It was spring. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the flowers were blooming and the dogs were crapping in the bushes. I was sitting on a park bench with my Fantastic Four graphic novel. I really liked Wieringo’s artwork. I guess some people thought I was a bit old for comics. I’d been to college for a few years, until I blew out my knee playing offensive line.

I guess you figured out by now that I’m a big guy. At six foot five and probably somewhere around 350, I catch a few second looks. But at twenty-six years old and I was still a virgin. That was about to change, big time.

Living in New York you get used to people screaming in all kinds of languages. At first I didn’t even look up from my book. When I heard the running footsteps I turned in their direction. A skinny little guy was running toward my bench. Right on his heels was a large young oriental woman. The guy was carrying a purse. He didn’t look like the purse carrying kind.

I jumped off the bench and hit him with a pancake block. He dropped like wet cement. Then he glared up at me and reached inside his baggy pants. The gun had almost cleared his waistband when the big girl landed full force on top of him. All the air rushed out of his lungs. She was pounding his head into the grass when the cops showed up to take him away.

The girl introduced herself as Hisa and told me I’d been a very brave man. Now that things had calmed down, I’d finally had a chance to see how pretty she was. She didn’t look much older than twenty. She had beautiful almond shaped eyes, her long, silky black hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her sweat suit revealed a nice round set of tits and a friendly looking rump. When she kissed me on the cheek I noticed that she smelled like spice and flowers. I tried to start a conversation, knowing that I was going to sound stupid, as I always did around women I was attracted to.

“You run pretty fast.”

“Thank you,” she said with lowered eyes, “Training is very important.”

I looked at her large body and knew, for sure, that she wasn’t training for a road race.

“Training?” I asked with my usual eloquence.

“I am here from Japan for shin-zumo tournament. So sorry, female sumo wrestling is shin-zumo.”

I didn’t even know women did sumo wrestling, much less that they had international tournaments. I was trying to figure out something to say when Hisa picked up my fallen Fantastic Four collection and handed it back to me.

“You like the comic art, I see,” she said with a light accent.

I started to explain but she cut me off with her own praise of Wieringo’s work. We started talking about different comic artists from Jack Kirby to Tamaki Shin. The girl really knew her stuff. My words were flowing freely, it wasn’t like talking to any other woman I’d ever met.

“I have brought much new manga material with me,” she said. “Would you like to see it?”

I responded enthusiastically and before I knew it we were sitting on the bed in her hotel room. She brought out about two-dozen magazines and sat down next to me as I flipped through the pages. They were all in Japanese so I couldn’t read the text but some of the artwork was amazing. Some of it was also pretty erotic. The combination of the sexual images and the feel of Hisa’s fragrant body warmth right next to me on the bed were definitely stirring up my groin.

I don't know about the rest of you girls, but there is nothing finer than one cock in the pussy and one cock in the ass! Or just having two hard cocks ramming any of my holes at the same time is so fucking hot!! This blonde babe with gorgeous tits is one lucky slut!!

It wasn’t just hot for September, it was hot, period. My first semester at the community college had been going well. I’d got in the habit of hitting the library to study between classes; sometimes I’d just hang out in the cafe with a few friends. This morning, though, I was uncomfortable. The week before had been normal late-September cool and I guess some genius in maintenance had decided to shut down the air conditioning system. I nearly fell asleep twice in Economics.

My sweaty white blouse was giving everyone a pretty good view of my pink bra. Fortunately I had a two-hour break between Economics and American History. I’d never make it through Mr. Dresden’s droning lecture if I didn’t do something to wake myself.

A nice swim in the pool seemed like the best thing.

I knew my mother hadn’t had our pool shut down yet. She was at work by now. I figured I had just enough time to grab the bus home, grab a fast swim, a change of clothes and get my sweaty little butt back to campus for some titillating exposure to history. Looking back, I was wrong on several counts.

