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Food For Thought
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FOOD FOR THOUGHT
(Author Unknown)
Part 1.
Testing . . .1, 2, 3...
'Daniel, my boy,' the tall, handsome man in the tuxedo said to himself
as he prepared to enter the Banquet hall, 'I have a feeling that
something really big is going to happen here today...and that I'm going
to be a part of it.' The man was Daniel Chesterton, Third Attach? at the
American Embassy here in Paris. Slender, impeccably groomed...he was the
epitome of what a sharp, cutting edge diplomat should be. His career
growth had been rapid and he knew that he was in line for the
Ambassador's slot in a Middle Eastern emirate. Today's banquet and the
meetings to follow were going to be critical to him...he had to make his
mark and get noticed by the power brokers.
Dan stepped through the doors and looked about. The hall was
huge...replete with mirrored walls, crystal chandeliers, a sea of white
linen-covered tables and liveried flunkies making last minute
adjustments. In just minutes the room would start to fill with the
invited guests...diplomats, businessmen and women, senior military staff
plus all the spouses and often, family members of the attendees. This was
the kick-off session that would lead to a new treaty signing realigning
political relationships all over Europe and the Middle East.
Striding across the wide floor, Dan spotted his table...scanned the
place cards and saw that all was well. A glance at his watch told him
that everything had better be ready...because it was show time! He
headed toward the doors that led to the foyer as the waiters pulled the
huge floor-to-ceiling doors open. Luncheon guests began to file into the
grand chamber.
He was immediately immersed in a sea of grandees and their attendants.
He pulled name after name from his brilliant mind as he greeted this
person, made comments to that person's wife, recalled anecdotes to
another. He used all the tools of trade of a shard career diplomat. Then
the chandelier lights subtly dimmed to signal the start of the banquet,
and he made his way to the table where his seat awaited.
"Good Day, Mr. Ambassador," Dan said. He stepped up to a man in his
middle fifties who wore a broad green, gold and blue sash across his
ample chest, "so good to see you again."
"Mr. Chesterton...always a pleasure," the other man responded,
extending a hand to Dan. The other man was the Hermann Stoss, the
Austrian Ambassador. He and Dan had worked together more than once in
the past.
"Allow me to introduce my family," the ambassador went on, "this is my
wife, Elsa...and my daughter, Margot."
"I am delighted to meet you both," Dan said, turning and extending his
hand to the woman by the ambassador's side. She had been standing
slightly behind her husband as Dan approached the table, and now stepped
into full view...and he marveled at her beauty! Tall, slender and lithe,
auburn haired, a woman in her early forties...her body was set off
magnificently by the gown's fitted bodice that clung to her perfect
breasts and gave hints of her smoothly flat belly before expanding to a
full skirt. Her face was flawless, radiant, and the perfect visage
sought after by fashion photographers. In a word, she was marvelous.
His daughter, Margot, was standing beside her mother...and was a
younger version of the same lovely vision. The girl was more slender,
her breasts were smaller, and her face glowing with the freshness of
late-teens. He later learned that the girl was just barely
eighteen...and had accompanied her parents on this trip as part of her
birthday present.
Dan found his heart pounding with curious excitement as he helped
seat Elsa and Margot...Elsa to his right and Margot to his left...and
then took his seat between them. He found them both so incredibly
beautiful...and sexy...that he had to fight to preserve his hard-won
professional demeanor. What he really wanted was make a pass at
Elsa...to see if he could get her off somewhere and make a move on this
enticing creature...but, of course, such a thing was impossible.
Part 2.
The silent waiters served the first courses...salads and soups...
and Dan forced himself to take part in the light bantering conversation.
Their table held eight people...They included the ambassador and his
family, a Swiss Legate and his wife, plus a Japanese banker with his
female secretary. Johann van Dorning, the Swiss Legate and his wife
Gerda were both youthful and attractive...though Gerda's looks were
overshadowed by those of Elsa and Margot. Gerda was well-proportioned in
body, but her breasts were much larger...full and lush, they were carried
high on her chest, and jutted forth proudly. As expected, the
middle-aged Japanese banker, Haido Nishigama, was slender and
small-boned. His secretary...all Dan remembered from the introductions
was that her name was Miss Kaga...was slender, fragile, and small
breasted.
