Chuck Tingle
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Bisexually Pounded By The Mysterious New Jersey Drones
🕑 Added 2024-12-18 15:53:21 +0000 UTC
Hank’s evening walks are a highlight of his day, an opportunity to disconnect from the usual chaos of work and tune into the natural New Jersey landscape. It’s a reliable routine, but things change when Hank spots a gathering of mysterious hovering objects in the evening sky.
Upon returning home, Hank’s online research reveals that thousands of people have been spotting these enigmatic flying drones. What they’re doing up there, however, is still a mystery.
When two of these drones arrive at Hank’s door, the truth starts gradually falling into place. It seems there’s much more happening in the New Jersey skies than previously thought, and it’s more erotic—and bisexual—than anyone could’ve ever imagined.
This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling bisexual drone on human threesome action.
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BISEXUALLY POUNDED BY THE MYSTERIOUS NEW JERSEY DRONES
By Chuck Tingle
Everyone has a routine. Some are stricter than others, of course, but as human beings we’re built to repeat patterns. Once you realize this, the importance of holidays makes much more sense, but these essential echoes don’t just come around once a year. Every day we’re drawn to things that feel familiar and warm, like an order of chocolate milk at the local coffee shop, or a particular way of placing things at our desk.
My routine comes in the form of an evening walk.
After a long day at work, there’s nothing like taking some time for myself and putting a little movement under my feet. The majority of my day is spent sitting at an office cubicle gazing at spreadsheets on a pale screen, so making time for a connection with nature is paramount.
I can already sense the anticipation building within me as I lace up my walking shoes and pull on my sweatshirt. Outside, the sun is just beginning to dip over the edge of the horizon, lengthening shadows and painting the sky in a royal purple hue.
The last thing I do before I walk out the door is set my phone on the entryway table, then I make my exit.
Some people might react with shock at me leaving my phone behind, but I’ve found it’s actually the most important step. I used to listen to podcasts or music during these walks, and that was fulfilling in its own way, but eventually I found my attention drifting off to social media scrolling or reading articles on that little screen. It’s fine sometimes, but it’s not what this walk is about.
I take a deep breath as I step out onto my front porch, appreciating the scent of pine as I directly connect to this moment. The suburbs of New Jersey get a lot of shit, but I love it here. The trees and nature are woven through everything, such an integrated part of the landscape that it fades into the background and most people forget it’s even there.
Not me, though, and rekindling that awareness is what this walk is all about.
I make my way down the front steps and out onto the sidewalk, my steps brisk and my chin up. Without my phone to distract me, I find my gaze beginning to wander. Inevitably, it turns skyward, watching as the wash of hues begins to gradually shift and change. The purple becomes darker as a flare of pink emerges.
I’ve left the neighborhood now, strolling out to the lookout point. It’s the halfway mark of my route, a place for me to pause and gaze at the vast landscape below.
Tonight, I’ve arrived just in time to watch the stars twinkling into existence, a giant blanket of shimmering lights finally making their arrival and claiming the sky for their own. I pause to find my favorite constellations, searching out familiar patterns, but this is where my routine abruptly shifts.
I furrow my brow, not entirely sure of what I’m seeing. There’s movement in the sky, something nearly imperceptible unless you take a moment and really focus on it. The illumination is subtle, and the speed is quick, a parade of tiny objects zipping through the air several hundred feet up.
I realize now that a soft, auditory hum has slipped in behind the usual sounds of nature.
“What the fuck?” I wonder aloud.
My hand instinctually moves towards my pocket, searching for my phone, but I’m instantly reminded that I left this device back at the house. My connection to information has been severed, and all I’m left with are my own eyes and ears.
I stand here a while longer, watching the strange objects buzz back and forth in a variety of patterns, until finally my curiosity gets the best of me. With nothing to investigate online, I’m left to take matters into my own hands.
“Hey!” I call out in the loudest voice I can muster. “Who are you? What are you doing up there?”
