by T West
The leader withdrew the strap-on from her love-box. Natalie spun around, got on her knees to lap her own juices from the always-hard strap-on, and looked up at the butch lesbian.
“Need a ride home?” asked the lesbian leader, smiling.
Natalie smiled up at her. “Sure. Well, just to my car. It’s just at the bottom of this hill here. Are you free next Saturday?”
“Yeah. Same time, same place. We’ll be here.”
Next Saturday. Natalie knew what needed to be done.
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Steamy Erotica Story 30
A ll he wanted was a bit of relief, that was all.
11pm on Thursday evening. The webcam was on. The blue LED light shone in Dougie’s shadowy living room.
Dougie enjoyed these late night sessions on webcam, and tonight he had got especially lucky, as on the screen before him was a female that he had just met online. He had struck gold. She was an extremely attractive female. Although she had not shown her face on webcam, he had seen a photo of her. Her pretty features, sparkling blue eyes and flowing locks made his above-average-sized winkie stick up like an erect pink flagpole.
Dougie’s boxers were round his ankles, and his slightly sweaty palm gripped his shaft tightly as he furiously jacked his frustrated tool at the onscreen happenings.
All he wanted was a bit of relief, that was all.
The female’s panties were off, and her cam was pointed at her snatch as her fingers expertly traced up and down the length of her moist snatch. They delved their way inside her womanly opening as the neatly trimmed hair up above sparkled with love-juice.
“God, that looks so gorgeous,” typed Dougie. “Can’t stop looking.”
“You’re not looking so bad yourself there either,” typed Sandra. “Very nice indeed. And your balls look full. Full to the point of bursting.”
“Yes they are – I actually haven’t relieved myself since yesterday morning,” admitted Dougie, and then thought, that was quite a feat, as I usually relieve myself at least twice a day.
“Well,” typed Sandra, as her index finger flicked her swollen nub from left to right, slowly but firmly. “How about you come downtown tonight, to my apartment. And bring your erection with you.”
Dougie couldn’t believe his luck. He had been waiting for this opportunity, and although the embarrassment factor was quite high, he was sure that when he arrived there she would make it all worthwhile. Without giving it any further thought, Dougie typed, “Great, what’s the address?”
All he wanted was a bit of relief, that was all.
45 minutes later he was at her door. He pressed the buzzer long and hard, confidently. As soon as he did so he felt slight anxiousness, but before he got a chance to contemplate turning around and walking back to his freshly washed Ford Escort, he heard a voice through the intercom. “Come on up, it’s the top flat.”
The door unlocked. It’s too late to turn back now, thought Dougie, as he pushed open the glass door and entered the apartment block. As he got to the top of the stairs with his heart pounding like a woodpecker’s beak against an oak tree, he saw that her apartment door was slightly ajar. Bravely, he placed his palm against the cold wood, pushed it open and stepped inside.
Dougie was suddenly hit with the aroma of incense that wafted through the air and up his nostrils, awakening his senses. She was still nowhere to be seen, and as he looked around the dimly lit apartment he was struck with how neat and tidy everything was.
“I’m in here,” cooed her female voice seductively from the bedroom. His heart jumped into his throat and his erect penis and full balls pressed uncontrollably against the thin cotton of his boxer shorts, underneath his jeans.
Dougie cautiously stepped towards the bedroom door. Once inside, he was startled – not by what he saw, but rather by what he didn’t see, for she was still nowhere in sight. Where the hell is she, he thought.
Suddenly, he felt her arms wrapping around his mid-section tightly while her full breasts pressed up against his slightly sweaty back. She had been hiding behind the door, and although he was startled greatly, he appreciated her plucky playfulness. He spun around, and they were finally face to face. They kissed passionately, sucking face as if they were long lost lovers. Their tongues intertwined inside their locked mouths as they indulged in a bashful game of tonsil tennis.