Luncheon progressed through fish and veal courses...a series of
wines appeared...and finally plates of delicate pastries accompanied by
sherbet climaxed the lengthy meal. The guests were all practiced
conversationalists and the interlude before the impending speeches was
very pleasant for Dan.
The only problems, he realized, were from his gonads.
Dan certainly had a normal sex drive, but...he told himself... this
was ridiculous! Just then Elsa was speaking to him about her family's
forest cottage in Austria...and Dan caught himself glancing down toward
her lap.
'I wonder how much pussy hair she has?' he was mentally asking
himself, 'and I wonder how wide her inner cunt lips are...would her slit
show in the position she's sitting in...how tight is her fuck hole?' He
had actually called her vagina a "fuck hole" in his thoughts...it was
very unlike him to use such coarse terminology. The more she talked, the
more he found himself appraising her sexually. He calculated the size of
her breasts...medium certainly, but high and well-shaped. Her nipples
and aureoles ought to be pretty good sized, he thought, as her dress
front showed the hard little points of her erect nipples through the
cloth. Dan wondered how easily she reached orgasm...and which position
she liked best when fucking.
'Snap out of this!' he told himself angrily and was glad for the
distraction when he heard Margot interject a comment from his left. Dan
turned to answer her...and found himself doing the same incredible thing
he had just done to her mother.
'I wonder if she's still got her cherry?' his psyche asked, 'those
tits are small...but they're probably so firm they're rubbery... just the
right size for sucking. I'll bet if I asked her, she'd let me take her
panties off. I'm certain she'd just lay herself down on the table here.
Then I'd have her pull her dress up to her waist while I take one of
those fine firm legs in each hand and open her cunt up wide. Then I'd ask
her to hold my cock, to aim it at her cunt hole. God, then how I'd slip
my cock up between those fine young thighs and fuck her till she squeals
for mercy'.
Startled at the implications of his thoughts...and the intensity of
his emotions, Dan drew back from the girl. He was very aware that his
penis was steadily filling and erecting inside his tightly fitted
trousers. Centimeter by centimeter his cock was expanding...
lengthening... growing... throbbing in need for release as he looked from
side to side as the two very alluring females.
Waiters arrived and cleared the table, making just enough
distraction to break the mood. A grateful Dan turned his attention to
the dais where the President of France had just stood and was preparing
to make his welcoming remarks. Dan's cock still pounded inside his
pants...and a curious glance around the table showed him that the other
three men were fidgeting uncomfortably in their chairs. Confused, Dan
looked at the women...and saw odd looks on their faces...and each woman's
dress front showed stiffly erected nipples.
What the hell was going on here? he demanded mentally. Why would
his mind be focusing on such thoughts at a time and place like this?
Part 3.
Struggling to turn his attention to the speech from the podium,
Dan's thoughts again seemed focused on the throbbing erection he was
experiencing. The assembly around him was glittering and exotic. Seated
at the front table were people he'd never seen before. He spotted the
Presidents of France, German, Austria and the United States. The Prime
Ministers or Premiers of Russian, Great Britain, Spain, and all the
Scandinavian countries also sat there. Royalty was even present...the
Queen of England, the King and Queen of Spain, the Dutch Queen, and the
King and Queen of Sweden. The leaders of all the countries that mattered
were there eagerly awaiting the outcome of this conference. The coming
sessions were going to reshape the nations of the world.
The reasons for the meetings revolved around the discovery and
perfection of a true antigravity drive. Space travel was possible now,
and the entire planet was poised to leap into the void. The first deep
space probe tests were complete...it was even possible to travel faster
than light. The Universe was there to explore!
But this was not going to be another case like the Spanish and
Portuguese conquest of the New World with its rape and pillage. The
nations of the world were here to make joint exploration plans for the
orderly and peaceful move into space. What an exciting time to be
living, he told himself.
