Sergeant Don Bufford was on night patrol in the Bayou, thinking about the events of the day, when he saw a flash of light in the swamp. He drove towards it as fast as possible. When he got close, he left his car. He found a dirt path that lead into the marshland and he followed it.
He made his way to what was evidently a crash site. Sergeant Bufford glimpsed at colored lights receding into the woods. He chased them briefly, but water and gators blocked him from advancing further. He went back to the burned-out hole that remained and called it in.
He returned to his earlier thoughts. Don had been depressed lately. It was the anniversary of his mother’s death. He was troubled by it.
So the next day he went to see Dr. Amy Chong, a psychotherapist.
He said upon meeting her, “I am depressed.”
She replied, “How can I make you happy?”
She was wearing pumps, a short dress and a low cut top.
Flustered, he blurted out as if he were a Tourette's patient, “You can suck my cock!”
Now realistically, he thought, he could only expect a slap to the face. He received something different.
“Okay, let me unzip you and get busy.” She did so.
Don was just about to come when Dr. Amy Chong said, “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Sure,” he said, feeling less depressed.
Don raised her dress and parted the slit in her panties. Her cunt was tight and wet. He wiggled his dick in and out. Once again, he was about to ejaculate when she spoke.
“Do you want to fuck me in the ass?”
“Sure thing,” Don said excitedly, “do you want lube?"
“It’s been taken care of. I am ready when you are.”
Don bent the doctor over the desk, hiked-up the back of her dress and pulled down her underwear.
Don went slow and easy. He came in Dr. Amy Chong's own personal glory hole.
Don didn’t feel depressed anymore.
That was ten years ago and Don had been fucking her ever since. Whenever Don felt a little down, he would fuck Dr. Amy Chong. She had long black hair, fantastic lashes and a very fine ass.
Now a Captain, Don Bufford was back in the Bayou investigating a case. Naturally, he was reminded of that rather bizarre evening so long ago. Currently, there had been sightings of strange colored people in the vicinity. They were not necessarily black people, but they were people of all colors, such as red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet and purple.
Don spotted a weird, rainbow colored house and he stopped to check it out. The front door creaked open. A black man who wore a black beret stepped out to greet Don.
“Hi, I’m Jim, the smiley cat who lets you in," he said with a smile. Jim took Don’s hat and jacket, and he gave him some tea.
“Now lookie here, I’m goin tell you how it goin be. These folks in this here house are time travelers from the future. They have been havin some hard times and they need your jiz to survive. They want to harvest your seed, so they can colonize and breed, so do them a good deed.”
Just what he didn’t need, some jive-ass doorman, thought Bufford, but he looked harmless enough, so Don intended to do him a solid.
“Now listen, I think I know what you all are up to here. I could arrest the whole bunch of you, but I am a fair man. If you let me fuck them, I will let you all go.”
“That will be perfect. These women know how to give pleasure. They’re not goin to take a syringe to you. Don’t worry, they goin do you good. Yes, sir!”
“Well, I guess in for a penny, in for a pound. Where do I go?”
“Go right this way to the red room.”
There was a red whore with red hair and red fuzz on her puss. The walls and ceiling were red. Along with those crazy, psychotic eyes, it was a lot to take in. A bit scary, but he wasn’t overly concerned because he had dealt with many insane characters during a long career. The captain was ready to get it on.
“Turn your red ass to me,” he commanded.
She did and Don proceeded to fuck her asshole. She was well lubed and Don loved the luxury of fucking her in the ass.
When he was done, the red girl went over to a large jar of Indian pottery, straddled it and let Don’s sperm drip into it. She had remained silent during the entire time, so he didn’t speak either. Don went to the next room without comment.
The room was orange. The girl there had orange pigtails and orange hair growing out of her armpits. She had a pussy shaped like a dried apricot and he was hoping she knew how to use it. The lady stood before a massage table and motioned him over. He lay down face up. The tart let her tits brush over his stomach as she brought her orange lips over the reddened area of his cock head. The slut’s tongue curled around his pole like a cloying snake. She sucked powerfully all the way to his pelvic bone. Don almost jerked off the orange table when he popped. His courtesan turned and spit his semen into an orange barrel.
Jim met Don in the hallway.
“You startin to tire, my man? You thirsty? Here, have a mint julep. Rest a bit, you have a ways to go, my man.”
Don lay back on an old brown sofa and he took a view of the ceiling. It featured naked angels riding a rainbow. He dozed off a bit, awoke, and then he cruised to the yellow room.
A beautiful, blonde consort danced in a grass skirt. She started to take it off. The dancer then jumped on the bed and gestured for him to join her. She fed him grapes while she rubbed him with her sausage-like, hemp colored labrum. Don initiated a touch of his own. The yellow woman immediately squirted her sex juices all over him. Don licked his face and liked the coconut taste. He leaned over her and slipped his prick into her glistening pussy. He was in deep when she started moving like a dolphin. He soon delivered quite a load.
