Message-ID: <12646eli$9807012259@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Libsoc_Navigator" Subject: Genesis [ScFi MMF FF bi anal exhi mc] (1/100) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6nduvl$hdt$1@hermes.is.co.za> Disclaimer and Copyright Notice: This story is intended to be viewed by adult audiences who are over the age of 21 years and who wish to view explicit and/or alternative modes or forms of sexuality or sexual activity detailed and described. If this does NOT describe you or if this kind of material is illegal in your jurisdiction or offensive to you, then DO NOT READ FURTHER AND DELETE THE CONTENTS OF THIS MESSAGE immediately. You have been warned ! 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Prologue: Ground Zero, Henan Province, The Peoples’ Republic of China, Day -1, 17h14 The small asteroid came out of the uncharted reaches of deep space, a probe hurtling towards an unknown destination. It had begun a trajectory, on what would become the final leg of its eons-old journey that would, unknowing to its inhabitants, take it directly onto a collision course with a small blue-green planet that had not yet existed when it first set out on its endlessly random traverse of the multiverse after breaking away from a planet in a distant star-system. It had been marked as Klein-Haldermann 5 by two of the inhabitants of the blue-green planet who had first sighted it at a place called the Arecibo observatory in Puerto Rico. Most of the planets inhabitants beyond those that took an interest in such matters did not know of its existence or its trajectory. Some did not know because they did not lift their heads beyond the soporific delights of mass consumer culture and were not inclined to apply their minds beyond soap operas or basketball. Aside from this small "elite" the vast bulk of the planet’s inhabitants were too busy trying to eke out a survival to ever have had the luxury of knowing that there was such a device as the Arecibo observatory at all. Even so, it was too small for the scientists there to concern themselves with. It was certainly not considered capable of causing an "Extinction Level Event" to the inhabitants of the planet. Therefore no presidents were woken at 1 am, and no special precautions were taken, even when it entered the Earth’s atmosphere, sometime late in June 2002. The loud crack it made as it exited the upper reaches of the earth’s atmosphere was heard for a radius of 50 Kilometres. The glowing red orb of what was left of its former self, after it had cleared the abrasive attrition of the earth’s atmosphere could be clearly seen by the Chinese peasants tilling the land below, which they had done since the first humans settled the areas around the Yellow river thousands of years before. They remarked its passing and predicted to each other that it would fall somewhere in Henan Province over the distant horizon. Ellie-May was jolted out of her chair as the remnant of the asteroid, now the size of a large basketball struck the ground 500 metres from where she was seated, involved in the task of pressing stalks of grain in her bible. The book dropped out of her hand, as she looked in the direction from where the flat crack had come. The young men, Jiang and Deng were jabbering excitedly to each other, as they ran towards where the remnant of Klein-Haldermann 5 had struck earth. The teenage sons of the farmer shouted to Ellie-May to follow them, in the broken English which she had spent many hours teaching them to correct, but which now lapsed into the broken pattern of their excited reaction. She stood up to watch them disappear into the distance. Deng Lijun and his brother Jiang reached the smoldering remnant of Klein-Haldermann 5, out of breathe, and paused for a moment. The remnant of the asteroid had struck an outcropping of basalt rock and had shattered open like a cracked nut. The cooling pieces lay scattered like blackened shrapnel around a shallow crater where the core lay, faintly glowing in the dim light of a rapidly falling dusk. Jiang, laughing, strolled over to the glowing rock, casually undoing his fly. A stream of urine issued forth in the dim, dry, dusk light, and splashed onto the fading ember. A fierce hissing arose from the rock as the glowing ember faded in the dousing amber stream. Jiang jumped back as a slight burning sensation passed up his urethra, his piss curtailed in a swift involuntary shutting off. Deng had moved to join his brother, but he was startled by his brother’s sudden yelp. He observed that his brother’s stream had doused the red glow, and the core remained as black as the shattered shield of its crust. Picking up shards as souvenirs, they moved in the direction of the clay and mud house on the edge of the hamlet, which they shared with their family and their missionary guest. They found Ellie-May standing in front of their house with her careworn hands on her broad ungainly hips, and a smile of amusement fixed on her plump features. Brown eyes twinkled at them through horn-rimmed glasses, while her callused, large white hands rubbed themselves together for warmth in the cool night air. "Now, what have you boys found ? That sounded like a pickup had landed next door", she asked, in her soft Savannah drawl. "Miss Ellie, we have found big rock from the sky", said Jiang excitedly, proffering her a shard of meteorite. "Now, Jiang" she said in her best schoolmarmish