As the French President spoke, Dan caught a slight movement to his
right and he glanced over to Elsa...and caught his breath in surprise.
Her eyes were closed and he watched as she lifted her hands to her
breasts. One fragile hand was now cupping each swelling breast. He
watched as her hands slowly half-closed...then relaxed...then closed
again as she kneaded her own soft mammaries.
Not sure why he was doing it, Dan dropped his right hand below the
level of the table. He moved it over till it rested in Elsa's lap...just
covering her hidden mons. He pressed his hand down, feeling the moist
heat flowing from her pussy.
"Yesssss," she whispered, and Dan felt her open her legs widely,
allowing his hand to sink deep down between her thighs and to cup the
smooth swell of her pliant pussy lips. Astounded at what he was doing,
Dan boldly began to knead the softness of her cunt. His fingers found
and stroked the length of her still hidden slit, and pressed themselves
hard into her dampening cleft.
Elsa's legs opened wider yet...and Dan slipped his hand to the hem
of her skirts. Trembling with eager anticipation...and with fear of
being caught...he pulled her full skirts up her legs, baring them all the
way to the top. His shaking hand found itself stroking her smooth inner
leg surfaces, rubbing her nylon covered cunt swell...and waiting for the
cries of outrage.
They never came.
A moment later he was bolder yet and slipped his fingers under the
edge of her elastic panty leg opening. He felt his cock throb and pulse
with need as his fingers pressed the sodden panty crotch piece aside and
exposed her crinkly pussy hair to the open air. Seconds later his
fingers had parted the lips of her slippery wet slit and he was rubbing
the hidden rubbery button of her stiffly erect clit. He slipped
exploring fingertips further down, trying to locate and invade the
secrecy of her hidden vaginal tunnel...but the panties were still too
much in the way.
"Wait," he heard her say, and looked up to see her drop her hands
from her breasts to pick up a knife from the tableware. He withdrew his
hand as Elsa slid her chair back from the table...nearly a foot of open
space between her waist and the table left her bare legs and panty clad
genitals exposed. Dan lowered his eyes again as he watched Elsa drop her
hands to her crotch. Her pale yellow panties were clearly visible as she
sat there...legs akimbo. She gathered her panty material over the right
hip with one small hand. To Dan's amazement, she slipped the knife under
the garment, and slit it. Seconds later she had slit the panties over her
left hip as well.
"There...that's better," she sighed and laid the knife back onto
the table.
Part 4.
It certainly was! The now ruined panties had fallen away from her
mons and Dan could see the thin reddish hair that covered her mons, the
protruding ridge of her prepuce plus the wet pinkish inner cunt lips.
There was no hesitation on Dan's part as his hand moved back between her
thighs. This time his fingers spread her pussy lips and followed the wet
slit down under her belly, found the magic spot...and thrust inward to
invade the hot, seeping cunt.
"Me, too...please," a small voice on his left sounded out in a
plaintive tone. Still finger-fucking Elsa, Dan looked to Margot and his
mouth fell open. The girl beside him was unbuttoning the front of her
dress as she looked eagerly up at his face. The garment was already
slackly open to her waist, exposing her white bra and quite a bit of
beautifully tanned skin. Her nimble fingers were swiftly taking care of
the rest of the long row of buttons. He stared in delight as she
finished...allowing her dress to slide open and fall away to either side.
He looked down at her lap, at the pale pink bikini panties that
barely covered her small mons...and the few stray hairs that showed at
the leg band where her long, slender legs met her pussy. Dan looked up
at her father in fresh alarm as the slim girl half lifted herself off the
chair bottom and skinned her panties off her hips and down her slender
legs. Forcing his eyes from the girl's flat belly and pale yellow patch
of cunt hair marking the edges of her deep girlish slit, Dan glanced
around the table again and was stunned.
