by Allie Ritch
His second thrust was hard and jarring. It prolonged her orgasm until she thought the spasms would never stop. Then she felt something else that had her eyes widening.
“It’s okay.” Wrapping her in his arms, he pulled her closer so that her breasts squished against his chest. “You’re feeling the bulb at the base of my penis. It’ll lock me inside you. Just relax and accept it.”
She tried. Her vagina was already a taut ring around his root, and she felt like his girth was growing wider and wider. Before discomfort could turn to pain, though, the expansion stopped. Mera was left with a hard, hot knot of flesh balled up just inside the mouth of her sheath.
Trett grunted. “This is it, love. No turning back.”
She had a brief flash of trepidation before his cock started jiggling inside her, and then her thighs clenched around him as she cried out. His penis felt even better than the vibrator he’d used on her. His member was warm and alive and taking its own pleasures. Stimulation ricocheted around her sheath until her entire vagina was made of oscillating “O’s.” Her nipples pebbled so hard they hurt, and she could feel Trett breathing hard with her.
“Here it comes.” He groaned just as his cock thumped hard and slow and bathed her insides with a wash of hot ejaculate.
Just as his flow stuttered to a stop, he pushed her back against his bent legs so that she was reclined away from him. She felt his dick working inside her again.
“No, please,” she said helplessly. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, love. I’m here.” He grabbed a breast in each hand and restrained her as his jimmying erection set her off again.
This time Mera didn’t just moan. She screamed. It felt like she had multiple orgasms at once, each of them ringed around his hard, penetrating length. Trett yelled as he climaxed again and soaked her between her legs. His cock didn’t hesitate before it started another tremor.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure, she tried to push up, but the hard fist at the base of his penis remained lodged inside. It stretched her outwards when she tried to pull away.
“No stopping this.” He clasped her hips, startling a blissful yelp out of her when he pulled her down more firmly. “So many orgasms, Mera. I have so many orgasms to give you.”
He bent to suckle her breast, which made her cry and come at the same time. She wanted it to end. She never wanted this to stop.
Trett made her climax three more times like that, alternating between breasts until the overload undid her. They were both soaking wet with sweat and positively sopping where they were joined.
“Last one,” he finally told her. “Ah gods, this one is going to be so good.”
He pulled her closer and kissed her as the tingling started up again. Then he stared right into her eyes as his cock danced wildly inside her.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said. Then she was screaming it as she came one last, soul-shattering time.
In that moment, there was no Mera and Trett, female or male. He bellowed and shot the last of his wad, and they were reduced to body parts and fluid—contracting sheath and pumping cock, tight nipples and burning lungs. When he was finally empty, he sank back into the pillows and closed his eyes. Mera rested her forehead against his for a moment before wrapping her arms around him and tucking her face into the crook of his neck.
* * * *
Stripped naked in front of the class the next night, Trett stood with his cock proudly erect. When he glanced over at Mera, he saw the same anticipation mirrored in her eyes, unmarred by discomfort or doubt. He let the other students come up to grip his shaft, but he warned them not to stroke it and set him off. His orgasm was for her and her alone, although he enjoyed the feel of other hands on him.
Mera described the pain and disappointment sexual incompatibility could cause between races and compared the problem to any bad relationship. Then she turned to him with love shining across her face and informed the class that the right lover made the act beyond spectacular.
“When you’re with someone you care about and trust, they make sure it’s good for both of you. They’ll try to see to your pleasure first, and even if they don’t always succeed, the experience will bring you closer together, not farther apart.”
He was ready to get closer to her. It was time. At Quinn’s signal, Trett climbed up on the demonstration table and settled his back against the cool padding, which quickly heated under his body.
While they planned to try all sorts of positions later, he and Mera had agreed they both wanted to gaze into each other’s eyes tonight. She settled on top of him, perpendicular to the class so the students could have a clear view of what his penis was doing inside her.
Staring at her beautiful body, he silently mouthed, “I love you.”
She whispered it back to him just as she lowered herself onto his cock.
As expected, the first stroke sent her into instant orgasm, and Trett had to take over. Clutching her hips, he pushed her up until the tip of his cock barely remained inside her.
“…two strokes for the Ibration male to fully mount his partner,” he heard Quinn saying. The instructor’s voice sounded far away.
Trett yanked Mera back down and felt her warm, wet, wonderful flesh close around him again. His groin heated as his dick began to expand.
“Blood rushes to the locking bulbus glandis, engorging the penis so that it’s locked inside the vagina,” Xindra continued. “If you look here…”
When Trett glanced up at the large screen above them, he groaned. Thanks to the body scanner, he could see his erection piercing Mera and quivering with palsy as he sped toward orgasm. The sight gave his libido an extra kick, as did the audience watching. The image looked like a watercolor as his testicles fibrillated, and semen spurted out of him in a warm gush. He wondered how many people ever had the chance to watch themselves come like this.
“Trett.” Mera cried his name, whipping his attention back to her.
