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Only To Be Back After Two Days And Two Updates I Saw...
WELL, U TRY MY dear SPQ Buh Hope It Wont Be ABANDON Sha

ROYH:
Only To Be Back After Two Days And Two Updates I Saw...
WELL, U TRY MY dear SPQ Buh Hope It Wont Be ABANDON Sha

abandon wetin? Wen no b say she shop sturborn grass..... I trust her die

Hey Liz, gud worK so Far..... Thumbs up... With the way yhu've Remixed and Rewrite everything? Its a Wow Job... It seems far better than in the Ancient script..... I envy u...

ROYH:
Only To Be Back After Two Days And Two Updates I Saw...
WELL, U TRY MY dear SPQ Buh Hope It Wont Be ABANDON Sha

chill buddy, she's never abandon things be4... Even if she did, she's got a naughty bro, that will steal her script and continue d work.......

SmartestPopQUEEN:
**REMOVED**

why Sis?

SmartestPopQUEEN:
well, lets just say, the real spelling was Rukki (thats the name of one of my asian's neighbour's daughter in Imphal). I changed it because the lady is now late.... Hope yhu understand that little twist Mr?

hmmmm... Still can't belive Rukki is Gone... May her Asian soul Rest in Peace....

SPDAZZY:
Hope this guy will still have the strength to fight this bokoharams after all this romps. Or is that his own fighting technique?

.... Remember the rejuvenating Yellow light? I don't fink so.

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[b]Then I feel Tina’s knuckles, and Loveth gasps, as the blonde starts fingering my sister’s colon. A hand shoves me down hard, and Loveth looks at me with a wild hunger in her eyes. Her hips thrust with a renewed intensity, but she never breaks her lust filled gaze with me.

‘Cum for me, little brother,’ I see her words super-imposed across my vision. ‘I need to feel you shooting deep inside me. Cum and make me cum while one of your girlfriend’s fingers my a*ss.’ Her fingernails start to dig into my chest, while her cunny demand’s my seed, but I’m still worried about getting her pregnant.

“I’m on the pill, now,” she says aloud, then, ‘Cum in my tight hole now! I’m cumming!’

This time, as her inner muscles grip and pull my rod, and Loveth shakes and shudders above me, I loose my ejaculate deep into her womb. I’ve held off my own pleasure for so long, that when it finally hits, it’s like a mountain diving into an ocean of utter bliss. Wave after wave of ecstatic ecstasy flows from my head, down to my abdomen, and pure flame, jets from my loins into my perverted Loveth.

I don’t know how long I lay there, shooting, or even how much I leave in her, but as I reopen my eyes, I notice the yellow light is already on me, and my still hard member is firmly seated within Varand.
When did that happen? The alien’s back is to me, but her hips are rocking back and forth, while Tina stands in front of her, hands on the back of Varand’s head. From the look of bliss on Tina’s face, Varand really knows how to use her two tongues.

Glancing around, I see Loveth off to the side, scooping my cum from within her, and sucking her fingers clean. Stephanie and Vage are making out, rubbing their bodies against each other.

Varand’s alien canal grips my pr*ck hard, and I moan as her tingling juices sluice out of her. Leaning up, I slip my hands under her arms, and lean back. I grip a br**st in each hand, and move my hips against her, truly enjoying the sensations her juices make as they trickle down my Bazooka.

I see Tina glaring at me for taking away her source of pleasure, and just to be contrary, I stick my tongue out at her. Her glare deepens, and then turns to a smile.

I watch warily, still forking the moaning alien, as Tina walks over to Loveth, then Stephanie and Vage. A moment later, Vage gets up, and walks over to the other women. All five of them start rubbing against each other, slipping fingers into holes, tongues into other locations, and basically becoming one mass of moaning female bodies.


Tina is on her hands and knees, sucking out what little is left of my semen from Stephanie. She takes just a long enough break to turn to me, and stick out her tongue, before turning back to her moaning meal.

Laughing at a well played ploy, I notice her give a nice little shake to her behind, and know the invitation is there. I’ve already enjoyed her pussee numerous times today, and I’m not going to pass up a shot at her tight a*ss.

My bazooka is still tingling from Varand’s slick fluids, and I poke my head into her puckered an*us. She grunts for a second, and then shoves back hard, taking my whole length into her colon.

I can only imagine what Varand’s juices are doing for her.

Thus goes the night, for quite a few hours. At some point, I think it was Stephanie, the gravity in our room is turned off, adding a whole new level to our enjoyment.


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The sun is just rising, as Vage’s ship hovers on the edge of the atmosphere. I avail myself of the interesting, alien cleansing utilities. I step into a tube, and just like in some of the Jetson’s episodes, I suddenly find myself clean and feeling slightly refreshed.

