I remember it all so clearly.

No! Really! I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wrong. I know that bitch messed me up. I know my memory is all mixed up, but the memories I have are all so clear. I remember I left my wife...

Yes. My wife! Stop your sniggering and let me tell you. You wanted me to tell you, didn’t you? So shut up and I will.

I remember I left my wife on the mother planet and went to the second moon to whore with Dana, the Lizard Bitch. I was feeling lucky. Real lucky.

Well, you know how difficult it is to get an appointment with Dana, the Lizard Bitch. The whole operation is only quasi-legal to begin with! I had to win a lottery just to get on the waiting list. Then it was two years before I took the physical, and then I still had to wait another two years before it was my turn again. They made me take a second physical because it had been so long. She only takes one customer per night, you know. It took me a long time to raise the money, too.

And my wife was so good about it.

My wife! I better explain something. I wasn’t all that good looking a guy, and if the truth be known, I wasn’t very well endowed and I did poorly with the poor lot I was endowed with. My wife was plain, flat top and bottom, and mousy. Our sex life was tepid at best. Before I rented Dana, the Lizard Bitch, my wife and I almost never had sex, and when we did, I screwed her more to be milked than for sex. Come and go was my modes operandi, and why she put up with it, I’ll never know.

Anyway, I shuttled up to the second moon to see if Dana, the Lizard Bitch could live up to her reputation. I even took interest in life again as my anticipation grew.

I walked into the building, passed my ID through the slot, authorized payment... You know how it goes. They brought me some wine and told me to sit down, and I waited. The receptionist noticed I hadn’t touched the wine and told me to drink up. I said, “No, thanks,” and told her I wasn’t thirsty. The bitch frowned at me and said it was part of the package and it was required. So, to shut her up, I drank it.

Then, I waited about an hour. There were vids but I couldn’t read them. I tried scanning them, but I was too nervous.

At length, a real pretty woman came in all smiles and told me to follow her. Hey! I could have rented her and felt I got my money’s worth. Know what I mean? Anyway, she led me to the suite and opened the door for me. I stumbled in. Yeah. Stumbled on the carpet. Felt like a fool. She laughed and closed the door behind me.

For all that money, the accommodations weren’t much. The waiting room was more luxurious. This room where the pretty woman left me was large but mostly bare. It had an old-fashioned spring bed in the middle, and a bare wooden table to the side. There was a large green pitcher on the table, and one large, clear drinking glass. No windows. There were light bars along the ceiling junctions. Real crude, you know.

I waited a while and then sat on the bed. Like I said, there were no chairs.

After a while, the door opened and in came a young woman. She was attractive, but not as attractive as the one who showed me in. The woman - I mean the one who came in - smiled at me and said, “Hi. I’m Dana, the Lizard Whore.” See, everyone calls her the Lizard Bitch, but her real title is Lizard Whore.

Anyway, she saw the disappointment in my face and laughed. She said, “Trust me.”

I said, “Yes, Ma’am, but you don’t look much like a lizard.” She didn’t. She had no scales and her eyes were strictly human. She wore a white terry cloth robe and nothing on her feet.

She said, “Silly boy,” so sweet I thought I was going to break out in pimples, and then she opened up her robe. It took my breath away. Her figure was so fine, but those scales! Those scales! Her body had the scales. They were blue, or green, and when she moved, they caught the light and changed shades and hues, reflecting wildly with her motion as though her body were like the surface of a sea.

They began at her one shoulder and kind of fell down covering one breast but not the other and at her waist they surrounded her and continued down her inner thighs but the rest of her legs were normal. I didn’t know if she shaved or if she didn’t have hair to begin with, but where my wife had hair, Dana, the Lizard Bitch did not. Know what I mean?

Dana, the Lizard Bitch’s eyes twinkled when she saw my appreciation. I remember this all very distinctly. I don’t care what they say about her venom.

Oh. Her venom. I’ll get back to that.

She came behind me and helped me out of my clothes. May I be blunt? I assume you want me to tell you everything, and...

May I be blunt? I mean, do you want me to be blunt?

I had the grandest stiffer I ever endured!

(But even at that, my stiffer was nothing to brag about.)

I felt self-conscious and forced myself to remember that she was there for me and it didn’t matter what my physical shortcomings were. I took her hand and moved it down, trying to get her to hold it, but she pulled away. “Now, now,” she scolded. “I want your hand first.”

