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============================== INTRODUCTION ===============================
For those born after 1968, "My Favorite Martian" was a series on CBS from
1963 to 1966. Ray Walston played the Martian, and Tim O'hara was played by
Bill Bixby. Their landlord, Lorelei Brown, was played by Pamela Britton
(who had played "Blondie" in the 1957 version of the comic strip of the
same name). Angela, her daughter, was seen only in the first season,
and was played by Ann Marshall.
Reporter O'Hara stumbled across the Martian, whose one-man spaceship had
crashed, while on the way to cover an assignment for his news- paper, the
Los Angeles Sun. He took the Martian home with him to recuperate. He
befriended him, passed him off as his uncle, and had many interesting
adventures. The Martian had many interesting powers, and it seemed, late
in the series, that the writers had to come up with new ones in order to
advance the stories.
Because the series lasted only three seasons, and two seasons were filmed
in black and white, the series is rarely shown in syndication.
But it remains one of my all-time favorite shows.
It also explains the telephone commercial where Ray Walston asks if you can
"call anybody-anybody ... how about Martians living in the US?"
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MY FAVORITE MARTIAN: "The Coming of Angela"
Tim O'Hara walked up behind the on the park bench. He put his
hands on the man's shoulders.
"What are you doing, Uncle Martin?" he asked.
"A little survey, Tim," the smiled. "Do you want to help?"
"Okay," Tim said, and moved around to the front of the bench.
Uncle Martin handed him a pad of paper and a pencil. "Just put a tally
under the color names as I call them out, okay?"
Tim nodded.
"White."
Tim put a tally mark under 'white'.
"Black. Pink. White. White. Black."
Tim glanced over at Uncle Martin. He saw the twitch his finger
quickly.
"None," he said.
Tim slapped the pad against his leg. "Uncle Martin, what are you
surveying?"
"Look over there," Martin smiled, and pointed. He waggled his finger, and
a girl's skirt flew up momentarily, flashing her panties. "White," Martin
grinned. "Tally it down."
Tim smiled and handed Martin back his pad and pencil. "Have fun, Uncle
Martin."
He stood up and walked away, leaving Martin on the bench.
As he walked toward home, he thought about his "Uncle" Martin. He really
wasn't his uncle at all, he was a Martian, marooned here on earth five
years ago. He could read minds, he could become invisible, and he could
move objects by pointing his finger at them.
He rounded the corner, and walked up the driveway. The apartment he shared
with his "uncle" was over the garage behind Mrs. Brown's house. Martin's
spaceship was in the garage, under a heavy tarp.
As he passed Mrs. Brown's door, she opened it.
"Tim, I have a surprise for you," she smiled, and opened the door wider. A
beautiful woman stepped out.
"You remember my Angela," Mrs. Brown smiled. "She's just
graduated from Berkley."
Tim remembered Angela... but not THIS Angela. She had changed while she
was at college! She was wearing a tie-died t-shirt that did little to hide
the fact that she was not wearing a bra, and blue jeans that looked like
they were spray-painted on her long, slim legs. Her hair was blonde, like
her mother's, and she wore it long, pulled back and tied up in a pony-tail
that reached her waistband.
She held out her hand, and Tim shook it, nervously. She smiled sweetly,
and said, "Hi."
"Where's Martin?" Mrs. Brown asked. "I want him to see her, too."
"He's down at the park, doing a survey," Tim smiled. "Nice to see you
again, Angela."
He backed away, and headed up the stairs to his apartment.
...........................................................................
Martin leaned back on the bench, looking up at the sky. He sighed. This
thick Terran air... he wished it wasn't like breathing a milk shake. He
longed to take a deep, satisfying breath of good, thin Martian air.
He closed his eyes, listening to the cacophony of thoughts surrounding him.
Being a telepath had made him something of a voyeur, and even though the
Earthlings' sexuality was somewhat different from his own, he was beginning
to enjoy the vicarious thrill of listening in.
The couple on the bench down the walkway, for instance.
He was thinking, "What will it take to get into her pants?"
She was thinking, "If he'd only tell me he loves me, I'll screw him silly."
Martin smiled. He stood up, walked a few steps to a large bush. He
circled around it, extending his antennae as he walked, and as he strode
around the bush, he became invisible.
He stepped up behind the fellow on the bench, and bent close to his ear.
He whispered, very softly, "Tell her you love her."
"I love you," the said.
She jumped into his arms, kissing him passionately.
Martin smiled to himself, reading her thoughts of what she wanted to do to
him.