“Oh, Sh*t,” Stephanie pouts. “What fun is that, if you can’t fool around in there?”

We both look at my limp and lifeless Bazooka, and burst out laughing. I’m going to need a week to recover from last night, much less the rest of yesterday!

While Stephanie gets clean, I go in to spend some time with my kids. I realize how busy I’ve been, and regret the time I could have been learning about this new species. I’ve been so busy though, and I know nothing of being a father.


“They are strong,” Vage’s voice says behind me, and I turn to look at her. It’s rare when she chooses to speak my language.

“They’ll live?” I ask, suddenly not sure I want to hear the answer.

She looks to them for awhile, and I know she is formulating her response. “Whatever you did for them, made them very strong.” The way she says that seems odd, and I look to the six forms again. Have they already grown? I sense for their life, and just as had happened on the day they’d been born, I can sense it strong and vibrant. Their ‘life’ switch is fully on, and I almost get the impression that it’s straining to move even more, but how can you be more alive, than. . . well, alive?

“Do they have any names, yet?” I ask Vage, wondering why it never occurred to me to ask before.


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PrinceOFprince:
Hey Liz, gud worK so Far..... Thumbs up... With the way yhu've Remixed and Rewrite everything? Its a Wow Job... It seems far better than in the Ancient script..... I envy u...

envy? Thats noted!

PrinceOFprince:
why Sis?

seconded

PrinceOFprince:
hmmmm... Still can't belive Rukki is Gone... May her Asian soul Rest in Peace....

hmmmm..... Seconded

SmartestPopQUEEN:
.... Remember the rejuvenating Yellow light? I don't fink so.

i dey try reason how those alien pussee go be around my nozzle.,.i envy Nick o! Shai... Pussee evrywia... Just dey fork anytin forkable....... Enjoyment thinz!

Happy Sunday

Those children of unmarried parents, I pity dem shaa

TheBlessedMAN:
abandon wetin? Wen no b say she shop sturborn grass..... I trust her die

lolz, True Talk... Even If She Did, PrinceOFPrince Can Do The Work (STEAL SCRIPT) ...
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So Do Not Try To Excape From Us And Continue D Story GenGentically...

So were was rukki in all dis action.

missuniverse:
Happy Sunday Fam
Those children of unmarried parents, I pity dem shaa

yhu mean?....

ROYH:
lolz, True Talk... Even If She Did, PrinceOFPrince Can Do The Work (STEAL SCRIPT) ...
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So Do Not Try To Excape From Us And Continue D Story GenGentically...

.... Nooo... Not atall..... I will never abandon this work... Relax.,. THEBLESSEDMAN

ROYH:
lolz, True Talk... Even If She Did, PrinceOFPrince Can Do The Work (STEAL SCRIPT) ...
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So Do Not Try To Excape From Us And Continue D Story GenGentically...

.... Nooo... Not atall..... I will never abandon this work... Relax.,. THEBLESSEDMAN..

Fidelismaria:
So were was rukki in all dis action.

yhu will find out soon....

SmartestPopQUEEN:
yhu mean?....

