About the only way I can think of to begin this incredible story is to quote a famous saying, "We are not alone."
For as far back as I can even remember I have always had an interest in the possibility of extra-terrestrial life. I've never been a supporter of the fact thatbeing the human race are the sole inhabitants of this entire universe. I think that simply because we do not have hard facts to support a belief system, that for most of us, the possibility then simply doesn't exist.
I remember one summer sleeping out under the stars in my parent's backyard. I often did this, and so became accustomed to occasionally seeing satellites streaking across the sky at night. Or in watching when I was lucky enough to be in the right place, the frequent meteor showers that would light up the night's darkness.
On one particular evening then, I was gazing at all the thousands of stars that sat twinkling at me. I had seen one satellite slowly moving, and had watched it for quite a while until it finally disappeared from view. I began to watch what I also believed was another Satellite when suddenly the light, which had been moving, stopped. I blinked, thinking I'd lost it when it suddenly began moving again, but in an entirely different direction from the path in which it had been on. I watched it zigzag as well, and suddenly streak with such speed across the sky that it was obvious it couldn't have been a satellite, nor was it a shooting star as it once again stopped, and then slowly moved away until I could no longer see it.
I sat thinking about this marvelous sight, wishing that someone had been there to witness it with me. But having had this experience simply confirmed for me even then that we could not possibly be alone.
Several years later, I had gone on what I did at least once a year, and that was a camping trip for three to four days by myself. It was a chance to enjoy the out of doors, get up high into the mountains where I had an even better view of the stars, and enjoy some peaceful time to myself. As I said, I had been doing this for years, and in all that time had not run into anyone else camping in the area that I enjoyed going to. It was after all a very difficult place to reach even with a four-wheel drive vehicle, and then walking in nearly a mile and a half on foot after that.
I had reached the hilltop meadow where I had always pitched my small two man tent, made myself cozy and laid out the meager supplies I had brought along to sustain me for my three day adventure, and made my way down to the naturally formed pool that awaited me. One of the main reasons I liked this particular spot, aside from the remoteness, was the availability of water so I didn't have to pack any more than a canteen full of it in with me. There was a small fresh pool that was only about three or four feet deep surrounded on all sides by immense boulders, which served to naturally heat the water during the day. I had already stripped off all my clothing, and gotten into the pond to lounge around and skinny-dip when I heard the sound of something moving around above me. Unfortunately the glare of the sun initially prevented me from seeing who or what it was. Blocking my eyes with my hand, I peered up towards the top of one outcrop of hanging boulders and saw the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life, sitting there watching me.
"Hi," she said suddenly when she realized I had noticed her sitting there. "I didn't mean to seem like I was spying on you, I was just surprised to find anyone else here."
Although I was nude, I remained in the water so that I didn't embarrass her or myself.
"I'm surprised to see anyone else here too. I've been coming up here for years and you're the first person I have ever seen that's even known about this place."
"It really is beautiful," she said. "Do you mind if I join you?"
"Suit yourself." I stated. Wondering then if she had planned on swimming nude as I was, or if she'd worn something underneath. She quickly answered that question as she peeled off the tight tank top she'd been wearing, revealing her perfectly shaped full breasts. She quickly discarded her cut-off Levi's, panties, boots and socks. She stood there completely and totally naked, uncaring or so it seemed, that she was nude in front of a perfect stranger.
This 'vision' then made her way down the face of the boulders, jumping in the last few remaining feet to land in the middle of the pool next to me. She didn't bother trying to cover her breasts from my gaze, though I tried with some difficulty not to look directly at her. We finally introduced ourselves more formally to one another, shaking hands. She introduced herself to me as Darla, told me that she was staying with her family about a mile or more on the other side of the hill from where I was camped. Darla went on to relate how she had discovered this particular place about two years ago, had kept the existence of it a secret even from her own family and friends. Ever since, she had come here by herself at least once or twice to do the same thing that she had obviously seen me doing, skinny-dipping and enjoying the peaceful serenity of this secret little paradise.
As I've already mentioned, she was a strikingly beautiful woman, with long dark shoulder length hair, cobalt blue eyes that seemed to pierce your very soul when she looked at you, and lips that any man could find himself getting lost in.
