Alien Sex 101

by Allie Ritch

  Instant orgasm! Semen flooded out of him, making the tip of his cock grow hot in the backwash. No longer at risk of choking on it, Mera didn’t let up. Instead, she did something he’d never experienced before. Instead of just sucking his dick deep while it shimmied, she bobbed her head up and down to stroke him. At this point, if he’d been inside her vagina, he never could have thrust, so the extra friction was as novel as it was mind-blowing. He came with something that sounded embarrassingly like a sob. And he couldn’t stop.

  Trett had to fist his hands in the sheets to keep from hitting the ceiling as she continued to stroke him. She brought him off again and again. Semen spilled out from under the second skin of the condom, and still more shot out of him. She grabbed the swollen bulb of his penis—what should have trapped him inside her sheath during sex—and squeezed it. His eyes bugged out as a final blast of fluid pumped out of his cock, and then he had to push her away. He was so tender he couldn’t take another second of her torture.

  Licking her lips, she returned a gloating smile as she slid up his torso to kiss him. Little did she know, he had plans for her later today.

  *

  Mera felt triumphant all the way through breakfast, which she was pleased to find consisted of a blend of ethnic foods, including a few of her favorite Oquaran fruits. Afterwards, despite his protests, she convinced Trett to go for a run. Thanks to her orgasms last night and the high she’d gotten off his pleasure this morning, her whole body was singing. It felt good to open up her stride and get her endorphins pumping. His neighborhood was pretty and peaceful in the morning light, and she liked to run outdoors. Usually she just used the indoor track at the gym since the sidewalks near her block were too narrow and cluttered for a decent jog.

  Trett proved a fit and tireless running partner, and he kept to her side the entire time without lagging. When they got back, they shared a shower long enough to fool around a bit. All right, maybe it was more than a little bit because it was nearly lunchtime before they made it out of the house again. They headed downtown and caught an al fresco blues concert at a small music and art festival in the park.

  The beat was moody and moving, the sky was clear, and the positive energy of the crowd was contagious. They spent the first half hour glancing at the artwork and making as many comments about the artists as their wares. Then they maneuvered themselves into a good position to watch and listen to the band. Partially shaded by a nearby tree, she and Trett stood shoulder to shoulder and enjoyed the show. Neither of them said a word through several songs, yet the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable.

  In fact, everything was so perfect Mera felt like she was drifting on a cloud. When he held her hand, her heart turned over. Everything was happening so fast—it was too soon—and yet she thought maybe she…was falling in love with him? Yes, she had to still be falling because she hadn’t known him long enough to really love him yet. Except it felt like maybe she did.

  As if he heard her thinking too loudly, Trett turned to look at her. She nearly melted at the fierce tenderness in his gaze. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and smiled, and she was lost all over again.

  “Having fun?” he asked.

  Mera had to swallow before she could say yes.

  His grin took on a hungry edge. “Ready to get out of here? Maybe head home and have some more fun?”

  It must have been the heat that made her flush because she wasn’t much of a blusher. At least, that’s what she told herself when her insides warmed with sweet anticipation.

  “Oh, yeah.” She flicked her eyes over him in estimation. “I love a good time. We really should go now.”

  She noticed the timbre of her voice made his eyes darken, and he didn’t let go of her hand as they threaded their way through the crowd. Suspense mounted when their progress was slowed by various groups still perusing the art. Mera chanced a glance at Trett’s crotch and was pleased to note he was partially aroused, though not to a point that was obvious to a casual observer. For her own part, the folds between her legs felt slicker with every step she took, and they weren’t even out of the park yet.

  It took them another ten minutes to clear the event area, and then they rode the tram for more than double that time. She played with his fingers while he nuzzled her neck. After stepping off the tram, they practically sprinted the rest of the way to his door. Once inside, he pressed her into the wall and kissed her long and deep.

  “I just had to do that first,” he said when he surfaced for air. “I had to kiss you.”