I thought she meant for me to cop a feel or something, but instead, she turned my wrist up and rubbed it with a cotton swab with alcohol. I don’t know where it came from, but hey! She was a professional and probably did this a few thousand times already.

You know, the demand for Dana, the Lizard Bitch is really high! I mean, she’s the only one! Remember the big scandal when it was learned how the advanced genetic research credits where being used? That nut case in charge of the project was going to produce hundreds of Danas. When I looked at her scaly breast, I remember thinking they should legalize the genetic code again, because when Dana’s gone... Well, you know. She’s the only one. That was before I understood...

Never mind. I’ll get to that later. I mean, you probably want to hear the gory details.

The bitch smiled at me so sweetly. A few light wisps of her blonde hair fell across her forehead and she looked like a child. She said gently, “Now don’t be frightened. This will hurt just a little, but it’s necessary for the program.”

She opened her mouth as though to scream or yawn, and I wasn’t too concerned until I realized her mouth was still opening wider. The bitch had a jaw that could dislocate! It pulled all the way down to her neck! Then, two curved fangs swiveled down from her pallet. I knew about the venom; but they could have warned me about the dislocating jaw and the snake fangs! And they could have told me what the venom was for!

I knew it had something to do with the program, so I regained my composure as she gently brought her mouth down to my wrist. It was amazing. I felt her fangs puncture my skin and then she nodded her head down, pushing them deeper. Then, the sides of her neck swelled up and out like a balloon. I saw two tiny rivulets of my own blood and was getting a little nervous.

She grimaced real hard and I saw the muscles in her neck begin to flex real hard, and the next thing I knew, her neck began contracting again, forcing the venom into my bloodstream. She trembled with the effort and then gasped as she pulled away, almost as if in fright. She gasped again, and then she took a more controlled deep breath. She wiped my blood and her venom off her mouth and chin.

She looked exhausted from the effort. She sat down on the bed and began weeping silently. I was standing there, stupid, fixated on her shining blue, green body and on how her scales were so reflective, and wondering why she was crying - and what I should do about it.

She smiled up at me and wiped her eyes. “I always do that,” she said. “I don’t know why.”

I stood there and realized my erection was gone. I thought, What the Hell! I looked around the room like I was going to see something that I hadn’t noticed before and wondered what was going on? Then I got angry. I looked at her and said, “Shall we begin?” My voice was a little testy.

Man, it was weird. Her sweet, sad smile turned slowly on a sour note and in a moment she looked evil. She was grinning at me like she knew something I didn’t. It was a mean smile like I had fallen into her trap or something. I was about to freak. I mean, I had her venom inside me!

Her grin went away and she glowered at me like I was the one who... I don’t know... killed her parents or something; like she wanted me dead and tortured, and not in that order. She whispered slowly, harshly in a snakelike voice, all sibilants and ominous; she said, “So you want to fuck me, do you? Don’t you realize I’m not even a member of your species!”

That question really hit home. She’s a composite, you know. Human DNA as a base, mixed with some natural reptiles and who knows what other artificial alterations. She wasn’t human, though, and suddenly I was terrified... And embarrassed! I mean, she looked at me the way a kodo monster might look at a guy just before devouring him. But still, while I’m worried about being devoured, I felt like I was the farmer on the back 40 with a sheep! I wondered, What the hell was I doing there, planning to have sex with a sub-human freak?

And yet, there were the stories I’d heard about her. I asked, “What’s going on?” and my voice was tremulous. I felt like an ass. A very nervous ass.

And in an instant, she turned sweet again. She stood up and moved close to me and I felt her cold fingers on my penis. I shuddered. She said, “The venom is beginning to work now, but it won’t last.”

I said, “I don’t feel anything,” and she laughed sweetly.

She whispered so softly, “The whole point of your being here is to feel something.” Then she moved in and her whole body was against mine. She was cold and I remembered, Hey! She is a lizard! She turned her head and kissed me on the neck and it tickled and I shuddered. She laughed and pulled away. I was fully erect again.

She went to the table and poured a dark liquid from the pitcher, into the glass. It was thick. Real viscous, you know. She said, “When you feel the venom beginning to wear off, drink this. It revitalizes the power of my poison.” She explained that she could only make one injection a night because it took that long for her body to produce the venom, so in lieu of her biting me every few minutes, I would take the elixir.