Margot's father was leaning back in his chair. Dan could clearly
see that his pants were open, his long skinny cock was out..protruding
from a mass of tangled black hair. He was masturbating mechanically with
his eyes closed, a smile on his lips. Across the table, Johann van
Dorning was rummaging in his wife's rumpled clothing...one hand in her
bodice...another thrusting under her dress. Across the table Nishigama,
the banker, had just finished removing his secretary's bra...her dress
otherwise had opened and fallen to her waist. The oriental woman's small
breasts showed stiff, erect nipples...nipples that an eager Nishigama
immediately began sucking.
Confused, he glanced back down at Margot. The girl was slipping
her dress off her shoulders now...and in seconds she was sitting there
beside him clad only in a small bra.
"Margot..." he croaked. His eyes bugged out further as she reached
behind her back and deftly undid her bra clasp. Jerking the flimsy
garment from her chest, she leaned back stark naked in her chair. Dan
licked his lips at the sight of her pale pink-brown aureoles with their
stiff brown nipples jutting out...begging to be suckled.
"Please," she smiled back at him, opening her legs widely. Her
hands dropped to her crotch...eager fingers deftly pulling her reddened
cunt lips open and revealing the bubble-gum pinkness of her inner slit.
"Just...just a minute," he gasped. Eagerly, he pulled his hand
from Elsa's slit, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly...and slipped his
trousers to the floor, accompanied by his underwear. A thick, rampantly
ready nine-inch long cock jutted toward the ceiling. The crown of his
prick was wet and shiny from his seepage.
"OK," he said throatily, pulling his shirt and tie off, casting
them to the floor behind his chair. He was standing there as naked as
the girl. "I'm ready." With that he sat back down and dropped his left
hand to Margot's crotch to begin fingerfucking her tighter vaginal
entrance. His fingers thrust in time to those again penetrating her
mother's hole with his right hand.
Elsa also released her breasts. Dan caught his breath in surprise
as the woman's hands next closed over his stiff, throbbing cock...and
began to stroke him to even harder readiness. He was barely aware of the
fact that the naked Margot was playing with her own pert, firm breasts.
Dan frantically looked at the others around the table. Margot's
father was gone...his chair littered with discarded clothing. Van
Dorning was bare to the waist and was helping his wife pull her dress off
over her head. Beside him, a slender...and completely naked, Miss Kaga
stood up, turned her back to the table and lifted her leg to straddle
Nishigama's lap as she faced him. Dan stared at her quivering ass
cheeks, watched as Nishigama's hands gripped those soft globes and pulled
them apart to help her settle down over him. Dan's eyes clearly saw the
oriental girl's pink slit gaping between her legs... and her hand
lifting her employer's cock to guide it up inside her cunt as she sank
down onto his lap.
Part 5.
He looked wildly around...and saw confusion everywhere. Nude or
nearly nude people were scattered about...some of them fucking opening.
Margot's father stood naked at the next table...his cock sucked by an
African woman with immense bare tits. Confused...but wanting to conform,
Dan stared at the developing orgy about him.
Elsa's hands slipped off his cock, but as he stood, Margot dropped
to her knees beside him and took his erection into her eager mouth. Her
sucking was wild and intense, bringing a now naked Dan close to climax.
Across the table, the two Japanese were fucking wildly. The van Dornings
were both naked. She was facing the table, bent over, her hands on the
table and her legs spread while her husband thrust an eager cock into her
cunt from behind. Gerda's large tits bounced enticingly as she took his
thrusting prick.
"Wait, Margot," he managed to say, pulling his cock from her greedy
mouth, "I'm too close to coming. Up here...on the table." Grinning, the
sweaty naked girl complied as Dan swept a spot free of dishes and
cutlery. As though it was the most natural thing in the world, she
allowed him to slip an eager hand between her legs and rummage in her
dripping cunt cleft as he pressed her back to the table top. Seconds
later she was on her back, her legs resting on Dan's shoulders, and he
was staring into her open cunt.
Dan's fingers pulled her fuzzy cunt lips apart, exposing the
pinky-redness of her inner slit...and the small leaking opening into her
cunt. Two of the women he'd fucked in the past had been virgins...and
he looked down now at what he knew to be an intact hymen. There was no
hesitation now. He aimed the heavy tip of his engorged cock at the
girl's most secret spot...nestled his eager prick head against her
entrance...and thrust inward!
