by PN Books
With Bearyan now behind Aileen, he grabbed her entire ass with one hand, jostling it softly. Using his other hand, Bearyan spread her legs open with the flick of his index finger and thumb. Simultaneously, Raegnor guided his slithering cock into her mouth while the tip of Bearyan’s mammoth’s one began pressing into her pussy.
What in the world is happening to me? was the only thought to race through Aileen’s mind with Bearyan’s titanic dick stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched.
A howl of joy escaped her mouth, warbled with Raegnor’s member dancing with her tongue. “Captain, get ready,” Bearyan said. “The second load is well on its way.”
“I’m with you, there,” Raegnor spouted, pulling Aileen’s hair tight.
Bearyan wrapped his hand around Aileen’s waist, and with one immense thrust forward, Aileen exploded again with raging ripples plundering through her. Their orgasm was the definition of perfection, and Aileen felt for one second that she was part of some miracle—while her own secretion flooded out, she got the strong taste of Raegnor’s smoldering load—a light taste of bubble gum from the all the fizzure he drank.
Nothing could have prepared her for the for the oceanic current from Bearyan’s rod—she felt like a hose—or more accurately a fire hydrant—had been pressed against her and the torrential blast forced her forward into Raegnor’s groin.
With the bliss inflating Aileen, she jumped in fear as something rocked the ship. Bearyan and Raegnor shared a look of concern.
“What was that?” Raegnor asked. With Raegnor pulled out of her, she saw that his cum was the same bedazzled blue as his eyes.
“Could have been debris,” Bearyan said, pulling out.
The Tower Cadet rocked again, throwing the three of them to their sides. “Get dressed,” Aileen ordered. “I don’t think this is debris.”
She fastened her clothes on and ran down the corridor to the cockpit. Outside she saw hundreds of mountainous ships from the Intergalactic Armada’s fleet, and all of their canons pointed toward the Tower Cadet.
*****
Aileen’s jaw dropped. “Why are we being barricaded and shot at by the Intergalactic Armada?” she begged.
Another shot hit the side of the ship, tipping it from side to side. They’re not trying to kill, Aileen though, they’re only trying to send us a message.”
“The want us to surrender,” Bearyan said from behind her. “They want us to come out with our hands up, if you take the meaning.”
“Why the hell would they want us to do that?” Aileen asked. When they departed Woes Ëan, she thought she had done the planet a favor, killing a hideous Lysthaurus and saving hundreds of Woes Ëans in the process.
“I might have something to do with that,” Raegnor piped up, the blue from his eyes adding a glow to the darkness of the cockpit.
“Speak, Raegnor,” Aileen urged.
“When we were at the Armada’s base I may have taken more than the bio-nanodevice,” Raegnor chirped, the smirk on his face like a dagger.
“What do you mean, ‘may have taken more’?” Aileen asked, anger flowing through her neck with each heavy breath.
“When in the digital database I also took the designs of your father’s ship they stole,” the pride in his grin unaltered. “And now the only way they can reproduce it is by taking the real thing.”
“What?” she cried. “Just give them back the design. It’s not worth throwing away our lives.”
“This design can save a lot more planets than just Earth,” Raegnor said with conviction.
“He’s right, Captain,” Bearyan confirmed.
“We can throw the ship into V-Speed and bypass these slugs with ease,” Raegnor continued. “Your father was a genius, and you’re a genius. You can fly us out of this with your eyes closed.”
Aileen blushed. Even with hundreds of canons pointed at her she felt so lucky to have Raegnor and Bearyan at her side.
“If we can get the bio-nanodevice to Earth,” Bearyan said, thinking out loud, “then we can fly to Fulgurator and keep low. It is the last place they would expect us.”
She knew that deep down Bearyan was missing home, too.
“Ready the turbines and the thrusters,” she said, taking her place in the pilot seat. With her hands on the controls, Aileen felt a new sense of purpose rush over her.
“My pleasure, Captain,” Raegnor said, his voice ripe with pride. He turned to exit the cockpit, pressing the red button on the stereo. A wild, upbeat jam erupted from the small speaker. “Now we’re talking,” Raegnor finished, making his way to the turbines.
“Well, Captain,” Bearyan said, “I’m happy to be at your side. I’ll be here until the bitter end.”
“And I will welcome you every step of the way, Bearyan,” Aileen said. “Now let’s go save the Earth.”
She felt the ship vibrate as the turbines went into V-mode. In moments the Tower Cadet would propel past the Intergalactic Armada’s fleet at light speed. Bearyan wrapped his arm around Aileen, holding her close. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against his firm chest. Looking up, Bearyan was staring right down at her—their eyes locked. As the ship hummed into light speed, Aileen reached up and grabbed a handful of Bearyan’s mane. They smiled at each other and held on tight as the ship careened through the blackness of space.
THE END
Another bonus story is on the next page.
Bonus Story 10 of 15
Full Court Press Part One
The sound of the basketball dribbling always calmed me down. It was like the second it hit the floor, all of my troubles went away. There is nothing that I love more than coming out on the basketball court. It didn’t matter if it was a professional court, like this one in my college, or back home in the streets of Brooklyn, New York. I could easily zone out here and let the rest of the world fade away. It was just me, the game, and the basketball; and right now that’s all that matters.
