second, her cheeks going
red, probably wondering if I’m crazy.


"Well, that might explain a few things," she
doesn’t seem angry, which is a good thing, "but I
don't believe you."
I’m ready for this. I make a switch to make her
back itch, then before she can scratch it, I say, "I
just made your back itch. I can move that switch
anywhere I want to: your foot, or your arm,
even the palm of your hand." As I name each
place, I move the switch, feeling my headache
grow with each change. When it reaches her
hands, she yanks them out of mine, and stares at
me. This is the part I’m most worried about.
She stares at me in wonder, idly scratching her
hand, making the switch shudder..

*kwontinuation*


Tina sits more upright, before asking me again,

“This is a mind
game, right? Some tricky trick of psychology? You
mention a place, and my mind makes it itch, isn't it?. . .”
She trails off as I shake my head. "So you can
control minds eh? Is that it?"


"Not really. I can't control what you think, and
only a small bit of what you feel. Mostly it’s a
physical reaction I get from my switches." i replied.


"So you didn’t make me screw you that night.
You didn’t force me to do it, but you DID
manipulate my body so that I would want it?"

I can see she is trying hard to wrap her mind
around what I can do. Her tone says that she isn’t
quite ready to believe me.
I drop my head in shame, and nod.


"And you’ve kept on doing it afterwards?"
She is really scratching her hand now, and I
realize I haven't flipped off that switch. She looks
grateful as I do, with a mumbled, "Sorry."


"No. I haven’t done it again, but after that first
night, it’s as though your body is conditioned to
it. Every time I talk, I feel that switch move. That
is why I have been avoiding you, so that I don't
manipulate you anymore."


“That’s why you didn’t want to stay for dinner.”
She pauses, thinking, before grabbing my hands
again, surprising me.


"Is that what you've been
worried about? That I'd hate you after you told
me?"
I shake my head. "No, I don’t want to make you
do anything you don’t want to do. I don’t WANT
to manipulate you."
She gives a small tremulous laugh, and I look
back up into her hazel eyes. "'Want' is the key
word." She takes a deep breath.

"Honesty
deserves honesty. No I didn’t plan on screwing
you when you came over to tutor me. I planned
on trying to seduce you into doing my work for
me, but not going all the way. Instead I got so
turned on by you, I decided to go much further
than I’d planned. If you can't control what I think,
then you didn’t make me screw you. I CHOSE to
do it." I try to protest, but she cuts me off.

"Yes,
yes, you manipulated my body, but I think your
switches can only affect or enhance what is
already there. I mean, I've always thought you
were kind of cute, if a little scrawny. . . Though it
looks like that might be changing too. Are you
using your switches to grow stronger?"


I almost. . . ALMOST, tell her about Vage, but I’m
afraid that the conversation will turn to the
demons, and I don’t want to frighten her.


"No, I can't affect myself, only other people and
objects." I go on to explain how the switches
work, and how they fail.


"That explains Richard, and the night they
kidnapped you. I think it’s like hypnosis in a way,"
she tells me at one point, and I shake my head.
This is nothing like hypnosis.
"Hear me out. You
can affect me, by making my feet hot, creating an
itch, and various other things, but you can't make
me do anything I don't really want to do, like—"
She leans forward, and before I can stop her,
kisses me. I can feel myself getting hard, but this
is NOT the reason I'd come here. I push her
away, and look up to see her mom watching us.


"Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt. I just wanted to
know if you will be staying the night?"


I almost
choke as she asks that, in a very bland manner.


"I wasn't planning to." Tina's mom nods, and
goes up the stairs.


“How did you get this ability?” She asks, and I flip
her ‘memory’ switch. “Funny,” she states,
confused, “I know I was just about to ask you
something. . .”


Her brows furrow over her hazel
eyes, before widening.


"You know, it’s the
weirdest thing. Ever since that night, my mom
has been oblivious to so many things that used
to bother her."


Oblivious? Or accepting and no longer
concerned? I remember the switches I'd made in
Tina's mom, and can feel them upstairs. They are
both stuck in the position I'd moved them to that
first night. I remember how I had mashed down
on them, and wonder if I'd broken her
somehow.
I look back to Tina, and she has a shrewd look on
her face.

"You did that, didn’t you? When she
walked in on us, you made sure she didn’t care. .
. Oh my. . . You did it to me too!" If it wasn't for
the fact that she is smiling from ear to ear, I’d be
worried.


"Oh, don't give me that look. Listen, you
didn’t make me do anything against my will, and
I certainly don't regret it."

She purses her lips, as
she thinks about something.

