Alien Sex 101

by Allie Ritch

  “In all these cases, circumcision is optional and varies in popularity by generation and culture. For Allurians, being uncircumcised is synonymous with being a virgin. If an Allurian woman’s partner has not undergone surgery beforehand, then he loses this un-removed skin during first penetration. It snags on this projection here, and the pulling pressure exposes a sharp blade-like tooth that circumcises the male on the up-thrust. As our model, Huv, mentioned during the last class, this is extremely painful. I want to make it clear that all uncircumcised males of any race will have to contend with this if they wish to mount an Allurian woman. Speaking as a newlywed man, I can tell you it’s a frightening shock if you don’t know to expect it.”

  A few of the men winced in sympathy despite their lack of foreskins.

  With a quick little hop, Xindra sat up on the table and spread her legs to bare herself to the room. Quinn licked his lips and began highlighting her clit, labia, and other parts as he described her makeup and arousal points. When her clitoris peeked out from under its hood, he played the glowing spot of the laser pointer over it as if he was tickling her. The gleam in her eye told him just how ready she was for him. Maybe they’d played the teasing game this past week a little too well.

  Xindra invited the students forward. “If you’d like, you may now come up and explore me.”

  “You will let other males touch your wife?” It was Zeo who spoke up. He made the question sound like a challenge.

  Quinn met the man’s gaze steadily. “Only if you touch her with respect. You can learn from her, but I’m the only one who will ever have her.” Those were the ground rules.

  The Nimanian just grunted, but there was a glimmer of respect in his eyes.

  One by one, the students approached.

  *

  Xindra tried to keep her expression neutral as they came toward her. Katra’Ruma merely looked, but the rest of the group seemed intrigued. It was Krux, the four-armed Brachoi, who set his hands on her first. His palm was warm and firm when he settled it inside the soft indentation of her thigh. To her surprise, he pushed in two fingers at once, but she had no problem taking him. Thanks to her husband, she was in a constant state of readiness these days. No sooner had Krux slipped in, though, then he yanked his fingers back out.

  “That is different.” He sounded surprised. Then he pushed back in again for another, longer feel.

  Spri was next, and she was far more careful. It felt different to have a more slender, feminine finger inside her.

  “What do these ridges feel like to a New Earthling man?” the Litting asked Quinn.

  He answered without embarrassment. “I can definitely feel them when I’m inside her. The first time the pressure made them feel like they were biting into my skin, but I was already struggling with having been snipped. I’ve since gotten used to the ridges, and now they just add to the pressure and friction. The projections lend a deeper, darker pleasure to the experience.”

  Xindra’s pussy let down a fresh flood of cream, which caused Spri to pull out and shoot her a knowing smile. Zeo was next, and his touch was all politeness as he slipped his finger inside and explored her thoroughly. He only stepped aside enough to let Pixie closer, but the girl just wanted to look. Before anyone could react, he captured the New Earthling’s hand, kicked out one finger with his own, and slid it inside Xindra’s moist opening. Pixie squeaked.

  Xindra started to protest his actions, but then she saw the girl’s face light up with astonishment.

  “Oh my.” Pixie took a good long moment to feel her way around, retracted her finger, and then glanced back at Zeo and blushed.

  He followed the girl as she fled toward the hand sanitizer.

  The rest of the students took their turns, all captivated except for Glynn, who came up last. He tested her ridges with a practiced push and flick and stepped back.

  “I was only with an Allurian woman once,” he admitted in a deep voice. “It was a unique experience.”

  “Did you enjoy it?” Quinn was obviously trying to coax the man into sharing more.

  The Semhym simply nodded and went to sit down.

  It was now Xindra’s turn to play teacher. Bouncing back down to her feet, she didn’t bother putting her robe on again as she watched her husband slip out of his covering. His skin was flushed, and he was already partially erect.