...........................................................................
Tim was reading the article he had written for the _Sun_, just to make sure
they printed it the way he wrote it. There was a tap at the door.
He went to the door, saying, "Did you forget your key again, Uncle Martin?"
He opened the door. It was Angela.
"Hi. Mind if I come in?"
"Sure," he grinned.
She stepped inside. "Where's your uncle? I still haven't seen him."
"Neither have I. He's probably still conducting his survey."
"What's he surveying about?"
"Personal color preference, or something," Tim mumbled. "Would you like a
soda?"
"Sure." She sat down in Martin's chair, and put her feet up on the
ottoman.
Tim got a two cans of Coca-Cola from the refrigerator, and handed one to
her. He sat down across from her. "What's on your mind?"
"Do I have to have something in mind to visit you?" She asked, batting her
eyes.
"You used to."
"I remember coming up here because I was curious about your Uncle." She
looked around the room. "And..."
Tim looked at her quizzically.
"And because I had this big crush on you."
Tim blushed. "Angela, I..."
"Hush. I'm of age; I'm a graduate. And I'm not a virgin, either."
"Should you be telling me this?"
"I'm a liberated woman, and I get what I want."
"W-what do you mean?"
"I want you. I want you in the worst way. And the best..."
She slipped out of the chair and slid across the floor to Tim's chair. She
knelt in front of his chair, and put her hands on his thighs.
"Angela...ummm.."
She pressed her lips against his, silencing him. Her lips parted, and her
tongue darted out, forcing his lips apart and pushing inside his mouth.
His hesitation was momentary; he began to return her kiss.
She reached for his hands, and put them on her breasts. He caressed her
erect nipples through the thin t-shirt fabric.
Her hands dropped to his lap, stroking his awakening cock through his
trousers.
.........................................................................
Martin turned the corner, heading up the driveway toward the apartment. He
was still invisible; he was avoiding Mrs. Brown. She made him feel --
funny inside. And he was still feeling good from his encounter with the
couple in the park.
He climbed the stairs quietly. He reached for the doorknob, but stopped.
Tim's thoughts were strong and clear. He was with a woman, and they were
about to... wow!
Martin smiled. He stepped over to the window and peeked in. He saw Tim
sitting in his chair, a woman kneeling between his knees. Her head
was in his lap, making a slow up-and-down movement.
He focused his concentration on her thoughts, trying to get past the blast
of Tim's. All he could get from her was a feeling of ... horniness?
.........................................................................
Angela's tongue was swirling around Tim's cockhead, as she moved her lips
up and down his shaft.
He closed his eyes, laying his head back against the chair, his hands
gently holding Angela's head.
He had the sudden feeling of being watched. Uncle Martin? He opened his
eyes and looked around. "Uncle Martin," he thought, "if you're watching
me..."
Andrea gently on his cock, slipping her fingers under his balls,
pressing gently on the space between his scrotum and anus.
Tim moaned with pleasure, and thought, "...if you're watching me, Uncle
Martin, I'm going to give you a show!"
He gently pushed Angela's head away from his cock, and tugged her gently
upward. She stood up in front of him. He pulled her t-shirt upward, and
off over her head. Her tanned bobbed in front of his face. He
pulled her toward him, on one and then the other tan nipple.
He unfastened her jeans as he mouthed her breasts, and pushed them down
over her hips. She stepped out of them.
He slipped his hands around her ass, kneading her asscheeks softly as he
moved from to breast, tickling her nipples with the tip of his
tongue.
She giggled. "One of us is overdressed."
He stood up, her close to him, kissing her mouth. He turned,
taking her by the hand, and led her to his bedroom.
...........................................................................
Martin watched them walk out of the room, then moved to the door. He
opened the door quietly, entered, and closed it behind him. Still
invisible, he followed Tim and Angela into his room. He sat down in a
wooden chair near the bed to watch.
Angela climbed up into the bed, as Tim got undressed. She reached back and
untied her hair, and shook her head, allowing her waist-length tresses to cascade over her body.
As Tim climbed into the bed, she lay back, lifting and parting her knees.
Tim admired the view of her pink nether lips for only a moment before he
bent down, running his tongue along her slit, breathing her musky scent.
Her labia parted, revealing the wet pinkness within. He ran his tongue
deeply into her, his nose pressed against her pubic mound, and the hard
little clit at the upper end of her flower.
She moaned, breathily, as he moved his mouth upward, pressing his tongue
against the hard button of her clitoris.