She was very, very wet...and very, very ready. The massive cock
shaft speared her to the hilt with the first invading thrust. All Dan
heard from her was a long, drawn-out combination of a groan and a sigh as
she accepted him inside her belly.
'Tight,' he thought to himself as he began fucking the girl, 'tight
and wet...and I can feel her cunt clenching, grabbing me.' His hands
found her little rubbery tits and toyed with them as he pounded his cock
in and out of her ravished hole. A glance down at her cunt showed him
redness...and he knew he'd torn her cherry...but he didn't care in his
frenzy as he pounded into her.
The girl was rolling from side to side, thrusting her hips back at
him...and then she came...gasping and clutching at him. Her cunt
pulsing and clamping down on the invading monster cock. It was too
much...and seconds later Dan went over the top, too. He cried out in
exultation as he felt his penis pulse over and over. His throbbing cock
was sending thick streams of white wetness into her now no longer virgin
cunt...filling her spasming sheath to overflowing.
Moments later, control returning, Dan moved back a bit and watched
his still hard cock slip from her sheath. There was much virginal blood,
much wetness...and as his cock popped out of her body, he smiled to see a
thick stream of white semen oozing from within her body, driven by the
collapsing openness of her cunt to dribble down the girl's ass crack.
"Now me," he heard, and looked down to his right. Elsa was there,
naked and kneeling on the carpet with her knees wide apart...her white
ass toward him.
There was no need for words of apology as Dan abandoned Elsa's
sweating daughter. It didn't really matter anyway, because no sooner had
Dan moved away from the prostrate girl when another man stepped between
Margot's slender young legs, stabbing his hard cock into the delighted
girl's cunt with a savage thrust. Dan turned to look at the man and was
only mildly surprised to find it was the young girl's father.
Dan knelt behind Elsa, his hands moving to the softness of her ass.
He pulled the trembling cheeks apart to reveal her pink-brown anus and
below it, the deeply cleft cunt itself. Her thick furry outer lips were
agape, allowing the thinner, inner lips to protrude wetly. He pulled her
slit open further, and was amazed at the sight...her inner cunt area was
dripping with wetness, glowing nearly red with engorgement and her ready
vaginal orifice gaped gaped...the tissues of her sheath walls gleaming
wetly with her excitement.
Part 6.
Without hesitation, Dan positioned his trembling cock at the
entrance to Margot's mother's hole...bloody and semen-slick from the
daughter's no longer virgin cunt...and stabbed his long hardness inside
Elsa's belly to begin a new passionate round of fucking. Around them the
rest of the crowd swirled in naked confusion...men, women and even
children fucking and sucking in an orgy out of control.
Less than two minutes later he had felt the thrilling release of
semen as he jetted his load into Elsa's pulsing cunt...pulled out and
stepped a few paces away to where another naked woman lay on her back,
legs open...waiting to take his cock into her belly next.
And so it went. Every two or three or four minutes he
came...spurting his semen in ever smaller quantities as his balls
emptied...but the drive to seek the next pussy remained overpowering.
Every person in the room was similarly driven. Thought was impossible,
now...fucking was all that mattered.
High up on the back wall of the grand ballroom was a gilt-framed
set of darkened glass windows. The glass concealed the audio-visual
control room equipment area and the hidden room overlooked the confused
mass of naked writhing people below. The room's interior was too dark to
show much, had one been looking from below, but a group of five
individuals stood near the glass.
"Congratulations, Captain...the technique is an unqualified
success."
"Thank you, General. I had hoped you would be pleased."
"Get me a status report on the general invasion progress."
"Yes, General."
The individual identified as the "Captain" turned and moved swiftly
to the door. A door opened and the Captain went out, leaving the door
ajar so that the lights from the hallway lit the control room.
"They are an interesting and clever people...although much too
clever for their own good," the General mused.
"As long as they were trapped here on this little planet, it didn't
make any difference how clever they were, sir."