  She started her speech with the scans and diagrams. This spiel was largely a repeat of the information they’d delivered about Allurian males last week, but this time she got to show off her husband’s smooth, un-reinforced penis. Without bridges, his member looked potent, but strangely vulnerable. The paradox made her wet, as did the thought of his alien-colored seed.

  By the time she invited everyone to touch him, he was fully erect.

  Benni, their newest student, fondled him first. She grabbed his cock and began swiveling it at different angles. “Do New Earthlings enjoy multiple sexual positions?”

  “Very much so.” Although Quinn managed the answer clearly, Xindra could hear the note of strain in his voice.

  Pixie stepped up next. Xindra watched her husband keep his face purposely calm while the girl felt him, but then he couldn’t quite school his features when Zeo reached out to encircle his shaft. The first hint of uncertainty flashed in Quinn’s eyes, overshadowed by surprise when his erection kicked. She knew her husband well enough to understand it wasn’t the touch of another male per se that turned him on, but the touch of the forbidden in general.

  None of the other men fondled him. The rest of the women did—so much so that Xindra worried he’d come when Katra’Ruma boldly stroked him. Her own body tingled as she watched his gaze seek hers. It was time.

  “We will now demonstrate intercourse.” She made the announcement in a surprisingly steady voice. “Please feel free to move around for a closer look at any time.”

  Her breath stalled in her throat when Quinn climbed up on the table and leaned back on his elbows. Then it was all she could do not to moan in desperation. She clambered up as fast as she could without looking unprofessional and flung her legs over his. They were both belly-up, heads facing in opposite directions.

  “The scanner,” he whispered.

  “What?” Xindra blinked the lust out of her eyes and tried to clear her mind.

  Oh right, the full-body scanner. Twisting, she managed to turn it on without leaving the table. Above them, an image of their two bodies filled the screen. Gods, that was sexy.

  Clasping her upper thigh in one hand, Quinn helped her as she angled his shaft and fed it into her channel. She was so soaked he slipped in like a whisper and seated his cock fully in a matter of seconds. Resting their weight back on their palms, they began to dance with their gazes locked over the exposed length of their bodies.

  “Oh, that’s good,” he murmured.

  They synchronized their movements so that he thrust in and out of her steadily.

  When he turned his head toward the students, she felt his cock swell harder inside her. She followed suit and felt the extra kick too. The students’ gazes were wandering over her skin and heating her breasts as they witnessed the beauty of her and Quinn’s joining. She worked with him to pick up the pace.

  “Any questions?” Quinn asked.

  Benni looked at Xindra. “Where do you feel him the most in this position?”

  “Thanks to the ridges inside me, I’m being stimulated three-hundred and sixty degrees.” Xindra panted. “However, the greatest pressure is against the front wall of my vagina.” And didn’t that feel wonderful!

  She was already suffering minor contractions, precursors of the orgasm to come. The tension built, and she glanced up at the screen. The sight of her husband’s cock plunging inside her was almost enough to set her off. Then she saw that Pixie had walked up to look at where they were joining together. The young woman had a clear view of Quinn’s penis repeatedly penetrating her.

  Xindra followed the girl’s gaze downward, and that was it. When her husband
’s glistening member shot back into its burrow one more time, she climaxed. She barked out a cry, choking back the rest of her scream. Then she watched as the screen played out the rhythmic pulses she already felt racking her. It was almost an out-of-body experience.

  Quinn instantly stilled and gritted his teeth until her orgasm faded. He pulled out and repositioned her. Out of the corner of her eye, Xindra saw Pixie dart back to her seat. She thought maybe she should say something to the class, but just then her husband pulled her up on her hands and knees and entered her from behind. She yipped in startled pleasure.

  “I thought it was painful for males to take an Allurian from behind.” Trett raised the point as Quinn started to hump.

  Her husband had to talk between grunts. “For Allurian males…uh…it is. Maybe…ah…because of the way…oh…their corona is built. For me…ah, gods…the pressure just feels unbelievably good.” His last word ended on a moan.