He slipped a finger, then two inside her, the flow of her juices coating
his hand. She squeezed her around his fingers, as he continued to
roll her clit with his tongue.
His pinky finger slid back, and lodged against the pink rosebud of her
anus. Her juices were flowing freely, and ran down his fingers. His pinky
began to slide.
"Oh!" she gasped, as his pinky slid into her asshole.
Martin adjusted his position in his chair, a swelling beginning in his
pants.
Angela was quivering. She grabbed Tim's head, and pushed it away from her
genitals. "Fuck me..." she gasped. "Fuck me!"
Tim slid up her body, and kissed her lips. His cock slid into her pussy,
and he began to stroke slowly.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned. "Mnnnnnnnngggghhh!" She began to orgasm, her squeezing his cock so tightly that he had to stop his movement.
Martin reached for his groin and adjusted the position of his genitals.
Angela held on to Tim tightly, and they rolled over. She gathered her legs
under her, straddling Tim's hips. She shook her head, and her long, hair covered her body and Tim's in a golden tent.
She began to move, slowly, up and down on Tim's shaft, the bed springs
squeaking. Tim began to meet her movements, thrusting his cock deep into
her pussy.
Angela smiled softly as he began to breathe heavily, and when he held his
breath, she pushed down against him, taking him as deeply as she could
inside her.
He came, a burst of semen rushing from his balls through his cock and deep
inside Angela's hungry pussy. She leaned forward, holding him inside her,
as she kissed his lips softly.
She straightened her legs, lying directly on top of him, his cock still
firmly held inside her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her
tightly.
Martin sighed, quietly.
Tim heard the sigh, nonetheless. He had been around Uncle Martin too long,
and recognized when he was around. "How was the show, Uncle Martin?" he
thought, smiling.
..........................................................................
Martin got up quietly and left the room. He went into the bathroom and
closed the door.
He blinked back into visibility, lowering his antennae. He glanced at his
flushed face in the mirror, a bright shade of green.
"Shewww..." he breathed again.
........................................................................
Angela got up slowly. She bent forward and shook her head, brushing her
hair forward, then she swung her body around, making all her hair fall down
her back. She retrieved her hair tie, and wrapped it around her ponytail.
Tim watched interestedly.
She sat back down on the edge of the bed. Tim reached up and touched her
nipple.
"So, you want to get together again tonight-- that is, if I can ditch Mom?"
"Sure," he said, smiling.
She got up and walked naked out into the front room to get her clothes. He
watched her ass swaying until she was out the door, then said, softly,
"Uncle Martin?"
There was no answer. He had probably left the room.
He got up and pulled on his pants. When he got to the front room, Angela
was pulling her t-shirt over those luscious boobies.
She bounced over and kissed him. "Till tonight, then," she said, and
flounced out the door.
...........................................................................
"Uncle Martin!" Tim called. "I know you're home, answer me!"
Martin opened the bathroom door and emerged. "Hello, Tim."
Tim smiled at him. "So, how was the show?"
"I will tell you what, Tim," Martin smiled back, "I wouldn't have minded
switching places with you."
"How are things going with you and Mrs. Brown?"
"They aren't going..."
"Why not?"
"I can't get too close," Martin sighed. "Not as close as you did with
Angela just now."
"What, are you to a beautiful Martian woman?"
Martin shook his head. "If I were to make love to Lorelei, it would reveal
my Martian origins."
Tim frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not built like you are. You've never seen me naked."
"Nor do I particularly want to. You're the one into voyeurism."
Martin walked around and sat in his easy chair. "I have two male organs."
"WHAT?!"
"You heard me. You humans have one. I have two." Martin sighed again.
"It would be rather difficult to hide... or to explain."
There was an uncomfortable pause, then Tim turned. "All right, Uncle
Martin, you've got me curious."
"Beg your pardon?"
"Haul 'em out here," Tim said. "Let's see them. I'm calling your bluff.
I think you're just afraid to get involved with Mrs. Brown."
Martin grimaced, but he rose to his feet. He unfastened his pants, and let
them drop to the floor. He pulled down his boxer shorts, and raised his
shirt tails.
"My gosh," Tim gasped. "It's true."
Under a thin patch of curly pubic hair hung a long, but human-looking,
penis. Behind it was a thinner, longer appendage, that ended in a tapered
point. Behind both of them was a human-looking scrotum sac.
"Satisfied?" Martin asked.
"Not entirely..." Tim said, hesitantly. "How do you... umm... how... "
"A brief discourse on Martian biology? Is that what you want?"