I’m Benjamin Wood, B-Wood to all my close friends, and I’m 20 years old. I’ve loved basketball all my life. Ever since I was a baby, it was all I could think about. In fact, my Mom has a picture of me holding a little plush basketball when I was only three months old. It’s a running family joke that it was meant for me to be a pro basketball player. It seemed so destined and the fact that I am really good at it, made it even more true. My father taught me to love the game and instilled the values of it in me.
When I was younger, my father took me to the basketball court in my neighborhood every single Saturday. If the weather wasn’t great, he would show me basketball games on TV and break down the plays fpr me. He showed me what each dribble meant, how to do some moves, and how to play the field. He made sure that I knew that a good basketball player wasn’t just about getting the shot in, but he knew how to play the game.
“You see,” He told me one day while we were playing basketball in the park, “I don’t want you to only concentrate on making the shot.”
“But I thought you win games by making the most shots.” Eleven-year-old me told him while I sunk another three point shot. He caught the ball and held it.
“That’s one of the way you win a game, yes. But, to be honest with you, it’s not the only way and it’s such a small fraction of how the game is won. When you are out there, you have to see what is available to you. You have to see if you can make the shot, or if it’s much better passing it to someone else. You have to see who is open and whether or not they will get blocked. There is so much more to basketball than just making shots.” He passed the ball to me, “Now imagine that you’re on a team and they got you blocked on both sides, what do you do?”
“I make the shot.” I threw my arms in the air pretending to make the shot.
“And you miss because they smacked it out of your hand. The other team now gets the ball and wins the game. You have to think outside the box and be more of a team player.”
I carried those lessons with me all throughout my basketball career. At first, I was
just playing for my school, but pretty soon I joined leagues so that I could play in the summer. I couldn’t stop myself. By the time I got to high school, I got a following.
I was pretty sure that in high school, I was going to get drafted. I really thought I would be the next Lebron James. I won basketball contests left and right. I won the dunking contest, free throw passes, just all of them. It was almost a sure bet, but that’s not what happened. Instead, I got a full ride scholarship to school. As much as I wanted to be drafted right out of high school, I’m grateful for the scholarship to this Georgia University.
“Hey, there’s my main main B-Wood!” Aaron, my best friend and fellow teammate, yelled as he stepped into the basketball court. “What you doing out here all by yourself?” he asked, watching me sink in another three point shot.
“You know me, I like to come out here to clear my mind. Besides, I felt like shooting around a little bit before our game on Friday.” I told him while dribbling the ball.
“You are all work no play.” He rolled his eyes, “You do know that college is for much more than basketball.”
“Oh, so you want me to concentrate on my studies?” I laughed because everyone around campus knows that Aaron wasn’t the most dedicated student.
“Not at all,” he chuckled, “but come on, you have to party, meet girls, do something else besides dribble all day.”
“You know I’m trying to get drafted.”
“You and everyone else on the team,” he reminded me, “but let’s have some fun tonight.” He smiled.
As soon as I saw him smile, I could sense the trouble. Aaron and I have been best friends since I got into the team. When we had to go through the training, we just stuck together. We knew, as two freshmen, that we would get the worst of all the treatment, and we did, but we stuck it out. He got me through it with his jokes and going to parties to take our mind off of it. At the parties, he was such a ladies man and always leaving with one or two females.
With him, it would all start normally. We would be having fun, drinking, and the next thing we knew a fight broke out. Or he would try to sneak us into a club and we’d get in trouble. Every single time something crazy happened with him, it all started with the damn smile.
“What is it now?” I sighed.
“Why do you make it sound like such bad news?” He laughed. “Aren’t we brothers?”
“We may look alike, but we aren’t brothers.” I pointed out how we were both 6’4, brown skin, with low cut hair.
“And as your brother, I will never get you in trouble.”
“What about that time when we tried to get into the club?”
“That bouncer was the one acting crazy. If he didn’t push me, I would have never punched him.”
“And what about that time at the restaurant?”
“That bitch wanted to card me. How is she going tell me that I’m not 21?”
“But you’re not.” I reminded him.
“She didn’t know that.”
“That is why she carded you. Look, we might be tall but we still got baby faces. Besides, you didn’t need a drink there anyway, you always have a case of beer stashed somewhere.”
“That’s not the point and anyway, I’m getting off track. I have an exclusive invite to a house party where I am told that the best and most beautiful Georgia peaches are going to be there.”
It’s like Aaron is addicted to woman. Every time I turned around, he was always off with another female. Some of the reasons he was never in class was because he was always with one of them. Occasionally he would have me lie to one while he was off with another. He was taking full advantage of the fact that women loved athletes.
I, on the other hand, had bigger things on my mind. When I left New York to come down here, I had a mission. I was only going to stay here to get drafted and then take all the money in the world. I had a lot of expectations to live up to, and a family back home that was relying on me. I can’t get in trouble and ruin all of that over some “innocent” fun with Aaron.
