Penetrated by the Alien

by Celia Styles

  Ephren looked at her intently taking in the loveliness of her dark eyes and her lush lips. “I think I’m going to kiss you.”

  “No, I mean—” But Ephren stopped her, his lips hovering above hers for a second then descending, crushing his mouth on hers. This first taste was delicious. Her soft lips were hot and succulent and he wanted more. His tongue sought hers and she moaned as his curled around hers, exploring her mouth. He felt her heart flutter within her chest as he explored the delights of her tongue. He pulled her tighter against him, rubbing the small of her back and she leaned into to him. Her scent filled his nostrils, pushing away any thought but getting closer to her.

  Shelley put her arms around his neck causing the blanket to fall away. Her full breasts pressed against his chest. They were so tantalizingly close to his mouth he had to put it on them. The first taste of her skin, more heady than any liquor, burst in his mouth and he sought more. Then he caught the edge of something else salty, and a more familiar scent. Marcon! He’d been all over her, the bastard. The thought annoyed then aroused Ephren more. Instinctively he reached below her waist and explored her anatomy softly with his fingers. She shivered when they reached the mound between her legs, and he stroked it gently. He dipped his fingers between her legs and warmth and wet greeted them. He pushed them deeper, finding her entrance slick and hot. Yes, everything seemed to be in the right place.

  “You are so damned sexy,” he breathed and he sunk his fingers inside her. He couldn’t believe how soft she was inside. She gasped and clung onto him tightly. Oh gods, if she felt this good just on his fingers, he could only imagine how good it would be to bury himself inside her. His cock throbbed at that thought.

  Suddenly, her breathing hitched and her muscles clenched around his digits moaning loudly. “Oh god, oh god,” she said.

  He held her as she came, his fingers stilled buried inside her. When she stilled, she opened her eyes and smiled at him wickedly. She pulled at his wrist and when his hand was free, she raised it to her lips sucking their tips lightly. His body tingled at her gentle licks not every realizing before how sensitive his fingertips were. He thought about her lips around his cock, sprang to life, and strained against her thigh. He pushed his shaft encased in his pants against her flesh. Shelley smiled, and pulled at the fastenings. Ephren undid them and rising slightly pulled the pants off and kicked them away, letting his hard on spring free.

  She slicked her fingers with her mouth and grabbed his member in her fist. Her slick fingers slid up and down his hardened length and his breathing sped up. Gods, did anyone’s hand feel this good before? She seemed to know what felt good to him without him saying. Suddenly her head bobbed down and the head of his cock was enveloped in her wet mouth.

  “Fuck,” was all he managed to say. There were no rational thoughts left, just the need to feel as much warmth and heat as he could get. Shelley’s tongue swirled around his sensitive head and her fingers gripped his shaft moving in time with her mouth. His balls drew up and he felt the rush that announced his imminent orgasm.

  “Starting without me?”

  The voice was too loud and startled Shelley, who pulled off Ephren just as he was at the brink. She looked at Marcon confused.

  Marcon stood in the hatchway his eyes half lidded with lust. His hand stroked his hardened cock through his pants.

  “Fuck you, bastard,” said Ephren annoyed at the interruption.

  His partner smiled. “No, not me.” He glanced at Ephren’s angry cock and smirked. “But it looks like we can get properly started now.”

  “Up now, both of you,” said Marcon as he walked further into the cabin.

  “Come on,” said Ephren pulling Shelley up with him. “I know what he’s going to do.”

  Marcon pulled out a ledge from under the bunk and pulled the mattress out to cover the ledge. Incredibly the mattress expanded as he pulled.

  He sat down and patted the bed with his hand.

  “Come sit next to me, Shelley.”

  Swallowing hard, she sat next to Marcon. Ephren sat on the other side of Shelley. He took one hand and Ephren took the other.

  Marcon put her fingers to his mouth and started sucking on them. Ephren rubbed her hand with his thumb while he pressed his erection into her thigh.

  “We like,” said Marcon, “to tryst with a woman together. Only in this case, it is more than trysting.”