"Uh-huh." Tim nodded.
"Well, this one," he said, reaching down and lifting the front penis, "is
used for urination, as well as sexual congress."
He lifted the other appendage. "This one is used only for sex, and is the
carrier of our semen."
"What do your women look like down there?"
Martin smiled. "Very lovely."
"Funny," Tim smiled. "Seriously..."
"They have two organs; one is the pleasure organ... much like the human
clitoris, but it's all internal. That's where the larger penis is put.
For reproduction, the smaller penis is placed in her reproductive canal."
Tim nodded.
"May I pull my pants back up now?"
"Of course. One other question, though."
"One more won't hurt."
"Do you have an anus?"
"Of course. And it's in the same place as yours is."
Tim scratched his head. "Seems to me that the only thing stopping you from
seeing to Mrs. Brown is your fear of being discovered as a Martian."
"Yes. Of course."
"Then why don't you just tell her?"
"What?!"
"Tell her. Show her your ship. Then show her your cock, er, cocks."
"You don't think she'd freak out?"
"You read minds, remember? You'll know how much to tell her at once...
I'll bet she's horny as hell, and willing to take you on, both cocks at
once."
"I'll take that into consideration."
"In the meantime, I want to ask you a favor."
"What is it, Tim?"
"I want you to keep her occupied tonight."
"Ah, yes. The hot date with her daughter." Martin smiled. "Consider it
done."
...........................................................................
Martin strolled down the stairway towards Mrs. Brown's home. As he reached
her door, she opened it.
"Martin!" she said, "I've been looking for you."
"Well, here I am."
"But I wanted you to see Angela. But she's gone shopping."
"I'm sure I'll see her later. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to
dinner."
"With you?" Lorelei asked.
"With me." Martin smiled.
"I'd love to..." she said, but she thought, "I'd much rather stay home with
you, though."
Martin picked up the thought. He said, "On second thought, why don't I
just bring dinner down here to you?"
"That does sound nice," she said.
"I'll see you later, then."
...........................................................................
"See ya, Mom," Angela called.
Mrs. Brown looked around the corner at her daughter. "Where are you
going?"
"Out." Angela smiled at her, sweetly.
"Have a good time," Lorelei said.
"Oh, I intend to," Angela grinned. "Bye."
Lorelei turned back to her dinner table, arranging the two plates and
chairs close -- very close -- beside each other. "Now," she mumbled to
herself, "what to wear?"
She walked to her bedroom and opened the closet. She pushed the clothing
back and forth, until she found the short, black outfit. She held it up in
front of her, looking in the mirror. "Do I dare?" she asked herself.
She lay the dress on the bed, and reached behind her, pulling down her
zipper. She stepped out of the dress she was wearing. She held the black
dress back up in front of her again. Her slip hung down below the dress by
at least six inches.
"The slip's got to go," she mumbled. Laying the dress down again, she
wiggled out of her slip. Now clad in just her white bra and panties, she
pulled the black dress over her head and down her body.
She glanced at herself in the mirror and frowned. She tried to adjust her
bra straps under the shoulders of the dress. There was no way they were
going to stay there. She wrinkled her brow at herself in the mirror, then
shrugged. She pulled off the dress, and removed her bra, then pulled the
dress back on again.
"Much better," she said, adjusting her ample under the black
fabric. She turned, looking at her backside in the mirror. The black dress
was tight against her ass, revealing the cleft between her rear
cheeks...and a very plain panty-line.
She sighed. She pulled up the hem of the skirt, hooked her thumbs under
her and pulled them off. She adjusted the hem of her skirt, and
looked at her backside again. "Don't you look sexy?" she asked herself,
and smiled at herself in the mirror.
..........................................................................
Angela stepped out the back door of the house into the driveway. At the
same time, the door to Tim's apartment over the garage opened.
As Angela looked up, she saw Tim's Uncle Martin emerge, a large box in his
hands. He smiled at her as he stepped sprightly down the stairs.
"Let me get the door for you," she said, as he neared.
"Thanks," he said. "Are you going out?"
"Yes," she grinned. "I am."
"Have a good time, and..." Martin read her mind, and was astonished at the
fires of lust that burned behind those soft blue eyes. "...and don't worry
about the time. I think I can keep your occupied all night."
A puzzled expression crossed Angela's face, but she smiled. She touched
Martin's cheek, and said "Sounds good. See you tomorrow."
He went inside, calling Lorelei's name.
Angela went up the stairs, and tapped at Tim's door.
.........................................................................
