by Claudia Rose
“Well if you say so.”
Still Bruce hesitated. Instead of spanking her, his hand began exploring her perfect behind. His fingers traced the outline of her panties, following the waistband, then gliding along the thigh bands, closer and closer to the area between her thighs. As he explored around her buttocks and between her legs Ranisha sighed with pleasure, elevating her bottom to give him better access. He went on rubbing, delighting in the feel of each firm buttock and the intensifying warmth each time his hand strayed closer to her pussy.
From her position Jenna was looking straight between Ranisha’s legs. She had to admit that the sight was extremely sensual. The panties were quite sheer, despite their expensive gemstone decorations, and Jenna could make out the cleft of Ranisha’s buttocks and the outline of her vulva as a series of delicate shadows.
Bruce’s hand finally arrived at those places. He rubbed it up and down the shadows that Jenna had noticed, causing the material to wedge deeper and deeper into Ranisha’s clefts so that soon the panties looked like a second skin, each buttock perfectly delineated.
“That is so good Bruce. Rub it harder. I enjoy the sensation of the material pushing against my sex.” As she said this Ranisha gyrated her bottom even more erotically, leaving him in no doubt that she meant it.
Jenna could see that the piece of fabric that ran between Ranisha’s legs was now shiny with moisture. Bruce had noticed this also. He lightly drew one finger up the center of the area, so that a small section of the material embedded itself between Ranisha’s labia. This slim furrow excited Jenna. She wished it were her having her panties rubbed by Bruce. Without consciously intending to she let her hand roam down towards her own groin, which was covered by her usual pair of lycra briefs.
“Mmmm,” sighed Ranisha with appreciation. “That feels so good, rub it harder.”
“Mmmm,” sighed Jenna to herself, as she began fondling her pussy, forcing the lycra between its folds, matching the strokes of her finger to the strokes of Bruce’s finger as he wedged the jeweled lingerie more firmly into Ranisha’s cleft.
Soon the strip of cloth was all but buried, clasped softly by the lips of Ranisha’s pussy, which were flushed an even richer blue than the rest of her body. Bruce was clearly aroused. His fingers began delicately rubbing Ranisha’s tender, swollen mound, playing with it, enjoying its plasticity and warmth. Lightly, he pulled on each lip in turn to stretch them even further over the fabric of the panties.
Reaching down with both hands Jenna clasped her own labia. Like Ranisha’s they were hot and swollen. She pulled them one at a time until they too engulfed the gusset of her own skimpy garment. Then she pulled the narrow band of fabric a little higher, so that it rubbed and pressed on the area of her clitoris.
Bruce, meanwhile, had returned with more confidence to Ranisha’s buttocks. By running a finger firmly up the leg bands we was able to force the panties between each cheek, leaving her bottom virtually bare. Then with both hands he grasped the two shining globes, kneading and squeezing them firmly, ensuring that the material was as tightly wedged between them as possible.
Ranisha, all the while, was moaning and wriggling sensuously. The mounds of her bottom kept rising and falling. Bruce lowered his face to meet them, and began running his tongue up and down the sensitive inner surfaces, savoring the feel and taste of this beautiful alien’s perfect arse.
Oh how Jenna wished he were tonguing her butt. No longer caring that the Reven would be monitoring her, or that it was Ranisha in there with Bruce rather than she herself, Jenna swiftly undressed. First she shrugged out of her halter top, relishing the way her breasts swung free to liberate her sharp, excited nipples. Then she leaned back in the chair, raised her thighs, and slid off her training briefs, enjoying the sensation as they pulled erotically from between the wet lips of her pussy.
Now that she was completely naked, Jenna felt much less inhibited. She sat back in the chair and placed her feet firmly against the glass, her legs spread as widely as possible. Her pussy was completely exposed, its parted lips pointing directly at the two lovers on the other side of the glass. It felt delightfully lewd and taboo to be sitting here like this. Had Bruce been able to see her, he wouldn’t have seen her demure pussy, but rather her wet and swollen love nest, a clear sign of how much she was enjoying what he was doing.
In this position, Bruce and Ranisha were framed between Jenna’s elevated legs. As she watched them, she could also see both her hands as they worked on her aroused sex, rubbing and kneading it, her fingers sliding up and down and in and out.
Bruce had overcome some of his own inhibitions. His hand, which had been poised above Ranisha’s exposed buttocks, suddenly fell with considerable force.
Smack!
“Ohh!” squealed Ranisha, wriggling a little in pleasure and pain.
Again it fell. Smack! This time striking the other side, sending a small shock wave racing deliciously through her firm flesh.
Another eight smacks followed. Firm, measured strokes, which ranged evenly over Ranisha’s bottom, causing her to moan and gyrate with increasing intensity.
Nor was she the only one wriggling. Jenna’s hips were gyrating also as she rubbed herself, giving an extra hard rub to the area of her clit each time the flat of Bruce’s hand made contact with Ranisha’s smooth flesh.
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 he
r 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 int
ense 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.”
