Dreaming of Jizzy (10 page)

“Come, fill me up! Fill me up with your fat dick!” the alien begged in her strange accent.

Slowly rising to his feet, Rick then patiently walked up and stood behind her. With his dick standing and kicking at full attention, he looked down at the petite alien as she took one of her hands and stuck two fingers down into her tiny little asshole and deeply probed it. With her face pressed against his comforter, she looked back up at him with only one glowing eye as she grit her teeth and moaned. Taking his meat-pole in hand, Rick playfully slapped one of Asha's asscheeks with his rod and looked down on her.

“You want some of this dick?” he casually asked, feeling in control and like a real stud now.

“Yes!” she growled. “Yes! Feed me! Give me that dick! Feed my pussy!”

Slapping her other asscheek playfully with his fat dick, Rick shook his head and answered, “I don't know? My jaw still hurts from that punch you gave me. I'm not sure you really want this dick?”

As the pretty alien growled out in frustration, Rick then saw her reach under her tummy with one hand, and she began busily fingering herself. Now, with all four of her hands around her crotch, he watched her freely probe herself with her fingers in both her ass and sloppy cunt. All the while, the alien's pussy continued to freely spit out droplets, which sprayed the inside of his legs and pelvis, and she growled out and pleasured herself for a few minutes as he just playfully slapped her ass with his stiff dick.

“Give Asha dick! Punish me for hurting you! Give me your strong dick!” she begged in her strange accent.

“Nope. You need to stop playing with yourself. Move your hands away, or you're not going to get fed any dick,” Rick demanded, enjoying the banter as he absently stroked himself.

“Arg! You make it hard for me! Please, give me relief! Please!” she begged in reply.

Pulling her hands away suddenly, the pretty intruder looked back at him with the pitiful expression on her alien face. Taking his dick in hand then, Rick put just the head of it against her little asshole, which since she had taken her fingers out, was yawning at him, as if begging to be filled.

“You want my dick in this hole?” Rick asked, just poking the outside of her ass with the fat head of his dick.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!” the alien growled back at him through clench teeth.

“Or, do you want dick in this hole?” Rick asked, sliding his dick down until just the very tip of his head split her soppy, sputtering lips.

“Yes! Yes! Please, fuck my pussy! Please, fuck my pussy!” she begged, her four hands spread out over her head and gripping his comforter in eager anticipation of what was to come.

As he kept his dick just on the outer edge of her wet lips, Asha began gyrating her hips and trying to back up into his shaft, forcing an insertion. After setting his rod in place though, Rick then reach down and seized her narrow waist with his two hands to hold her firmly in place. He was surprised to find that the alien was so petite that the fingers of his two hands nearly touched one another as he firmly grasped her on either side of her thin waist.

“Please! Give me dick! Give it to me! Please!” she continued to moan in her awkward accent.

Ready to dive into this sporty little vixen, Rick gently shoved his hips forward then, and he watched his head suddenly get swallowed into her soupy, scalding cunt.

“Oh, yes!” Rick breathed, and Asha suddenly called out at the same time in a language he didn't understand.

Closing his eyes, Rick felt like it was so tight inside the alien that her cunt was trying to actually shove his dick back out of it. Yet, at the same time, he could literally feel her squirting and blasting his flesh with her juices as he sunk himself steadily deeper and deeper inside her every second. Naturally reaching back and pulling on either of her asscheeks in response, Asha furiously wiggled her hips, and she moaned out in ecstasy as Rick probed her deeper and deeper each second.

After having sunk his meat about halfway within her, Rick decided to pull out, and as he did, he opened his eyes and looked down. As his wet dick easily slid out of the alien, he watched her cunt spit and spatter tiny droplets of cum all over the inside of his pelvis and legs in response. Like a little cum popcorn maker, Asha's cunt was constantly spraying and foaming around her lips, like a rabid dog.

“More! More! Don't stop! Go deeper! Deeper!” the alien begged.

After a deep exhale, Rick looked down and then shoved his hips forward again, this time watching his prick completely disappear into her foaming slit. Again, he felt her insides rejecting his thick shaft, but that didn't stop him, and he shoved himself forward, breaching her inner walls and bullying them out of the way.