"You can tell me no,
but I have a favor to ask. You're right about your
voice still making me wet. You wanna go upstairs
and fvck? As long as you know that I want it, and
not because you made me want it?" she stated

t.b.c

SmartestPopQUEEN:

ok. But are you saying i should abruptly change the culture or the lifestyle of my characters? Because that would be like swaying from the main fabric of the story. But i assure you, my bro and i will make this story, to suit your style in anyway we can, atleast he's spent more yearz in this part of the world than me..

oh i never wanted to make you change the story to suit me or my beliefs just gave little advice that i thought were necessary if you want localize or nigerianize(permission to use that word that does not exist) the story. Your story is already great one which glued me surprisingly cause personally i hate anything that has to do with extinction of the human race and do not believe such so much that i do not watch movies that portray such but you have managed to make me want more updates. And am very honored to have an update dedicated to me which i never thought that i deserved. For that come take kiss as my appreciation cause i have no gold

jmichlins:
For that come take kiss as my appreciation cause i have no gold

lolz. But mind u, ur comments is more precious to me than Gold. Anyway, thanks dear.

SmartestPopQUEEN:

lolz. But mind u, ur comments is more precious to me than Gold. Anyway, thanks dear.

which part of nigeria are you from cause you are very free spirited. Good morning and happy sunday

***kwontinuation***



I don't know what else to say, but i need to be more specific with her.
“But that’s just it,” I plead, “Can you honestly say
that, sitting here listening to me talk, hasn’t made
you Hot?”


She smirks, giving me a half smile, before
answering.


“I can honestly say that I’ve wanted
to fvck your brains out every day this week,
whether I saw or heard you, or not.”


She pauses
for just a moment before looking me in the eyes,
very seriously.

“Perhaps you’ve made me
addicted to your cockk, I don’t know, but truth be
told, Richard never could satisfy me, and you
blow my mind with your skill.” She reaches over
to my crotch before I can stop her, and squeezes
my undeniably stiff cockk. “And with this
monster.”


I’m about to argue that making her addicted isn’t
a good thing, but her lips against mine cut off that
argument. Truth be told, she’s handled
everything better than I'd thought. In fact, now
that I think on it more, I'd made the same switch
in Professor Jane, and she hasn't jumped on
my bones. Maybe Tina is right, and it’s
something like hypnosis. I can’t MAKE someone
do something they don’t want to.
How then, do I explain Bent and his sister,
Linda?
I’m halfway up the stairs by the time I realize I’m
no longer on the couch. Tina has me by the
hand, and is pulling me along, and despite my
earlier reservations, I decide to go with it. She
knows what I’m capable of, and still wants to do
it. Who am I to argue?
She stops before we reach her bedroom,
however, and I see her purse her lips again.

"I
want to test out this ability of yours."


"My headaches—" I try to stop her, but she just
opens the door, and pulls me in after her. It only
takes me a second to see we are in her mother's
room. Nancy is sitting on her bed, watching TV,
and she looks up at us as we enter.


"Oh, hi guys. Did you need something?" Her tone
is level, but slightly curious. At least I haven’t
destroyed her ability to feel emotions, I think.


"No, we—" Tina covers my mouth, and talks
over me, a smile splitting her face.


"We thought we'd come spend some time with
you." I glare at Tina. What is she up to, I wonder,
but am also afraid of the answer.


"That's sweet of you kids," she pats the bed next
to her, and scoots over to give us room.
I groan, as Tina pulls me over to the bed, and
shoves me down on it. She doesn’t waste any
time, before jumping on top of me, and kissing
me with a furious passion. Her hunger is really
starting to affect me, and despite the oddity of
having her mom right next to us, I start to moan,
and wrap my arms around this wild, addicted,
woman.


"Do you want me to leave you kids alone?" The
soft voice brakes through the fog in my head,
and I break the kiss, but once again, Tina beats
me to it.


"No, stay mom. This is your room. We'll try not
to bother you." As she talks, Tina sits up, pulls off
her shirt and bra, and then looks to her mom.
The older woman glances at her wanton
daughter, and then looks back to the TV,
unconcerned.
It’s about this point I figure, what the hell, and go
with it. I pull Tina back down, liking the way she
squeals as I do so, and return the kiss she'd given
me a bit ago. As our tongues swirl in each other's
mouths, I allow my hands to roam her bare
back, and dip them inside her pants, gripping her
small, tight ass.
She lifts her middle, and I feel her hands at my
waist, undoing my pants. Kicking off my shoes, I
slip my hands around her waist, doing the same
for her pants. As soon as our pants are off, Tina
helps remove my shirt, and then we are both
nakked, lying next to her unconcerned mom.
Tina sits up, looking at her mom, and asks,


“Mom, do you mind if I give Nick a great
Mouth Gig?”


“That’s fine, dear,” Nancy responds, obviously
admiring my package.