  With one hand between her shoulders, he shoved Xindra down until her breasts were pressed to the padded table and her butt was angled high for him. As he picked up the pace, every thrust produced a smacking sound like he was lightly spanking her. He’d never been so deep. Xindra was pinned, unable to do anything but take it, and her head was trapped facing the students. She knew they could see the grimace of impending climax on her face, but it was their expression that surprised her.

  All of the women, including Pixie, looked captivated, and the men appeared greedy. This position seemed to turn Zeo on in particular, and he sat at the edge of his seat, boldly showing off his erection with parted legs. It was too much.

  Xindra was already starting to come when Quinn really let loose and pummeled her.

  “I can see myself taking you,” he cried.

  He must have caught a glimpse of his penetration onscreen.

  With that, Xindra climaxed hard and fast around him, her pussy sucking his cock as he stiffened, pumped twice more, and ground into her. Her orgasm went on so long her whole body trembled with each contraction. Then her insides turned scorching hot as Quinn emptied himself.

  “Everyone’s watching baby.”

  His words, breathed against her ear, set her off again.

  He reached under her to finger her clit and drew it out until there were tears streaming from her eyes. When she finally couldn’t take any more, she pushed his hand away. They collapsed and gasped for breath.

  Everything else was silent except for the roaring of blood in Xindra’s ears. Then she heard clapping. Turning her head, she saw the students were on their feet applauding. She supposed she and Quinn had put on quite a performance. Too bad she was too drained to get up and bow.

  With a groan of effort, her husband lifted his head to look at them over her shoulder. “Class dismissed. We’ll see you all next time.”

  Xindra didn’t move as she watched them file out.

  Part Two

  Mera and Trett

  Chapter Seven

  Wishful Thinking

  Trett watched the two instructors fall limp on the demonstration table and stood to applaud along with the others. He didn’t know why, but it just seemed like the thing to do. Judging by the quizzical expressions on Quinn and Xindra’s faces, they didn’t fully understand it either. The couple had just displayed the full range from gentle, cooperative lovemaking to primal sex, and they’d done it all with love and affection shining from every pore of their bodies. It was one of the most precious, intimate things he’d ever witnessed. And it was everything he wanted for himself.

  At thirty-two, Trett was at the age when most men—at least men like him—started thinking about settling down. He had a nice home, a steady income, and a quiet, mature demeanor. Now he wanted the only thing he was really missing: love. Although it was too soon for that level of connection, at least now he had a serious girlfriend—something he couldn’t have said until a week ago.

  He’d met her right here in the doorway of this very classroom. She wasn’t one of the other students, and she wasn’t like anyone he’d ever seen before. No, Mera was pals with the instructors, and she was such a rare beauty he’d been instantly hooked. One glance at her, and he’d known he had to talk to her. Unfortunately, his Allurian classmate, Whitt, must have felt the same way.

  The younger man had approached her with a friendly smile. “Hey, you just missed the show. That’ll teach you to be late for class.”

  “Actually, I’m a friend of Xindra and Quinn’s,” she’d answered.

  Her strong, clear voice had sung through Trett’s chest like the most moving melody. Like most Ibrations, he was easily turned on by the right pitch of voice. At that moment, he’d also been encouraged by the way she’d regarded Whitt. After a short introduction, she’d looked over the Allurian’s dark blue hair, cerulean eyes, and muscular physique and obviously dismissed him as a romantic candidate. All that showed on her face was polite indifference. Trett hadn’t expected that, and judging by the small frown on his face, neither had Whitt.

  Trett hadn’t hesitated to make his move. Walking closer, he’d immediately interposed his body between them and offered his hand.

  “Hi, I’m Trett Rill. You might want to give your friends a minute. Class just wrapped up.”

  He’d felt a tiny zing of pleasure echo through him when her soft skin had pressed against his palm.

  “Inamera Qua,” she’d replied. “Everyone calls me Mera.”

  Then she’d smiled at him, and he’d been pleased to see a spark of interest in her eyes. She hadn’t dismissed him. And when he’d dared to ask her out for a drink, she’d actually agreed to meet him at the sports bar around the block.