After pulling himself back out again, Rick then began a steady stroke inside her, going all the way until her foaming lips touched his pelvis before pulling almost all the way out again. As he worked her creamy pie, Asha sounded like he was physically assaulting her, as she barked, growled, and called out in some foreign tongue Rick had never heard before. With her hands, she gripped his comforter and sheets tightly and pulled on them, quickly making a mess out of his bed.

After a few minutes of slowly grinding inside her, Rick was sweating and started pounding away on her insides, which no longer resisted him. Though her cunt had given way, it still was exceptionally tight, and he felt like each thrust was like an invasion trying to be repulsed by her insides. Looking down at himself, he could see the many strands of cum, almost like webbing, stretching from her wet cunt to his pelvis and legs. He was now just as wet as her, and he saw and felt many beads of cum dripping down his legs like too much wet paint on a wall.

She was so hot for the action though, Rick felt determined to drill her out to the full extent, and he was soon pulling her by the waist all the way to him and then yanking her back off. As he did, her head flopped back and forth, and her thick hair strands flew around in a flurry as she tossed her head around wildly.

Finally after working himself into a fury, Rick stopped for a moment and pulled all the way out of the alien. Looking down at himself, his cock was as hard as it could get, and he saw it kicking and throbbing, ready to unleash a mighty payload.

“No, don't stop! Don't stop! In my ass! In my ass!” Asha begged, reaching back and spreading her asscheeks wide for him.

Wiping the sweat off his face with the back of his hand, Rick paused a moment to collect himself.

“You want it in the ass, huh?!” he asked, staring down at her greedy little brown-eye, opening and closing and begging him to fill it.

“Yes! Feed my ass! Break my ass!” Asha growled back, suddenly shoving three fingers into her butt and ramming them deep inside of her.

“Well, you're an eager little beaver, I'll say that much,” Rick breathed, pleasantly surprised by the turn of events.

Placing the head of his dick then against her gaping butthole, Rick guided his hips forward just a tad, and he watched her tiny asshole swallow just the swollen head of his cock.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Give me that dick! Give it to me!” Asha growled, her fingers sunk into her firm ass as she pulled her cheeks apart in anticipation of the drilling she was about to receive.

Closing his two hands into fists, Rick then placed either fist against the bed on both sides of her slender waist. Then, like he was doing the parallel bars, Rick put all his weight on his arms, leaned his entire body forward, and thrust his cock deep into her asshole.

“Oh!” Asha cried out loudly at the deep probing, trying to desperately pull her ass further open with her two hands to accommodate his hammer of a cock.

At first, Rick was only able to get about half-way inside her tight butt, and then he immediately pulled out to give her a break. Then, after a couple deep breaths, Rick dived back into her rectum, leaning on her ass with all his weight. This time, he felt her entire anal cavity give way under the pressure, and in response, Asha's head lifted up off the bed, all the veins in her neck bulged out, and she made a noise like she was trying to pass an enormous shit that was ripping her asshole apart.

“You like that?! Huh?! You like that?!” Rick growled, now humping away like a rabbit on her tight little ass.

“Yes! Yes! More! More!” Asha begged, reaching back with her two free hands and pulling his hips into her.

As he leaned over her, his battering ram of a cock was like a submarine and dove to depths that had never previously been explored in her rectum. As he pounded and grind away on her, Rick could literally hear her little pussy spitting more and more cum, and it sounded like a squirt gun going off every few seconds. While she came like a sprinkler, Asha cried out in her foreign tongue and sounded like she was being beaten. Rick went on like this for several minutes, savagely annihilating her little cornhole, until he finally felt the pump at the base of his prick suddenly switch on.

“Oh! I'm gonna cum! I'm going to blow!” Rick suddenly blurted out, pulling out of her and leaning back.

Like a good, little porn star, Asha slid off the bed on cue, and while she held two of her titties with two of her hands, the other two were on either side of her face, spread wide open, presenting her face and open mouth as a target for the enormous payload he was about to offload in a hurry.

After two strokes of his hand over his pulsating rod, Rick aimed and fired directly into her greedy face. Looking down, Rick was suddenly surprised as this massive shot, many times weightier than anything he had ever loosed out of his cock before, came blasting out into the side of her cheek. The initial blast was so powerful, Asha jerked her head back in response, and most of the cum hit her face and shot off in all directions, almost as if his dick were a pressure washer.