The zooming, flying objects just continue along their eccentric paths, darting back and forth through the night air. No response.
Eventually, there’s nothing left to do but turn around and walk back home.
The whole way I’m left to consider this odd occurrence, wondering what I could’ve possibly just witnessed. These things are high enough that they must be visible from all over New Jersey, maybe even New York, which means other people should be talking about this strange phenomenon.
The moment I step through my door I spring into action, skipping over my phone and heading straight for the laptop that sits on my dining room table. I pop it open and get to work, immediately entering the search phrase: mysterious flying objects over New Jersey.
Thousands of headlines appear, flooding my screen with information. At first it’s too much to take in, my eyes darting all over the place as a whole slew of peculiar words come cascading over me in a mighty wave.
“Drones?” I say aloud, this one-word explanation falling awkwardly from my lips.
I’m no expert on drones, but I’ve seen them before. These little helicopter-like machines have long been integrating themselves into society, an invention with many different purposes. The most horrific of their uses involves military operations and deadly strikes, but over time the commercial availability of drones has made them useful for things like filmmaking and photography. People race them through obstacle courses, or zoom them across town to deliver pizza to a friend.
Still, what they are does little to answer the why. Regardless of the many uses drones have, I still don’t see why there would be so many up in the sky this evening. Apparently, it’s been like this for weeks.
Unlike me, however, the internet has loads of theories.
A skeptic on the first message board that I find says that this whole thing is a case of mass hysteria, a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy that started when a handful of people innocently sent their drones up one night to zoom around. Other folks noticed and started talking about it, which made even more folks pay a little more attention than usual. Eventually, everyone was looking skyward, and this prompted another round of drone pilots to come out and join the fun. Once the news started covering it, the whole movement became a reason to fire up your drone and take a spin through the evening air.
Others, however, imagine something much more sinister. Some people seem to think this is a classified program set on crafting a new paradigm in society. They’re testing whether or not the government can normalize these surveillance drones and, if possible, will gradually introduce them across the United States without pushback.
My favorite of these theories, however, is the one that posits these drones are actually extraterrestrial messengers. While society has already made contact with the space raptors on Earth Two through our outpost on Zorbus, the prospect of other intergalactic creatures is something that immediately piques my interest.
I scroll a little farther down, diving into the next article when my thoughts are interrupted by three sudden knocks at the front door. I jump in alarm, my heart skipping a beat as I glance over my shoulder.
It’s getting late, and I don’t have any plans this evening. There’s absolutely no reason for someone to come knocking at this hour.
“Hello?” I call out.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I slowly rise from my chair and approach the door, my heart pounding in my chest. The closer I creep, the more a bizarre tone fills the air, a familiar buzz I’d taken note of just a few minutes earlier.
“Hello?” I yell again.
The hum is even louder now, rattling away on the other side of the door. I already know what’s out there, and this realization fills me with dread, yet I don’t turn away. This is one of those moments when your fear is strong, but your curiosity is even stronger.
I open the door to reveal two drones floating before me. It’s not a surprise, but what is surprising is just how attractive they are. Up there in the darkness it was hard to get a good look at these strange, hovering machines, but up close I can see that their faces are gorgeous and their smiles are kind.
“Oh, hi!” I blurt.
“Hey,” says the first drone. “I’m Kari and this is Trent. We heard you have some questions for us?”
An icy chill runs down my spine. Have these machines tapped into my computer and downloaded all of my private information? Have they been monitoring my internet searches and now confirmed that I’ve been digging into their mysterious nightly flights?
“How do you know I have questions?” I asked, struggling to remain calm.
Kari and Trent exchange glances. “Because you asked us,” she says.
“I did?” I fumble.
“Yeah, just a few minutes ago,” Kari continues. “You walked out onto the bluff and yelled, remember? You wanted to know what we were doing up there.”
“Oh, yeah,” I reply, realizing now what they’re talking about. I find myself desperately trying to recenter, shaking my head as if this might brush the cobwebs off my thoughts. “I’m so sorry, come in.”