Dougie’s hands instinctively reached down and grasped Sandra’s plentiful tush. Dressed only in a bathrobe, Sandra’s heaving cleavage bobbed up and down against Dougie’s toned upper torso and he felt her erect nipples digging into his skin through his top like sharp little bullets. His erection throbbed harder and she pushed her robed pelvis against his erect rod, and he felt a droplet of pre-cum dribble out of his expanding bell-end.
The kiss stopped and immediately Sandra dropped to her knees and undid Dougie’s belt, unbuttoned his top button, unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. His erect member was sticking up prominently through the material of his boxers, and Sandra wasted little time in tracing her well-manicured fingers up and down his 7 inch shaft before gripping the elastic hem and tugging them down in one swift motion, allowing his throbbing man-meat to spring up in the air with the force of a sturdy diving board.
Dougie’s eyelids shut as Sandra’s mouth encapsulated his burning member, and sucked it with such expertise that he was unsure whether the oral pleasure he was experiencing was being given by a human female, or from a completely different life form. It felt as though she now had not just one tongue, but at least three, swirling round and round like a whirlpool against the circumference of his blue-veined oboe, giving him sensations he’d never known.
Glancing down to witness his penis disappearing in and out of this beautiful woman’s mouth, Dougie got the shock of a lifetime. For there was a long green tentacle snaking its way out of Sandra’s forehead.
Not wanting this amazing blowjob to end but also deeply shocked and scared of the strange protuberance from Sandra’s forehead, Dougie had to ask, “What the hell is that thing?”
Sliding her full lips off his now fully soaked length, Sandra seemed surprised herself. Reaching up to touch the wiggling tentacle, she exclaimed, “Oh crap. I’m supposed to keep my human form for at least an hour longer. I must be running low.”
“That really raises more questions than it answers,” said Dougie, feeling the warmth of the whiskey deep in his stomach, knowing that the pre-journey shots he had taken were giving him some extra courage. More tentacles appeared from her face, until she looked like a weird-blob squid-faced thing, but keeping some of her feminine beauty.
Still kneeling on the carpet, the thing that used to be Sandra reached up and lovingly squeezed Dougie’s full testicles as if to tell him not to be worried, and also to remind him of his sexual frustration. No matter how she looked, he still needed his balls drained. He was only human, after all.
“Look, Dougie,” said the thing that used to be Sandra, in a voice that sounded like an echo of itself. “I really don’t mean you any harm whatsoever. You see, I just need a bit more energy. This energy allows me to maintain human form for slightly longer. When I have accumulated enough of this energy I can go back to my planet, and teach my people about the wonderful creation that is human life and all the great things that happen on planet Earth. It will immensely help my people improve themselves as we can learn from the infinite wisdom of human beings.”
“Ummm. Ok. That sounds… like a good reason,” said a wide-eyed Dougie, as he looked at the tentacle-squid-face kneeling before him, tentatively squeezing his full testicles. “But where do you get this energy from?”
“We get this energy from milk,” echoed the voice of the thing that used to be Sandra.
“Well, you can just go to the store and buy milk. So that shouldn’t be too hard,” offered Dougie, helpfully.
“Not… cow’s milk. Human milk. And… not milk from lactating new mothers, but… male milk. From full ball-bags. Yes, that’s what we
need. We need human male milk, that is produced from your ball-sacks. And that is why I am here. That is why I am on my knees before you. I need your milk, Dougie. The future of the intelligence of my alien race depends on it,” said the thing that used to be Sandra, purposefully.
Slightly scared, but also inspired by the thing that used to be Sandra’s heartfelt plea, Dougie agreed. “Sure, ok. I can help you out there.” Very aroused, he thought, What the hell. I may as well go along with it. Although technically, it isn’t actually milk, per se.
All he wanted was a bit of relief, that was all.
If this was how the night had unfolded before him, them he was going to grasp it tightly with both hands. Metaphorically.