“Are you sure you don’t
want to be left alone?”
Tina shakes her head emphatically.
“Stay, Mom. I
promise we’ll not interrupt your show.” She
kisses her way down my chest. Tina's mom is
now watching us exclusively, but doesn’t
interfere, or say anything else. I wonder what is
going through her mind, when Tina's tongue
reaches my cocck.
I moan again loudly, as she slips her lips around
the bulbous head, and I can feel her tongue going
to work. I remember the orgy last night, and
can’t believe my luck lately. It’s almost enough to
make me believe in Ta’veren.
Tina goes crazy, sucking, slurping, and licking,
and my hands shoot out to grip the sheets at the
pleasure she is giving me.


*tbc*

jmichlins:
which part of nigeria are you from cause you are very free spirited. Good morning and happy sunday

same to you. Well, my Pop's from Oyo state. Though have never been there. Just my younger bro and my late older bro.

*kwontinuation*

I ended up screwing both Mom and daughter (i had to skip that part just because of how it contradicts the Nigerian style)

"Are you sure you don't want to stay the night?" Nancy asks me with a smile, as I stand at their front door.

"We can't promise you'll get much sleep, but I promise you won't regret it," Tina says right after, with her arm snuggly around her mother’s waist. I laugh, and give them both a quick kiss, before walking out, followed by Tina.

"No more avoiding me?" She asks, and I nod. She has assuaged my guilt well enough. Maybe I have manipulated her, but I haven't forced her to do something she doesn’t want to. I truly hope she will quit moping and being so clingy though. I wonder if I can make a switch for that. . . ? I shake my head, knowing what a slippery slope that thought will lead to.

***

The second I walk into my bedroom, I find myself transported to Vage's featureless room.

"I trust you have recovered?" She asks me, her head cocked to the side as she does when she talks to me.

"Yes, thank you," I reply, vaguely remembering the white light going yellow when I'd collapsed last night. The memory of what had caused me to collapse returns as well, and I almost make the switch that I think will get her to have sexx with me, but back off. After Tina and Nancy, I’m exhausted. I did make the switch, thinking it’s harder to make a switch than move one and at least it will be there when I’m ready.

"Good. I am glad to see you exercising your ability. Have you tried it on a large group yet?"

I curse myself for a fool. The party last night would have been the perfect place to see how many switches I can make at once. Even when I'd been kidnapped, I made all the switches one by one. Luckily I can work at the speed of my imagination, but I still need to know if I can make more than one at a time, or one switch to cover many.

"No," I told her, feeling dejected.

"You still have time left. Keep practicing." Her tone is level, without any rebuke, and that somehow makes me feel worse.

"Maybe you should find someone else," I say. I don’t know if I can do this, and the pressure to save the entire human race is pretty intense.

"Maybe," she tells me, and there is no emotion in her dual toned voice, "but right now, you're all your planet has got."

Great, I think. No pressure at all!

**GOOD NIGHT YALL. ** you know, i can always add the In-cest scene, if you guys dont mind. QUEENLIZ

Incredible

Make the story full, bring on everything... Don't keep the bits... & I really do love this story. Thumbs up Queenliz...

this wow a really wonderful read

SmartestPopQUEEN:

same to you. Well, my Pop's from Oyo state. Though have never been there. Just my younger bro and my late older bro.

ok then

SplendidCIJ:
Make the story full, bring on everything... Don't keep the bits... & I really do love this story. Thumbs up Queenliz...

i appreciate the compliment. But are u sure about that? U guys will be ok with me bringing out the Ince-stuous part of the story?

Happy sunday to you all==================================


Today seems like any other day, except for the
whispers I receive as I walk around
campus. In one way it’s an improvement, no one
calling me a dweeb, or nerd, but it’s also a little
disturbing.
Did someone discover my ability? Did Tina tell
someone? I remember Linda saying that I’m
the talk of the campus, and that had been before
I'd told Tina, so I doubt she'd told anyone. I walk
towards a couple guys talking, to see what’s up,
but when they see me coming, they flee. In
consternation, I stare after them, wondering what
in the world is going on.
No one seems willing to talk to me about it, and
those that are willing to talk to me, don't know anything.
The whole thing is starting to give me a
headache. The headache makes me remember
old Mrs. Stiles. I walk into her office, and find
her sitting behind her desk, a faint smile on her
face.
I tell her my head hurts, and just need some
Paracetamol. I examine her as she moves around. It
seems like she is moving faster, but that may be
hopeful thinking. I'm certain the roots of her hair
are darker, not gray, but there isn't enough there
to tell what color yet. Her cheeks sag a little on
her face, but there looks to be fewer wrinkles and
better coloring to her skin tone.
Checking her switches, I turn up the elasticity of
her skin, as well as her metabolism, but leave her
other two switches alone for now. I thank her for
the pain reliever, and leave her office. I’ll try to
remind myself to check up on her after Winter
Break and see the progress she makes.
Standing right outside Mrs Stile’s office, is Richard
Dice. By the look he gives me, I know he's
been waiting for me. I decide that running isn't an
option, and besides, I should be able to handle
him, as I’m feeling well rested.
As I walk up to the big jock, I notice his eyes
looked haggard and sad. He looks like a man
that’s been to hell and back, only he'd brought
hell with him. For a moment I feel sorry for the
role I'd played in that, until I remember all the
bullying I'd received at his hands.


