(While putting in some pot lights and crown moulding in a condo, I came across a sensual sci-fi manuscript hidden in a collapsing wall. The owner told me that the previous occupant was a retired astronaut that had travelled to some distant galaxy. The traveller had written a true story based on some sexy female creatures he'd met on some other planet. Here is his story)
*****
The maple tree rose majestically above the valley, its root tentacles having been embedded deep into the mountain peak for over a hundred years.
Penelope used the uttermost branch for a vantage point, scanning the lowly countryside for potential human male mates.
Autumn was now underway, and the proud maple's once green leaves were a kaleidoscope of brilliant oranges, flaming reds and sunflower yellows.
The sun itself remained out of view, not penetrating the thickening fog that blanketed the planet's only freshwater stream.
She could still make out the towering oaks that lined the stream's meandering path. Human males often congregated along its narrow, winding banks, siphoning off precious water with their make-shift canteens, their frightened eyes dancing and wild, glancing upon the ground for approaching shadows that warned of gigantic condors, swooping from the air with row upon row of razor sharp teeth.
Penelope's eyes were also on the lookout for the meat-eating birds, her dancing eyes like two giant saucers, their shiny surfaces glazed from rising steam from the hot springs bubbling below. Condors cared little whether or not their next meal was human or Lorian flesh.
"Coo, coo, cooooooo." She made the mating sound with gorgeous, naturally painted lips formed into a circle. Ever since the plague wiped out the males of her species, the only cocks to be had were from the fifty human males, stranded a few years earlier when their space ship malfunctioned and crash landed on Lorian.
Fifty human cocks were always enough to go around, especially when only thirty Lorian women remained on the planet. Being women, they would go into heat every autumn, their quivering pussies suddenly unbearably horny and desperate to be filled.
"Coo, coo, coooooo."
"Did you hear that?"
"Yeah, another one of those horny tree-hopping babes. She must be close by. I wouldn't mind if she caught up to us. I haven't had sex since a year ago, when they last went into their mating season," Major Brian Hobbs said.
Hobbs wearily eyed Sergeant Wilson and sighed. Ever since the sergeant had come out of his coma, just a few weeks earlier, he'd had to teach him everything about the planet all over again. Wilson had questions and more questions.
Wilson started the questioning. "How long do you figure they stay horny for?"
"Ohhh shit, they'll hump like rabbits for about two months, then suddenly their pussies will shut up tighter than a drum for the remaining ten months out of the year. So you've got to get it while it's hot, so to speak."
"Coo, coo, cooooo."
"Damn! That's sounds really close. If it wasn't for this fog, I bet you I could just reach out and touch her."
"No, they won't show themselves unless there is at least three of us men present, sometimes four. They won't fuck one on one, or even one on two. Don't ask me why."
"Well if they won't show themselves, how can we catch them?"
"They play a game called hide 'n seek. They make that cooing sound, which means they want us human males to go looking for them. Then they will hide real good, so we can't find them. Then, as soon as they've had a chance to look us over, and seen three or four of us they really like, they'll show themselves and dare us to chase them. We can't outrun them so they'll purposely slow down and let us catch them. But if any of the three or four guys chasing them are ugly, they won't allow themselves to be caught. I know some of the uglier guys here stranded on the planet that haven't been able to have sex with them since we crash landed a few years back. Yeah, these babes are real picky, that's for sure."
"What do you think my chances with them are?"
"Well, that depends."
"Depends on what?"
"That depends on whether or not you can get yourself a new face," Major Hobbs joked. "And by the way, try not to stay out in the open for too long. Try to stay under trees or in the forest if you can."
"Why's that?"
"There are flesh-eating condors on this planet. Real mean fucking birds with wing spans the size of airplanes. They can swoop down and pluck you off the ground before you even know what hit you."
"Sounds gruesome."
"It is, especially when you find leftover half chewed bones, dropped onto the ground, from your recently captured comrades."
"Coo, coo, coooooo."
"There's that noise again. Man what's that smell?"
"It's pussy juice. It just drips down their legs during the mating season. The smell is nature's way of telling you that they are desperately hot and bothered. They're amazing to hump when you catch them all wired and horny like that. But you've got to be real careful not to cum inside of them."
"Why's that?"
"Cause you'll knock them up, that's why. They come looking for you if you ever get them in the family way. They can track you because of the sperm you leave in them. And you can't outrun them, either. Yeah, they'll want you to stay by their nests up in the tree tops twenty-four seven, to play daddy full time if you make them swell. I don't know what it is about our human sperm, but it'll put a bun in their oven every time you discharge inside. You really, really, really got to make sure you pull out on time."
"That shouldn't be too hard."
"Easier said than done. Their pussies are really amazing. Really tight and super, super, super sweet. It's like being in heaven. Sex with one of them is a thousand times better than with any human female you've ever had."