tone, "we call this here, a meteorite". She smiled at his puzzled features as she took the shard from him to examine it, under the glow of the flickering reed torches, fixed in tin sconces to the walls of the house. "A meteorite", she continued, "is what we call rocks that fall from the sky". Continuing the conversation as they entered the low beamed house, they moved towards the rough table which sat sturdily in the centre of the largest room in the house. From the corner, heat radiated from a large hearth, upon which simmered a large cooking pot. The Lijun family began to take their place around the table as they filtered in through the door. Ellie-May took her bible, opened it, and read a few passages aloud, before grace was said. As the visiting missionary, teaching English to the members of the Lijun household, she was usually given the honour of leading grace at mealtimes. Jiang retired early from the dinner table, excusing himself by saying he felt light-headed. The family soon followed suit, and the usual nighttime calm descended upon the household as each one fell asleep. Ellie-May surfaced from a particular heavy sleep, to the sounds of fierce grunting, squeals and gasping coming from the room across the main hallway. She lay still for a moment, trying to remember where she was. The fire in the hearth had died down to an ember, but, strangely, a flickering glow from the lanterns were coming from the sleeping quarters of the Lijun family on the opposite side of the darkened hallway. A thin beam of moonlight bathed the large table where they had eaten dinner ten hours earlier, in a translucent white illumination. When she remembered, she listened, craning her neck in the direction from which the sounds were issuing. She now heard the squealing sound of a young human female. Frowning, she looked at the luminous hands of the wristwatch around her pudgy wrists, and saw that it was quarter past three in the morning. Grasping her zippo she fumbled to re-light the storm lantern next to her pallet which lay on the firm earth-packed floor. She tried three times before the wick finally took flame, a small flickering beacon in the residential dark. With quick swift movements she tied her plain grey hair into a bun, and quickly drew on her nightgown. Moving as quickly and as silently as she could for a woman of her middle-aged girth she padded across the hallway to the room where the Lijun family slept. "I hope I am not disturbing anyone, is everything alright…", she trilled in an anxious murmur, before the the sight that met her eyes stopped her dead in her tracks with shock. In the centre of the room, on all fours, was the most exquisitely beautiful Han Chinese woman, Ellie-May had ever seen in her life. Her lithe, willowy torso glowed in the fluttering light of the storm lantern, which threw its light over the most perfectly smooth wheat-coloured skin, Ellie May had ever seen in her life. But that was not what captivated Ellie-May’s attention. Grasping the nubile beauty’s perfectly rounded taut buttocks, was Lijun Snr, who was hanging on for dear life, as though he feared that this sensuous beauty was an apparition which might disappear, before the cock that he was hammering in and out of what appeared to be her anus, met its final release. Underneath the swinging rounded conically tipped breasts of the taut young body above him, was Deng, his hands squeezing convulsively the perfectly proportional gourds of breast flesh above, as the young maiden pistoned his rod with her thick sodden channel, the thick rubbery lips of her vulva curling and contorting against the humid skin of his engorged organ. At Deng ’s head, lay his mother’s pussy, her legs spread wide on either side of her son’s shoulders, as the long dark hair of the Han beauty spread in a fan-shape across her lower belly, the young lady’s head dipping to lick his mother’s chamber of heavenly joy. Ellie-May stood transfixed, her fingers clutching the storm lantern, as a heady smell rose from the lustful tableau in front of her eyes. No one seemed to notice her presence. They were too transfixed on their plundering of the young nymph’s body, in an athletic rendering of a sexual ode to joy. The nubile female’s long sinuously thick tongue, snaked out from the oval of her mouth between her perfectly formed soft lips and neatly bisected the inflating vulval curtain of Mrs Lijun’s pussy lips, deftly parting them with neat short back-and-forth strokes, to expose the inner core, into which her tongue tip then dipped. Her tongue disappeared down Mrs Lijun’s cunny. The maiden’s teeth seemed to melt into her gums displaced by a hollow tube of vermilion red flesh which followed the tongue, as a chain follows its anchor. The vermilion barrel appeared to be made of the same substance as the "tongue", except here there were no purple veins on the surface, but rather swirling rows of small rotating nodules, bumps that sensuously abraded and stimulated the flesh they came into contact with. With a shriek of undreamt of pleasure, Mrs Lijun’s thighs rose and gripped the young female’s head convulsively. This did not appear to disturb the young lady’s steady pumping cadence which rippled from her pistoning nether regions to the metronomic up-and-down flowing movement of her delicately rounded shoulders and head. Her lithe form moved in synchronised waves through the steady motions of inflicting steadily