  Now, as Trett left Xindra and Quinn sweating and panting on the table and walked out into the fresh air, he headed for the nearest tram to take him uptown. Although he was definitely aroused, he couldn’t honestly say if the sex demonstration had gotten to him or if it was just the anticipation of seeing Mera again. He was meeting her for a late supper in thirty minutes, and counting that first drink they’d shared, this was their fourth date. Sexual mores being what they were here in Trilanta, he planned to test the waters after dinner—see if she wanted to take things to the next level. He didn’t think she realized just how badly he wanted her.

  The restaurant he chose was perfect for intimate conversation. He arrived five minutes early and secured them a table in the corner where the mood lighting rippled in slow, sultry waves over the jewel-toned décor. The exotic aroma of fusion cuisine swirled around him until he was almost dizzy on the fumes. Settling back into the plush cushions of the bench seat, he angled his head so he’d see her come in.

  As usual, Mera was right on time. She entered the room just as one of the digital clocks beeped the hour. He had a moment to take her in before she spotted him: her long legs, tiny breasts, wide shoulders, and rippling waves of silver hair—not grey, but true metallic silver that cascaded past her shoulders. The sight of that beautiful hair made him think of whispery woodwinds and tinkling bells.

  Her eyes met his, and he was lost in their coal-colored depths. She navigated her way toward him with a fluid sway of her hips. He was sure his own gaze must be worshipful as he stood to greet her.

  “Hey there.” She clasped his hands and leaned in for a quick kiss.

  So far, she hadn’t let him sneak more than a few closed-mouth caresses, but he hoped to coax much more from her later tonight.

  Trett took in her gauzy blouse and tightly fitted pants and kept one of her hands captive as he sat back down and she settled across from him. “You look great tonight. I hope you don’t mind, but I took a chance and ordered us some Brachoi honey wine to get us started.”

  Her smile was brilliant, and she didn’t try to pull her hand away. “Sounds good. It packs a punch, but it’ll delight my sweet tooth.”

  One of the waiters hastened over with the bottle and two heated glasses, the best way to sample the alien libation. They also ordered two house salads, which consisted of tangy orange cu
cumbers and herby florets of Flexian sprouts.

  “How was work today?” Trett asked after they’d swallowed a few bites.

  Although this was a common conversation starter, he was genuinely interested. Everything about her made him curious to learn more.

  She looked amused as she dabbed at some dressing on her lower lip. “Don’t be fooled. Data input isn’t nearly as glamorous as it sounds. Today I got to stare at multi-digit numbers for four straight hours. I had some time off midday, and then I was off to my third job, which is amounting more to physical therapy than personal aerobic training. I can’t wait to get back to teaching classes full-time.”

  “You’re teaching twice a week right now, right?”

  She nodded and finished chewing. “Just for my regulars this time of year. My next class is tomorrow afternoon, and I have the morning off for once. Although I’m grateful for the extra money, I’m happy my night job ends in a little over a week.”

  Trett nodded. This was good, he thought, digesting her words along with the salad. If she had tomorrow morning off, then maybe he could talk her into staying with him the whole night. The idea of taking his time with her in bed made his skin heat up.

  “How was the sex?”

  He blinked and snapped his wandering attention back to her. “Excuse me?”

  “Your class tonight.” She met his eye. “Xindra and Quinn were supposed to model tonight. How did it go? Were they able to talk and demonstrate intercourse at the same time?”

  For one of the few times in his life, Trett had to fight off a blush. “They did a remarkable job. I have to admit I was one of the troublemakers who pegged them with a question while they were making love, but I was honestly curious. It was kind of impressive to hear Quinn struggle to answer.”

  Mera laughed at that. “You probably just added to his arousal. Quinn was always a wild man with the ladies, and he and Xindra are newlyweds. They’re still experimenting with their sexual tastes as a couple, so everything is an adventure.”