Chapter 7

Joan wasn’t amused. In fact she was furious. Once we dropped the Grem at the hospital to get checked out and got the Ag rooms, the vacated ones of the first generation, Angela sticking around and having Stan join her to be with one of the female Ag sharing a bed, we found the intense, athletic, hot blonde working her anger out in the gym.

“Fucking Jock,” she growled at me, the first to step in. “Aliens!” she immediately cheered up, heading straight for the blue man. “You’re like a blue elf. I heard their ears are sensitive.” He shivered when she stroked them and got hard. “Oh fun! Thanks Joe!”

“You’re welcome. We need to talk.”

“Later?”

“Meet me at my place. I’ll have the door let you in.”

Before we left, Pep handed me an earphone translator, which I gave to Joan to put in.

“Lock the door when you go,” Joan immediately ordered after placing the device in her ear.

“Yes Ma’am.”

“What’s your name, hot stuff? Maybe I’ll call you Blue. I knew a dog named Blue. Ruff!”

I pressed a button on the inside handle of the door to engage the lock and closed the door behind us.

We headed up to Emily’s and my place.

Along the way, Sneel, the blue woman asked, “You’re very up front about sex.”

“Is that a problem?” I asked.

“We ... like to get to know someone first.”

“No sex on the first date?” Emily smirked.

“Date?”

“How to explain dating to a ship dweller. You grew up on your ship?”

“Several generations.”

“Wine and dine,” said Pep.

“Wine, dine and a movie,” Emily chuckled.

“Dinner and a movie,” Pep corrected.

“We could do that,” I said. “You have files on what Blues eat?”

“I do. Let me check.” She pulled out her computer.

“Fuck that,” said Emily. “I’m fucking horny.”

“Joan,” I chuckled.

“Of course.”

We reached the door, entered and I was pulled into the bedroom by Emily, not fighting in the least.

“You can watch or you can explore,” said Pep, following us.

“Strip him for me?” Emily practically whined, flinging her clothes off. “Is he hard?”

“Almost,” said Pep, kneeling and sucking my dick while I finished undressing. Done, I reached down and helped remove Pep’s top, pausing her sucking for a moment. “Fuck my mouth,” she insisted. Remembering her weird sensitive tissue, I held her head and pulled her into my thrust.

Meanwhile Emily decided to participate, demonstrating her strength by pulling Pep onto the bed, stripping her lower clothes and sucking her. It didn’t take long for Pep to cum.

Emily lay back again. “Bring that here,” she demanded.

I brought my mouth instead. “Not what I meant. Oh fuck. Just ... fuck ... fuck me goddamnit!”

“Please shut her up with your cunt dear,” I asked Pep.

“Yes sir,” she snickered. She sat on Emily’s face.

Everything seemed quicker than usual for my horny duo, so I brought Emily close, barely a minute, before moving up and driving in.

“Umph,” she reacted, muted by pussy.

I held her hips, practically kneeling while thrusting deep and hard, leaning forward to kiss Pep, also leaning forward until she angled higher, cumming again, and I brought my mouth to her tits.

Somehow I kept going through a couple of Emily’s orgasms, joining her on her third. Pep’s orgasms had slowed, probably from lack of attention. After relaxing a moment, lying side by side by side on the bed, Emily decided, “Let’s get him hard so he can fuck you.”

“Let’s,” Pep grinned.

They teamed up, Pep straddling my face. I was gentle with her, not wanting her distracted. By the time the two got me hard again, Pep sucking and Emily suckling my balls, Pep was more than ready to fuck. She shifted around, Emily holding my cock for her and aiming, and sank down.

Her riding becoming ever faster, her panting louder and shorter, she suddenly stopped and shivered and I felt the ripples of her interior intending to milk me unsuccessfully.

“Oh fuck,” we heard moaned and saw the blue woman rubbing herself, her pants pulled past her knees, and pulling on her full blue breasts with pink nipples, her top lifted above them.

“Sit on his face, beautiful,” Emily insisted.

“I ... want it inside me,” Sneel murmured.

“Lie down,” I told her.

She did after removing her clothing. Like with Emily I delayed what she wanted as soon as Pep lifted off my rigid cock.