"What's up, Richard?" I ask, trying to sound
unconcerned.
The big man examines me for a bit, arms folded
across his large chest, and his brow furrowed.


"You been working out?"
I almost laugh. Can THAT have been what all the
stares are about? I still can’t see a difference in
myself, though I do notice things seem lighter
than they used to be. As I think about it, even my
shirt seems a bit smaller when I'd put it on this
morning. Despite this, all I says to Richard is,


"Maybe."
"I don't know why I'm doing this. Maybe I feel
sorry about what I’ve done to you, but you don't
seem to be hurting from it.” He looks me over
some more, and I know he is looking for the
bruises. Bruises Vage had healed for me.


“For
some reason I feel like I owe you though, so I'm
warning you." He takes a deep breath, and I
tense. What is he going to do, threaten me some
more? Try to beat me up?

"Dan means to pay
you back, and make you hurt. It’s all over the
campus. He seems to have it in for you."

Before I
can say anything in response, he turns and walks
away.
THAT must be why everyone is looking at me.
They don't want to get caught up in whatever
Dan has planned for me. I wonder if they’re
also supposed to keep me in the dark or if that is
just an unintended side effect. Did Richard just
cross some clique boundary to help me out? I
resolve to keep my ability in reserve, so that I can
use it if I need to, on a moment's notice. I don’t
want to get caught unawares, or weak.
An idea occurs to me, and I recall that I can sense
my switches. I walk to a quiet spot, and cast my
mind out, feeling for the switches that I know are
Dan's. If he is anywhere close, I will know. I’m
shocked to find him on the other side of campus.
Not shocked because he is far from me, but
because I can feel his switches from so far away.
My ability truly is growing. I also find Tina off to
my left, not as far, and Richard moving further
away. I feel others too, but concentrate on Dan.
If he is over there, I’m safe.
My phone rings then, and my mind comes back
to here and now. Stephanie is on the other end.


"I just heard something, you should know," she
says without preamble.


"About Dan? Yeah, I just heard. I'll be fine
though, don't worry."


"Oh, okay. Hey, are you working tonight?" She
asks, sounding hopeful.


"Yeah, I tried to get this week off so I could study
for finals, but Mikel wouldn’t hear it."


"Great! About you working, that is. Not about
Mikel. I'm working too, I'll see you there."

Shortly after I hang up, I get a text from Tina,
warning me of the same thing, but she’s not
worried either. She knows what I’m capable of,
now.
The rest of my

Seem like am not the only one not going to church today smartest. Waiting for more update

*kwontinuation*


My roommate gives me the same stern warning when I got
home, and I only laugh. Just A couple weeks ago, no
one would have said anything to me. Today I
have plenty of friends covering my behind.(lolz)
When he looks surprised at my response, I say
the same thing I told Stephanie. He doesn’t look
convinced but that’s fine with me. I have a couple
hours until I start my shift, so I play a few
games, before getting ready.
The snow is lightly falling as I drive to the
restaurant, and I can’t help but smile as I think
about the last time Stephanie and I had worked
together. The snow is still piled high on the sides
of the road from that storm, though the power is
likely to stay on tonight. Darn the luck. Of course,
if push comes to shove, I could still turn off the
power myself. . .


Stephanie greets me with a smile as I walk in the
back, and I give her a quick wink. I suddenly
wonder if this is Stacy, and realize the only
way for me to tell them apart is when I’m
sleeping with one or the other. I can use my
switches though, to tell them apart. I easily make
a small switch that will make her happy when I
move it, and notice that it’s already on. In fact,
with the way it’s shuddering, I’d have to say
she’s pretty giddy. There, that will do it, I think
with satisfaction.
Despite it being a Monday, it’s a busy night.
Stephanie and I have little opportunity to talk.
Mikel seems to be on a rampage, as he bellows
out orders, and chews one cook out for being
too slow, then chews a bus boy for moving too
fast, and not being careful. He leaves Stephanie and
me alone, though, so I don’t mess with him. I
need to save my strength for whatever Dan has
in mind. I can just faintly feel him off to the east
somewhere, at the edge of my awareness.
When the restaurant finally closes, Stephanie waits
for me in the parking lot with a smile. We kiss for
a while in her car.


"We need to stop," she tells me breathlessly after
a bit.


"Why," I ask, cupping her cheek in my hand, and
pulling her face back to mine.


"Because my sister is home, and I'm getting
pretty Hot and I don’t want to do it in the cold
car!" She laughs her wonderful little laugh as she
pulls away from me.


"We can go to my place," I whisper.


"Didn’t you say you needed to study for finals?"