“Oh, yes! What a man! What a man! More! More!” Asha encouraged between long noodle-like streams of cum.

The next couple creamy shots look like hot milk being shot out of a cannon. Within seconds, Asha's entire face and head were covered in the glaze-like goo, and Rick moaned and continued to stroke himself as he let loose one heavy barrage of cum after another. Within seconds, Asha was dripping spooge onto the floor like she had just stepped in from a rainstorm, and his carpet and sheets were soon saturated with his powerful, pent-up store.

“Oh, my god! When Jizzy said it would be like a horse, I didn't know she meant a Clydesdale,” Rick breathed as he repeatedly ejaculated long strings of jizz out of his urethra.

At the base of his prick, on the underside, Rick could feel the powerful pump of his inner ejaculation machine working like never before and storing up and then blasting out powerful, full shots of his seed each second. It wasn't long, though, before he was totally spent, and Asha, his carpet, and the bed closest to him were completely saturated with semen. It honestly looked like someone took glaze from donuts, warmed it up, filled it in a couple buckets, and then splashed both the alien and the front of his bed. Feeling more spent than he had ever felt before, Rick stood shaking on his feet and teetered on his toes, completely drunk with a super-orgasm high.

“Oh, my god!” Rick breathed and then drunkenly chuckled to himself.

“Mmm! My lover! You are a man! A
real
man!” Asha purred, licking the cum off her face.

“Th... Thanks... You, uh, are not so bad yourself,” Rick mumbled, stumbling past her and over to his bedside.

“So much cum! So much wonderful cum! Your seed is so powerful, so potent, so... tasty!” Asha marveled between mouthfuls.

Falling into his bed, Ray just felt himself sinking into a nirvana-like slumber of the gods.

“Ya, I hear that's good for your complexion too. Cleans out the pores, and you don't even need the cucumber slices either,” Rick sleepily joked.

Only a few feet away from him, Rick could hear Asha licking, slurping down, and enjoying his massive load on the floor at the head of his bed, and completely relaxed and at peace, Rick closed his eyes and drifted off on a heavenly cloud of sleep.

Rick had no idea how long he had been asleep, but when he felt Asha's soft kiss on his lips, he slipped out of dreamland, where he had been dreaming of Jizzy again, and came back to reality. His eyes fluttering open a second later, Rick saw the petite, four-armed alien with a towel over one shoulder, dripping water from head to foot, and smiling down on him as she leaned over his sleeping body.

For the first time, the light was on in his room, and Rick could see the features of his alien lover clearly for really the first time. Her skin was deeply tanned, as if she exposed herself to the sun for long periods of time, and her thick hair strands were a surprising reddish-pink color, which had a neon gloss to them when the light hit them just right. Asha's hard, little body was all toned muscle without a shred of fat, and every time she moved even a fraction of an inch, he could see the fibers of her compact body shift and react under her tight tan flesh.

Though her face was humanoid in appearance, she could have never been mistaken for a human. Aside from her glowing eyes, which were housed in narrow sockets, her nose was simply two slit-like holes with barely a hill of cartilage between them. In addition, her jawline was pronounced and jut out a little from her face, resulting in a pronounced underbite, which gave her face a menacing, bulldog kind of appearance. In contrast, the gentle angles of her face looked like fine marble which had been sandblasted into soft, gradual curves over years. In all, not only did Rick find her exotically appealing, he found her even more attractive with the light on, than he did the light off.

“Wake up, Rick Hancock,” she greeted in her strange accent and offered him a playful smile over her very thin lips as she wiped herself off with the towel.

After drying off from her shower, Asha immediately stepped over to her pearl bodysuit, boots, gloves, and other gear on the floor in front of the bed and began dressing herself.

Finally sitting up, Rick could still smell the distinctive odor of pungent sex lingering in the air, and he noted his room looked like a tornado had hit it as his clothes, sheets, comforter, and pillows were randomly scattered all over the floor. In the light, he could even see large wet spots on his bedding and his mattress was still extremely damp in some places.