I told her I didn’t feel a thing. I wasn’t high, or drunk, or wasted or anything. I said, “The venom isn’t working.”

She laughed again and I was thinking she was a merry little reptile. She said, “The wine you drank in the lobby was the preparation for the venom. It was a mild psychedelic agent. It’s a programmable hallucinogen that hides the real me from your eyes. It makes me beautiful to you.”

Not really, I thought. Your body, yes, but...

She continued, “It’s the venom that makes your very existence possible now. Everything you see and feel is the venom. Can you hear the laughing?”

I said, “Laughing?”

She said, “Now and then, you’ll hear laughing. Not real laughter, but you’ll be able to sense it. You are not aware of the venom’s effect, but you will most certainly be aware when it begins to wear off. Remember, when you feel the need, just sip from this glass.”

Then she looked very stern and said, “When the glass is empty, you will come down and stay down, and you will never see me again.”

Then she smiled again and said, “Now! Take me and ravage me! Use me up.” As she said it, she looked down at my puny erection and I thought she was being sarcastic. She pissed me off for that moment, but then she dropped on her knees and took me in. A cold blow job! It was weird. I mean, her mouth was cold, at first, but then it began to heat up until it was a comfortable 98.6. See, it was my own body heat or something.

Anyway, she was terrific. I mean, she reached forward until her lips were right down at the bottom and her nose was pressing in deep against me. Then she sucked against me until it was tighter than a vagina and then she pulled back, pulling at my erection as it slid from her mouth.

Oh! I remember it all. So clearly! Again, she went in; again she sucked up tight and pulled away. She kept doing this for a moment or two and I became aware that not only was she pulling hard against my penis, but my stomach seemed to be sucked down a bit, too.

Slowly, she took me in again and as she pulled away, she gently pulled my stomach, my heart and lungs, and even my neck felt the gentle pulling. The insides of my thighs felt the tug, too. It was exquisite. I closed my eyes to enjoy this incredible sensation, and then I came. She didn’t seem to notice. She just kept sucking, but I sure noticed! I noticed that I was still cumming.

I noticed that my heart had stopped and that my whole stomach and both thighs were on fire and I kept pulsing and pulsing into her mouth as she slowly took me in again and again and my muscles were tensed up like violin strings. How long was it? A minute? I don’t know. I just know that human beings don’t have orgasms like that. And I don’t have that much semen.

And yet, I just kept gushing into her mouth. I saw the white liquid dripping down her chin. There was a puddle of the stuff on the floor. Some of it was dripping down her chest. And all the while, the incredible, joyful pain of it all seared my brain and I almost broke a tooth from clenching my jaw like a bear trap.

It was over. I stood there breathing hard. She looked up at me and her chin glistened with my cum. She laughed at me. “Way to go, Sailor,” she teased.

She looked at my dead organ and pouted. “Oh,” she said pathetically, like she had been denied a treat. Then she started licking it. She gently tickled my scrotum with her fingers and then I felt her hand slide between my thighs and a cold finger entered my rectum. It was a nice sensation, and believe it or not, I started to become erect again. I remember thinking how strange it was because I had always taken a long time to recover, before.

But then I looked down and saw the head of a snake and it had completely devoured my penis. Dana, the Lizard Bitch had turned into a snake! And when she pulled back from my erection, her tongue was still wrapped around it, only now it was a long snake tongue, and it rasped against me as it uncoiled from me. The snake grinned at my penis. She looked up at me and suggested it was time to take a sip of the elixir.

I took a sip. It tasted terrible, but even as I swallowed it, the snake became a buxom black girl with the darkest eyes and with corn row hair. She was still on her knees and she had pressed her tits about my dick. And I couldn’t help it. I was hard as a rock! And I was bigger than ever. I looked at my arms and they were muscular.

My chest was broad and my legs looked powerful and athletic. The girl took my hand and pulled me to the bed. She lay down on her back and threw her legs so wide apart, I wondered that her hips might be double jointed. Dana, the Lizard Bitch had no pubic hair, but the black girl had an enormous patch, and as I moved forward, the most important thing I could do was throw my mouth down and rub my nose in the steaming African jungle. I took her vulva in my mouth and sucked. As desperate as I was, I was surprisingly gentle.