  “Easy, Marcon,” said Ephren a warning in his voice.

  Marcon shot him a glare. “Anyway, we want you.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Marcon leaned in and nibbled the back of her neck. Shelley didn’t know what to think. Both men were incredibly hot. Both men brought her pleasure. But could she handle both at the same time? She’d never done anything like that though in her private moments she did fantasize about it. He moved closer to Shelley, undoing the fastenings at his waist.

  “You wait one minute, buddy,” said Ephren. “You interrupted me.”

  “And I’ve been waiting,” said Marcon.

  “Wait your turn,” snapped Ephren. Shelley blinked, not knowing what to think. Were they really going to argue over who was getting her first? No. That would ruin the mood and she really liked what was going on right now.

  “Boys, there’s no need to fight. There’s more than enough of me to go around.”

  Marcon’s gazed snapped to her.

  “How?”

  She couldn’t believe she was going to say this, but even as she thought about it the most delicious tingling shot up her spine.

  “Well, it’s true that most of the time we don’t take two men at a time, but when it does happen, well.” She face colored then thinking this naughty thought.

  “Well, what?” said Marcon gently.

  “Come here,” she said to Marcon. At her bidding he sat next to her. She took his hand and guided it to the rosebud beyond her opening.

  “If you use something to wet it good and go slowly, using your fingers to loosen things up…” She looked at him expectantly and he smiled. God, he was so gorgeous when he smiled. “I think I can handle that,” he said.

  “But I’d prefer if we used condoms, both of you, actually.”

  Ephren looked perplexed and Shelley wondered if aliens had condoms.

  “Marcon,” said Ephren. “Do-”

  Marcon nodded. “Yes. I bought them at the last port.”

  Ephren’s eyes widened as he shot Marcon a glance.

  “You fucker,” he breathed. “And we didn’t—”

  “Be quiet,” snapped Marcon. “We have something, someone better now.” He turned to an inset drawer inside the bunk and brought out things that looked like coins and a bottle.

  “Lube too?” smirked Ephren.

  Marcon tossed him a silver coin while taking a gold coin for himself. “Here. I got your size.”

  Ephren caught it. “Asshole. Don’t listen to him, Shelley. It’s one size fits all.”

  “Don’t worry, hon. I like what I see and feel.”

  “Here, then. Help me put it on.” He tore off the silver cover and handed the condom to her. Ephren didn’t need help putting on the sheath, but he wanted to see Marcon’s face as Shelley rolled it on. And it felt good to have her hands on him again. Marcon grunted at the sight while Marcon put on his own.

  Hah, thought Ephren.

  “You are very beautiful,” whispered Ephren in her ear. He brought his hand to a nipple and squeezed it sending shock waves through her.

  “Oh,” she said.

  Ephren kissed and nibbled her front, laying back and pulling her on top of him. Marcon’s tongue slid up and down her spine sending shivers through her. Her breathing sped up and her pussy throbbed from the remembered passion of a few minutes before and the exciting thought of having these two beautiful men at one time. Ephren moved his hand to between her legs and gently stroked her.

  “You are so wet,” he breathed in her ear. She moaned, and he kissed her driving his tongue inside her mouth seeking hers slidi
ng against it. Shelley whimpered. Ephren sucked the nub of one nipple into his mouth as he pressed his hard cock against her mound. The top of a bottle snapped and Shelley felt slick fingers rubbing around then gently inside her back hole. Marcon’s fingers gently delved inside, moving it around, driving her crazy with sensation. He pushed forward twisting his fingers. She sucked in a breath because feeling of being filled in one end drove a need to fill the other.

  Shelley pushed up and settled her knees on either side of Ephren’s hips and settling hers just over his hot shaft urged him in. He slid in, filling her, setting every part of her on fire. With Ephren working her nipples with his lips she came fast and hard, bucking against Marcon’s fingers as if it were a matter of life and death.

  She felt more lube at her ass, and then Marcon pressing against her rosebud.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

  “Go ahead,” she breathed, trying to think through the aftermath of her orgasm. “It will hurt a little, but not for long.”