She was tense and twisting, her face blotchy and scrunched into a grimace as she came. He wasn’t sure whether she was having another orgasm or had never stopped from the first one.
“Just you and me.” He reached up to cup her breasts. “You and me together.”
She mewled when he vibrated hard inside her again. Then he kicked his head back and moaned in pleasure.
When he came a third time, Trett had to gasp for breath. It was an effort to sit up and change position, and he felt the solid bulb of his penis twist and pull when he flopped Mera onto her back. Gripping her buttocks, he held her pelvis high over his thighs. She remained tightly pressed to him as he sat on his heels between her legs.
He worked her hard with his vibrating cock, watching her arc and sizzle like a live wire beneath him. It was all he could do not to crush her when his seed finally spilled again, and he wasn’t sure his dick ever went still before gearing up again.
“Last one.” He recognized the growing tightness in his lower back.
She screamed loud and long, and her contracting sheath brought him off.
Trett’s holler rivaled hers as his penis bucked and pumped and flooded her with everything he had. The release sent prickles of hot pleasure dancing beneath his skin. Then he slumped over her like a wounded man. All he heard for a long while was their rapid breathing as they competed for air.
Xindra and Quinn said something in conclusion, and everybody started to break up and head for the door.
“I love this class,” Benni remarked.
Things grew quieter, and Trett finally managed to disengage from Mera.
“You okay?”
Although her smile was tired, she looked very, very satisfied. “Better than okay.”
Quinn cleared his throat. “Well, now that we know you two are still alive, I guess congratulations are in order. That was quite a show.”
“We aim to please,” Mera said with a wink.
Xindra laughed and handed them both their robes.
Trett le
t the two women talk for a moment. He liked the instructors, and considering they were Mera’s friends, he was sure he’d be growing closer to them in the months ahead.
“Hey, Quinn,” he said, already thinking along those lines. “May I talk to you for a second?” He motioned with his head for them to step aside.
“Of course.”
Trett had a funny feeling the guy already knew what he was going to say.
Part Three
The Experienced Teachers
Chapter Eleven
Let’s Review
Quinn licked his lips and tried to steady his breathing as he made love to his wife in bed. Inspired and intensely turned on by the class they’d just held, they’d taken a similar position to Trett and Mera at the end of their sex demo. Sitting back on his heels, Quinn intensified his strokes, while Xindra lay on her back with her smoothly muscled legs draped over his thighs. He was pleased with his leverage as well as the priceless picture this arrangement created.
Her dark purple hair fanned out in ripples over the pillow, although the rest of her head had slipped down to the mattress. Perky and flushed, her milky white breasts poked upwards when she arched her back, and he loved the way they jiggled with every thrust. He reached out to pluck one rosy nipple and was rewarded by her muffled squeal of delight. When he looked down, he could see his glistening cock shuttling in and out of her tight sheath. His curling crop of hair met her smooth kitty fur while her pouting labia blossomed around his shaft.
“Quinn,” she mewled. “More.”
Those two words were all he needed. He pushed harder and faster and fought the urge to shut his eyes. Her internal projections felt like hard ribbing, as if he were sliding his erection in and out of a tightly laced corset. And the imagery of that was even more of a turn-on. Maybe he’d have to buy one for her and see her luscious body cinched into it.
“Ah, gods.” He could feel himself leaking inside her.
Any moment now he’d turn mindless, but he wanted to make her go over first. He knew exactly how to do that.
He assumed a stern voice. “You’ve been a naughty little girl, Xindra. That’s why you had to come in after class.”
Her eyes popped wide, but she caught on fast. “I’ll do better, Mr. Phlyx-Nigel.” She practically simpered, although she undulated her body in a way that made his eyes cross. “Please don’t flunk me.”
“You’ll have to work hard for extra credit.” He set up a steady, driving rhythm. “Now be a good girl and pay attention to your Sex Ed lesson. You get points for participation. Do you feel my erection inside your vagina?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It’s nicely coated with lubrication, isn’t it? It keeps going in and out so smoothly. You’re doing a good job. Can you feel the long shaft, the plump head plunging inside you?”
“Yes, sir,” she repeated.
“Take it deeper.” He started to pound her.
She cried out and arched her back again.
“This is what it means to mate,” he gritted out. “First a male mounts you. Then, once his shaft is buried between your legs, he thrusts it in and out to create fiction. This is what it feels like to have a male humping you, Xindra. Do you like it?”
“Yes!”
“Can you feel how deeply I’m going?”
“Yes! Ah gods, yes!”
Feeling his balls tighten, Quinn snuck one hand under her butt while he used his other one to push down and increase the pressure against the front of her vagina. The extra tightness did great things for him too. Then he shifted so he could strum her clit with his thumb.
“What is this precious little nubbin called?” he asked.
“My clitoris, sir.”
She was obviously enjoying the game as much as he was. He liked trying to talk and making her struggle to do the same when all they wanted to do was scream.