Along with all this of course was a body that would easily rival any found in some men's magazines, but it wasn't even this that gave her the sensuality that seemed to ooze from her, but the demeanor of her wit, personality and intelligence that was truly arousing. I told her that I was camped atop the small hill that was secreted inside a beautiful meadow only a short distance away. She asked if I'd mind taking her there to show it to her after we'd finished our swim, and I found myself ready to do whatever the hell she asked or told me to do for that matter. Normally I would have been irritated by the intrusion, by being forced to share this particular little place I had found with anyone. And not just because she was drop-dead gorgeous either, but again, it was because of the sound of her voice, the way she asked, how she asked that honestly struck me. I don't think any man alive could have told her "No" about anything she wanted from them, least of all me.
As we floated, swam, and continued talking easily with one another, I had on several occasions taken the (hopefully) unnoticed view of that magnificent body of hers. Her dark areolas were rather large and covered a fairly good portion of her full rounded breasts. Her nipple's hard and extended from the cool water where incredibly erotic looking. And though I certainly didn't feel that she was aroused in any way by my presence, seeing her erect nipple's had had an effect on me that would soon make my own situation a bit discomforting if we were to try and leave this place anytime soon.
I was able to concentrate on just how nice the day actually was, and how good it felt (even being nude in front of a woman, and she me) to be outside enjoying the sunshine. The 'urge' finally went away, as did my initial excitement, and I suggested that we go ahead and leave before it got too much later in the day, and especially long before she was missed by her own family. We soon climbed back up the rocks, but neither one of us dressed. We didn't even discuss it, it just seemed the most natural thing in the world to do. Walking naked together back to my secret little camp sight seemed like we'd been doing it together for years. Laughing, teasing one another, occasionally even holding hands as we slowly made our way back.
Although I had brought along my small little tent in the event it rained, I had pretty much used it as a place to store my things in. I'd already laid out my groundcover and sleeping bag before leaving for the pond, and had already prepared the fire-pit with nice dry firewood for lighting later that evening.
Darla placed the bundle of clothing she'd been carrying on one corner of my sleeping bag, sitting down next to it, crossing her legs 'Indian" fashion as she did. The small dark, neatly trimmed strip of her pubic hair pointed like an arrow towards her crotch where the 'slit' of her vagina slightly parted revealing more of her inner cunt lips than I had seen all day. Once again, forcing my eyes away from her was very difficult, but the added problem I had on an even more obvious basis began to rise once again. I had no choice but to quickly sit down across from her in a similar fashion, dropping my hands down into my lap to contain as well as hide my rapidly growing erection.
"You know Brad, I've been coming up here for a couple of years now, and each time I've wondered what it would be like to make love with someone under the stars here."
Darla looked at me and smiled. "Had she just offered what I thought she'd just offered me?" I wondered.
The sun had slowly begun to settle by this time however, and before I could even begin to respond, she stood up suddenly announcing that she needed to head back.
"I'll walk back with you," I offered.
"Oh, no. That's not necessary really. And besides, I don't want anyone to know you're up here."
Once again I briefly wondered if she had some other reason that I hadn't quite picked up on yet.
"I really would like to come back tonight after everyone's gone to sleep. I'd love to see what the stars look like from here. Would it be ok with you if I snuck back later? You could leave the fire going, and then I know I'd be able to find you in the dark, I'm really pretty familiar with this area now so it really shouldn't be too difficult."
"Sure, if you really want to," I stammered a little saying. "I'll make sure it's bright enough for you to see easily enough."
Once again Darla flashed me a very sexy very provocative smile, leaned over and gave me a quick friendly kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you sometime after midnight then," she promised, and with that, turned and headed once again back down the deer-trail, still nude, carrying her clothes. I watched until she disappeared into edge of the tree line surrounding the meadow, wondering if in fact she really would return later on that night. As darkness began to descend, I began to think about how incredibly dark it soon would be. It was one of the primary reasons I came up this time of year, no moon at all. It made gazing at the Universe of stars all the more spectacular. I also thought about Darla trying to make it back to my camp, even with a fire burning, it would be very difficult to even see it through the thick forest of trees. I could have kicked myself for not at least offering, and demanding that I at least meet her half way and guide her in. The more I thought about it, the less likely I believed she'd actually come back during the night simply because of the near total blackness we'd both soon be experiencing.