“I don’t know man.” I shrugged. “I’m trying to-”
“Before you give me your long speech, let me tell you that it is a pool party.” His eyes grew just as wide as his smile. “And you know that means bikinis.”
“I know what it means, but I’m not looking to get into trouble.”
“Understandable, but you know you want to see these nice, beautiful, gorgeous women lounging by a pool. I know you want to see that.” I stopped dribbling and looked over at him. “Come on Benjamin, I know you do.” He was giving me that devilish smile again.
“Fuck it, let’s go.”
The pool party was gorgeous. Coming from the streets of Brooklyn, New York, I’ve never seen anything like this. The house was huge. It looked like something that you would see on a reality show. Aaron wasn’t lying when he said that there were beautiful women, they were nearly everywhere. The second we got out of the car, there was nothing but beauties everywhere.
“Tell me where they are shooting the hip hop music video.” I joked poking Aaron with my elbow. “I feel like we in a rapper’s video for real.”
“They don’t have women like this back in Brooklyn?’ He asked as he waved at the ladies that were looking at us.
“They do, but all of them are not built like this. I swear ATL stands for ass, titties, and legs.” We laughed. “I know this is your hometown, so it must mean nothing to you.”
“Beautiful women will never mean nothing to me.” He chuckled.
As per usual, once the word got around that two of the basketball players from the local university was there, we started to get attention. A tall, leggy, long haired, brown skinned vixen came our way. Before she even got to us, I was already dazzled by her smile. Her hips swayed right to left and I swear she was trying to hypnotize us.
“Hello there.” She greeted us. I went to shake her hand and she pushed it away. “I don’t shake hands, I hug.” She hugged me and the smell of roses came over me. She hugged Aaron and I could see him size her up with his eyes. “I just wanted to welcome you guys to my party.”
“No problem,” he told her.
“I’m glad you guys could come out. I was afraid that you wouldn’t make it out here.”
“You invited us right.” Again Aaron was doing all the talking.
“But I thought you would have ignored the invite, considering I sent it through Instagram. I bet you guys get a lot of invites.”
“We sure do.”
“So you must go to a lot of parties.”
“Nope.” He lied. “I only go to the ones that are interesting.”
“Does something here interest you?” She bit her lip.
“Oh yeah.” He told her and that trouble-making smile popped back up.
I shook my head and left them to flirt with each other. I could already see where this was going. Somehow, some way, Aaron was going to get her all by herself and sleep with her. Just another day for him.
I made my way to a table that I saw across from the large rectangular pool. The table was filled with food and drinks. I was expecting chips and soda, but when I saw that it was a catered event, I was blown away.
“Ugh, look at her.” A short brunette mumbled to her slightly taller Latina friend. “Like I go to the gym everyday so that I wouldn’t look like that.” She chuckled and her friend joined along.
“I know what you’re saying. Why would you come to this party knowing it was a pool party? If I was ever that big, I would just stay home. I wouldn’t even leave the house.” They both laughed some more. I turned to see who they were talking about.
Across the pool was this curvy, full figured, mahogany brown skinned woman. She walked in wearing a tight blue bathing suit, shades, high heeled sandals, and a black hat. She breezed past us and the girls looked at her with disgust.
“Look at that gut.” The Latina laughed. “It’s jiggling as much as her thighs.”
“What about her butt?” They burst out laughin
g. I was about to tell them to lower it when the girl turned around and walked right back.
“Hi!” She introduced herself. The girls were quiet but exchanging glances. “I just thought that I would come over say something seeing how you guys have so much to say when I was walking by. It’s funny how you’re silent now, though.” She smiled and continued. Her tone was very sarcastic and she crossed her arms.
“Well my name is Simone and I can tell by your silence that you think because I’m plump that I’m not fabulous.” She stepped closer to them. “Don’t get it twisted. You’re thinner than me but definitely not prettier than me.” She pushed her shades in further and smiled.
I held my laugh and watched her walk away. The pool party suddenly got a lot more interesting.
*****
“Isn’t this the greatest party ever?” Aaron came up to me out of nowhere. I haven’t seen him for the past hour. Ever since that long leg beauty came his way, it was like he vanished. I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to guess what happened. He had that goofy grin on his face. When I looked behind him, I saw the girl that he was with. She was brushing her hair and fixing her outfit. Like I said, there is no need to be an Ivy League graduate to figure out what happened.
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” I said casually.
I was still staring at the vibrant and extremely curvy woman that was lounging by the pool. She was taking selfies and looking beautiful while she did it. I don’t know why I was looking at her, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
“Hey!” Aaron snapped his fingers in my face. “Where are you? I’m talking to you and you’re not even looking at me.” He brought me out of my trance. “Who are you looking at?” He followed my eyes. “Oh you like em thick, huh?” He hit me on the back. “She got you quiet.” He teased. “So why don’t you go over there and say something?”
I thought about it, but I couldn’t move for some reason, which is weird because I never had problem with females. I guess it comes with the territory of being an athlete. It didn’t matter what sport it was, females were attracted to you. I have had girls come up to me out of nowhere from high school. As soon as I started playing in high school all I got was attention. So I guess I never had problems talking to girls, but I just couldn’t move when it came to her.