Lorelei heard Martin calling her name. She set down her makeup brush, and
took one last look at herself in the mirror. "I think you'll pass," she
grinned at herself.
She stood up and went to the dining room, where Martin was unloading dinner
from a cardboard box.
"Smells good," Lorelei smiled.
Martin sniffed. "So do you."
"Oh, go on..." Lorelei smiled, shyly. But her thoughts were different:
"I'd love to have you sniff me all over."
Martin turned so that the grin he had spread all over his face wouldn't
show.
"I think you'll enjoy this," he said.
"I bet I will," she said, thinking "YOU bet I will."
Martin grinned again.
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Tim opened the door.
"Hello luv," Angela smiled. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Of c-c-course," Tim stammered.
She stepped inside, then wrapped her arms around Tim's neck. "Do you have
any idea what I want to do to you?"
"I don't read minds," Tim smiled, "unlike some people."
"What does that mean?" she asked.
"Never mind." Tim kissed her. She hesitated a moment, then kissed back,
her lips parting to allow his tongue to caress hers.
"Mmmmm," she said, pulling away. "Lets get naked."
She quickly pulled off the tee-shirt she was wearing, allowing her pert,
full freedom.
Tim started pulling at his buttons.
She had her jeans off in a flash; she was wearing nothing under them. Her
blonde pubic hair flashed at him.
He had his off, and was starting on his trousers, his hands
trembling.
"Here," she said, "let me..." She reached for his waistband, unclipping
his pants, and unzipping his fly. The pants dropped to the floor.
She knelt down in front of him, and pulled down his boxer shorts, allowing
his erection to plop out in front of her face. She giggled a bit as it
bounced against her nose.
Tim stepped out of his clothing, as Angela gripped his penis in one hand,
his balls in the other.
"I'm hungry," she said, "feed me."
Her lips slid around his cock, as she drew it deeply into her mouth.
...........................................................................
Lorelei bent over, reaching across the table. Martin peeked down her
dress. No bra.
As she straightened back up, she caught his glance, and blushed. "Oh,
Martin," she gasped, feigning modesty. But her thoughts betrayed her.
Martin read them easily; it was like a searchlight on a dark night: "Just
say the word, and I'll show you everything I've got!"
They ate quietly, exchanging glances and smiles.
...........................................................................
Angela's fingers slipped behind Tim's scrotum, between his legs. He felt
her fingertip press against his anus, her thumb pressing a spot halfway
back toward his cock.
Tim moaned, and his balls tightened.
Angela pulled her head back, releasing his cock from her mouth. She tilted
her head back and smiled up at him. "Don't come yet," she said.
He reached down and stroked her hair. She smiled up at him, glancing from
moment to moment at his scrotum, waiting for his balls to relax again.
When she saw them drop slowly down into his sac, she pressed her finger
again against his anus.
Her fingertip worked its way slowly into his asshole. Tim tried to relax,
to let her finger slide further into him.
When she had most of it inside, she bent it back toward her, pressing
against his prostate. Tim's cock jumped as she applied pressure to the
sensitive organ.
"Oh, God," Tim moaned.
With her free hand, she grasped his cock, pulling it down to her mouth.
She licked the drops of clear pre-cum from the tip of his cock, rolling her
tongue gently around the purplish head.
Tim's grip on her head tightened. "Angela, I..." he moaned, and bucked his
hips forward, pushing his cock between her lips.
He started to ejaculate. Angela's mouth filled with his white semen. She
caught it all.
She pulled her finger from his ass, and stood up. She made sure he could
see her as she swallowed his spunk, and smiled.
She kissed his cheek, and whispered, "Back in a minute." She headed for
the bathroom, her ass bouncing as he watched her depart.
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"I have something I want to show you," Martin said, as they finished
eating.
Lorelei smiled, and thought "I do too!"
A small smile flashed across Martin's lips. He got up and took Lorelei's
hand. "Come," he said.
She thought he was leading her toward the bedroom, but he took a left turn,
walking toward the back door.
Martin read her thoughts of puzzlement. He turned to face her. "It's in
the garage."
"Oh?" she said, a baffled expression on her face.
He led her out the back door and toward the garage door. Releasing her
hand momentarily, he fished for the key in his pocket, and unlocked the
padlock holding the door closed. He pushed the door open, then took her
hand again.
Far in the back of the garage, behind a few cardboard boxes, was a
tarp-covered shape.
"You have a boat?" she asked.
Martin smiled. "Not quite. Stand here."
She stood and watched him unfasten a few bungee cords, and pulled the tarp
back from the object.