As he stared over at Asha, Rick watched her bend over as she slipped back on her skintight bodysuit, and he could see the pooch of her thin lips under her backside and the eye of her greedy asshole glaring back at him. Just the wonderful sight of her posterior brought back such pleasurable memories, Rick instantly felt his pipe starting to thicken and fill with blood all over again, and he felt a surge of saliva splash into his mouth.

Without a doubt, Asha had been the hottest sex he had ever had in his forty years of living, and he honestly couldn't wait to go another couple dozen rounds with her. However, with the memories of his dreams nagging him from his unconsciousness, Rick saw Jizzy's worried face in his mind's eye. While he couldn't remember much of the dream he had been having with her in it, the genie looked like she was in real trouble, and instead of her usual warm smile, she offered him instead a pathetically sad disposition and seemed to be pleading with him across time and space. Thinking of the spirited genie, Rick decided he needed some answers from his new, spunky lover.

“How... How did you know my name, and... and where is Jizzy?” Rick asked, knowing he hadn't told the alien his name during their steamy carnal romp.

“Jizabel is the captive of Manza-zar, and I know your name because I was told you were her master. Now, where is the cap to her bottle?” she plainly asked, sitting in a chair across from the bed and pulling on her shinny black boots.

“Manza-zar? Who the hell is that?” Rick asked.

“He is a powerful Begzade, one of the kull, and more importantly, my employer. It is of vital importance that you hand over that cap, Rick Hancock, so the kull do not come for you,” Asha told him matter-of-factly while slipping her pearl gloves onto her hands.

“Wait! Who are these kull? I have never heard of them, and what do they want with Jizzy?” Rick asked, sitting now on the very edge of his bed across from her.

“Uh, let me think? Have you ever heard of the jann?” she asked, picking up her goggles and that strange technological headband with glowing buttons and antennae.

“Jann? No.”

“I know they are part of the legends and myths of this world. If you have never heard of them, this will be very difficult for me to explain in full and will take longer than we have time. To put it simply, the jann were once the servants of the djinn in another... dimension of time and space, and the jann plotted against the djinn, overthrew their former masters, and now seek out and kill every single one of them, wherever they might find them. Does that explain things for you now?” Asha asked, slipping her headband and goggles over her thick strands of hair.

Quickly riffling through his thoughts, Rick put a finger to his lips and began thinking out loud.

“Wait! Jizzy said that she was a djinn. I know that. So these jann overthrew her people and killed them... What does that have to do with Jizzy though? And who are the kull, and what do they have to do with the jann?” Rick asked, still having a hard time putting all the pieces together.

“The kull and jann are one and the same. Once the jann threw off their shackles of servitude, they took on a new name, the name of their leader, Sultan Kull, and since that time, they have been hunting any djinn they can find and destroying them. Jizabel is a djinn, therefore she must die,” Asha answered while bending over to pick up her utility belt, and Rick couldn't help but eyeball her lovely cleavage as she did so.

“Hold on a minute. If they have already captured her, as you say they have...?”

“They cannot destroy her until they have her bottle. They are missing the cap. You have it. They have employed me to torture and kill you, retrieve the cap, and return it to them, so they can destroy Jizabel,” Asha quickly detailed as she sheathed her sword and shoved her pistol into the holster on her hip.

“Torture and kill me...?” Rick breathed in horror, swallowing hard and feeling a queer tinge of fear run down his spine.

Stepping over to him then, Asha ran her gloved had over his cheek and looked down on him fondly.

“Do not worry, my love. I cannot hurt you. My people, the Ryza, are like Moltuvian Ducks. Once we find the object of our desires, we do not give them up for anything and are forever bound to them,” Asha quietly assured him, bent down, and tenderly kissed his forehead.

“Forever...? Well, at least we got off to a good start,” mumbled Rick.

Giving him a skeptical flash of her glowing orbs, Asha then pressed, “That is why it is important you give me the cap. Once I hand that over to Manza-zar, he and the kull will not care about you anymore, and you will be safe.”

“Ya, but then they'll kill Jizzy,” grumbled Rick, seeing the genie's innocent smiling face in his mind. “Wait! I still don't understand? Jizzy has been in her bottle a long, long time. I don't even think she knows or cares about this war between her people and the jann, or kull, or whatever.”