She shuddered and moaned when my tongue moved up her labia to tickle her clitoris. “Harder,” she moaned. She grabbed my head and pulled my face in hard against her and I thought I was going to suffocate! Her taste was sweet and I needed to lick all of her juices in. My tongue delved down deep and I suddenly realized my tongue was longer, too. With my mouth hermetically sealed against her mound, my tongue slid deeper and deeper.

I pushed in periodic thrusts, sliding back just a little after each advance. And with each advance, she moaned as my tongue rubbed against that amazing clitoris. I knew something was wrong because I couldn’t find the bottom. My tongue had to be at least a yard long by now, but I still searched in vain for an end to this amazing tunnel. And I had to keep boring in because the tip of my tongue was as sensitive as the tip of my dick and each time I pushed in, I could taste her more intensely. Her vaginal lubrication tasted to me as... What? As a tangy, warm affirmation of the need to procreate.

I’m sorry. I’m not eloquent, but his bitch tasted like necessity, itself. I was powerless to stop drinking in her vaginal secretions. I had to taste more and more, and so I twisted my head hard against her vulva, thrusting ever deeper with that enormous tongue. She responded to my every move. Her thighs clamped hard against my ears and she pushed herself and me way up high until only her shoulders and feet were still on the bed, and still I hugged hard against her crotch and sucked as though I was starving.

My tongue had an orgasm, and the universe had finally given me permission to withdraw. And as the enormous tongue, borrowed from who knows where, came sliding out, it caused the black girl to writhe on the bed. My face broke away and I looked at her as my tongue continued to pull back, I was almost out, when the head of my tongue got hung up in her. I panicked.

I stood up and pulled back and my tongue pulled her off the bed. I stepped back and continued to drag her. It should have been painful for her, but I saw she was enjoying it. Her vagina was clamped down hard on my tongue, and it was fine.

Until the elixir wore off, that is. The black girl had been so beautiful, but that kodo monster she evolved into was one of the most frightening things I’ve ever seen. It was faced away from me and my tongue was still inserted in her private parts, and she turned to look at me and she looked real annoyed in an intimidating kind of way and I wondered why the hell I was giving cunnilingus to a kodo monster. I stepped back quickly to the table and took another sip. My tongue was still hung in there, and her mouth was open and threatening, but somehow I managed to take a sip of the elixir.

It took only a moment before the kodo monster lost hold of my reality. And I heard the laughter for the first time. It wasn’t distinct, and if Dana, the Lizard Bitch hadn’t told me about it, I might not have been able to define it as laughter at all. It was a bit disquieting, but there was something more important to me at that moment.

There was a sweet young girl; about 16, wearing spring clothes. She looked terrified. She was looking at me and suddenly I understood why she was scared.

My teeth clenched tight with hatred as I moved forward. She tried to move away but I caught her by her blouse and yanked her back. I slapped her with the back of my hand and she yelped. I knew I would never do this in real life, but that little bitch had become the focal point of all my anger accumulated over the span of my life. I couldn’t be cruel enough to that whore. She cowered on the floor as I hovered over her. I kicked her a few times and then reached down and ripped away her clothes.

She screamed and I covered her mouth with my huge hairy hand. I remembered I used to have delicate, un-manly hands with only a few soft, light hairs on the back, but now I had a workingman’s hands, thick; calloused, and with dark hair on the backs. These were hands appropriate to the deed. I glowered at her and her eyes protruded in fear. “Not another sound,” I whispered with barely contained rage.

She tried to remain silent, but in her fright, she squealed a high pitch of desperation. I fell on top of her. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them down painfully on the hard wood floor. I thought I remembered there being a carpet. It didn’t matter. The missing carpet wasn’t important to me. Raping this little cunt was! I punched her legs apart with my huge thighs. She pleaded with her eyes and whimpered, “Please, don’t,” but her absolute helplessness only excited me to further atrocity.

I spit on my fingers and lubricated her. I reached down for my erection and was astonished by its girth. I looked down and saw the menacing head. It was large and dull beyond reason. I knew a weapon like this was useless as a tool of love. No woman could accommodate it in comfort. No. This was a weapon of rape, and so I shoved it, uninvited, hard into her soft, innocent cunt. She responded by suddenly craning her head back, screaming quietly, her mouth wide open in horror and pain.