  “I’m not complaining.” She was just as breathless.

  Trett gently stroked her hair behind her ear, and she noticed, not for the first time, that he appeared fascinated by her silvery locks. He met her gaze squarely again.

  “Mera, I need to try something with you. It’s a sort of test—a way to check out the possibilities. I need you in the bedroom.” He tugged on her hand and led her back to the master suite.

  She cocked one eyebrow at him. “What do you have in mind?”

  “You’ll see.” He got her to the side of the bed, alternately kissing her and stripping off her clothes to keep her quiet.

  Mera shivered when he clasped her bare breasts and palmed her nipples. Then she moaned when those same clever hands slid around to squeeze her butt. His erection prodded her stomach when he pulled her closer, and there was nothing subtle about it now. He only allowed her to pull his shirt off before he closed in again.

  “Leave the pants.” He grunted when she tried to wiggle a hand between them.

  For maybe the first time in her life, she pouted. She didn’t have long to dwell on the denial, however, because he was dipping her backward to spread her on the bed. Since they’d never bothered to make it in the first place, she hit the exposed sheet and felt it glide coolly beneath her buttocks and shoulders.

  “Stay there.” He walked away long enough to pull something out of a dresser drawer

  Mera couldn’t see what it was. When he came back to the bedside, he kept it behind his back even after he sat beside her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, trying to prop herself on one elbow.

  He pressed her back down with one hand. “Do you trust me?”

  She blinked. “Yes.”

  “Good.” He leaned over to kiss her on the lips. “I need you to keep trusting me, Mera. Trust me to understand your needs and not hurt you. Trust me to listen if you say something upsets you or doesn’t feel right. We’re just going to try this.”

  Although she braced herself for a nervous flutter in her stomach, it didn’t materialize. That was the moment she realized just how much she did trust him: more than she’d trusted any male in her life.

  As if he could read her mind, Trett smiled. Then he revealed what he had in his other hand, and her eyes widened. She watched speechlessly as he popped open a tube of lubricant and began anointing a flesh-colored dildo.

  “I admit I was pretty embarrassed when I went to shop for this,” he said before she regained her faculties. “It was my first time in an adult store like that, and the checkout girl gave me a funny look when I bought it. Or maybe the look was just my imagination. Do you have any idea how many different kinds of these they sell?”

  Mera shook her head as he continued to liberally douse the fake phallus with shiny gel.

  “It’s unbelievable,” he continued. “There are all different sizes and finishes, and a few even had a psi number on the package. That’s not to mention the colors and flavors and special features and attachments. I carry a penis with me wherever I go, but I’ve never seen that many cocks in all my life.”

  He finished lubricating and set the bottle down. “I decided to shoot for realism.” He held out the synthetic erection for her to see. “This one comes closest to the feel of a real dick, and it’s about my size. The best part is I can pull it out the second you don’t like it, which wouldn’t work if I tried entering you myself. Which we both know is what we’re heading towards.”


  It seemed absurd to grow teary-eyed while staring at a dildo, but she couldn’t help it. “You did this for me.” He’d figured out a way to have a practice run—a test like he’d said.

  “I don’t ever want to hurt you,” he said fiercely. “Not like that. Not in any way.”

  Rising to his knees, he shifted so that he was between her legs. Then he slid one hand from her ankle up the back of her calf. When he got to the ticklish spot at the back of her knee, he caressed it once and cocked her leg up. He left her other leg stretched out flat on the bed.

  “Here’s how we’ll do this,” he told her. “Your safe word is ‘off.’ If you tell me ‘off,’ then I’ll know it’s starting to feel bad, and we’ll stop immediately. You should be very sure before you say it, though. I won’t pay attention to any other word. I’ll just assume you’re caught up in the moment. What’s your safe word?”

  “Off,” she repeated, already panting.

  He stretched over her and gave her another long kiss, stroking her hair before he straightened up again. “It’s going to be okay, love.”