  Marcon pushed against her and he popped inside.

  “Of fuck, that’s tight.”

  “Give me a minute,” she breathed trying to adjust to the feel of him inside her. Even though her muscles were relaxed from cumming, she felt stuffed with the two men hard inside her. It was an exciting thought and she wanted to feel more.

  “Go ahead, hon,” she urged.

  Marcon pushed in some more than drew back and did it again burying himself deeper inside her. Fire shot up her spine, and she bucked forward drawing Ephren’s cock out of her. Marcon slid back and Ephren drew her back on his shaft. Before long the three of worked into a rhythm, in, out, in again, Shelley nearly helpless suspended between these two men. Marcon’s breathing quickened and he pumped harder. Caught in sensations flooding her body Shelley cried out as her orgasm ripped through every part of her. Marcon pumped furiously as everything in her clenched and he cried out as he pulsed inside her. Ephren gave a long shuddering groan as his cock swelled then shot inside her. They lay gasping until their breathing calmed.

  Marcon pulled out, dropped his head on her ass and sighed. “Yes,” he said. “That’s how it’s supposed to be."

  Ephren swept her hair away from her face.

  “That was wonderful,” he said.

  “You are ours,” said Marcon in her ear.

  Shelley was too deliciously worn out to wonder what he meant as they untangled and lay on the bed. She was between both men as they stretched out on the extended mattress. Marcon kissed the back of her neck; Ephren swirled his fingers on her arm.

  “That’s a sweet thought,” she said.

  “Oh, it’s not just a thought,” said Marcon.

  “Sure, hon,” said Shelley. Her eyes fluttered to a close as sleep took her.

  Chapter 7

  Confrontation

  Shelley woke to the furious barking of Jackson, which sounded curiously like, “warning, warning, intruder, look, intruder!” in her head. She sat groggily and her body complained. Then she remembered the pounding that Marcon and Ephren gave her. Oh, god, could she even walk? Her eyes took in the bed and saw it was empty.

  A sense of alarm shot through her. Shelley bounded from the bunk and dressed as quickly as her hands would allow. Pounding noises sounded through the hull.

  What time was it? She took her cell phone from her pocket and found it was only two am. Her father wouldn’t be back for another few hours, so it couldn’t be him.

  Shelley cautiously looked out of the hatch and down the long corridor. She didn’t see either Ephren or Marcon. Jackson, however, ran up to her and butted her legs. Shelley stepped out of the corridor and with Jackson behind her followed its length to a hatch that was half open. She gave a hand signal to Jackson to sit and wait. With relief, she saw Ephren and Marcon seated inside in front of a large screen. A red icon winked furiously in the upper right hand corner of it.

  “Godsdamn, her!” spit Marcon.

  “We need to get Shelley and get out of this ship,” said Ephren. “It can’t take much more of this cannon.”

  “I will fucking kill her!” said Marcon.

  “What’s going on?” said Shelley.

  Both Ephren and Marcon looked at her, worry in their faces.

  “It’s complicated,” said Marcon.

  “Some bitch landed who thinks she has a claim on Marcon and she’s come to get him.”

  “A woman is pounding your ship with cannon fire to get you to go with her? Is she fucking stupid?”

  They both looked at her dumbly as if the woman wasn’t out of line. “And what’s that red thing blinking,” Shelley said, pointing to the icon.

  “Incoming communication,” said Ephren.

  “From her?”

  “Yes,” said Marcon.

  “Well, answer it!”

  “Yes, ma’am,” said Marcon. Ephren shot him a look as Marcon pressed something on the panel in front of her and a beautiful but angry white-haired woman filled the screen.

  “Who are you?” demanded Shelley.

  The woman’s eyes curled in suspicion.

  “I can ask you the same. I’ve come for the Soenu male. I offered a reasonable negotiation for him.”

  “Hon,” she said putting her hand on Marcon’s shoulder. “Just where is she?”

  “Two hundred yards north from here.”

  Shelley nodded.

  “Well, too bad. He’s mine now.”

