Superf***er Vol. 01

I turned and met her gaze again. She was torn; she looked at her watch. "They run like five grand a night...this may be your only chance to see one for free..." She understood that accepting was tantamount to agreeing to have sex with me, or at least that I would interpret it that way.

"OK," she sighed with a sense of resignation.

Excellent...I would soon be copulating with a human female. Now I could only hope that our biologies were similar enough for cross-fertilization. I needed to start making lots of babies, and fast.

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I suppose it sounds strange that I would be so mercenary in my focus on impregnating human females, huh? Well the thing is, when I was out in the desert I got some really bad news. It wasn't that the asteroid was going to miss Earth, or that it would be 20 years before the next collision. No, the bad new was that the next collision was going to be a dark comet—a comet made entirely of antimatter. Your scientists haven't discovered the existence of such things yet, and your solar system has never before been hit by one, as evidenced by the fact that, well, that it's still here. See, when matter collides with antimatter, both are annihilated and converted into a massive release of pure energy. Sure, there would be a humongous wormhole followingthat collision, but it wouldn't do me any good, as I'd be obliterated before it could open, along with the rest of the planet. The resulting explosion would take out all of the planets between Mercury and Jupiter, and given the proximity, chances were that the sun would absorb the energy and go red giant. I was as doomed as the rest of your solar system.

Dark comets release no light, so your scientists wouldn't even notice its approach until it started casting shadows on the planets, less than three months before impact. Even if they somehow managed to guess what it was and could scramble nuclear warheads to try to divert the comet, they would only make things worse, because the energy released in the explosions would be converted to antimatter as it crossed the matter-antimatter boundary—in short, it would just make the comet bigger. Nor would it be diverted by any sort of collision, because again it would be a collision of matter with antimatter. Any material objects it met would neutralize an equal mass of antimatter, release energy, and the comet would recapture almost all of the energy as new antimatter. No, the only way to avert the catastrophe was to redirect the object using a pure force, and human science was nowhere near that kind of capability.

If there were a couple hundred of me, I thought with frustration, we might be able to fly up into space and gravitationally redirect the comet—but there was no way to get that kind of help. I couldn't get reinforcements from my planet because there would be no wormholes between then and now. No spacecraft existed yet to take me to a nearby planet to catch one, and standard light-based distress signals wouldn't arrive until hundreds of years too late. This entire planet had 20 years to live, and I was the only one who knew about it.

That's when the idea struck me. The one thing I had on my side was time. I wasn't going to be able to get reinforcements from my home planet—but in twenty years, maybe, just maybe, I could grow my own, so to speak. Our biology is so similar, it was worth a try to see if we could interbreed. If so, maybe at least some of those offspring would inherit the characteristics of my species. It was completely unethical, of course, to engage in cross-breeding with indigenous populations, but desperate times called for desperate measures. My only hope was to create an army of half-humans that could maybe, in 20 years, avert the planet's doom.

I would have to impregnate hundreds of earth women, and I'd be catching most of them by unhappy surprise. In our biology, females do not have regular menstrual cycles—a rather peculiar evolutionary development if you ask me. Rather, male sperm carries with it the hormones required to stimulate ovulation, so that females only release eggs when they have already been exposed to male sperm. Given the other similarities between our species, I was fairly confident this influx of hormones from my sperm would counteract your oral birth control methods. I would be sentencing hundreds of women to single motherhood, but since the alternative was certain death for the entire planet in 20 years, I felt justified. I'd like to think that if I could have explained the situation, most of them would have assented to my plan.

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Back at my hotel, we went to my suite through the private back entrance, so no one saw her entering with me in her work uniform. She sat on the baroque sofa in the living room area, crossing her lean fishnetted legs and bouncing her boot nervously. I went to the bar, pulled the wine, then found also some champagne, which I showed her and she elected instead. I popped the cork, poured two glasses, and sat next to her with my arm around her. We drank a little, locked gazes, and soon I was kissing her again. I put my free hand on her shoulder, but slipped it under the shirt, still on her shoulder. I touched her smooth skin, felt her bra strap. She squirmed a little; the tingle would be stronger on her bare skin that it was through the shirt. I stroked her shoulder, letting it go a little further south each pass. I whispered "you have no idea how badly I wanted to do this earlier," and let my hand slide onto the cup of her bra. I massaged and gently squeezed her breast, feeling the nipple respond immediately to the microvoltages passing through it. Her kisses became more sensual; she was starting to become aroused.