"Yes...that is so...," the third watcher interjected, "but now that
they possess the power to leave this planet and confront the truly
civilized galaxies..."
"I agree...and they appear to be the most dangerous and aggressive
peoples ever met," The General mused. "Even nearly a century of work
with socio-biologists and captive study populations failed to eliminate
their sociopathic tendencies."
"The other invasion forces all report excellent initial progress,
General." The door opened wide as the Captain rejoined the little group.
Light now flooded the room and revealed it's occupants more clearly. They
all wore brilliant red uniforms...and the wearers were eight-limbed
creatures with stubby necks and massive heads. Four of the limbs were
more-or-less legs...the other four were arms tipped with long agile
fingers. Their cobalt blue skin glittered as though coated with sugar
grains and the massive heads bore elongate, lizard-like muzzles and their
faces carried bright, intelligent eyes.
"There have been simultaneous chemical releases all across Russia,
North America and Western Europe...and total control is expected by this
time tomorrow. The reversion to their animalistic traits has begun in
all the treated areas...all areas are reporting total chaos and societal
collapse as we predicted. The news media have been unable to effectively
report what we are doing, as the western nations control the media...and
they have all been hit equally massively. All remaining continental
areas will be cleared before the end of the month."
"Excuse me, sir," one of the staff members broke in, "I don't
really understand what is happening here."
Part 7.
"Pheromones, Captain," the general said as he turned. "All higher
life forms have pheromones...chemicals that stimulate anger,
aggression...and especially, sexual activity. In nearly every case we
have encountered, however, the intelligent species that rule a planet
have learned to ignore these primitive impulses or to become immune to
them. It is not possible to raise a society to any really elevated
levels until the influence of pheromones can be eliminated."
"You mean they...we...," the officer looked confused.
"Yes...even us in the early stages of our development were subject
to the kinds of activities you see below here. With the proper pheromone
levels most primitive animals will fight or fuck themselves to
death...and ignore all the things that are really in their best interests
while they are under the influence of such chemicals.
"Our scientists have always been impressed by the people of
earth...their intelligence, their inventiveness, they striving...but
until they could suppress the pheromone responses, they were too
dangerous to allow into space."
"But surely we could control them," the captain said, lamely.
"How!" snapped the general. "In less than a hundred of their years
they have gone from primitive glider craft to intergalactic
spacecraft...it took us nearly five thousand years. We first contacted
them a little over two hundred years ago...when their most advanced
weapons were explosive devices that propelled lead pellets...and now they
have X-ray lasers that could fry your intergalactic battleship at a
distance of 50,000 miles.
"Give these people another hundred years without the proper
maturity...and they'd conquer the universe. No...they must be
stopped...permanently!"
"The same sort of orgies are breaking out all over the more
advanced areas where we have made the chemical applications, sir,"
reported an aide.
"Yes...as expected," the General mused, "and this lucky chance
occurrence of having all the principle leaders of Earth gathered together
here at this banquet effectively robbed them of any ability to organize
against us."
"What a shame we have to exterminate them," the aide said as they
moved close to the glass again, and watched the pale bodies writhing in
mass copulation below. "But in spite of their intelligence they were
still so close to the animalistic stage."
"Yes...all it took was some minor chemical studies to learn how to
modify their sex pheromones...and they instantly revert to rutting
beasts," the general said sadly, looking down into the room. His eyes
caught sight of an oddly matched pair just below the observation windows.
A strong, young muscular nude man with a huge phallus and a naked old
woman with flopping sagging breasts were dog-humping frantically as she
knelt on the lush carpet.
His interest was only one of idle curiosity. He wouldn't have
cared if he'd been told that the man was Daniel Chesterton, formerly the
Third Attach? at the American Embassy in Paris...and up till a few
minutes ago, the old woman had been the Queen of England. Across the
great hall, doors were opening and red-clad beings were wading in among
the rutting masses.
"But at least they won't go to waste," He said turning away from
the window. His scaly mouth opened in a hideous reptilian grin, revealing
several rows of sharp, gleaming, triangular teeth. "It's nearly dinner
time... and they are so very, very tasty....."
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