The wind soon picked up as well, and building the fire up any more would be a foolish and dangerous mistake. I quickly made a light dinner and settled down on top of my sleeping bag to stare at the stars. The hot day, the swim and the hiking had taken its toll on me, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
I began dreaming, and in my dream I saw Darla, or at least thought I saw her. One instant she was there, in the next, my first girlfriend, then my first lover, and a woman I had once known only through association, but never personally, though I would like to have gotten to know her. Strange...all these women in my dream, passing by... some I had met, some I had only fantasized about, but one by one they were all there, any that I had thought about even remotely sexually, they passed by me where I lay in the hundreds, each smiling, each looking at me walking on. I noticed too, some were naked, some partially dressed, others fully clothed yet provocatively dressed. But still the procession of women continued.
And suddenly I saw Darla once again, the last one in the procession of women who had walked by me, looking down where I lay sleeping on my sleeping bag. Darla came over; lay down beside me, once again nude just as I had been...was again. And I don't remember her taking my shorts off, but she had. And now her hand was stroking me, not passionately, but softly and tenderly with a light feathering touch that was more intimately stimulating than passionately erotic.
I awoke, the dream so real so vivid. Above me a million stars twinkled in the darkness. And I felt her hand on me; Darla was laying beside me stroking me just as I had imagined she'd been doing in my dream.
"Darla?" I said, almost in a whisper.
"Who else would I be?" She responded back, speaking just as softly as I had, as though talking any louder, that the entire world around us would have heard.
The fire had already burned down to mere red-hot coals. It had to have been way past midnight already for the fire to burn down so quickly.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Time to watch the sky," she responded. So we did.
We lay, the cover of darkness nearly so complete that it was hard to make out the features of her face, only the barest of outline's even hinted that she was laying next to me, that and the continued soft stroking gentleness which continued as she caressed my hard stiff cock.
I pointed out a slow moving light in the sky, watching the bright satellite as it traversed along its ordained path across the heavens. Darla pointed upwards halfway up from the horizon. "That's my star," she indicated pointing off towards some miniscule pinprick of light.
I had heard of people who for a nominal fee, had submitted to have a star named after them, and then have it plotted on a star map for referencing and location of it later. It had been something in fact I had considered doing, no matter how many people there were, there were far too many stars to ever worry about running out of them.
Twice Darla tried to make it out for me, and finally we counted out a semi diagonal path down from the Milky Way where I finally located the precise star she had meant for me to see. It was faint, dim against the brightness of the surrounding closer stars, but I could see it twinkling faintly.
"Boy, they certainly could have given you a brighter or closer star than that one!" I stated.
Darla laughed, rolled over on top of me then and kissed me fully on the lips. Her nakedness was soft, yet fiery as I felt her flesh against mine. It was warm, comforting as well as exciting against the mildly cooler air of the evening. Our tongues danced, explored and wandered around inside one another's mouths. Our lips pressed, bit, suckled upon the others, tenderly at first, then with ever increasing desire and passion, the kisses became more forceful, more urgent. And once again, images of women I had once known.
We broke apart her hand finally having left off playing with me and touching me so intimately.
"Brad? What would you say the perfect woman would be? What would she look like for you? How would she behave, or act around you?"
"Why all the questions?" I asked her. It seemed like a strange thing for her to be wondering about after we'd just been passionately rolling around on the sleeping bag together.
"Just curious I guess. But seriously interested too. I know you have known or been with a number of women throughout your life. Why are some more appealing to you than others? What about them makes them different or more attractive to you?"
Again the questions, but I began to answer her as best as I could. Darla asked me what type of breast I admired or enjoyed looking at the most. The shape of a woman's ass and legs, even the size or nape of a neck. Darla continued talking, asking me these things, and I had the same impression of seeing the face's or the bodies of the women in my weird little dream as I continued describing them to her, describing women I had known or even fantasized about. Darla listened as long as I described these things without ever interrupting. Only when I paused or ran out of anything to say, did she speak once again, prompting me, digging and coaxing me to tell her more.