“Oh I’m so glad to hear that,” echoed the alien voice. “However, it’s not going to be quite as straight forward as one might think. You see, I need to extract every last drop of seminal fluid you have in those testicle sacks of yours. And to do this, I need to milk you properly. I’ve been watching many farming videos, and I’m fully aware of the benefits of a correctly milked udder. Plus, I have been reading up on quite a lot of human biology topics, and I’m fully aware that when the male prostate is massaged, a greater volume of seminal fluid is ejaculated. So, this is what I want.”
The thing that used to be Sandra rose to her feet, looking taller, more ominous. The robe now open and flailing around her in the stagnant bedroom air. Her body was beautiful, toned, light green in complexion. Her full DD breasts protruded forward, the dark green areolas around her erect nipples almost hypnotic.
“I’m going to need a bit of help with this though,” said the thing that used to be Sandra, as the bedroom door swung wide open. In sauntered two attractive females, slightly smaller in stature than the thing that used to be Sandra. Both had similar skin color, one being pale olive and the other an almost luminous green. Both had beautiful pretty faces, apart from the squid-like tentacles that splayed out, serpentine, waving in the air around them.
The olive green female alien thing was dressed in white underwear and suspenders, whilst the bright green female alien thing was dressed in a black negligee. Their full breasts partially exposed and tauntingly jiggling around like fresh jelly straight from the fridge.
“Dougie, please meet Peekaka-Choo and Peeky-T'Nairn. But you can call them Nicole and Emma, as they are known in your world. You see, all three of us need a bit of milk. And these girls have become experts in the art of milking. It’s nothing to worry about, they’ll just help you along. Ok?”
As Dougie looked into the thing that used to be Sandra’s non-human eyes, fear crept into his heart.
All he wanted was a bit of relief, that was all.
“Yeah, I’m really horny,” stammered Dougie. “But the kind of snake-squid-like things coming from your heads… Ummm, I’m not sure if I like them,” he said, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings.
“Sure, we understand,” echoed the voice of the thing that used to be Sandra. “We’ve still got a little bit of energy left. So, we’re going to use that energy to revert back to our human form. Please excuse us if occasionally a tentacle pops out from here or there, as we cannot control it entirely.”
“Sure, thanks,” said Dougie, grateful for their willingness to make this pleasurable for him.
The tentacles of the three alien female things retracted back. The bright green flesh of the alien to the right changed to the milk-white pale skin of a Caucasian, as the olive green skin of the alien to the left turned into the beautiful caramel of a mixed race woman. Meanwhile, Sandra turned back into her usual tanned color.
Nicole and Emma pulled down and discarded their small silky panties, exposing their soft womanly mounds. Emma seductively sauntered over to the bed, lay back on the soft fluffy pillows, opened her legs wide and exposed her freshly-shaven white pussy to eager Dougie. Dougie got on his hands and knees on the bed, opened his mouth, and began to run his tongue up and down the length of her puffy labia, expertly licking her juiced-up snatch for all he was worth.
No sooner had he began to suckle on her hardening nub, than he felt a tight grip from behind that he recognized as being Sandra’s touch. She pulled his rod down between his legs and began to work it, jacking it methodically up and down the entire 7 inches, making his balls tighten up further.
Loving the sensation of being milked from behind whilst being given full permission to lap at Emma’s burning flange, Dougie was feeling great, more aroused than ever as his balls widened, close to bursting.
He felt a soft warm tongue licking at his exposed anus, as his butt was in the air, his cheeks were parted and the beautiful coco-skinned Nicole flicked her tongue over his virginal bullet-hole, and began to dart her tongue in and out inquisitively.
“Oh my God, this is so good,” slurped Dougie into his face full of pussy. The sensation on his sensitive shaft changed slightly, and it no longer felt like a tender woman’s touch, but rather like it was being milked up and down by a snakelike thing.
“Just keep licking, Dougie,” said Emma, as she grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face even closer into her fish taco.
The sensation on his bum-hole felt different too. It felt less like a tongue and more like a tentacle, as the probing of his anus became deeper and deeper. The thing that used to be a tongue inside his anus was at least 6 inches deep and massaging his prostate vigorously, which in turn made his prick ooze pre-cum in a long see-through string down onto the bed beneath him.