She tries to sound serious but I can see the mirth
and desire in her eyes.


"Sure. How about we study anatomy together?" I
suggest, smiling wickedly. She giggles again, and
I feel her long lashes against my cheek as she
hugs me tight.


"Another night, I need to do some studying as
well," she tells me, and I feel let down.
Reluctantly I let her go, Hot as hell, but
unwilling to manipulate her into having my way.
I really should study anyway.
I end up playing on my computer, instead, until I
go to bed.


I woke up immediately, when I feel Vage's
switches close to me, and everyone else's
switches vanish. I don’t even realize I’m still
monitoring all the switches, until they are gone.
Where did Vage taken me that is outside of my
newfound range?


"Have you been practicing?" The dual-tonal voice
of Vage asks me as I’m bathed in the tiring/
strengthening white light.


"No," I tell her honestly, "I have been saving my
strength. Something has come up that I need to
be ready for." I don’t want to tell her about Dan
since it’s a personal problem.


"More important than your entire race?" the
question hurts all the more because it’s said with
almost no emotion.
I know she is right, but what am I to do? Dan
plans on hurting me somehow, and I need to be
ready to deal with him, but at the same time, the
human race is depending on me too, though
they don’t know it. If Dan beats the crap out of
me, Vage can heal me. If I’m not ready to face the
Bokoharms when they arrive, we’re all doomed.


"I'll keep practicing," I promise her.
And what better way to practice than right now? I
flip the newest switch in the pink alien with a little
effort, the one I hope will put her in heat, and
watch as her eyes grow large, and her 'Hot'
switch flips hard to full blast.
She makes a loud strangled noise, that sounds
like two different voices sounding at once, saying
two different things, but neither intelligible, before
reverting back to English after a pause.

"What
have you done?" For once there is emotion in her
voice. Unfortunately, it’s terror and despair.
I know there is no way for me to deny it. She
knows what I can do, and if she is in heat when
she isn't supposed to be, the only rational
explanation will be because of me.


"You said to practice," I try to explain, knowing
how lame I sound.

*TBC*

jmichlins:
Seem like am not the only one not going to church today smartest. Waiting for more update

lol. I ought to be in church, but our church is having a special service at its headquaters. But i dont fancy being among such multitude. Thats why am staying home today.

SmartestPopQUEEN:

lol. I ought to be in church, but our church is having a special service at its headquaters. But i dont fancy being among such multitude. Thats why am staying home today.

are you clusterphobic

*********

Whats this pink Alien saying?
"I need to practice on aliens as
well as humans. How else will I know what I’m
capable of?"


She screams something that I realize must be her
natural language.


"Weren’t the physiological changes you were
making in me enough? You don't understand. I
was chosen for this mission because I’m not
supposed to mate for many of your solar cycles.
Offspring in our race has always been planned
with genetics in mind."


"Okay, I'm sorry," I tell her, getting defensive.


"I'll
just turn it off." But the switch won’t move. It
refuses to even budge. I press against it harder,
groaning with the effort and feeling a headache
coming on, but to no avail.


"It can't be turned off. I have to mate within two
of your days, or I will die." Vage cries, and then
screams again in her language, and I'm fairly sure
I don’t want to know what she’s saying.


"There
isn't a mate-worthy male on this side of the
galaxy. You have killed me!" She returns to yelling
in her own tongue.


Complete and utter shame floods through me.
This intelligent alien has helped me develop my
ability and as trying to help me save the human
race. But in my ignorance, I have doomed this
kind and trusting creature; and all because of my
sexual curiosity. I truly am a failure and a pervert.
The human race is doomed, because I’m not
worth saving.
Wait a minute. . . A sudden thought pulls me out
of the depression I am spiraling into.


"What about me?" I ask, doubting it’s even
possible, but grasping at straws. My head is
throbbing, and it’s hard to think through her
confusing language.
She suddenly stops talking, and looks at me. Her
silvery-blue eyes have turned a dark shade of
green, and her slit pupils grow larger. Her
breathing is heavy, and I can see a light film of
liquid already running down her legs. The light
fairly dances around her body in her distress.


"You?" Both tones of her voice sounded odd,
ragged, as she asks me. "Our genetic code is
different. It won’t work. And you are only
human."

Her whole body shakes, and I can tell
she is in dire distress.


“We have to try something,” I plead.


"I may have no other choice." She now sounds
resigned to the possibility.
Her hands move in the air before her, hitting her
invisible buttons, and the white light around me
turns to the healing greenish-yellow for a
moment, restoring my strength and killing the
headache, before turning off completely.
I step up to her, not sure how this works for her
species, and place my hand gently on her
shoulder. Or try to. An electrical shock fires
through my arm, knocking me back a couple
steps.