We lay there like this for a good hour if not longer. Eventually I had told her everything, every little nuance about what I liked or didn't like, every little curve, every little sensation I had ever enjoyed or appreciated in a woman.
Once again her hand sought me out. Aroused from our intimate little discussion, I figured that all was fair in love and play, I reached for her, cupping her breast, fingering her nipple. It felt different somehow in the darkness than I'd remembered seeing it. Her breast seemed fuller than I remembered it, and not quite as 'perkily' uplifted off her chest as I had remembered seeing it. Her nipples too were larger perhaps, but as I twirled them between my index finger and thumb, I forgot all about everything else, they were perfect as they were. Hard nubbed, erect, and oh so wonderfully thick, I continued playing with them and enjoying the sensation of them in my hands as they rolled between my fingers.
"Do you like the way they feel?" she asked softly.
"Oh my god yes!" I hissed. Her flesh was so alive, so warm, and yet so hot too. I felt shivers running up and down my spine as I cupped them; squeezing them gently kneading her velvety feeling twin rounded mounds of pure delight.
"Kiss them, suck on them, and tell me what it is about them that pleases you the most."
Once again it was as though I were reliving a dream. Nearly hypnotic were her words to me, compelling, seeking, and searching me out in ways I couldn't begin to even comprehend.
I kissed each erect fat aroused nipple. I took each on in turn between my lips, sucked it, licked it and twirled it around in my mouth with my tongue, savoring the texture and flavor. I bit them, chewed on them, nipped at them and pulled on them so that they stretched away from her breasts. Darla moaned...delightfully so, and I continued, repeating the process over and over and over.
She moved once again on top of me. Only her silhouette could be easily seen in the close darkness, highlighted only by the thin vaporous, nearly translucent light of the shimmering stars above her. She still seemed different to me somehow, though I could not put my finger on it, nor explain it to myself in anyway. The way she felt seemed different, though I had only felt her earlier with my mind. Now...laying here touching her for real in the soothing blanket of darkness, I imagined that what I sensed, felt about her was what was real, not what I imagined of her earlier.
"My ass," she breathed. "Feel my ass. Tell me what you like about it, how it feels to you. Tell me what thoughts, what desires it produces for you in your mind while you touch it."
I told her then how I could almost see myself, hands clasping and clenching her ass cheeks. I could see me, behind her, fucking into her, impaled in the depths of her from behind as I slapped into her this way, my balls slapping her ass with each piston like stroke of my cock inside her.
I realized what I was saying, how I was saying it. Surprised that I had gotten so vulgar in my descriptions to her, but as my arousal grew, so did my passion and my lusty desire to express myself, my ever growing need for her chasing away any inhibitions I may have had. Darla somehow knew this, was drawing it out of me with every question, with every prompting searching question. She provoked within me the images that I had grown up with, women I had seen in men's magazines, X-rated films, women I had merely worked with, though had spent more than a brief few moments thinking about in sexual ways though I had never once acted on them or ever made them aware of the fact that I had. Each time I envisioned a supple well rounded breast, or a nicely pear-shaped tit, or a certain curvature of a woman's ass, or the sensual, sexy tummy of a woman who was imperfect...even this aroused me and excited me far more than a woman who's stomach was tighter and firmer than mine ever had been, or would ever hope to be again. These are the thoughts that flew through my mind, and these are the images I shared with Darla as on and on we went in our discussion and in our continued caresses and lingering touches over one another's bodies, minds, and souls.
As time passed, so did the intensity with which we touched, or how we touched one another. She asked me specifics on what strokes I liked best, how I felt when I pleasured myself, what was it that I did, and how I did it. As dark as it was, she asked me to show her. I began playing with myself for her, pleasing myself as I so often did whenever I was alone, her hand still resting atop mine, so lightly that I didn't even know for sure if it was still there. Darla followed me with her own hand, felt me, as I touched myself, the way I caressed and played with my balls, palmed my shaft, or finger cupped the knob of my cock to squeeze and pleasure it, producing lubrications with which I could continue my pleasuring.