Taking the next step, I slipped my hand under the cup. It felt soft and inviting. I reached my index finger around until I felt the nipple, then ran circles gently around the areole while holding it with my other fingers. This should have ensured that the tiny currents ran right through the nipple; she gave a tiny sigh of pleasure, so I think it was working.

I held her body close to me with my left arm, kissing her, but with my right I explored further. I pulled my hand out of her bra and felt for her shirt; I undid the three remaining buttons. I pushed the flap away, then ran my hand over her firm, well-toned abs. Then I snaked it under the other cup; I felt it jump to attention when the microcurrents ran through it. I felt her hand now exploring, too—she was finding my thighs, and gently running her hand along them. She was feeling for a bulge, and I saw her eyebrows raise in surprise when she found it. I'm dead average size for my species, but I'm just barely in the normal range for yours—by human standards I'm hung like a donkey. She began to stroke it through my pants.

I stopped kissing her for just a second so I could reach around behind her. She helpfully lifted up from the sofa, anticipating my next objective. I found her bra clasp, and with one hand eased it apart. I kissed her again, but at the same time I slipped my hands under her cups and eased them up and out of the way. I could see her marvelous breasts for the first time. Especially in Vegas, when I see a slender girl with a generous cup I tend to presume its augmented, and while I can't say for certain they weren't, they felt like they were of uniform consistency. Either way, they were things of beauty. Kissing her one last time, I bent over and kissed the nearer tit, stroking the other with my electric fingers at the same time. I licked it lovingly, tracing circles around the nipple. Then I took it between my lips and sucked on it. I don't know whether earth girls are so enjoyable because they're softer, or if my perceptions were skewed by an earth-century of chastity, but this was awesome.

Jessi, meanwhile, kept stroking me through my pants. The changing rhythms of her breath told me she was being further aroused. I felt her feeling around above my penis, and I realized she was trying to unzip me. I sat upright for a moment, and she reached for my waistband with both hands. She undid my belt, hook and zipper, then fished around inside my boxers until she landed the big one. I went and kissed her again while she stroked me and I teased her nipple. I moved to kiss her nipple again, then returned to her mouth.

I felt her pushing me away from her lightly. I sat up, and slid forward. She kissed me, then flashed an eyebrow at me before saying "I don't know if I can handle this much at once," stroking my penis for emphasis. She kept bending over until she could reach my erection. She kissed its tip and licked it.

"All attempts earnestly appreciated," I sighed with pleasure. After building herself up to it, she took me into her mouth. Only the top fit, but as her head bobbed up and down, sucking me, she kept trying to take more of me each time. She was pumping her hand in rhythm down below where she couldn't reach with her mouth. It didn't matter—her warm tongue massaging my hard penis felt wonderful. I put one hand lightly on her head and played with her nipple again with the other. I wished I could reach her crotch, but she was bending over and her legs were tightly compressed underneath her as she sucked my dick. Then I thought that maybe I could reach from behind; I reached in the direction of her miniskirt, and while I could grab ripe handfuls of ass with ease, I couldn't quite get between her legs far enough to reach where it mattered. Well...time to take this to the bedroom, I thought.

I gently pried Jessi off of my dick; she looked at me with a bit of surprise. She was considerable more surprised and let out a cute little squeak when I then in one smooth motion picked her up and stood up from the sofa. Jessi found herself resting in my arms as I easily carried her chest-high into the bedroom. "My God, you're strong!" she said with admiration, instinctively wrapping her arms around my neck even though it was wholly unnecessary. Her weight was to me what perhaps a coffee table book would be to you. My undone pants fell to my ankles; I merely stepped out of them, my erection pushing outwards against the waistband of my boxers.