  His endearment stole her breath away at the same moment the head of the dildo bumped the mouth of her vagina. She had only a second to register the cooler temperature of the artificial phallus before it slipped easily inside, aided by the layer of lubrication that made it feel as if she’d already creamed all over it. Trett didn’t hold back, either. He thrust the dildo in three-fourths of the way in one firm shove. Still studying her face, he pulled it out and pushed it in full-length on the second stroke.

  Built for orgasm, Mera started coming on the first withdrawal and was bearing down on the hard intruder by the time it was fully hilted. Unused to the lack of body attached to the member, she clutched the sheets in white knuckles and felt her bent leg quiver.

  “Trett.” The strange twist to her pleasure made her sob.

  In answer, he slid his free palm over her thigh and braced it there. “Here we go, baby.”

  She had a split second to hear the telltale click before the dildo started vibrating madly inside her. The hard rippling sensation was so good it almost felt like an orgasm all by itself. Mera didn’t just cry his name this time. She screamed it.

  *

  Trett’s balls drew up so tightly they hurt. Watching Mera contract around the dildo—knowing he was the one wielding it—did weird things to his libido. He worried he’d explode in his pants. Before now, he’d never even seen an artificial penis, but in a strange way, it made him feel even more powerful than if he’d been inside her himself. This offered him just enough distance to really watch her pleasure.

  After a few seconds, he turned off the vibrate function and just held the phallus still within her. She was sweating, and her whole body was flushed and blotchy. He’d never seen a woman so undone. Or so sexy.

  Although he was tempted to reach down and free his erection so he could stroke himself, she seemed to need his hand on her. Resisting the temptation, he pressed the vibrate button again.

  “Ah, gods! Trett!” Mera screeched and the rest of her words were lost to incoherence.

  Trett watched her face, her undulating body, and the ripple of her belly muscles as she bore spasm after spasm. A drop of pre-ejaculate oozed out of his slit. He’d never seen a female come so hard and long, and he was desperate to join her. Instead, he flicked the button off again.

  “Please, please.” She sputtered, but she didn’t use the safe word.

  He punched the dildo on again and heard her hit a note so high and pure it was usually reserved for opera singers. The sound turned him inside out, and his lower back tightened in anticipation. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come any second, even without a hand job.

  They went six full rounds. On…off…on… She begged and prayed and cursed worse than a dock hand, and then she just squealed and sobbed until tears ran down her cheeks. The one thing she didn’t do, though, was call a halt.

  By the time he triggered her last climax, Trett was shaking and sweating harder than she was. It was an exercise in sheer willpower to turn off the vibrator, hold it deep for another minute, and then slowly, gently extricate it from her slick sheath. Even that careful movement made her whimper.

  As soon as the dildo popped free, he dropped between her knees, tore open his fly, and yanked out his erection. He vaguely heard her murmuring some protest, but he was already lost. After two strokes of his hand, his cock trembled like an earthquake and erupted like it was spewing molten lava. He invented a new language and bellowed it at the top of his lungs while he watched his ejaculate ribbon out over the bed and across her belly.

  Adding his other hand, he caressed the head while still squeezing the shaft. He hadn’t even finished dripping when the next round hit.

  “Here.” Mera tried to take over, but he couldn’t let go long enough for her to get her little hands on him.

  He roared again and toppled over onto the bed. Rolling onto his back, he kicked out his leg and aimed for the heavens. Usually he came a good half a dozen times, but these orgasms were harder and longer. This last one was going to be his undoing.

  “That’s it, baby. Come on. Come hard for me.” She raked her nails over the skin of his inner thighs in punctuation, and that was it.

  Trett swore he heard his spine crack as he arched up and practically blasted the top of his cock off with a hot wash of spunk. Some distant part of his brain, probably on backup power, realized there were tears streaming from his eyes, but he couldn’t pry his lids open. He remained tensed and coming until his testicles turned inside out. Finally, he sprawled on his back, helpless and blind.