Darla took over at some point. I felt her hand begin to seriously explore me. Eerily, it was as though I were doing it myself. Her touch was near perfect as to what I did, or had ever done. She perfected the sensations, teased me and aroused me to a point where I had to do something or I would all too soon climax.
Once again I rolled her beneath me. I re-explored her breasts, that lingering thought of how differently they seemed to feel to me in my hands and lips as to what I had seen earlier in the day. But I kissed and suckled them again with renewed vigor and lustful desire for them, enjoying each one, paying tribute with equal kisses and tastings of her sweet delicious nipple flesh.
I slowly moved down her body, trailing kisses and flicks of my tongue against her exposed bare skin as I moved downwards towards my ultimate goal. I paused at her naval, tongue-fucking it, licking it and kissing it as well. I moved lower still...pausing. The differences about her still there, subtle but enough to give me pause. There was now a slight almost insignificant 'paunch' to her that I had not noticed before, or had I? It mattered not...I was too aroused to wonder much more or care now. I could smell her heated aroma, the sweet musky smell of her pussy, the perfumed liquid that I already knew I would find waiting for me between her legs.
And I arrived between them shortly thereafter. Darla spread her legs, bent at the knee; she somehow knew I loved this particular position. Loved a woman who was comfortable enough with her self to open herself in a widely displayed pose such as this. I wished only then that it were noon once again so that I could more clearly see the exquisite detail of the folds of her pussy lips. But I felt them with my tongue; saw them in my mind at least as I licked up and down her wet deliciously tasting slit. I felt her clitoris, exposed it with my fingers and felt the smooth tiny tip of it with both finger as well as tongue. I flicked at it, my tongue darting out in short rapid thrusts that just barely touched her, then I attacked it fully, hard pressed tongue thrusts, flicking at it fiercely and with as much pressure as I could bare upon it. I backed off, repeating the slow build up, the softer, lighter, almost feathery touches of my tongue upon her small female penis once again.
"You are enjoying my pussy, as I am enjoying what you are doing to it. You like how my pussy is, how it feels, smells and tastes. I can tell by the way you kiss and lick me that it pleases you and arouses you."
"Oh yes Darla. You have the most beautiful cunt I have ever tasted or kissed before. I just wish I could see it better, see you better," I said.
She was silent for a moment saying nothing.
"Make love to me now," she simply, abruptly. "I need to feel you inside me. I want to share myself with you."
I slowly moved back up towards her. I could not pass her breasts by without kissing and sucking each one of them again, and did so. Only then did I find my cock resting at the opening of her femininity, I kissed her once again. Our tongues teased and played with one another, fencing, parrying in an erotic match of thrusts and lunges, each one emulating the sensations that soon my cock and her pussy would be experiencing on a far grander scale.
As though of it's own accord, my cock slipped into her as easily as though it had known before hand where it needed to be, where it had to be. I felt the hot wetness of her pussy engulf me, surrounding my thick meaty shaft in a bath of pure pearly feeling lubrication that sucked and caressed me in such splendor that I fought desperately to maintain my composure, but more importantly, my control.
I have fucked; have 'dicked' many women in my lifetime. It is not a boast, neither is it meant to measure my prowess, or stroke my ego. For I have been lucky, simply because I have been fortunate enough, caring enough, and patient enough to wait. But in all this time, I have never felt, never before experienced the pure sensual pleasure that I was enjoying with Darla. Her pussy was beyond words, beyond my ability to fully comprehend. She sucked my cock as I slid into her, grasped it as I tried to withdraw, milking it with the muscles of her cunt as I stroked in and out as slowly as it was physically possible for me to do.
Darla also clenched my ass, sometimes holding my head or my neck. She bit me, scratched me, and pushed me into her, sometimes forcing me to hold myself still when fully penetrated. We would lay there unmoving, my cock twitching and throbbing deep inside her. She could feel me doing this, as I could feel her cunt surrounding me, sucking at me in the mysteriously wonderful way that she did.