I step back and open the door even wider, gesturing the drones inside.
“I’m Hank,” I say, introducing myself.
The mechanical devices float gracefully into my house.
“So… what’s going on up there?” I ask, getting right to the point.
This question causes Trent, the drone I haven’t spoken to yet, to erupt in a fit of laughter. “We can’t just tell you, it’s top secret.”
“Then why are you here?” I press.
Trent hesitates, choosing his words carefully. “You seem like the type of person who it might be worth letting in on the truth,” he offers cryptically. “The thing is, once you know, you’re also on the inside.”
“Meaning that you can’t turn around and tell someone else,” the drone explains. “You’ll be sworn to secrecy, just like us.”
I can’t help the mischievous smirk that crosses my face. “Unless I find someone who’s the type of person worth letting in on the secret,” I say, repeating his own words back to him.
Trent winks. “Exactly.”
“Alright,” I reply, plopping down into my favorite living room chair and settling back into the cushions. “How can I prove to you that I’m worth it?”
Kari and Trent float into position above the couch that sits across from me, coming to rest but still maintaining their constant hover. “Well, you’re off to a good start,” Kari says. “There’s three things that we noticed when you yelled out to us.”
“Oh, okay.”
“First of all, you we’re paying attention,” Kari begins. “That’s a big one, most people have their heads buried in their phones, but you were gazing right up and taking it all in. These days, it’s a hard quality to find in a man.”
“Thank you,” I say with genuine appreciation. I’m glad they noticed this factor, as it’s an important part of my nightly walk.
Trent takes over for the next point. “The other thing we noticed is that you’re curious,” he explains. “You’d be surprised at how many people immediately go get a rock and try to knock us out of the sky. It’s the number one most common reaction. Some people even grab a gun, which is just…” he trails off and shudders. “It’s just a terrible idea. I mean, I’d rather not be murdered in cold-blood, but if they miss there’s a whole other moral dilemma to contend with. That bullet is gonna come down somewhere, right? Just because you don’t see where the shot lands, that doesn’t mean it’s not cracking through someone’s windshield or hitting a kid on a swing-set.”
This horrible thought causes my stomach to immediately drop.
“The point is, don’t shoot guns in the air,” Trent says. “I don’t need to tell you that, though. The first thing you did was just ask us a question. It was really incredible to see.”
“And lastly?” I press, realizing now that we’ve arrived at the third point.
“Lastly, we both think you’re really cute,” Kari chimes in with a surprisingly flirtatious smile.
Her comment causes my whole body to tighten up, striking something deep within me. I can feel my breath catch in my throat as I reel from the abrupt shift in atmosphere, my understanding of this interaction completely flipped on its head.
“Oh… thank you,” I reply.
I’d already been attracted to these living machines, but now that I recognize the potential for something more, I can feel that desire starting to bloom.
“Do you want us to show you what’s going on up there?” Kari coos seductively.
I gulp, then nod.
“Because, like we said, that information is only for certain people. Close people.”
I nod again.
The drones begin floating towards me, taking their time as the tension builds. Closer and closer they creep, until their humming mechanical bodies are right up against mine.
“I want to know,” I sigh.
Suddenly, all three of us erupt in a furious barrage of kisses, making out from every angle as we enthusiastically give into the moment. My lips meet Trent’s first, the drone floating directly before me and taking me within his passionate embrace. Meanwhile, Kari kisses along my neck and shoulders, working her way across my body.
“Oh fuck,” I sigh, not quite ready to feel this good already.
The drones begin to strip away my clothing, peeling the fabric from my skin and tossing it to the side. It’s not long before I’m completely naked and sandwiched between them, their mechanical drone hands working their way across every inch of my skin.
I’m just as busy exploring them in turn. I trace my fingers across Trent’s body, admiring his incredible craftsmanship.
“You’re… out of this world,” I say, searching for a hint of his origin, but the handsome drone just pushes this aside. It appears they’re not quite ready to open every mystery box just yet.