"Wait until I get undressed!" She demands after
she works out the words in English. But she is
already nakked. . . My jaw drops in surprise as the
dancing light around her body simmers, and
then falls to the floor, glittering dully. The light IS
her clothing! It’s not designed to cover up, but for
protection.


I look back to Vage, and she looks a little different
without the light playing across her smooth pink
skin. I tentatively reach out my hand to touch her
shoulder, and this time my fingers touch flesh.
It’s as soft and smooth as it looks, and warm to
the touch. This is the first time we’ve made
physical contact, and it sends a shiver down my
spine.
I realize she is glaring at me impatiently, and that I
still have my boxers on. I quickly disrobe, and
feel my face turn beet red as my limp cockk
comes out. Filled with shame as I am, I have lost
my other desire. If I’m to have a chance at saving
her, though, I have to get it up.
I bring my face close to hers, and she backs
away, uncertainly.


"What are you doing?" She
asks in alarm.


"I'm trying to kiss you," I tell her, not wanting to
explain the need for it.


"You humans kiss. We just mate. We do not
need to kiss," she replies.


"Well I DO!" I say, frustrated. Pulling her to me, I
press my mouth against her soft thin lips. She
doesn’t fight me this time, and accepts my
embrace. I lick her lips, before trying to slip my
tongue into her mouth. I hear her sigh in
resignation, before letting it in, but she just stands
there, letting me do whatever, without returning
the kiss.

"You have to kiss me back," I complain.


"You humans have weird, pointless rituals."
Despite her words, she tilts her head back, and
this time when I kiss her, I feel her tongue around
mine. Or rather, I feel two tongues slide around
mine. One goes into my mouth, and licks around
my teeth, while her other one swirls around
mine. She is definitely a novice, but the different
sensation is nice. I’m shocked, but at the same
time, turned on. I feel my dicckk finally start to
react, and let my hands drop down to her
buttocks, giving them a nice

jmichlins:
are you clusterphobic

nope. Lets just say, i hate being among strange faces, with all the glares and stares, nope. Am allergic to that, or am not used to that yet.

SmartestPopQUEEN:

nope. Lets just say, i hate being among strange faces, with all the glares and stares, nope. Am allergic to that, or am not used to that yet.

for you to make heads turn means you are beautiful

jmichlins:
for you to make heads turn means you are beautiful

hmmmm. But not quite really.

SmartestPopQUEEN:

hmmmm. But not quite really.

i will be the judge of that but sadly am not seeing you

jmichlins:
i will be the judge of that but sadly am not seeing you

ok.

*****


I feel as she does
the same for me, and I guess she thinks she has
to do whatever I do. I’m not going to complain( or why should i?).
It doesn’t take long for me to grow fully hard,
and I break the kiss.


"I'm ready," I tell Vage, while looking
deep into her now fully green eyes.


"I—I've never. . ." She trails off.


"How do they do it on your planet?" I’m
personally curious, as well as academically.


"Usually, when the mate-worthy male gets our
scent, it drives them wild. They take us, and mate
with us several times. I have heard it can be
brutal and painful for the female. We are helpless
to stop them, unless we wish to die."


I can’t imagine what that must be like for her
people; to be in heat, and possibly hurt while in
the act, basically ra*ped. I can’t be brutal, but I can
try to take charge.


"Lay down," I instruct her, and despite her earlier
anger, she meekly complies. As I drop to my
knees between her slender pink thighs, I can feel
the vibrations through the floor. I lean over her
belly, kissing the smooth surface, and work my
way up to her small breassts. Her nippples are
already hard, when I pull one between my teeth.


"Is this a necessary part of your human's
mating?" She asks me, but there is a slight hitch
in her voice as she asks. Is she starting to enjoy
this? I hope so, but can’t be sure, so hurry myself
along.
I look down, and am thankful that her V.hole is in
the same place as a human's (and eerily looks like
one, minus any hair, and completely pink), as I
place the tip of my dickk against it. I can feel the
heat of her sex pouring from her crotch, and as I
rub my member up and down her small slit, she
starts to shift underneath me. It doesn’t take long
for her juices, which are practically pouring out of
her, to lubricate me, and I try to push my way
into her.
It’s no good. She is way too tight, and I’m too
big. For a moment I’m afraid that I’m going to fail
her. But then I remember when she’d shown me
the holograms of her species in this room. I
didn’t pay much attention to the males of her
species at the time, but if I recall properly, they
are even better endowed than I am. If they can
do it, then so should I. I wonder if that is why
they have to be so violent.
I continue to rub my cocck against her opening,
occasionally trying to push my way in. She starts
to make odd noises as I continue to do this, but
I’m not sure if they are frustrated sounds or
something else. About my sixth attempt to
penetrate her, I push harder than before, and am
gratified to feel my head finally slip in, past an
extremely tight ring.
Vage's hands grasp my back, her fingers digging
in, as she cries out. I hold still, not sure if I should
move or not. Her inner muscles start milking
what little is in her, and I realize that her juices are
making my schlong tingle pleasantly.