She soon rolled me over however, now she was once again sitting astride me. We had not disengaged at all as we'd managed this maneuver either. My cock was still nicely nestled deep within the silky soft confines of her pleasure center. I reached up, her dangling breasts above me, finding easily her erect hardened nipples. As I tapped them with my fingers, as I rolled them with my thumbs, using the lubrications that I stole from between us, from her pussy as it leaked its juices down my shaft, I took her essence, applying it to her breasts. I took more of her, applied it to her clitoris as well, exposing it with my hand as she continued to move against me, side to side, up and down, rotating her pelvis, grinding against me. Continuously she changed the stroke, the depth of my penetration.
Darla held just the tip, the very tip of my cock inside her, and her pussy lips kissed it, sucked it in that way. I had never before experienced this, never knew a woman with as much control to be able to do this to begin with. Darla mouthed me...her cunt mouthed me and sucked, literally tightened around my prick and refused to release me or allow me to penetrate her beyond what she allowed me to experience. And I loved it, loved how she fucked me, how she made love to me, with me. And I with her.
Making love with Darla was like having an out of body experience. I don't know how long we moved against one another, for me, time stood still. I could see us, the imagery in my mind as though standing off to one side, looking down. The way she moved above me, the way I moved beneath her. I could see it as though I was standing off to one side looking down at the two of us as we meshed together in the orgasmic dance of lust and pleasure.
Usually, my orgasm as I neared it, gave wonderful little signs of the build up and anticipated expected release. That didn't happen. One moment I was simply enjoying the wonderful sensations that my cock was experiencing inside Darla's pussy. In the next, I felt an explosion of such incredible magnitude and duration that I was not only caught unaware, unprepared for it, but I was likewise unable to comprehend how or when it had even begun. I was simply washed away in a pure full-bodied climax that shook me from head to toe, suddenly, intensely without warning. I felt torrents of my juice pummeling the inside of Darla's cunt, felt the head of my penis expanding and contracting in waves of pure unadulterated pleasure which to me was simply incomprehensible. I had known orgasms, good ones, hard ones, near relaxing soft ones of simple stress relieving pleasure. But I had never before experienced any the way I was feeling this one to be now.
Somewhere in the night I heard someone screaming. The voice seemingly a great distance away, almost to the point of distraction as I bathed the ecstasy of this moment. I listened realizing only then that it was me, I was screaming in a deep guttural wail of such pleasure that it shocked me, surprised me, and in a weird way even frightened me a little. But I was so overwhelmed by it, by the intensity of the experience that I felt paralyzed in a way, and in a way I was.
As all the pieces and parts of my body reconnected to one another, I gradually made my way back mentally and emotionally to the sleeping bag where I now lay alone. Darla was curled up on her side against me, comforting me, soothing me. If she had cum, I didn't know it. I certainly couldn't remember her doing so, but then again, it was as if she wasn't even there in a way. I briefly remembered the vast images of so many women at the apex of my climax. All with whom I had been with, all the women I had ever known intimately. I had fucked each one of them simultaneously in my mind; I had spread my orgasm amongst them, but not in such a way as to diminish it, but to compound it in an infinite variety of ways that encompassed me, surrounded me, and absorbed my entire being.
Only when I once again began to feel somewhat human, I reached out towards her, wanting to touch her to assure myself in someway that she as real, that she was still there laying beside me and not simply some figment of my imagination. She stirred slightly at my touch, rising up so that once again the dark silhouette of her form, her shape presented itself to me.
"Are you ok?" She inquired honestly concerned. The tone of her voice curious and questioning.
"Oh my god!" Was how I first answered. "I have never before in my entire life..."
She placed the tip of her finger against my lips to quiet me. My breathing still harsh and raspy as though I had been running as hard as I could for hours on end. Faint streaks of new light barely touched the horizon, hours had passed, incredibly so. And once again I was amazed at my own stamina, at my ability to ride the crest of climax for so long without succumbing to it, but I knew I had not been in control of it anyway. At some point, I had passed this control, this involuntary ability of my body on to Darla. She had drawn it out over such a long period of time; she had been the one to manipulate the sensations, the feelings, and finally the orgasm I had been so totally overpowered by.