It was a dark metallic shape, vaguely wedge-shaped. A small, clear bubble
poked up on top.
Martin leaned a ladder against the side. He climbed up the ladder, and
opened the bubble. He went back to the ladder, and held it. "Come on up."
"I'm not dressed for this," she said.
"Who's looking?" he said.
Lorelei thought, "I hope you are," but she just grinned, and kicked off her
shoes. She started climbing up the ladder.
.........................................................................
Tim picked up the scattered clothing, and piled it up on a chair. As he
picked up her jeans, he impulsively held them to his face. The scent of
her flooded his senses.
He heard the garage door open, and voices in the garage under his feet. He
smiled, knowing that Uncle Martin was showing Mrs. Brown his spaceship.
The bathroom door opened, and Angela peeked out. "Ready for round two?"
.........................................................................
Lorelei reached the top of the ladder. Martin offered his hand, and she
stepped over onto the top of the spaceship.
"This doesn't look like any boat I've ever seen," she said.
"Like I said," Martin grinned, "it's not a boat."
"Then what is it?"
"This is a one-man interplanetary space coupe, a Phobos IIe."
"Interplanetary...what?"
"What you Earth people call a flying saucer. But as you can see, it's not
a saucer at all."
"Martin, what the hell are you talking about?"
He took her hands. He probed her mind; she trusted him, she wanted to
believe.
"I'm not of this planet, Lorelei. I come from Mars."
"Klaatu Barada Nektu," she said.
"What?" Martin frowned.
"Nothing."
She looked down into the cockpit of the spacecraft. "Looks small and
lonely," she said.
He nodded. "It is, actually. And it's especially lonely being the only
Martian on Earth."
She looked up into his face. "Is there something I can do about that?"
He leaned forward, and pressed his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms
around his neck, opening her lips for his tongue, which pressed against
hers with an electric thrill.
She broke the kiss a moment later, gasping. "Martin... let's go in the
house!"
She slid toward the ladder before Martin could move. Her foot touched the
ladder, and it fell away from the ship. Lorelei slid over the edge.
She gasped as she felt herself floating in midair. She turned her head to
see Martin pointing his index finger at her.
She slowly drifted to the floor. She turned her body so that she landed on
her feet.
Martin dropped his hand, as if it were very tired. "Could you put the
ladder back up, Lorelei?"
She nodded, and pushed the ladder back up against the side of the ship. He
climbed down the ladder and took her hand.
"How did you do that?" she asked.
"Just a small talent every Martian has," Martin said. "Let's go in the
house, and I'll show you how it works."
..........................................................................
Angela walked toward Tim with a sway and a giggle. She picked up her
handbag, then grabbed hold of Tim's flaccid penis.
She tugged on it gently, as she turned and headed toward the bedroom.
"Heel, boy," she giggled.
Tim followed, as she pulled his cock like a child's pull-toy.
When she reached the bed, she sat down on the edge of the bed, and opened
her handbag. She pulled out a black object, and handed it to Tim.
"You know what this is?" she asked.
He turned it over and over in his hands. It was a black loop, like a
bungee cord. There was a hook at one end, and a narrow ring held the
center of the loop together.
"I have no idea," he said, handing it back to her.
She smiled. "It's a soft restraint." She put her hand through the loop on
the end opposite the hook, and pulled the ring down, snugging it on her
wrist. She moved toward the headboard of the bed, and wrapped the other
end around the post, hooking it against itself.
"See, it holds my arm like this, but it's lots better than handcuffs...
it's softer, and I can get out of it if I REALLY want to."
Tim looked at her with a puzzled expression. "What do you want me to do?"
She unhooked the loop. She got out another one from her bag, and put it
around her other wrist, snugging the ring. Then two more, longer ones,
that she snugged up around each knee.
Angela wiggled into the center of the bed, and held her arms back. "Hook
the restraints around the bedposts, like I showed you.
Tim moved around the side of the bed, pulled the loop up, and hooked it
around the post.
"Now the other side," she smiled.
Tim stepped around the bed, and hooked the other loop. Angela lay in the
bed, her arms pulled back, looking somewhat vulnerable. Tim bent forward
and kissed her, missing her arms around his neck.
He kissed his way down her body, his tongue finding her hard nipples, his
fingers sliding down past her navel to the blonde-furred patch below.
Angela moaned as his fingers stroked over her clitoris, and past it to the
wetness of her pussy.
"Now hook my knees."
Tim looked up. "Where?"