As he smelt the womanly aroma, he continued to lick eagerly at the snatch before him, and couldn’t help but feel slight unease. As he looked up he saw that Emma had turned back into an alien squid-face once more, with tentacles snaking out from her head. Glancing behind him, he saw that the tongue in his ass was in fact one of Nicole’s facial tentacles, olive green and probing.
Behind him on the other side he could see the thing that used to be Sandra, milking his pole downwards with one of her arms that had now become a long thick tentacle.
The bright green hand of Emma traced its way down her toned alien abdomen and began to furiously frig herself off in an attempt to finish the job Dougie had started, as she flicked her bean rampantly. She plunged two fingers deep, and expertly frigged her snatch to the point of climax, and dramatically squirted an alien ribbon of ectoplasm love-juice right up into Dougie’s awaiting face. It splashed down, decorating her bright green thighs.
Nicole’s olive-colored delving facial tentacle burrowed further and furiously rubbed Dougie’s prostate, whilst simultaneously the thing that used to be Sandra’s arm pumped his penis up and down like a farmer on an udder in an honest attempt to extract all the milk which was now oozing into a glass that had been placed underneath.
Feeling like some kind of weird science experiment, Dougie couldn’t hold it anymore, and his balls pulsed as another of the thing that used to Nicole’s tentacles worked them over. He shot his load, shooting jets of human milk down into the glass beneath him, half filling it.
The tentacle slowly slithered out of his butt-hole, and playfully whipped his vulnerable ass-cheeks. The thing that used to be Emma wiped her alien lady-squirt from his soaked face, and the thing that used to be Sandra’s arm tugged down on Dougie’s fully relieved organ, extracting the last drop of seminal fluid from his aching girth.
Dougie spun around and sat down on his sore anus on the soft bed, looking up at the thing that used to be Sandra, who was holding the half-full glass containing his sperm. “Wow, we got a lot there. Thanks Dougie,” echoed the alien voice. “This will be really useful in helping our race back on our planet. We can’t thank you enough.”
The thing that used to be Sandra took a swig of the milk, before spitting some to the thing that used to be Nicole, who then spat some to the thing that used to be Emma.
“Ok, sure,” murmured Dougie, as he witnessed the hot snowballing action. “Erm… are you girls free tomorrow night?”
All he wanted was a bit of relief, that was all.
Steamy Erotica Story 31
N ot one stretch mark on my body. After having two kids, that’s something that I’m very proud of. I take care of myself but I’m not obsessed with working out or anything. My husband has always complimented me on my shapely curves and toned stomach. My breasts are a C cup and thankfully still perky. Even though my husband still shows interest in me sexually, to be honest our sex life has dramatically died down in recent months, to maybe about once a month. My husband Tim’s infidelity at the start of our marriage had disrupted our sex life to start with. But I had forgiven him (it was just a one night stand after all – that’s what I kept telling myself), and we had managed to get back on track after that. Until now – things had really declined between us.
Having needs, I started watching porn online. I had no desire to do this previously because I had always had an active sex life, but the recent lack of sex made this new-found past time feel natural. I particularly liked blow job videos that featured well-hung guys. My husband didn’t have a small cock, but it certainly wasn’t that big either. Don’t get me wrong – he had always managed to satisfy me, but there was something about the more well-endowed guy that really tantalized me.
Threesome videos really turned me on too, especially those featuring two guys and a girl. I’d regularly masturbate whilst watching these when my husband was out. One day I inadvertently clicked on a cuckold video, and this really caught my attention. It was obviously acted out (quite badly) but the scene was very hot and the whole premise and storyline was very gripping. It was about a woman (young-ish and attractive, not dissimilar to me with blonde hair and brown eyes) who was punishing her husband. What he had done to deserve this was not spelled out, but she started off by asking him if he’d stopped by the store to get the condoms she’d asked him to. He said he had, and asked what she needed them for.