The only alien cunt I’d tasted, Pep’s, had been remarkably sweet and flowery. Sneel’s was bitter, yet exoticly tasty, like truffles. It was like lapping up truffle oil, of which she had plenty. She also had a remarkably long mauve clit that seemed to dangle across the top of her slit. Lapping at it and just below it, she flooded my mouth with that truffle oil essence when she came, almost too much. I swallowed nevertheless and kissed my way across her soft blue flesh, dabbing at her inny navel before enjoying the smooth firmness of her tits and nibbling at her taut pink nipples before finally moving to her mouth. She moved her head back a moment, but just as Emily placed my cock at her opening and I thrust forward into a roomier space than expected, yet lively and almost massaging in its movement, she accepted the kiss enthusiastically. Every thrust scraped against her overhanging clit obviously magnifying her experience. Every thrust seemed to jolt her with pleasure, and when I sped up, it was like a seizure, but when I slowed she moaned, “Keep going!” So I fucked her hard and fast through this weird seizure that must have been ecstasy, because her untranslated shouts expressed a profound intensity. “Cumming. Cum for me.” And she did, arching and shivering and murmuring nothings as far as translation while I felt my balls flooded in her oil.

“Mmm,” she murmured when she finally relaxed. “Oh,” she added when I slipped out, completely flaccid.

“I forget about your ears,” I chuckled.

“It was almost too much already,” she smiled and kissed me.

I moved off her and lay on my back. She cuddled against me and Pep cuddled my other side, with Emily spooning behind the Ag.

“You seemed mesmerized by my cock,” I asked.

Sneel’s blush made her a mauve color like her clit. “I ... it was all pink and shiny.”

“It’s our flesh color,” I chuckled.

“Human flesh colored,” she nodded. “But, the thing is, it’s kind of painful for us. Our men are barbed and a lot thicker. It helps stimulate our egg to drop. But yours ... Oh fuck Joe that was incredibly, wonderfully, ecstatically blissful.”

“Oh shit,” said Emily. “Joan!”

“I didn’t know,” Sneel teared up. “I should have said. But I was ... mesmerized.”

“You definitely should have warmed me,” Joan muttered from the doorway. “Fuck that was intense!”

“You okay?” I asked.

“Fucking intense,” Joan chuckled. “Weirdest dick I ever saw, sorry Kreel.”

“Aliens,” Kreel shrugged just behind her.

“Yeah, so weird tentacles on a dick, but at least they’re not all that hard, and he’s thick as shit but not all that long, so he basically fucked my g spot and my clit, so yeah, it was fucking intense. But he keeps that thing well away from my asshole.”

“Understandable,” I chuckled. “Except ... I must have gone deep.”

“Right into my uterus I think,” said Sneel.

“It didn’t hurt?”

“Like for Joan, it was intense. Really intense. It felt amazing, Joe.”

“Good to know,” I chuckled. “It makes sense with how wide you are.”

“Wide isn’t a compliment Joe,” Emily pointed out.

“Because of the lack of friction,” I nodded. “Except there was plenty of friction. It was the liveliest pussy I’ve ever experienced.”

“My pussy was seeking contact,” Sneel explained. “Then it’s like a pump trying to pump seed into my uterus.”

“And maybe a mixer in your uterus because it was lively there too.”

“Maybe,” Sneel giggled and blushed again.

“Dinner’s on me,” Joan announced.

“Dinner’s free,” I reminded her.

“How about a shower first?” Emily offered. “Come share it with me Pep.”

I showered with Sneel, both of us enjoying alien flesh, hers focusing most on my rising cock. She knelt and took it into her mouth.

“Not enough time,” I told her, cringing. “And you need to keep your teeth off it.”

“Sorry. I saw the others do this and wanted to try.”

I gently lifted her to her feet and kissed her. “Later,” I told her.

One thing I missed most was the intimacy of a bistro like the Italian one I so enjoyed. On Home, there was just a cafeteria, an all-you-can-eat set-up with several different sized tables and booths. Thankfully, Amira being head chef of Home, this was her workplace, and she was there along with many others who must have hoped for the appearance of aliens.

I waved the aliens over to meet Amira, and Pep handed her a translator. “I have ours and the blue’s nutritional needs,” Pep told Amira.