"You bring out the animal in me!" I snarled playfully. She giggled with anticipation as I carried her to the bed. I bent over, having no fear of hurting my back, and gently placed her down, rather than half-dropping her as a human straining to carry her might.

She sat up for a second, pulling off her shirt and tossing the bra aside. At the same time, I undid the zippers on her boots and pulled them off. I kissed her toes briefly, but she was already pulling the fishnets off. I let her, then I reached for her waist to pull off her skirt. It stuck; she reached back and undid a zipper somewhere, and I was able to slide it off easily. I didn't even realize there had been a thong underneath, but both came off together. She was naked on my bed.

She lay back, adjusting her position and putting a pillow under her head while I ripped off my own shirt. Then I lay next to her as she lay on her back, reaching over and kissing her. I ran my fingers from her neck down to her breasts again, circled a few times, but then continued on my way. When I got to her bikini-waxed crotch, I could feel the warmth of excitement, but she wasn't ready yet. I would soon change that. Still kissing her, I ran my index finger up and down her crotch, keeping my thumb planted above her mons so that there was a current passing between them, stimulating her genitalia. The knob of her clitoris rose quickly in response to my charged finger. I circled the clit with my thumb, then touched and gently pried apart her labia with my others. Her breathing became more shallow, her walls became increasingly damp, inviting rather than resisting penetration. I was able to press my fingers into her vagina, and now could set up the ultimate. I pressed two fingers in and out of her, touching the top of her vagina. In the meantime, I pressed thumb into her clit and rubbed it gently. The wetness of her pussy reduced its resistance to electrical impulses, and so the charges of my fingers could send their microcurrents right though the walls of her pussy and through the heart of her clitoris. It must have been intensely pleasurable, and she reacted like it was. All of a sudden she stopped kissing me and her face got serious, as her attention was entirely focused on the sensations, and she moaned "Oh....oh..." She rocked her pelvis up and down forcefully; I had to work to keep my fingers in contact with the right places to keep the sparks flying. I pulled back to watch her, knowing orgasm was imminent. Her eyes were looking straight ahead but focused on nothing; her brain was nearly overwhelmed by the sensations of my charged fingers providing just the right amount of electrical stimulation directly to her clitoris. "Oh my god...oh my god..." she panted, her pelvis grinding even harder. Then she froze for just a moment, then exhaled "oooooohhhh... ooooohhhhh" as orgasmic contractions convulsed through her entire body.

It took a good minute for the contractions to stop. I pulled my glistening fingers out of her pussy; she was out of breath. "Oh my god...Bill...how do you DO that?" she panted. "That was incredible."

"A beautiful woman deserves a monster orgasm," I smiled.

She wrapped both arms around me and held me close, kissing me with redirected post-orgasmic intensity. But as she did she spread her legs wide apart. She stopped kissing me, then breathlessly said "Bill... please make love to me..."

With pleasure my dear. I moved to between her thighs and pressed my penis past the outer labia. I felt her twitch backwards. "Ooo...go slow. You're so much bigger than I'm used to." Watching her face, I pulled back then gently pushed forward until I felt resistance. Her eyebrows shot up in pleasure. I repeated the process, and got in a little further. I guess my girth must have been substantial by earth standards too, because her genitals were having to stretch to accommodate me. But they did, and by nine or ten strokes I was filling her pussy to the top and able to stroke as I pleased.

"Oh my god... I feel so, so FULL... oh, it feels good..." she cried out as I began to fuck her in earnest. She lifted her thighs higher, so that her feet now pointed straight up into the air, to better accept my thrusts. She gently wrapped her hands on my arms, which were by her sides and providing my leverage fuck her deeply. We gazed at each other as I plunged into her depths. She felt wonderfully warm and tight; I was going to have to be careful not to get carried away and possibly tear the tender tissues of my willing participants. Her eyes were big with wonder—at the orgasm, at the size of my dick as it plowed her, at the money I'd spent on her, on who the hell was I anyway. She couldn't help but breathe heavy at the stimulation; I think she might been a tad embarrassed by how strongly she was reacting. Trust me, everything was fine with me.

