Alien Games (12 page)

After ten strokes, Bruce paused to admire the result. Where
Jenna’s bottom would have flushed a dark red, Ranisha’s had flushed a dark blue.
With a certain unevenness in the pattern to show where Bruce’s fingers had
landed.

Bruce admired the marks for a time. Rubbing his hands over
them to feel their heat than leaning down to trace his wet tongue over the
pattern his fingers had made.

“Lift up your arse,” he ordered Ranisha. This she did
promptly, allowing Bruce to take hold of each side of her panties and slide
them down to her knees. As had happened with Jenna, the embedded crotch of
Ranisha’s jeweled panties peeled erotically from between the lips of her pussy,
the fabric gleaming with the moisture it had absorbed.

“Do you like what you see, Bruce?”

“It is quite beautiful. If you were Jenna, what would you
like me to do now?”

“Hump me quick, and put me out of my misery!” gasped Jenna
from within the booth, rubbing more forcefully on her clitoris.

“Well, I’m sure she would enjoy it if you inserted your
fingers inside her, and then spanked her a few more times.”

“Okay. Yeah! I’ll accept that, as long as you hump me
later!”

Bruce too, seemed taken with the idea. He ran his right hand
up and down Ranisha’s inner thigh a few times, then pressed the flat of his
index finger against her aroused inner lips and gently rubbed and pushed until
it had entered the tight entrance to her womb. Ranisha was very wet, and it was
a simple matter to insert a second finger, and then a third. With three fingers
wedged firmly inside her, Bruce was aware of a warm pulsing that seemed to have
synchronized with his own pulse. Turning his hand over so that the palm was
facing downwards, he began gently sliding his digits in and out, while his
thumb stretched downwards to press against the area of Ranisha’s clitoris. Each
time he withdrew his fingers, his thumb broke the contact, but as he pushed
them once more into her hot depths his thumb also pressed back on that
sensitive area. Ranisha moaned with pleasure and wriggled to open herself more
fully to his gentle invasion.

Jenna, in the meantime, was making the best of her own
devices, pushing two and three of her own fingers in and out of her pussy in
time with Bruce’s thrusts into the Vedi woman, while with her other hand she
rubbed around the sensitive nub at the front of her vulva.

With his right hand gainfully employed, Bruce reached across
with his left hand to fondle and explore Ranisha’s bottom. He squeezed and
kneaded her buttocks, pulling them apart firmly to allow his other fingers to
probe even more fully between the folds of her aroused vagina. It was a
marvelous sight, the contrast between her blue pussy and his tanned fingers.
His fingers were slippery with her juice, which smelled so sweet to Bruce that
he had to taste it. When he lowered his head his questing tongue encountered
his own fingers at the point where they entered Ranisha. He explored around there,
finding that she did indeed taste good—strange and exotic—in a way that
intensified his own arousal.

As his tongue explored in and around Ranisha’s thighs and
buttocks, its tip encountered her perineum and he had the satisfaction of
feeling the band of flesh it belonged to contract tightly around his fingers.
Suddenly he desired to have that tight flesh encircling his cock. But first he
had something else to do.

He sat back up, which suited Jenna, who was becoming
frustrated by the fact that Bruce’s head was obstructing her view. She was even
happier when, a moment later, he resumed spanking Ranisha’s delectable arse,
this time in unison with his thrusting fingers.

Ranisha too seemed pleased. She pushed her bottom against
his invading hand, moaning sweetly. Bruce thrust his fingers in with more
vigor, the cracks of his palm sounding crisp and even. Jenna went back to
rubbing herself enthusiastically, in time with the rhythmical claps of each
spank.

Than, by some sort of unspoken agreement, the nature of the
sex changed.

Bruce ceased his spanking, and Ranisha slid to the floor so
that she was kneeling in front of him. With a sweet smile she pushed him back
to rest on his elbows, and then began pulling off his bike shorts. He raised
his hips to help her, the muscles of his arms and stomach rippling beautifully.
Jenna leaned forward hungrily to better see his erect penis spring free of the
tight material. When it did so, it came to rest pointing upwards towards his
belly, pulsing softly as it lay there.