  “You? What can you offer him on this backwater planet?”

  “Not your concern. Get off my land.”

  “Your land?” The woman sounded shocked.

  “Yeah, look around. As far as you can see, it’s mine.”

  The woman’s eyes narrowed.

  “That can’t be. No one owns that much land.”

  “Well, I do. So get going before you find out just how much trouble you’re in.”

  “This is an outrage. I’ll get the authorities involved. I’ll find your family, Marcon, and get them here. I’m sure they’ll love to know where their son landed.”

  If possible Marcon’s face blanched even whiter.

  “Get back on your broom, witch and fly out of here,” snarled Shelley. “Or do you want to find out what a one hundred and fifty pound dog can do to you?”

  At that moment Jackson flew into the cabin, his nails clicking on the slick metal decking, and barked furiously at the holoscreen.

  “I’m coming for you!” he barked.

  The alien woman’s eyes went wide. “Enjoy yourself for now, Marcon. I’ll be back.” The screen flicked off.

  “What the hell was that about?”

  Marcon’s face flushed blue. “Sometimes it happens. A female gets too interested in a male. It usually happens during her heat, or the male’s. She’ll pursue him until she has him. Maybe, when she gets farther away, she’ll calm down.”

  “Yeah, right,” said Ephren sarcasm edging his voice. “As if that happened so far.”

  “Well,” said Shelly. “You’ll have to fix your ship quickly and get out of here. You can’t stay anyway. My government will come looking for you and lock you away.”

  Ephren worked his hands over the com panel and made a noise of disgust.

  “We aren’t going anywhere. She blew apart the fuel conduit for the engines.”

  “No,” groaned Shelley.

  “Looks like, sweetling,” said Marcon, “we’re staying with you for a while.” He eyes lit up when he said that.

  “With me? Oh no. My dad would never understand.”

  “Dad? I’m sorry, it’s not translating.”

  “Father. My male parent.”

  “He lives with you?”

  “No, I’m just staying here for a while.”

  “You said this land was yours,” said Marcon gave her a hard stare as if she lied to him.

  “It is, or it will be when my father passes on.”

  “An inheritance.”

  “Yes.”

  “But you don’t live he
re.” Again Marcon looked at her with a glare that frightened her.

  “I have an apartment in town. Look, it’s complicated and I have to get back to the farmhouse soon. My dad will be worried about me. Guys, this has been great, really, but I need to get back now.”

  “Okay, we’ll go with you,” said Marcon.

  “No! You can’t!”

  “Shelley, you just told Sotya that I was yours. Did you lie to her?”

  Shelley stood there, not knowing what to say. She was only trying to get the alien to back off and stop shelling the ship. She really stepped into things this time. What exactly did this alien expect from her?

  “You know what?” said Marcon. “Fuck it. You’re ours. Period. And we aren’t going anywhere without you and you aren’t going anywhere without us.”

  Shelley swallowed hard. She didn’t know how she was going to explain these two men that crash-landed in a fallow field to her father, but she’d figure out something.

  “Well, come on, then.”

  “Give us a minute,” said Marcon. “We have to lock up.”

  Shelley turned and as she walked through the hatch she heard Ephren speak.

  “What the fuck, Marcon. How is this going to work out?”

  “Perfectly,” said Marcon. “Just perfectly.”

  “I don’t see why you’re so optimistic. She was ready to send us on our way a minute ago.”

  “So,” said Marcon casually. “We have to give her time to adjust. After that she’ll want us both.”

  “Really,” said Ephren sounding unconvinced.

  “Really.” He sounded very serious. “I’m not letting her go. She owns real estate!”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

  Shelley, despite her predicament, smiled. They bickered like brothers and for some reason she found it adorable. It just might be fun to have Marcon and Ephren around.

  For a while.

  SURPRISE!

  I like providing my readers with a little extra content… because, who’s ever satisfied with one short story? As my gift to you, I’ve included another short story in this book. All you have to do is flip a couple pages until you get to the next story. Consider this as my way of sharing my appreciation for you choosing to read my stories. Thanks!