“It doesn't matter. Individually, the kull are much weaker than the djinn, much more like humans, and just one djinn is a threat to bring back all the other djinn and return the kull back to servitude. If you were a slave for thousands of years, you wouldn't be so eager to go back to it once you earned your freedom either,” Asha concisely reasoned.

“I thought you said the djinn were destroyed?”

“They were, but like taking a single thread out of a fabric, that thread still exists somewhere outside the fabric. Just one djinn can wish them all back, and the kull could be made their servants in the blink of an eye and by only one simple wish. It is more than they can risk. That is why they hunt and kill all djinn throughout all planes and dimensions of the vast universe. As it is, I have no idea how a djinn appeared in this dimension, as here, they are only fables,” Asha explained.

“I don't know either, but Jizzy... Jizzy wouldn't do them any harm...”

“It doesn't matter. She isn't worth the risk. Honestly, Rick Hancock, I don't understand your attachment to this djinn. She has only recently become your slave...”

“She isn't my slave,” Rick indignantly interrupted.

“Is she not? I am sure she calls you Master, does she not? Did she not make a few of your wishes come true before the kull seers picked up on the wishes and captured her?”

Suddenly feeling sick to his stomach, it was at that moment Rick realized that the kull would have probably never found Jizzy at all if she had never made any of his wishes come true that morning. That meant, he had some responsibility in some way for her being found and captured.

“Master? I mean, I guess? So if she hadn't made my wishes come true...?”

“Yes, the seers of the kull are constantly searching the universe for the signs of djinn magic. If they find it, they seek it out immediately and capture and slay the djinn before they are able to wish back their people and pose a threat to kull power in their dimension,” Asha explained.

“I really hope they haven't hurt or killed Jizzy already...” Rick moaned, feeling terrible that he had any part in all this at all.

“While they can certainly hurt her, they can't kill her, as I said, not without the cap to the bottle. To have the bottle means to have the djinn, but to have the cap means to be the Master of the djinn in the bottle. Once they have the cap, they will make Jizabel wish herself into oblivion or... or non-existence,” Asha struggled with the right words.

Staring off into space, Rick honestly felt grim. Seeing his dejected expression, Asha sat down beside him on the end of the bed and put two of her arms around him, pulling him close.

“Do not have a heavy heart, my love. If you give me the cap, I am sure the kull will forget all about you, and I will even split my reward with you and make you a very rich man. In fact, you will be so rich, you may become even more wealthy than any man on your little rock of a world,” Asha consoled him, running her hands through his hair and straightening it out.

“Ya, but... Jizzy,” Rick mumbled, still seeing her innocent face in his mind's eye.

“Surely, you cannot be so enamored by this djinn, who you have only just met? Do you not realize that whatever person or beast had opened that bottle, would have been her master? You are not special to her. She is little more than a whore to whoever has set her free, and once Manza-zar has the cap, he will even make her wish herself into oblivion and she will freely do this. You see, unlike you and I, she is without a will of her own,” Asha quietly told him.

Turning and looking into Asha's glowing eyes, Rick shook his head.

“No, she has a will, and she wouldn't wish herself into oblivion all on her own,” Rick corrected.

“I think you should be less concerned about this whore djinn, Rick Hancock, and more worried about having kull seers hunting you down and killing you for that cap. While you are confined to this tiny little rock in space, the kull seers have the ability to search the entire universe and all planes of existence! How can you hope to hide from them here, stranded on this little world? Look how quickly they have already taken this djinn from you. It is only by chance that they did not find the cap in the first place, otherwise this djinn would already be dead and you would be none the wiser,” Asha explained to him.

“But they didn't, and she isn't. And, because of that, I have found you, and you me... Why did they send you, Asha? Are you some kind of bounty hunter or something?” Rick asked, suddenly wondering how his new lover fit into the picture.

“No. I do not hunt flesh. I had no part in their abduction of your djinn. Do you believe me?” Asha pointedly asked, her glowing irises staring into his with her hand on his face.

“I do. But, why did they send you then? Are you one of them?”

“No, I am no kull,” she spat out with distaste. “In my universe and among my people, the Ryza, I am a... a relic hunter. I guess you can say that I have a special knack for finding objects that are lost or objects people are trying to hide. Manza-zar had heard of my reputation and hired me to retrieve this cap for him.”