Emma and Ella

SmartestPopQUEEN:
******CONT******
"Freaky idiot," Dan yelled, but turned
tail, and followed the yellowish
trail out of the cafeteria.
It wasn't until I sat down, that I
realized my switches were
working again, and my anger
fled. A second later, the pain
struck and everything went
black.
* * *
Soft talking brought me out of a
dreamless sleep, and I looked
around. Under me was a stiff
mattress, with white sheets. A
white curtain hung from the
ceiling, and everything seemed to
be white around me. I've died, I
figured, and let my head drop
back to the pillow. I overused my
ability, and it killed me.
"I see you finally woke up," a soft
feminine voice sounded, and I
looked up to see old Mrs. Stilinski( i got that name from the seasonal film TEENWOLF. Asin stiles stilinski),
her grey hair tucked neatly into a
bun on the back of her head, and
her large smock hugging tightly
to her massive frame.
"Wh-What happaened?" I asked,
finding my throat dry. Not dead
then, I realized. Mrs. Stilinski
looked nothing like an angel.
"I was hoping you could tell me."
Mrs. Stilinski, the campus nurse,
was a nice enough woman, I had
heard, but this was the first time
I'd had to come here. The lights
flickered as she spoke, and I
wondered if the storm was still
going strong outside.
I just shook my head and lay
back down. She kept an eye on
me for another hour, before
releasing me, telling me I should
see a doctor when I got the
chance.
Leaving her office, I noted that
my head no longer hurt, and
remembering the look on
Richard's face as he ran away
brought a smile to my face.
Hopefully I wouldn't have to deal
with him again.
Checking my watch, I saw that I
had already missed half my last
class of the day, and just decided
to go home, and get ready for
work tonight.
The drive home took nearly as
long as the drive to school this
morning, the storm had gotten
worse, and I noticed more than a
couple cars had slid off the slick
road. I took my sweet time, and
made it back to my apartment
safely.
Walking into my room, I plopped
myself down on my bed, and
braced myself, before trying to
mentally turn off the light. The
pain hit me almost immediately,
but it was duller than it had been
this morning. Either I was getting
used to it, or it wasn't as bad.
Better yet, the light had turned
off, and I was still conscious.
The power flickered a few more
times as I dressed for work, and
I wondered if the restaurant
would still be open in this storm.
Deciding that I was better safe
than sorry, I called my boss. He
informed me in no uncertain
terms that I was either to show
up for work, or I could find a
new job. I cursed him soundly, as
I trudged through the now forming snow to
my car, and even louder as my
car slid more than drove down
the slippery roads.
I was ten minutes late, when I
walked through the door.
"Where the hell have you been?"
Thundered Mikel (Don't call
him John Obi ) Scott my boss. He
was a big bull of a man, and ran
this restaurant with an iron fist.
He was also the owner's son. The
lights in the restaurant shone of
his shaved head, and I could see
he was already in a foul mood.
Looking around, I couldn't
understand what his rush was,
with the storm blowing outside,
the restaurant was mostly empty,
but I wasn't about to point that
out to him.
Turning to point outside, I
opened my mouth to explain, but
he cut me off.
"Don't blame the storm. You
knew what it was like when you
called, and should have left
earlier to make up for it. Now get
back to the kitchens, and get to
work."
All I could do was nod my head,
and nearly run back to the
kitchens. For a moment I was
tempted to use my ability on him,
but decided he wasn't worth the
headache.
For the next hour, I cooked what
few orders came my way, and
otherwise kept to myself.
"We're out of juice up front,"
Stephanie, a new waitress, called
back.
"It's in the fridge, but make sure
you get one out of the freezer to
thaw out," I told her. I saw the
brunette take one of the
concentrated juice jugs out of
the fridge, and take it up front. A
few minutes later, she returned
and walked into the freezer, only
to come out a second later,
shivering and empty handed.
"I can't find it in there, and it's
freezing!" She walked up to me,
rubbing her arms, and asking,
"Can you help me find it, Nick?"
Stephanie was a new waitress, so it
was understandable that she
wanted help. I followed her back
to the freezer, and noticed that
she had a pretty nice frame. Her
hips were a little wide, but her
waist was small, and she had a
rather nice walk. Normally, all the
cooks see of the waitresses were
their faces, and while she was
cute enough, she was no Tina.
***

Your English is very poor. One of the basic skills one must learn and/or jave before attempting to write any story or whatsoever is proper command in English language.

Drew0:
Your English is very poor. One of the basic skills one must learn and/or jave before attempting to write any story or whatsoever is proper command in English language.

abeg, who be this nursery school english teacher wey write 'JAVE' instead of 'Have' wey kum get liver dey lecture my Queen? Abeg go to school o.. Lo kawe di e si....... SpQ ride on Jor...

Abeg Queenie, no let one person stop u frm doing ur work o... Pls dear, ride on....

so this storyy made FP wow!!! congrats queenLiz

FP @Last........

Congrat My SmartestPopQueen.....
Lizzy Lizzy, na you o

@ smartestpopqueen, I just saw ur work now. Thanks to the mod that pushed it to FP. The joy I felt was cut short when I saw REMOVED on the first post. This was suppose to gimme the needed boost and morale to navigate thru the over 30pages post.

@op, what do we do? As I can't be reading and not be able to follow each post from the story.

From an intending fan.
Stay blessed.

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Atlast.... We made it to the very Front page... This calls for celebration..... Very great... I hereby call on all the readerz frm Genesis.... Oladim001, spikedawson, T.gold, ellagold,3scayp3, botaflica, Rohy, nogodye, and kingphillip etc.... Lets meet at Vages residence, by noon at night to enjoy unlimited Alien Pvssy's....... Queen, u ar also invited..... Am happy right now... 4 u my dear...

Names of the kids should be... loading Queen, Thumbs up

SmartestPopQUEEN:
wow! Have been waiting for this kind of question for like forever ago. Well, i spent the teenage years of my life in the States, before coming back to my fathers land almost 5years ago.
I have a passion for writing, and i love to imagine things in the opposite sex's thinking way. I have wrote a lot of stories on some foreign website when i was in the states, it took me a while to discover this section on Nl. But this is my first story on Nl. I have posted this story on a foreign website when i was in the Diaspora but never got the chance to conclude it. So am posting it here and at the same time doing some corrections and retyping it, to suit the Nigerian Way (just like the use of pidgin when i first updated, and the use of Toto and Origin). Thanks.