From the front of Trent’s body a massive cock has started swelling, rapidly growing in size and jutting out towards me in an impressive rocket of flesh. Larger and larger it blooms, tempting me with its girth until, finally, I’m compelled to wrap my hand around it.
Trent lets out a long, satisfied groan, rocking his hips against me as I begin to pump my grip up and down across his length. I start slowly, taking note of the way he reacts and then gradually gaining speed until we reach a confident pace.
A similar moan escapes my lips when Kari reaches around from behind me and grabs my dick in turn. She strokes me in time with the movements of my hand, a chain of pleasure that builds and builds as our tempo escalates.
The sensation is incredible, and for a moment I’m worried that I’ll explode right then and there. This fear of ending too soon compels me to switch things up, dropping to my knees and opening wide for Trent’s massive cock. I take him between my lips and immediately begin to bob up and down across his shaft, working him diligently at the same pace as the hand that came before.
This new position forces Kari to release her grip, but offers an exciting new opportunity of its own. The beautiful drone floats into position above me, side by side with Trent as she reaches down to expose herself.
I take a break from servicing Trent’s cock and move over to Kari’s pussy, leaning my head back and lapping away at her most sensitive area. The drone buckles forward a bit, struggling to maintain her delicate sense of balance despite the incredible pleasures that are now coursing through her body.
I work diligently, eventually transitioning these long movements of my tongue into sparse, quick flickers. With my free hand, I return to stroking Trent off.
“Keep going, keep going,” Kari begs, mumbling these words under her breath but growing a little louder with every passing round. She reaches down and places a hand against the back of my head, pushing me harder against her clit as her vocalizations reach a fever pitch. She’s screaming now, lost in the moment. “Keep going! Keep going! I’m gonna fucking cum!”
With this last word she starts to buck and quake, carried over the edge of a powerful orgasm. She throws her head back and lets out a howl of pleasure as I carry her through this journey from start to finish, then finally falls away in a state of blissed out satisfaction.
When I turn my oral attention back to Trent I take an entirely new approach. I open wide and take his cock between my lips once again, but this time I refuse to bob up and down. Instead, I swallow him deeper and deeper into my gullet, relaxing my gag reflex and taking him all the way down in a stunning deep throat maneuver. The next thing I know, my face is pressed up against his humming drone body, his cock fully consumed.
I hold like this for as long as I possibly can, allowing Trent to savor the moment before I’m finally forced to pull back in a mighty gasp for air. Spit dangles between my lips and the head of his cock in a long, semi-translucent strand.
“That was amazing,” Trent says.
“You can say that again,” Kari chimes in. “I think he’s ready.”
“I’m ready,” I confirm.
The two of them help me to my feet and turn me around, popping my ass out towards Trent’s slippery rod. Kari guides me back, even going so far as to spread my cheeks as she aligns me with Trent’s gigantic member. I can feel his girthy shaft pressing against the puckered entrance of my waiting backdoor, teasing me for a moment before sliding together with a singular, potent thrust.
“You’re so fucking big,” I groan.
Trent pauses, allowing a moment for me to adjust to his incredible size, then gradually begins to pump in and out of my body with a deep, steady grind. I quickly fall into the rhythm, so lost in the moment that I hardly notice when the two of us begin to lift off the ground.
My eyes go wide as I glance down and realize that we’re now floating three feet in the air.
“Whoa!” I blurt. “What’s happening?”
“You’re getting your answers,” Kari whispers in my ear.
Trent has his arms around me, holding me tight against him in the doggystyle position as we begin floating towards the open window of my living room. We cruise through, drifting out into the night air and continuing our ascent skyward. Kari is right there with us the entire time, offering me words of safety and encouragement.
The thing is, even without her guidance I wouldn’t be afraid. Despite the ever-growing distance between us and the ground, there’s absolutely no worry that they’ll drop me. They’ve got my back.
“Hey there!” someone calls out, breaking my focus.