rising pleasure on her partners in this enchanted and frenetic dance of delight. Mr Lijun gasped, digging his pelvis into the rotating taut butterballs of her ass as he came in convulsive bursts deep within her rear vent. This did not interrupt the steady cadence of her body as her anus seemed to grip the very base of his cock and pull him forward with her steady motion. In this instant, Lijun Snr looked like a cowboy on a willowy, voluptuous bronco, although it was hard to tell who was riding whom. Beneath her, Deng grunted as his discharge released itself into her finely-honed form. Her pussy rim gripping him, in a similar manner to the way her anus gripped his father, as she lifted his ass and lower torso off the ground with her backward motion. It was now clear that she was riding them both, as her barreled sleeved "tongue" continued to drill into Mrs Lijun’s pussy depths. Ellie-May could see the entire barrel tongue was rotating in a counter-clockwise manner to the direction of flow of the "strips" of rotating and abrading nodules which curled around the outer surface of the tongue-barrel. The pleasure had caused Mrs Lijun to arch her back in a rictus of exquisitely felt joy, her legs clamped around the head of her lovely invader, the heels drumming convulsively on the perfectly sleek back of the young maiden. A puddle of pussy juice was steadily enlarging under her buttocks, as Mrs Lijun’s head and shoulders lifted off the floor in a physical exclamation of sublime sensual happiness. Then, Mr Lijun fell slowly back as the maiden released his organ from her anal maw, cum still dribbling from the reddened and engorged head, his taut testicles tight against his pelvis. The siren continued to clasp Deng’s cock by the base as she continued to lift and drop his lower torso with each forward and back metronomic cadence. Ellie-May could see a long vermilion tube with a acorn-like spigot at its end withdraw from Mr Lijun’s clutching anus, reverse itself, and then plunge tenderly into Wang’s tight nutbrown aperture. Wang shrieked with delirious joy and grasped her slender waist even harder where his arms wrapped around her, to force himself more into her body, as the tube in his bum swelled, rotated, and flexed itself in long hard strokes against his bloated prostate gland. This proved too much for his fevered inner flesh and swollen cock and he discharged whatever remained in his taut seed sacs into the heated body of his tormenting fornicatrix. Eventually, Mrs Lijun let go of the maiden’s head and fell back in a deep slumber, her plundered pussy lips splayed wide open, a liquid shiny gaping gash, evidence of the lingual bliss that had occurred there. The tube withdrew from Wang’s butthole as the maiden pulled herself off his still hard dong, which began to deflate leaving two pearls of glistening transparent cum on his sweatsoaked belly. Deng began to snore loudly. The maiden wiped the back of one finely crafted and delicately long fingered hand across her lower face, soaked by the quim juices of Mrs Lijun and eyed Ellie-May through soft brown doe-like eyes, set in a perfectly beautiful rounded face with soft high cheek bones, and a delicate chin. Her slender neck swiveled as she raised herself to face Ellie-May her soft lips sucking the quim-essence from her slender fingers. Ellie-May feeling flush and light-headed surveyed the perfect beauty before her, from the delicate tracery of her collar bones beneath the flawless skin down the perfectly smooth plateau of her chest, across the perfectly rounded upright orbs of her breasts, with their perfectly conical thick rubbery aureole and nipples, poised at a 45 degree angle at the apex of curving breast flesh, past her slender waist with its perfectly concave belly, with just a faint delicate hint of button, to her perfectly proportional tapering limbs, with their exquisitely made kneecaps and tight rounded lightly-muscled calves. This creature of unearthly beauty moved across the room towards Ellie-May where she wrapped her slender, lightly-muscled, yet voluptuously and tautly proportional arms around her. Ellie-May could see that a light sheen of an oil-type substance coated the maiden from the tip of her midnight blue long-haired head to the delicate platform of her perfectly crafted feet. Her thighs and lower belly glistened with the thicker mucus of what Ellie-May took to be the discharged oils of her vaginal glands. Her vulva was largely prominent, the thick rubbery lips looked as though they had an industrial-fucking strength not found on an ordinary human female, certainly not on the delicate vulval tracery of an oriental woman’s vaginal lips. As she approached Ellie-May the aroma grew stronger until it invaded Ellie-Mays senses as she stood dumbly in the doorway rooted to the spot where she had been for the last twenty minutes, her eyes wide, uncomprehending. "Where is Jiang ?", she muttered, "as the maiden’s sensuously proportioned arms enfolded her in a loving embrace. "Don’t worry, Miss Ellie-May", the sensuous apparition whispered in a voice, the gentle sound of which was akin to the sound of a soft wind rippling across the water of a smooth lake, "he’s right here". Ellie-May inhaling the warm oily aroma of the maiden’s body began to feel a slow itch starting in her groin and a warm flush starting to creep up her body to her heaving chest. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----