. You are indeed a good writer,these story of yours made my weekend...still reading with keen interest...keep it up

Still can't believe, I made it through to the FP.... All thanks to yhu my Wonderful readerz...... I wouldn't have done it without yhu guyz..... Thanks...


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[b]‘We don’t give names to our youngs, until they mature,’ Vage tells me, this time using the Wangers. I only nod, as though that makes perfect sense.

Stephanie walks in, and sees me over the kids, and a soft smile spreads across her face. I think now is a good time to tell her how I feel, but an odd sound plays out, and it takes me a second to recognize the melody from Smallville 'save me' tune.

Stephanie pulls out her cell, and answers it. “We have cell phone coverage up here?” I ask.

‘Rukki,’ is the only response I get, and it kind of makes sense. Somehow the genius has tied this vessel into Earth’s cellular network.

My girlfriend hangs up, and looks sheepishly at us.

“That was Stacy. She was wondering what I’ve been up to the last few days. Oh, and she was glad to hear that you were okay, Nick.” She looks at her feet, and I suspect what she is hesitant about.

“You want to go see her.” I state rather than question.

“What? No, there is too much to do up here,” she tells me, but I see through it.


“Well, I for one, think it’d be a good idea for us all to see our families before those bast*rd ßokoharms arrive.” The look Stephanie gives me could have melted the Antarctic with its loving warmth. She doesn’t want to be the one to abandon the work up here.


Loveth and I are the last to be dropped off, and we’re surprised to see our father’s car in the driveway. We give each other a significant look, before I send out my awareness and find our father’s switches.

“Why do you think he’s here?” Loveth asks me.

“To get his a*ss kicked again,” I reply a bit more confidently than I feel. I’m not worried about being able to handle my old man, but Alice isn’t aware of what I’d done to him, and I don’t want that coming out.

Loveth walks right in without knocking, and I follow on her heels, expecting to hear shouting, or fighting.

Instead, we find our parents sitting at the kitchen table, chatting amiably.

Dad sees us first, and I watch as his face drains of color. This doesn’t go unnoticed by our mother, and when she turns to face us, I gasp.
She looks twenty years younger, and while she’d never been anything approaching a slouch, she could almost give Loveth a run for her money. For that matter, Alice now looks more like my older sister, almost a twin to Loveth, than she does a mother.

“Nick, Loveth,” she says excitedly as she spots us, “I wasn’t expecting you here! Nick, shouldn’t you be in school?”
She’s talking fast, and her cheeks are slightly flushed. I also notice that she’s studiously not looking at dad.


“I had a day off,” I lie easily, still trying to figure out what is going on.

“And why aren’t you at work, Loveth?” Mom asks, almost stepping on the end of my sentence.

“Gee, mom,” Loveth says solicitously, “if I didn’t know better, I’d almost think you didn’t want us here.”

Alice’s eyes grow large, and her mouth moves soundlessly for a moment. Oddly, it’s dad that comes to her rescue.

“Is that how you talk to your mother, young lady?” His mouth is set hard, as if he’s angry, but it’s spoiled by the look of fear in his eyes.


“The real question, dad,” I pipe up, “is why are you here?”


The older man flinches at my words and takes a step back, then hardens his shoulders and glares at me. “Perhaps I should mention our last meeting?” I can see he thinks he struck a point, but when I smile back, his look of triumph turns to one of uncertainty.


“You mean when we found you with your secretary and told you to never come back?” Loveth replies, and this time it’s mom that gets angry.


“Now listen,” she starts toward us, “he came and apologized for his behavior. I’ve decided to give him another chance.”


“Oh, he did, did he?” I ask, raising my eyebrow, and looking back to the man in question. I remember the switch I’d made in Lydia Scott to make him/her tell only the truth. I take a step towards my dad, using that movement to allow my hand to brush against the backside of my sister’s hand, and simultaneously make the ‘honesty’ switch in my old man. “I’d like to hear him say it to all of us. I love you mom, but you’re not the only one he hurt.”
I remember all the days of living in fear under his roof, and doing what I could to stay out of his way. If he can truly say he’s sorry, then maybe I’ll be willing to listen.


Loveth easily noticed what I’d done, and I see her smile maliciously. She has more reason to despise him, than I do. Because the older Mr Smith have never molested me.


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Smartestpopqueen... Pls dnt endeavour to keep it coming gently and steadily... Am enjoying every bit of it..... U are a Genius like Rukki....