  Mera snuggled against his side, sharing her naked heat. He couldn’t even lift his arm to hold her.

  “That was a good one,” she said impishly. She kissed his nipple and laughed.

  The combination made his battle-weary cock twitch in aftershock before it surrendered.

  Eons later, after a miraculous resurrection, he managed to move. He started with a small trip to the bathroom to clean up while Mera napped, but he realized he was hungry. Although he wasn’t sure exactly how long he’d dozed in bed, he glanced at the time and discovered it was definitely the dinner hour. They’d certainly worked up an appetite.

  Feeling a degree of recovery, he headed into his kitchen to forage. He pulled out the leftover takeout from last night. If he made up a garden salad to go with it, there was plenty for a meal.

  When he had everything fixed and reheated, he did up a tray and walked back to the bedroom. Mera had rolled over onto her stomach, so she mooned him as he strode through the door. For some reason, that made him smile.

  “Dinner is on,” he announced.

  She groaned and sat up, pushing her glorious hair out of the way with a sexy flick of her hand. Her face lit up when she spotted what he carried with him, and her stomach audibly grumbled.

  “You must be a dream,” she said. “Nothing this good could ever be real.”

  He felt the same way looking at her. “I have my moments.”

  Propping themselves up against the cushioned headboard, they set the tray between them and balanced their plates on their laps. Once they were settled, Trett used the touchpad by his bedside to turn on the large vid screen hidden in the wall. He did it without thinking, then hesitated. Maybe it wasn’t the most romantic thing to pop on a vid just minutes after incredible lovemaking. In fact, that was probably the all-time worst thing he could do. He was just so relaxed and comfortable with her that he’d acted out of habit.

  “Oh, I love this one,” she said before he could turn it off.

  “You do?” He took in the movie that was playing with pleasant surprise. “I do too.”

  “Mmm.” She hummed, but he wasn’t sure whether she was answering him or just enjoying the food.

  He sank back more comfortably into the pillows.

  *

  It occurred to Mera that Trett inspired a whole range of positive emotions in her. One second she was overcome with sexual
ecstasy; the next she was at ease and perfectly content. She didn’t feel the strain of trying to force a conversation or look glamorous or fake a certain mood. Since Oquarans generally had intercourse for a few seconds, maybe cuddled a minute or two, and then moved on to all the other pleasures of life, her race tended to turn on and off as quickly as they climaxed. Some men found that off-putting. Trett, on the other hand, just let her be herself.

  By the time they finished dinner and the movie ended, Mera felt a well of gratitude and that other warm emotion that kept growing inside her. Glancing at him, she turned her lips up in a predatory smirk.

  “I think it’s time I got my revenge.”

  Trett turned off the screen and swiveled to face her. “Excuse me?”

  “You cheated me, pal. Here you inflicted all that delicious torture, and you didn’t even let me finish you. You brought yourself off with your hand.”

  His eyes darkened as his pupils dilated with desire. “What have you got in mind?”

  “A little reprisal. Got a condom?”

  “Yes.” He pulled one out of the nearest drawer.

  “Good. You wouldn’t want to drown me before things get really hot.”

  She accepted the small packet from him and crawled over to his side of the bed. While she’d been sitting comfortably nude all this time, he had his pants on. His erection was trying to make a break for it, so it wasn’t hard to unseal the fly of his pants. Avoiding the head and shaft, she rolled his balls with one hand before reaching for his waistband. She had no intention of jerking him off just yet.

  “Smart woman,” he said appreciatively. He lifted his hips enough for her to tug his pants out from under him and slide them off his legs.

  The sight of him naked was always a treat, but Mera had something special planned for him this time. She teased him with a barely-there kiss before reclining against the headboard once more.

  “Come here,” she ordered.

  He looked intrigued. Obeying her command, he rolled onto his knees. She positioned him so she could stare his penis right in the eye.