"Pull them up, and hook them where you did my arms."
Tim pulled on the loop wrapped around her left knee, and hooked it around
the post. He stepped quickly around, and pulled the other knee up and
hooked it as well. He stepped back, looking at Angela's body.
Her knees were pulled up and back and apart, lifting her hips from the bed,
stretching her open. Tim climbed up onto the foot of the bed,
looking through her legs at her face. She was smiling.
"Ravage me," she said, softly.
He bent forward, pressing his mouth to her pussy. She was very wet, and
tasted of salty musk, as his tongue plunged deep into her open pussy. Her
clit was distended, and pressed against his nose.
He moved upward, wrapping his lips around her clit, which throbbed as his
tongue passed over it. He moved his fingers up under his chin, slipping
first one, then two fingers inside her pussy.
Her juices began to run down his hand, and down her crack. His pinky found
her puckered anus, and he pressed his finger against it.
She gasped as his finger entered her asshole; but it entered easily,
lubricated by her free-flowing juices. Tim pulled it back out slowly, then
put his ring finger in beside his pinky.
"Oooooohhh," she sighed. "Mmmmmm...."
.........................................................................
Martin closed the garage door and reattached the padlock. He took
Lorelei's hand, and they went back into the house.
As she closed the door, Lorelei turned, and drew Martin into her arms. She
kissed him lightly on the lips, then again, with more feeling.
"Now tell me about that Martian talent of yours."
Martin smiled. "Stand over there."
Lorelei looked puzzled, but she stepped over to the designated place.
Martin pointed his index finger, and the hem of her skirt inched up her
leg.
She looked down, startled.
The hemline continued to move up, over her thighs and hips, revealing her
untrimmed pubic hair. The dress moved up her body, over her
breasts, her pink-tipped nipples showing now.
"Lift your arms, please, Lorelei," Martin smiled.
She did, and the dress moved up and off her body, and she stood naked
before him.
"How's that for talent?" he grinned.
She grinned back at him. "What else can you do?"
He pointed his finger again, and her began to move; it felt to her
as if he were caressing them, but he was across the room!
Suddenly, the caresses stopped, but there was another sensation, as it felt
like a hand was between her thighs, then higher, touching her sensitive
clit.
She reached down, holding herself, as Martin continued to use his finger.
"Stop, Martin," she said, "I can't stand it any more..."
She dashed across the room to him, throwing her naked body into his arms.
"Please-- let's go to bed..." she breathed into his ear.
He picked her up in his arms, and walked down the hallway to her bedroom.
He set her gently on the bed, kissing her lips and neck.
"Lorelei," he said, softly, "there's something else different about me..."
"You do have a male organ, don't you?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then get undressed, and get it in me. I need you now."
Martin got up and stripped off his clothing. In the darkness of the
bedroom, Lorelei could not see his double equipment. She reached for his
groin, and found the forward penis -- the more human-looking one -- was
erect.
"Yes," she whispered, "that will do. That will do nicely."
She rolled into the bed, onto her back, and raised her knees. Martin
climbed up between her legs.
His second organ was not erect, but hung down in front of his scrotum. But
it was the forward penis that had all the sensory inputs; the second one
was for delivery of sperm... and she didn't have the proper receptacle for
it anyway...
"Put it in me," Lorelei whispered.
He bent forward, pressing his lips against her breasts, his tongue rolling
her nipples.
She reached down, and guided his cockhead toward her open pussy. As his
penis slid slowly inside her, she wrapped her legs around his hips, holding
him inside her, as she rocked her hips forward and back.
She kissed his face, her lips sought his, and her tongue plunged deep into
his mouth. She relaxed her grip on his hips, and he began to stroke,
gently at first, then speeding up as she moved her hips with each stroke,
meeting his movements.
It was hard for Martin to believe that a human female could stimulate him
in the way Lorelei did; her had more muscles in it than a Martian
female had in her sexual tube. It gripped him, it stroked him...
... Martin felt his second organ begin to swell.
...........................................................................
Tim now had two fingers in Angela's pussy, and two in her asshole, while
his tongue rolled her clit over and over with his tongue.
He felt her body begin to quiver, she was coming. He held his tongue on
her clit, as her clamped around his fingers, the orgasm shaking her
body.
He pulled his fingers out of her body as her contractions lessened. He
crawled up between her legs, kissing her breasts, then her lips. His
penis, erect again, started to slide into her pussy.
"No," she gasped. "Not yet... please..."
He pulled back.
"Unhook me," she said.