“This is what happens when a man takes you,” he said. “He’ll thrust and thrust until he gets what he wants. His cock will dive so deeply you’ll feel like he’ll never get out. Only then will he come. Only then will he give you his seed, ejaculating deep inside so that he leaves a part of himself behind. And you want that, don’t you? You want me to come inside you.”
“I do!” She tried to buck beneath him.
He held her steady and hammered into her pussy. “Good, because here it comes. Top grade is ‘O,’ Xindra. You have to earn it. Now. Work for it; work hard. That’s it, Xindra. Good girl. You’re doing such a great job. Look how beautifully you’re taking me. You’ll be my star pupil. Keep it up. A little more. I’m almost there, baby. I’m going to come; I’m going to…now!”
She tensed and screamed just as he slammed in that final time and went off like a shuttle launch. Quinn expected to feel sparks flying out of his shaft. His balls were burning with each rhythmic contraction. Her sheath clamped down on him in waves, milking him of everything he had down to the last drop. When the last spurt of semen left him, he felt a hollow ache that could only be filled by her love.
Sweating, panting, she held her arms out to him and brought him to her breast. Not wanting to squash her, he rolled to his side and pulled her close to snuggle against him.
“That was amazing,” she admitted breathlessly. “Next time I get to be the teacher, and you can be the recalcitrant student.
He smiled. “I look forward to it.”
Her hum was one of deep satisfaction. It was several minutes before either of them could draw air easily again.
“I think we just gave Mera and Trett a run for their money,” Xindra added dreamily.
“Not an easy feat.” He felt downright smug.
“I’m so glad she finally found someone and is happy. Something tells me we’ll be at another wedding before long.”
Quinn gave her a quick squeeze. “I got that feeling too. Speaking of which, Trett asked to talk to me right after class.”
“I saw you two together. Mera was busy chewing my ear off about how wonderful he is.”
“Now that they’re together,” he explained, “Trett wants to switch to a class by class basis instead of sticking with the whole course. He says he might drop in for another lecture or two, but he doesn’t want to be locked in every week. Thanks to Mera, he has other demands on his time.”
She laughed salaciously. “I bet. So he wants a refund? Given whom he’s dating, I don’t have a problem with that. There are plenty of people who will buy him out for the rest of the course.”
“I figured you’d say that, but I told him we’d have to discuss it first.”
She propped herself up to look at him. “Smart, smart husband. You get a gold star.”
“I’m trainable,” he admitted.
Actually, he was pleased to have earned some bonus points with her. He had no illusions that he’d always be an angel, so those points might come in handy.
“What do you think about adding a Multan to the roster? That guy Varion was next on our list, so he’s already on stand-by.”
“I think that could be very interesting,” she agreed. “We can take another look at him.”
“What do we have coming up?”
Her chuckle held an edge as she let her hand drift down from his chest to his groin. His deflated penis stirred with renewed interest when she encircled him.
“Let’s see. What’s coming up for us? Next week Cras and Almona are modeling Turbesan sex for us. We’ll have to remember to set up the water tank and test how high to fill it before they get there.” She started stroking his now fully erect member with slow, sensuous pulls. “Oh, and then the following week Katra’Ruma has agreed to play model. We haven’t locked in her partner—excuse me, partners, plural. She says she wants at least two to three males to service her. Whitt and Glynn have already said they’re game, and maybe Varion will play along if we let him in.”
Quinn fought to keep his voice level. “With three partners, we might want to handle it the same way we did with Trett and Mira—just concentrate on Katra�
�Ruma and Duosien sexuality rather than squeezing in lessons about all the males as well.”
Xindra shifted so that she could straddle him. “We’ve already covered the Allurian male, so we don’t have to discuss Whitt anyhow. But I think you’re right. We’ll tackle Glynn’s Semhym physique and the Multan male in separate lectures. All they’ll have to do is showcase Katra’Ruma having sex.”
“Sounds good.” He hissed as she brought his tip to her entrance. The hungry look in her eyes had him straining already.
“Now,” she said with a wicked grin, “let’s see about you. You’ve been a very bad boy in my classroom, Quinn.”
He responded obediently. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Phlyx-Nigel. I won’t misbehave again.”
She popped just the head of his penis inside her. “I’ll make sure you don’t. From now on, I’m going to keep you very busy with extracurricular activities. Do you like that?”
He assumed she was referring to the way her hot pussy engulfed him when she sat down hard. It took him a moment to croak out the answer. “Very much.”
“Then let’s get started on your after-school activity. Who wants to make honor roll?”
Although Quinn could only groan as Xindra started to ride him, he wasn’t worried. This was one course he knew he could ace.
The End
About the Author:
Allie Ritch spends her time wandering around in her own little world in the Southeastern United States. She has an active imagination and loves fantastical elements, including those found in sci-fi, paranormal, and fantasy works. Allie enjoys entertaining others through storytelling and has fun spicing things up in erotic romance. When she’s not working, she’s appreciating the ocean and sunshine and keeping the company of a toy poodle who tries to French kiss everyone he meets.