"Why did you stop?" She asks me after a while,
and I still don’t move.


"I don't want to hurt you," I reply.


"We need to get this done with. Do you want me
to kiss you again?" Her voice is soft, but not quite
emotionless.


"Only if you want—" I’m cut short as her lips
meet mine, and her two tongues snake into my
mouth. I move my hips, and am thankful for
how wet she is, because she is tighter than I had
thought possible. Her inner muscles seem to grip
my cockk in a strangle hold, tightly squeezing me,
while at the same time, undulating around me. I
can still feel the very tight ring at her entrance,
sliding along my tingling shaft.
I soon come up to a barrier, which I assume is
her maidenhead. I break the kiss, long enough to
say, "This is going to hurt, and I'm really sorry."


"Just do it," She demands, resigned to her fate.
I press my mouth back to hers, and it almost
seems as though this time she is hungry for the
kiss, her tongues sucking and sliding against
mine in a most erotic way. I thrust my hips
forward, and break past the thin barrier. Vage cries
out into our kiss, and her fingers dig painfully into
my back, but otherwise she makes no other
movement or protest.
Her pusssy also grips me even harder, and I wait
for it to loosen a little before I begin sliding in and
out of her. With the way her juices are making
my rod tingle, I know I’m not going to last long.
Part of me is grateful that she isn't going to have
to endure the humiliation of mating with a human
much longer.
Another part of me wants to keep going, it feels
so good.
I feel my climax getting close, and pick up my
pace, sawing into her with a frenzy. I pull almost
all the way out, leaving only my head in, and
then sink fully into her. I’m surprised her small
frame can take my length, but relish in the
tingling feeling of being fully sheathed as well.


.*HAPPY SUNDAY, Hope am not disrupting your Sunday sacred beliefs with this erotic scene?*

*kwontinuation*(THE TIME IS QUATER PAST TWO)

Vage is grunting underneath me, moaning into our kiss, and I feel her hands go to my ass, pulling me in, in time with my thrusts. We both cry out at the same moment, as I shoot my load into her alien canal, and I feel a hot gush of her fluids gush over my groin. Her whole pusssy seems to be milking my cockk, demanding every last ounce of seed in my balls. I truly hope this works. I desperately want her to come out of this okay, and for a moment I think I feel something move, but I can’t be certain. I roll off her, lying on my back, on the vibrating floor, and breathing heavily.

"I am truly sorry you had to suffer that," I tell her, my shame crashing back into me, after our post coital bliss. She says something in her own language, and then switches to English.
"That is not what I expected. Your human rituals are. . . Nice."
Her large head turns to look at me, and I can see her eyes are still green.
"This kissing you do is nice, too."

"Did it work?" I’m afraid it’s failed. Her eyes are still green. "Will you live?"

"After one mating?" She laughs, and I realize it’s the first time I’ve ever heard her laugh. "It takes many matings before the need will leave me."
It’s then that I think to check her switches. Her 'Hot' switch is still on, but is it down a little? She crawls on top of me, and I groan. I don’t think there is a possibility of me getting it up right now, even though my entire groin is still tingling from her fluids.
"I have seen your females like this. Let's try this position now."

I groan again. On the one hand I’m glad she is no longer angry with me, but on the other, I still feel like I have doomed her. The males of her species must be some kind of super studs to mate multiple times in a row.

"What is wrong? Do we need to do the kissing again?" She asks me, looking down at my slick limp willy.

"I don't think kissing will do it this time. Human males don't recover that fast, without other stimulation," I tell her.
There is a little part of me that can’t help but wonder if she will do.

Her head coccks to the side, as she looks at me. Despite having no hair, I think she looks rather cute right now. . .for an alien, of course.

"I have seen one of your females do other things to help you recover quickly." It’s then that I realize she has been watching me have sex, and she must have been referring to the other day when Stephanie had given me a Mouth Gig in her car, as I drove us to her place.
I don’t know how I feel about her watching me.

"That might work, if you're willing to," I hedge.

"I want to live," she tells me, but somehow I don’t think that is all there is to it, anymore. She did pretty much say she likes kissing. She slides her body down, until her large head is over my soaked crotch, and her small breassts are pressed against my thighs. Taking my member in one of her three fingered hands, she examines it for a moment, before tentatively sticking out one of her tongues, and licking it. Her head coccks to the side again, as she returns the tongue to her mouth, and examines the taste. I can only assume it’s not offensive to her, because she immediately opens her small mouth, and takes the head between her lips. I can feel both of her tongues moving around my limp shaft, and despite having just spent myself inside her only a few moments ago, I moan at the pleasure this brings me. Her tongues are wrapping around my member, sliding around the length. She must have been watching a lot more closely than I would have thought, because she really knows what she is doing (or two tongues gives her a superhuman advantage), as she starts to bob her head up and down in my lap. It only takes a couple minutes of her two- tongued technique before I’m growing hard again. When she pulls her mouth off my member, her small lips seem to get stuck around the rim, before popping free.

