The Burning

Claire  & Laura save the world!

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						The Burning

	Earlier that week, amidst the warm tropical breezes, a 
small black saucer shaped craft slid across the smooth ocean’s 
surface, and circled the tiny tropical paradise twice before 
landing silently in the islands’ remote hills.  The little 
creatures quickly established camp in the oxygen rich environment, 
and set about exploring their new outpost only to find it currently 
inhabited by a nest of substantially larger yet technologically 
inferior animals.  They silently observed the various subgroups, 
categorizing their behaviors, and transmitted their findings to 
their excited home planet. After careful chemical dissection of a 
discretely captured male, their home planet approved the release of 
the airborne neuro-toxin that would effectively neutralize the 
species, and clear the way of their future invasion.  
	Claire and Laura were the first two victims affected.  The 
two middle-aged legal assistants were laying in the warm sand of 
the tropical evening, sipping cervezas and reminiscing on the 
lovers of yesterday, when the heard a whisper on the wind and 
caught a whiff of something that smelled like lilacs.  They became 
slightly disoriented for a few brief moments, then spied two young 
coeds and leapt to their feet in pursuit.  The unsuspecting lads 
were caught totally off guard, and after a brief struggle,  were 
completely overwhelmed, the aggressors ripping their swimming gear 
from their trembling bodies and attacking their masculinity 
savagely.  Without pausing to remove their own attire, they 
frantically rubbed their now burning vulvas against their 
counterparts groins in a desperate frenzy.  With only a faint glow 
of orgasmic release, Claire and Laura redoubled their efforts, now 
clawing at their victims chests and banging their helpless hips 
into the sand, while their own breasts bounced unmercifully, almost 
hitting their sweaty faces with each downward stroke.  The coeds 
were screaming hoarsely in a desperate bid for compassion, their 
pelvic bones becoming bruised mush and their bloody chests becoming 
raw from the continued assault.  In a final desperate effort the 
women reached between their legs and grabbed their bruised and 
flaccid genitals and frantically rubbed the discolored gristle 
unmercifully along their saturated genitals.  Totally lost in their 
own fulfillment, the two ladies finally exploded in a fulfilling 
climax, and rolled off of their lovers with sweat pouring off of  
their glistening bodies.
	Laura was the first to notice her lover hadn’t moved and 
was curled in a fetal position in a thin pool of blood that was 
sinking into the sand.  Slowly easing toward his form, she reached 
out to touch his shoulder in compassion only to find his discolored 
genitals in her bloody hand.  She screamed, startling Claire who 
made the same observation in somewhat less time.  About then, one 
of the beaches permanent residents, a mongrel dog with oversized 
dangling teats spied the treat and quickly snatched it from Laura 
almost taking part of her hand with it.  It was soon joined by two 
other strays, and the flurry that followed left no apparent clear 
winner but dispatched of the gristle entirely.  Claire grasped the 
purplish organ to her chest and one of the gonads spurted free, 
landing first on the chest of her swimsuit then falling to the sand 
with a hushed sound leaving a slimy trail of sperm mixed with 
blood.  She began to whimper and reached out to Laura, who embraced 
her warmly, while observing the lifeless bodies of their former 
lovers.  
	They relished the warmth of each others embrace for a brief 
eternity, until the burning returned; slowly at first with 
gradually waves rippling from the base of their abused clitoris and 
moving downward through their inner lips toward their anus.   Soon 
the waves were a continual searing throughout their lower pelvic 
regions, with the unstoppable fury of a runaway freight train.  
Claire pressed the lifeless organ to her pussy, pulling aside the 
swimsuit that was riding in her inner lips too more thoroughly 
embrace its shriveled texture.  But without the support of its life 
support system, it was useless, and she paused to studied its 
unique features closely.  She had been  with men before; married 
for over fifteen years, she had become intimately familiar with 
every pore of her husbands’ manhood, exploring its length countless 
times with every sensuous organ she possessed.  Although she felt 
remorse at this once proud tribute of male sexuality, the throbbing 
in her deepest recesses could not be denied, and with sound 
resolve, she bit into the organ, and savored the texture of a mans’ 
sexuality for the first time.  Before she could swallow the first 