The bus stopped several blocks from our house. With the heat and humidity, it felt like I’d walked several miles before I got to our driveway. When I saw the pool guy’s van parked out front and my mother’s car in the driveway I cursed. Of all the days to shut down the pool for the winter! I calmed down a bit when I realized she’d probably made this appointment weeks ago.

She’d been pretty busy the past few years trying to raise my brother and me and work her real estate job. My dad, I guess, still managed to send her some money but it hadn’t been easy for her since he moved out. She was still kind of pretty, her blonde hair was natural and she kept herself in good shape. I’d inherited her blonde hair and sleek frame but I was starting to give up hope of ever matching her marvelous 36 Cs.

So, OK, a swim was probably out. I decided to settle for a cold shower and a change of clothes. Sometimes you have to settle. Sometimes you get unsettled. I didn’t realize how unsettled I was about to get.

I let myself into the house and headed for my bedroom without a word. I figured Mom was probably in the back with the pool guy. My bedroom window faced out back to the pool. I quickly peeked through the curtains and froze.

Tom was sitting on his porch, drinking a beer, when he saw the strange lights in the sky. They seemed to be in a circle and they blinked blue, yellow and red. They didn’t look like any plane he’d ever seen before. He headed off into his cornfield to get a better look. Walking between the long, straight rows of prime Iowa corn he kept one eye on the sky. It was still there and, if anything, the circle seemed to be getting bigger. Whatever it was seemed to be coming closer to the ground. A white light began glowing in the center. Darned, if it didn’t look some kind of flying saucer, Tom thought. He saw a thick beam of white light and then his world went black.

When he woke up he was lying on a table in a white room. Several ceiling to floor length mirrors reflected back the sterile white. The only thing breaking up the color scheme was his mostly tanned naked body on the table. Staring into one of the mirrors he could see the tan lines from his tee shirt. His legs weren’t as tanned as his arms. He’d been working the farm since he was a boy and, even in his mid thirties, his body was well muscled and his belly was flat. Two things seemed out of place though. He had a small red rash on the right side of his neck and a solid erection sticking out from his brown pubes. For some reason he was horny as hell.

Suddenly he realized that one of the white panels that made up the room was glowing green. He didn’t know why he knew that he was supposed to touch the panel, only that he knew that was what he had to do next. He felt a light vibration through his fingers and watched in amazement as the panel faded away revealing another room. This room was softly lit with a pink glow, a gigantic bed took up most of the floor space. Lying on the massive bed was a small, pretty oriental woman. She was completely naked.

A few fingers of her right hand were pressed against her black pubic hair. The other hand was cupping one of her small, firm looking breasts. Tom guessed from her smooth slender body and pretty face that she was in her early twenties. Her lovely almond shaped eyes were staring at his erection and she was smiling a shy smile.

He moved closer to the bed and tried introducing himself.

“My name is Tom,” he said in a quiet voice, hoping he wouldn’t scare her.

She shook her head. Her short black hair tumbling around her lovely face.

“Tom,” he said pointing to his chest.

“Liu,” she said pointing in between her cute, brown nippled breasts. She began to lightly rub her pussy. Tom was now close enough to see that, she too, had a little red circular rash on her neck. Her sparkling slanted eyes were looking at him with lust. His hard cock was throbbing in response. He’d heard about that Viagra stuff and figured somebody or something must have given him and Liu a dose of something like that. When Liu spread out her arms and legs there was no doubt what she wanted him to do. His hard dick and tingling balls informed him that really didn’t have any other choice.

Tom climbed into the gigantic bed and Liu wrapped her slender arms and legs around him. Her body smelled spicy. Her skin felt silky and warm against his. Her little erect nipples were pushing into his chest and she was nibbling gently on his ear lobe. He could feel her pussy hairs brushing against his balls as she ground her crotch up against his. He knew there was no way he was going to be able to resist this horny little oriental woman and, frankly, he didn’t want to resist her.