Her eyelids were clenched tight as fists. She wasn’t breathing as she comprehended the new sensations. A virgin! Of course, a virgin! Would Dana, the Lizard Bitch let me rape anything but a virgin? I began pumping my hips violently. There wasn’t enough lubrication, but it was wonderful, anyway.

I realized that my pleasure was in direct inverse proportion to my victim’s distress, and that simple fact drove me forward to greater cruelties. I cupped her tender little breast in my hand and squeezed it hard. I had never known such strength, and neither had she. I took the nipple in my teeth and bit unmercifully.

I was already cumming, and as before, I came and came and came. I discovered that if I hit the adorable little teenager, it increased the intensity of my orgasm, so I clenched my fist and punched her. I hit her in the face, her chest, her stomach; anywhere I could reach.

But as the thrill of rape and potential murder began to drain me of the last drops, the horror of it broke through and I was ruined with shame. As she lay there, limp, eyes open but unfocussed, still alive but beyond any torture I could administer, I was overwhelmed with compassion for her.

Clearly, it was time for another sip.

I stood up and left the little cheerleader bleeding and broken on the floor. I took another sip and turned to see a delicate oriental girl in a silk garment smiling at me. She said something I didn’t understand. I moved forward and we kissed. It was as sweet as the rape had been violent. I found I could remove her garment with a simple pull of a tie at her neck. It fell away and I rolled over on top. Her thighs girded my hips and we kissed again.

I loved this woman as I had never loved before, and my penetration of her was almost incidental compared with our sweet sharing kisses. My hips moved up and down. The enormous erection I had used in the rape was gone. My penis was a normal size now, though it was certainly of a greater magnitude than my original, humble architecture had ever been.

The dual sensations of her lips on mine and her vagina caressing my penis filled me with a sense of well being and contentment. We rolled over and she sat on my hips and undulated for me. I reached up and took her small breasts in my hands and she held my hands against her.

She took my fingers and kissed them with an impish grin and a sly twinkle in her eye. She maneuvered off me and shifted around to take me in her mouth. I saw her leg lifting up to bring her vulva down to my mouth. I felt her fingers penetrate my rectum, and the idea excited me to follow suit. It wasn’t like with the black girl. The Asian wasn’t urgent; only sweet.

We became weightless and could perform the deed with more freedom than is possible for those bound by gravity. I brought my one arm about her back and pulled her body tight against mine. I took my other hand and pressed her tiny bottom hard so my face was tight and wet against her vulva. She hugged me in a like manner and put two or three fingers up my rectum. Her mouth was sweet. She performed her fellatio slowly and with concern for my happiness.

I tried to reciprocate. She ran her tongue along all surfaces and played with my testicles. Being weightless and still floating, our legs tended more naturally to encompass our partner’s ears, and we both squeezed gently with our thighs. I saw the glass of elixir floating by and realized I didn’t want this to end, so I took a sip, and the physical improbability of a liquid remaining in a floating glass bothered me not a jot.

The plan didn’t exactly backfire, but I was supposed to drink it after the effect began wearing off. I had jumped the gun. I did it so I could continue my adoration of this exquisite brown girl. Instead, I found I was atop a new woman. She had red hair and freckles and the brightest green eyes. Her lips were red but I knew she wore no lipstick.

Unlike the oriental girl, I didn’t love this one. I was only fucking her. Somehow, the total lack of emotional connection between us had reduced the loving act of intercourse to nothing more than a fuck, and, therefore, made it much better. She was moaning and laughing, and then she would stop laughing as the sensations of intercourse forced her to moan again. She was a merry lay and I was having a great time.

I was straining, too. I closed my eyes a moment, and when I opened them, the redhead was gone. In her place was another girl. This one had auburn hair and squealed my name with an adorable accent I couldn’t identify. I remember how seriously she was taking this copulation. Unlike the redhead, this one had no inclination to laugh. I tried closing my eyes again. Sure enough, a third girl was beneath me. This one had huge breasts. They hung down by the sides of her chest and I was compelled to squeeze them.

I closed my eyes again, and each time I opened them, there was a new girl attached to me at the loins. Each of them was willing, each was deep in sexual ecstasy, and each was a new sensation. Each vagina went in its own direction with its own degree of compression, its own level of lubrication, and its own smell.