I glance over to see another fully nude man floating through the night air. A woman drone is behind him, her massive strap-on cock shoved deep into his asshole. The man smiles and waves.
“Hello!” I call out, waving back.
“First time?”
I nod.
“Have fun!” he offers, then drifts away.
Looking around, I suddenly realize that we’re surrounded by hundreds of human and drone pairings, the night sky absolutely overflowing with erotic combinations. I catch sight of one women taking a hunky drone from either side, and a long chain of oral sex that alternates between human and drone for at least eight links.
We all begin to zoom around one another in intricate patterns, the grunts and groans of every human drowned out by the incredible hum of propeller blades.
“This is our secret,” Kari shouts. “The reason we’re out here every night flying around… it’s an orgy.”
It all makes perfect sense, and I’m suddenly embarrassed that I didn’t notice it sooner. I don’t have long to dwell on this incredible reveal, however, as pleasure takes over and consumes my thoughts. I can feel the warmth at the pit of my stomach slowly building, churning and growing into something untenable as it spills across my arms and legs.
Trent keeps hammering away at me from behind, slamming up my ass with everything that he’s got. He’s an incredibly skilled lover, hitting my prostate just right, and just when I think it can’t possibly get any better, Kari floats into position in front of me.
The beautiful drone opens wide and takes my rod between her lips, sucking me off while Trent continues to pound my ass. These dual sources of pleasure swirl within me like a mighty erotic cocktail, creating something even more powerful than the sum of their parts.
I can feel my impending climax looming like a massive wave, cresting wave.
“Oh fuck, I’m so fucking close,” I cry out, pushed to the edge.
I’m so caught up in the sensual eruptions within my body that I almost lose track of where I am, but just as I’m about to cum I catch sight of the distant skyline. I see the glorious city lights and the cosmic vastness of the sky above, and in this breathtaking moment it all makes perfect sense why these drones would hold their orgies in such a beautiful place.
The orgasm hits me hard. I throw my head back and let out a frantic scream of pleasure, hot white spunk erupting from my shaft and flooding into Kari’s mouth. She takes it all, swallowing graciously as I’m completely drained. All the while, Trent continues hammering away at my ass from behind. He carries me through the entirety of my orgasm, never letting up until I’m completely finished.
The second that I’m done, however, Trent pushes deep and erupts with a payload of his own. I can feel his cum blasting into me, filling up my ass until there’s no room left and it comes spilling out from the tightly packed rim in milky streaks.
The three of us begin to descend, floating back down to my home far below. What appears to be a miniature city from this high up starts to gradually transform, returning to the scale that I remember. Soon enough, I’m drifting back through my living room window.
The drones set me down, then float over to the front door.
“So now you know,” Kari says. “You’re on the inside now.”
“My lips are sealed,” I tell them.
The sentient machines smile and nod, then open the door and float out into the night. I watch them go with an aching in my heart, not entirely sure if I’m ready for the night to end just yet.
“Wait!” I suddenly call out, stopping them in their tracks. “What if I want to meet up again?”
“You know where to find us,” Trent says, pointing up to the night sky. “See those lights over there?”
I step out onto the porch, my gaze struggling to trace the path of Trent’s gesture.
“Over there?” I ask. “I can’t really see much of anything.”
“A little to the right,” he instructs.
Finally, something catches my eye. Four yellow orbs flicker into existence just above the tree line. “Oh, there we go!” I shout excitedly.
I glance over at Kari and Trent, expecting some kind of confirmation, but their gaze is still locked on the orbs.
“Is that not it?” I press.
Kari shakes her head. “Nope. Those aren’t drones. They’re too big.”
“Then what are they?
Before my new friends get the chance to answer, the orbs abruptly shoot off into the sky, whipping through the air at incredible speeds and then disappearing just as quickly as they arrived.
“Was that… a UFO?” I ask, visions of big-eyed grey aliens dancing through my head.
“I don’t know,” Trent replies. “I guess it could’ve been anything.”
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