Ranisha continued sliding his shorts down until she had them
completely off, then she pushed his legs wide apart and knelt between them.
Smiling into his eyes, she reached behind and unclipped the jeweled bra she was
wearing. For a brief moment she cupped her luscious breasts for Bruce to
admire. They were full, round and beautiful. They too glowed with that amazing
blue sheen and their nipples were big, dark and hard. Bruce was suitably
impressed, and reached a hand down to stroke and knead them. Ranisha allowed this
for a second, and then she gently pushed his hand aside and knelt forward to
place her face between his legs.

Bruce groaned and closed his eyes as her hot mouth made
contact with his skin. Jenna groaned too, leaning forward to get a better view,
wishing it were her mouth pressed to Bruce’s flesh.

Ranisha approached her task with considerable subtlety. Her
point of beginning was the inside of Bruce’s left thigh, just above the knee.
She began tracing a smooth line up the nerve-filled flesh with the very tip of
her tongue, but stopping before she reached Bruce’s groin. She did the same on
the other side, moving up and down without ever reaching the juncture of his
thighs. Gradually the contact changed from the tip of her tongue, to an open
mouth, warm and wet, with just a hint of teeth to heighten his pleasure. With
each movement of her head she took in warm furrows of his flesh, tasting it and
sucking it, as he groaned with intensifying desire.

Finally, she arrived at Bruce’s groin. The huge tendons that
ran up the inside of his thigh ended in sensitive bundles of nerves. Knowing
this, Ranisha sucked hungrily on the hard curving flesh between the top of
Bruce’s thighs and his scrotum.

“Oh, yes!” he panted as she sucked first one side and then
the other.

Finally she concentrated on his genitals. His body strained,
and his clenching buttocks lifted him off the divan, as her hot mouth found his
scrotum. His balls were like hard plums. Ranisha sampled each in turn before
drawing both into her mouth simultaneously. As she sucked on the sensitive
flesh, the pressure caused Bruce’s cock to jerk as if it were attached to a
string.

But Ranisha was using more than her mouth. All four of her
hands were busy too. One pair was at work below his waist, stroking his legs, rubbing
his outer thighs, moving up to fondle his buttocks, and even pressing against
the opening between them. The other pair was reaching up to sensually massage
his torso and stimulate the points of his nipples. Bruce was almost overwhelmed
by the sensations. He had on more than one occasion enjoyed a threesome, but
even two enthusiastic young women were no match for the synchronized
stimulation that this amazingly beautiful alien woman was lavishing on him.

Finally Ranisha’s lips, tongue and teeth reached his penis,
and as her mouth engulfed him, an over stimulated Bruce started to climax. But
Ranisha had other ideas. One hand reached down and pressed gently but firmly
against his balls. Whatever she did, it was enough to slow down the welling
ejaculation and prolong Bruce’s pleasure and desire.

For a time she continued her fellatio. Licking and sucking
every inch of Bruce’s cock. Exploring its length with her tongue, wrapping her
lips around its head, taking much of it down her throat, and probing the tiny
hole at its sensitive tip.

But just when he knew he was going to come this time and
nothing could hold him back, Ranisha stopped. Standing up she pressed him flat
onto the divan. When he was prone, his feet pointing towards Jenna’s hiding
place, Ranisha delicately climbed onto him. But she didn’t mount facing him,
instead she straddled his body with her back to him and her front towards
Jenna’s hiding place. Although she never looked directly at Jenna, Jenna had
the uncomfortable feeling that Ranisha knew she was being observed.

Whatever!
Jenna was too aroused to care. She was
almost as close as Bruce was to an orgasm, and she was desperate to finish
herself off.

As she watched, Ranisha delicately took hold of Bruce’s
swollen cock and knelt above it, rubbing its wet tip against her sex, pushing
its glistening knob hard against her clitoris, before allowing it to slide back
and forth between her wet pussy lips. Then, very smoothly, she positioned it at
the entrance to her vagina and sank gracefully downwards engulfing his shaft to
the hilt.

There was a simultaneous gasp from three people.

Bruce, watching from behind, gasped because Ranisha’s hot,
blue womanhood had engulfed him, producing a sensation of unbelievable pleasure
as she slid down his length.

Ranisha gasped to feel Bruce’s hard cock entering her,
filling her comfortably, and heightening her pleasure.