"Will you do something for me without question?" She asked me after I had finally calmed sufficiently down to understand her and comprehend more clearly my surroundings and what had just taken place. I would have promised her anything she asked at that point and she knew it.
"Yes," My simple one worded response was about all I could manage, and was all she needed to hear.
Taking my hand, she motioned to me in that simple gesture to come to her. As she once again lay on her back, and as I moved back up to lie atop her, I saw her a bit more distinctly as the sun finally began to rise behind us.
Though she was Darla, in subtle ways there were differences about her. She seemed older in some respects, younger even in others. I was filled with a little awe, a measure of trepidation and confusion. Darla must have sensed my emotional concerns, my growing fears and inability to comprehend or understand what it was that I was suddenly faced with.
"Trust me. Come to me and I will show you."
Once again I was inside her, fully erect, surprisingly so as I had not felt the arousal begin, had not been aware of the change from my moments ago flaccid state to the one in which I knew myself to be as rock hard erect as I had ever been.
I felt her arms surrounding me, her legs criss-crossing about my back. I felt the natural pressure of her breasts against me as well, but her entire body seemed to somehow meld with mine as inch by inch we came together joining in places that seemed to surrealistic to put words or definition to. Once again images came to me, flooding my mind and soul. But they were faceless without meaning and seemed more like manifestations of lights and colors, sensations and indescribable feelings of pleasure and joy...and heightened sensitivity.
Only now, long afterwards can I even begin to explain what it was or even who it was that I had become. My entire body became my cock. Darla was a vessel of pleasure that transcended everything I had ever experienced. Her entire being, her body against mine, absorbed me, drew me into her. I the cock, plunging deep within her depths. She, the pussy, caressing me, clasping me to her, holding me there. We...joined, becoming one another, were one another in a different time and place.
The word orgasm paled in comparison to the reality of what she shared with me, allowed me to discover with her. The raw awesome power was encompassing, with words failing utterly to even begin to describe it. What I experienced with her was more like a cosmic eruption. I was for the briefest of moments, apart of the universe. I was my very own star; my own brilliant burst of energy and matter, a thousand fragmented pieces of energy, each one a pleasure center of such unbelievable magnitude, that Darla could only allow me the briefest of moments to share it with her. Any more than that, and my heart would have stopped functioning, my nerve endings would have burned themselves out, every electrical pulsating neutron in my system would have collapsed like a dark star, a black hole imploding within itself.
Darla had shared with me, had given to me the knowledge of what was for her, her orgasm, her pleasure. I had, as was the only way that I could, climaxed in a flood of juices inside her. But I remembered not that sensation, for it was lost in the overall rapture of what had occurred. My cream oozed in liquefied frothy pools of my spending inside her, that portion of her which was or had been her pussy. But none of this mattered even, it was nothing more than the natural residue, the indication of the bodies natural function to release and expel the pleasure through the one and only means of any outlet that it had to do so.
It was early morning now. And Darla was Darla. At least she was as I remembered seeing her the previous day. I thought then as I looked over at her sleeping, that my mind had no doubt played tricks on me. Her breasts though full and wonderfully beautiful did not have the same shape or contour that I remembered stroking, kissing and touching the night before. Her tummy, Rock hard solid, muscles clearly defined, honed to perfection as though she'd been working out or weight-lifting all of her life, did not have the subtle paunch that I'd have sworn I had felt and kissed last night either. And there were other things I remembered, but none of which could be easily explained away in the darkness, nor grasped now in the sunlight of the new day. Darla woke then, looking up at me.
"You do understand now?" She questioned.
Though I was no longer afraid, I was awestruck, and could only shake my head yes as I answered her. Words coming to me very slowly as comprehension finally sank in, a thousand questions now filling my mind with the urgency to derive and have answers to.
"The star you pointed out to me last night. It's where you really come from, where you live!" I stated with the barest grasp of understanding.