He got up and unhooked one leg and arm, then ran around the bed and
unhooked the other side. She stretched out on the bed, panting for a
moment, before she started to pull off the loops.
"Now it's your turn," she grinned.
.........................................................................
Martin felt his second organ touch Lorelei's body, probing for her
reproductive canal, which of course, not being Martian, she did not have.
He kissed her lips gently, then raised up. He reached under her knee with
his arm, pulling her leg up, then did the same on the other side. Her hips
raised off the bed as he pushed her legs back gently.
His second organ slid down her slippery slit, and touched her anus.
Her eyes opened. "What's that?"
"Shhhhh..." she said, softly. "Another Martian talent..."
The tapered tip of his second penis started to enter her asshole.
"Oh god," she gasped, "you've got twoooooooooo.... ooooooohhhhh!"
She started to shiver, an orgasm starting to shake her body, as Martin
drove his cock deep in her clutching vagina, his second cock sliding deeply
into her rectum.
Her body held him tightly, as his testicles pumped, semen rushing from him
into her anus. Martin groaned with pleasure.
His second cock deflated rapidly, slipping out of her slippery anus. He
let down her legs, which she wrapped around his hips, holding his
still-erect 'pleasure' cock inside her.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, "you feel like you're still..."
"Yes," he nodded, kissing her cheek, "and it can stay 'up' all night long."
"All night?" she asked. "Oh, my!"
.........................................................................
Angela pulled Tim's arm toward the headboard with the loop, and fastened it
to the bedpost. Then she snugged the longer one around his ankle, and
hooked it around a post at the foot of the bed.
He was now fully immobile, spread-eagled on the bed. His erection was
throbbing, pressing against his abdomen. She climbed up between his legs,
and took hold of his cock, pulling it back toward her. It resisted her;
wanting to stay tight against his body.
She leaned forward, wrapping her tongue around the head of his cock,
swirling around it like a lollipop. Tim moaned in appreciation.
She moved forward, straddling his hips, her warm and wet against his
scrotum. He tried to move, pulling against the restraints.
She leaned forward, her ample across his chest. She
reached down between her legs, and lifted his cock up, guiding it to the
opening of her pussy.
Then she pushed back, impaling herself on him. When she reached the bottom
of her shaft, she sat back, pulling her body upright.
Her clit rubbed against his body, she gripped his cock with her pussy.
He tried to thrust against her, but he could not; the loops around his
ankles kept him from getting any leverage.
She smiled down at him, pushing against his chest, as she started moving up
and down on his shaft.
He closed his eyes, pushing his head backwards; arching his back. He came
in a rush. Angela pushed down, taking him deeply inside her, feeling his
semen pushing against her cervix.
As his jerking stopped, she started to move again, making small circles
with her hips, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock, until she
felt the familiar contractions begin.
She arched her back as she climaxed, her clamping around Tim's
diminishing cock. As her contractions slowed, she collapsed on his body,
still holding him inside her.
..........................................................................
Lorelei was on her hands and knees, Martin's pleasure rod deep inside her
pussy from the rear. She reached down with one hand, pressing her clit
down against his shaft as it moved in and out of her slippery cunt.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, "that's wonderful."
Martin read her thoughts... and grinned. She had some marvelous ideas...
...........................................................................
Tim pulled one hand out of the restraint, and stroked Angela's long hair.
She smiled against his chest and sighed.
"We may have to stop soon," Tim said softly.
She raised her head. "Worn out?"
"No, Uncle Martin will be back soon."
Angela shook her head. "He told me he was going to occupy all
night."
"All night? Are you sure he said all night?"
She nodded.
"Well, then." Tim grinned. "Let's get these straps off and get something
to eat. We've got to keep up our strength!"
...........................................................................
Lorelei lay in Martin's arms, satisfied and exhausted.
Martin listened to her thoughts and made a mental note to look up a book at
the library... something called the Kama Sutra?
"Martin," she said finally, "when will you take me for a ride in your
spaceship?"
He hugged her a little tighter. "When I get it fixed," he said, gently.
"Oh," she said, a little disappointed. "Of course... That's why you're
here, isn't it? You're marooned here."
Martin nodded.
"Has it been lonely?"
"Up to now... yes."
She wiggled up a little closer, a big smile on her face.
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As dawn broke over Los Angeles, two people, one human, one Martian met
again on the stairs between their homes.
Martin winked at Andrea, she smiled back.
"We have to stop meeting like this," Martin grinned.
"No," she grinned back, "we don't."
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The End (?)
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