And Jenna gasped to see the erect tool of the man she loved
enter the swollen pussy of another woman, a magnificent blue alien woman, who
impaled herself on her beloved’s big prick until only his balls were visible,
gleaming redly below Ranisha’s blue mons.

Then Ranisha began to ride him. Her strong thighs tightened,
lifting her up and down, so that Bruce’s slippery rod plunged in an out. From
behind, Bruce could admire the curve of her buttocks, still darkened where he
had spanked her. He reached forward to massage the firm flesh of her arse, and
as the delicious movement continued he began arching his back up off the divan
in time with her movements, coordinating his upward thrusts with her descent.

Ranisha, too, was becoming increasingly aroused. All four of
her hands were busy. One played with Bruce’s balls, delicately kneading their
hard spheres and occasionally pinching the sensitive skin of his scrotum to
increase his excitement; a second hand stimulated her own clitoris; a third
played with her breasts; and a forth reached behind to feel Bruce’s cock
sliding in and out of her opening.

And in her little booth, Jenna Walsh—naked, legs thrown
apart, feet on the window, pussy dripping—rubbed herself with increasing
urgency as she absorbed one of the most erotic sights she had seen in her life.
This alien woman of unearthly beauty was riding a man she loved whom she’d
never taken as a lover. To witness it secretly was illicit and erotic, she was
as turned on by the sight as anything else she’d experienced on this crazy
ship.

All three built towards a climax, but it was Ranisha who
arrived first. She began moving faster on Bruce’s cock, her hands fondling herself
more vigorously, until suddenly she launched into a screaming climax. The
sounds of pure, uninhibited pleasure that she made set both Bruce and Jenna off
at the same moment.

Bruce felt his body being overtaken by pleasure, clenching
into hard knots of muscle. He cried out deeply, as if from intense pain, and
his strong hands reached up to clasp Ranisha to him as he climaxed. As he held
her tight his back arched with such power that only his shoulders and heels
remained on the divan. In the throes of his passion, all Ranisha could do was
hang on for the ride. Bruce, his eyes closed and the veins of his forehead
protruding, held her clamped to his straining cock, while his balls pumped
their huge load deep into her spasming vagina.

And Jenna, from behind the glass, came herself in intense
waves, but with her eyes open, climaxing at the sight of Ranisha riding high on
Bruce’s heaving body as it strained to fill her.

Finally, spent, she did close her eyes. And when she opened
them again, the two people on the other side of the glass were collapsed into
each other’s arms.

Emptied of desire, Jenna started to weep. She didn’t want it
to end with her sitting alone. She didn’t really care if Ranisha had sex with
Bruce, hadn’t she already banged Mort? But she did care that it was Ranisha and
not she who was now lying in his arms. That was what really mattered. The sex
was incidental without the intimacy. Oh God! Was she ever going to be allowed
to become Bruce’s lover before the Reven killed them? She didn’t want to die,
but if she were going to she’d die happier if she had at least consummated her
relationship with Bruce.

In the small dark booth, annexed to the laboratory of an
alien spacecraft, beautiful Jenna Walsh curled herself up on the chair—her arms
wrapped around her legs, her face pressed against her knees—and cried as if her
heart would break.

* * * * *

“What do you make of that Psi276?”

“I am at a loss to explain it. The Terran woman clearly
found the experience pleasurable, as did the other two, and we collected some
excellent data. Yet her grief now is so strong that even the controller chip is
unable to repress it—and the reason for that grief eludes me.”

“Is it possible that it is a natural reaction to the end of
the physical pleasure she has enjoyed?”

“I do not think so. It may have something to do with the
Terran male being with the Vedi female. But the sex is over, and although the
Terran woman was not a direct participant, she did not miss out as it were.
Honestly, I do not understand this. There is an emotional bond there that is
beyond our experience. It may well be another thing that requires study. We do
not want our new DNA contaminated by genes that cause one individual to
empathize obsessively with another.”

“Indeed we do not.”

“What should I arrange for the next experiment, Alpha19?”

“Well we still need to work with the Terran female. Let us
put her in a situation of less inhibited sexuality and observe her response to
that. See what occurs when she is mated in a threesome that includes the male
Trrivv.”