"Not quite. It is where my family live yes, or 'my kind' as you call them." Darla explained to me then the concept of 'family' how it differed from my own rationalization. When she referred to family, she spoke in the concept of everyone of her kind being a gigantic family of sorts, with millions of brothers and sisters all uniquely connected together. She also told me how that she was amongst the first of her kind to have actually been borne and raised here on earth. She worked, played, learned and grew as any normal human child might have done. She did travel yes, as part of her learning and training throughout the universe, having gone home to visit her 'family' from time to time.
But even this I had trouble grasping. So Darla began to explain it to me from the beginning and all over again.
She told me how she had been borne of normal earthly human parents. Implanted within the womb with the realization of who and what she was. She grew with this awareness; knowing exactly how to react, how to behave, and how to develop both physically as well as mentally as any normal human child would grow up. But all the while, knowing that hers was a mission to intermingle, and slowly inbreed the natural order of the universe into the human species. She was one amongst thousands now who were part human, part alien, all of which who had grown, or were growing, working within the framework of earth's society in every conceivable way possible.
She also told me of time travel, how she could leave this world, traveling to others, and other cultures places within the Universe to complete her own studies, her own requirements to learn and develop within the Alien side of her genetic makeup. How she could travel back in time to nearly the same instant in which she'd left so that to all of those around her, her earthen family, she had of course never left at all. Darla went on to explain, that she could if it was necessary for her to do so, come back at the point where she had seen me in the pond, and leave, thus all memory of our being together erased as though it had never actually happened. And that in some instances, this had in fact occurred when situations demanded or required it. But this too had its limitations. Sometimes the travel within and around time was even too complicated to attempt unless it could be done so safely and without restructuring of all that was past, or had been done in the past. Sometimes changing one simple little thing could unravel all that she and her kind had already accomplished, so the risk in these instances was too great to try and tamper with very often.
Roswell could have been covered up entirely. But the initial contact, and benefits which had secretly come about because of it had been advantageous to her 'family' to her race as well. So there was much that stayed just as it occurred, for whatever reasons.
"So are you a woman then?" I wondered. "Are there sexes of difference in your species like we have in ours?"
"I am neither, and both. We can be, or take any shape we need to in order to exist and survive. I grew up as a woman simply because my earthly mother and father wanted a daughter. But I can come and go as either a man or a woman, or a compilation of many."
I understood then the images, which I had seen in my mind. Darla had touched the recesses of my most intimate thoughts, had drawn from them the sights, sounds, mental images and emotions, and had thus created for me a myriad of those women, incorporating them all into herself. So I had not only made love to and with Darla, but to every woman I had ever known or met as well.
"I must be going now," she announced suddenly. "I have already stayed longer that I should have. I will have to tamper with time a little as it is so as not to disrupt where it is that I should be."
"Then I will not remember you," I stated worriedly.
"No...you will remember. But it will seem as though in another time from now, but not today no."
Even this I could not follow clearly.
"Will I ever see you again?"
"Not as Darla. I cannot do that. But I will come; I will see you again. Perhaps as another with whom you once knew, perhaps as someone else who you will one day meet. So I will come, I will see you again someday. But I cannot promise you that you will ever know that I did."
She kissed me then. And even her kiss opened the heavens for me briefly. She walked a short distance away, her image, her form shimmering in the early morning sunlight. The pink coloration of her flesh slowly changing as did her overall form. She stood a short distance away, skin, now grayish in color, her eyes, extremely large, dark coal black, looking a little remorseful, a little sad as she turned. Her mouth, as small as it was, seemed to pucker in a kiss of farewell, She turned, shimmering once again until sparkles of light and effervescence claimed her and dissolved her almost magically.
The small glowing ball of bright white near blinding light rose up into the heavens and sped away, carrying with it the woman, the person, the being that I had so wonderfully and so erotically encountered that past night.
I often lay awake now at night, staring at the stars in the sky. In particular one very special, one very distant star.
And I am requesting it to be named Darla. And hoping that someone doesn't already have it named after them.
In the meantime, I watch and I wait for Darla to find me again. And I smile knowing now, We have never really been alone. Certainly not in the way we've thought it anyway. And there are now thousands of Darla's amongst us, waiting to share with all of us the pure joy and perfection that comes from peaceful cohabitation and understanding.
And not to mention mind-blowing orgasms.