"Now my position?" She asks, and I just nod. More eagerly than I expect, she crawls up my body, and starts kissing me again. I can taste our combined juices on her tongues, and they make my mouth tingle, as they had my cockk. She presses her little hole against my rigid pole, and once again we have to apply enough pressure to break past the initial barrier. I can’t believe how light she feels on top of me. Once inside her, she wastes no time getting my full length up into her slick hole. The tingling starts building up again, almost immediately, and I realize I’m even more sensitive than I was last time.

******

**kwontinuation**


I let Vage set the pace, as our tongues meet and
dance with one another. She starts out slow,
rocking back and forth on my body, and this
time it’s me that grabs her arsse, enjoying the
feeling of her vice-like pvssy sliding up and down
my dickson, my head bumping around deep inside
her.
Vage starts moaning, and I know she is really
getting into it as she picks up the pace. I’m glad
I’m able to at least supply her with some
pleasure, after the mess of a situation I’ve created,
and want to give her more.
I break off the kiss, and lift her torso far enough
away, that I can suck on one of her darker pink
nip*ples. I keep one hand on her rear, and bring
the other one to her left bre*ast, squeezing the
firm flesh in my hand. She starts to moan louder,
speaking in her own language, as she increases
her pace.
When I feel her climax again, her sexual juices
soaking me, I wrap my right hand around her
back, holding her still, and start thrusting as hard
as I can, sucking hard on her small tit, and
tweaking her other nip*ple, not allowing her to
move. Her loud cries of pleasure hit a crescendo,
and then she collapses on top of me as she finds
release.
I pull out of her, lift her off me, and stand up.
With my burgeoning strength and her light
weight, there is a position I want to try. Vage had
whined when I pulled out, but when I explain the
new position, she seems eager enough. What a
change from her initial reaction to my meddling.
I slip my hands under her arms, and easily lift her
in the air. Her slender legs wrap around my torso
and her arms around my neck, as I gently lower
her onto my rod. I actually have to force her
down a little, just to get past that initial barrier, but
once in, she sinks fully, and pleasurably, onto
me.
Her lips find mine again, hungry for more, and
she uses her legs to move her pelvis against my
invading John thomas, while I support her with my
hands under her small ass. We are building a
good rhythm together, kissing, and moaning,
thrusting, and gyrating, and once more I feel the
familiar churning in my balls, compounded by
the tingling sensation everywhere her cum
touches.
I break the kiss, and use my arms to pull her
away, and then slam back into her. It only takes a
couple powerful strokes like this before I shoot
multiple gobs of semen into her. This seems to
set her off once more, and our mutual fluids start
dribbling down my legs.
My arms are shaky as I set her standing on the
floor, and then I sit down with a whump. I’m
exhausted; more so than I’ve ever been from
Vage's white light.


"That was good!" I hear the alien say cheerfully,
the dual tones of her voice sounding melodic.


"Whenever I've seen our species mate, it’s never
like that. The male just takes the female however
he wants, and the female is helpless. I have been
told my whole life that it will be painful, and
necessary. But this is something beautiful!"
I crack my eyes open as I look up at her. Her
bre*asts are heaving on her chest, and her small
mouth is lifted in a smile, as she regards me.


"What position do you want to try next?" I groan
as I hear her ask me this. I’m in no condition to
try again, unless she wants me dead before the Bokoharam invades my Planet.


"Is it even working?" I ask, as I close my eyes
again.
She is quiet for a moment, and I open my eyes
to see she is typing again on her invisible screen.
After a moment she gives me the answer.


"Yes, it looks like it is. The need has lessened in
me, but there are still several more matings
required before I will be done." She smiles down
at me and says, "Won't that be fun?"


Kill me, kill me now, I think. There is no way I’m
going to survive this.
But I’m wrong. Vage uses her greenish-yellow
healing light on me, and I’m soon back inside her,
doggy-style, making her moan and scream in
her own language, full of vigor once more, and
getting more sensitive, as well.
By the time she is no longer in heat, I have lost
track of how many times we coupled.
Sometimes she uses her mouth, and sometimes
she uses the healing light to rejuvenate me. I’m
fairly certain the last time had been unnecessary,
and just for her pleasure, as her eyes had gone
completely back to silver by then.
I've learned my lesson though: don't mess with
an alien's physiology, unless I’m prepared for the
consequences.

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Thanks for dropping by to read my work.
Been typing since. Gat to rest my sweaty fingers for now.

Nice work dear. You're good

dimssy:
Nice work dear. You're good

thanks for the compliment

great update. What sort of breed will be the offspring in case she became pregnant