I was feeling real good, but she looked like maybe she might cum again. Still screwing, I reached down and placed my middle finger on her clit. Touching my thumb to her belly completed the circuit, and now she got the tingle in her clit at the same time as I was ramming her pussy. Her mouth hung open for a moment or two; she was so sexy, I couldn't help but increase the speed of my own efforts. With just a few "huh...huh..." as buildup, she came again, this time just saying "oh" and curling her pelvis up and towards me. I felt the rumbling deep within her again, pounded a few quick strokes, thrust myself in full depth while the next round of tremors passed, and so on.

When the orgasm passed, her arms and legs fell weakly at her sides. Damn...I was going to have to make sure I didn't wear these earth girls out before I could get my business done. Fortunately, she had looked simply angelic as she came with me inside her, and it wasn't going to take me much more to me to climax myself. I decided I had to go for it, and hoped her body could withstand it. I stroked her deep, fast and hard. Her mouth fell open again and her eyes look up, but they weren't focused on me, they were focused on the feeling. She looked so pretty, so vulnerable as she lay open before me. Her breasts were flying up and down, barely able to keep up with the pace of my fucking. But her pussy gripped me and pleasured me, staying with me on every stroke. I felt the tension rising in my balls. My strokes became shorter and quicker, and then like the breaking of a dam I came, shooting my alien sperm deeply and forcefully into her human vagina. God, I thought...if fucking earth girls felt this good, maybe I didn't WANT to go back home!

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"Are you sure you're all right? Can I get you anything besides a cab?" I was lying in bed, but Jessi had dressed again and was anxious to go.

"No, thank you," she answered, "it's almost four o'clock, and I need to be home before my boyfriend wakes up and finds I'm still gone." She finished adjusting her makeup and sat down by me on the bed. "You wore me out, Bill—if I fell asleep now, there's now way I'd wake up before ten." She ran her fingers playfully through her hair. "Thank you for a night I'll never forget," she purred. Damn, I already wanted to fuck her again. We kissed goodbye intensely. Then with a "good night, lover," she showed herself out and was gone.

I waited until I heard the door click, then got up and got dressed myself, intending to go down and play some more blackjack and make some more money until I got tired. On my planet it's the women that fall asleep after sex, and the men who are wide awake—go figure.

Well, inter-species copulation had gone swimmingly, and my evolutionary advantages had proven devastatingly effective at the art of seduction. I'd done all I could; now all I could do was watch and wait. Would my sperm be able to fertilize a human egg? Would there be successful implantation? I would go back in four days or so, hopefully unseen, and using my infrared vision I thought I should be able to tell if implantation had occurred. Even if that was successful, there was no guarantee that the half-bred fetus would be viable to full term. But I didn't have time to wait until the results of the first experiment were in—I was going to need keep seeding as many human females as possible and hoping for the best. It was up to me to prevent the total annihilation of the planet—only I knew about the danger, and only I and my progeny could hope to do something about it.

I thought about Kent Clark again as I rode the elevator down to the casino floor. Now that I was charged with being the protector of the Earth, we had yet another thing in common. Maybe I needed a comic book of my own. I laughed to myself as I imagined myself on the cover of a comic, partially obscured by the tagline: Superfucker: saving the planet one pussy at a time.

The door opened up and my eye caught a slender, scantily clad young lass drunkenly tottering on sky-high heels onto the elevator, bumping into me as I left. "Oh, excuse me," she slurred, staggered slightly to her right to let me pass, then along with her companion carefully negotiated their way onto the elevator.

I turned and watched them get on. Her legs are going to be up around her ears within five minutes, I thought, unless she passes out first. I felt my penis stirring inside my pants. Well, I thought, I'm going to have WAY more fun saving the planet than old Kent ever did.