chewy morsel, Laura grabbed the remaining portion and jammed it 
into her mouth, slowly savoring the final burst of blood and semen 
lodged therein.  She gingerly extracted the other gonad from the 
ball sack in her mouth and handed it to her sharing friend, who 
popped it into her mouth and felt it explode with semen when she 
bit down firmly.  The burning was still smoldering, but 
controllable, and they were able to discuss their alternatives 
logically.
	All about, they could hear men screaming, tires squealing, 
and on one occasion, whimpers from a nearby dog.  Men were running 
for their lives everywhere; the slower and more clumsy were already 
victims, and the younger, faster souls were clamoring for shelter 
anywhere.  Those who made judgmental errors were soon swarmed by 
packs of semi-naked women and literally torn to shreds; their 
genitals eventually ripped from their screaming bodies and 
dispersed to quench the ravenous appetites of the islands’ women.  
Knowing they were no longer welcomed by the male populace and that 
the element of surprise had been effectively eliminated, Claire and 
Laura hastily made plans to secure a truck and head into the remote 
hills. 
	 With little effort, they were able to secure a minivan 
from the ravaged and mutilated driver, and headed to the islands 
interior, dodging various mob scenes and swerving past vacated 
vehicles as they roared through the narrow stone streets of the 
resort town.  Once clear of the last cross street, it was  smooth 
sailing through the nearby suburbs where men lay strewn everywhere 
surrounded by hoards of women using whatever part of the still warm 
bodies they could reach to satisfy their burning needs.  Finally 
running out of road near the top of the ridge; they set the brakes 
and hid the keys in the glove box in case of an emergency.  Looking 
about, there was hardly a soul in sight, and the lights of the city 
below glittered in the crisp evening air.  With a brief hug, they 
wished one another good hunting and began to hike in opposing 
directions in search of a warm male body, ripe for ravaging.
	Laura heard it first while she was still within sight of 
Claire, the vague clicking noises that made her freeze in her 
tracks.  Claire then heard the same noises, and they quickly 
reversed direction toward each other until they spied one of the 
little critters and tackled him before as he tried to flee.  
Examining the pale little humanoid figure with an oversized head 
and disproportionate limbs, they snatched his little gun-shaped 
weapon and began to take turns rubbing his body against their 
burning genitals.  The little critter repeatedly squealed like a 
frightened pig and soon two more arrived on the scene only to be 
subdued in the same manner as the first.   During the scuffle, one 
of the weapons accidentally discharged, making everything in the 
path  the beam disappear without a trace.  It all began to make 
sense now, the unusual fragrance, the burning pussy, and the very 
real possibility of total male extinction, orchestrated by pale 
little deviants from another planet.  
	Repressing their desire to ravage the aliens, they 
eliminated all but two of the invaders which they forced to guide 
them to their leader at the muzzles of the miniature weapons.  Upon 
encountering the small circular craft they immediately opened fire, 
causing the ship to explode into a cascade of small electrical 
fires that burned to a few smouldering cinders in a matter of 
minutes.  Then taking the two surviving aliens back to the minivan, 
they proceeded to rape their little bodies; bringing their tiny 
little organs to a full erection, rubbing their bodies between 
their legs until the little creatures were senseless, then biting 
off the tiny sexual organs in a tribute to their conquest.  
Congratulating one another for saving mankind, they kicked their 
victims’ lifeless bodies out the back door and drove to a nearby 
phone, where they called the local authorities with the location of 
the ship and the alien bodies.
	Once back into town, they drove past countless bodies that 
were either dead or totally expended from the effects of the 
toxin.  When they arrived at the hotel, they found more bodies 
strewn about, and after pulling two mutilated bodies from the bar, 
they poured each other a drink.  As if from a scene in a horror 
movie, they simultaneously heard clicking noises again and slowly 
turned around to see the local drunk lightly tapping his glass on 
the end of the bar.  Still experiencing the effects of the toxin, 
Claire and Laura winked at each other then dove on his scrawny 
body, ravaging his loins while taking great care to keeps his 
genitals intact.  He lay there and smiled blissfully, savoring the 
fulfillment of a life long dream.