by Kimber Vale
“Sit down. First, I’ll even it out with the scissors, and then I’ll shave the back and sides.” She held up what must be scissors as she spoke. The black machine would be used for shaving.
“But don’t worry. I won’t go too short. I like it longish.”
Her plump, pink lips curved up. He stared, entranced. Noth could look at her face until his body ceased functioning and beyond that. After his life-energy rose into the dark beyond to shine down on all that would come after, her tiniest detail would remain imprinted on his being.
In total compliance, he sat frozen despite his urge to reach for her. Stella yelled at him twice for involuntarily turning toward the slicing sound at his ears, but soon enough she stepped back and eyed him appreciatively.
“That is about a million times better.”
She handed him a small circular looking glass from her dresser. Noth gaped at the image in the mirror, stunned by his human appearance. The temptation to become one of them and forsake his family, his years of perseverance, struck him with a sudden and forceful blow. What was he contemplating?
“I want to take you home with me so you can cut this … shit every time it grows long.” He smiled up at her, charmed by her laugh. It was quickly becoming his favorite sound, although the noises she made when he licked her and when he was inside of her the other night were amazing.
“Ugh. You must be so itchy. Here, let’s take this off.” Stella pulled at his shirt, rolling it up in the back to keep the hair particles from reaching more of his skin.
“I think I’ve got something that needs to be scratched myself.” She winked before she raised her own shirt up and off. Her breast-holder was red. It was made of a mesh fabric, which allowed him to catch a glimpse of the darker skin of her nipples between the tiny holes. His blood pressure spiked and pounded like an asteroid shower in his ears. The excess flow diverted to his cock, judging by the stiffness in his pants.
She lowered the zipper behind her back, and the skirt floated down to her ankles to reveal matching red underwear. They were of the same delicate material, riding low on her hips. The bottom half of her backside peeked beneath the edge of the fabric as she bent over to grasp the shaver once more.
“I just have to finish trimming up the back and sides, and then you’ll be all set. I expect a decent tip for all my hard work, you know.” She slid by him in her near-nakedness and then tipped his head forward with a firm hand. He wanted to reach behind and grab her, pull her skimpy panties off with his teeth, and bury his face between her legs.
The device snapped loudly to life and then skimmed over the back of his head. She alternated the shaving with sweeps of her fingers and puffs of air from her mouth to remove bits of hair. The tingle of her cool breath soothed his irritated skin and fluttered provocatively past his ears. She made him ache for more than gentle caresses. His brackligg was on fire, primed to explode if only she would touch him.
Finally, she stood before him and pushed his chin upward before administering a quick buzz on either side of his face, in front of his ears. He could not resist. He wrapped his hands around her curvy figure and pulled her to sit on his lap.
“Are you finished?”
“I suppose so. It’s not like you have any other hair on your body to trim.”
Noth smiled slightly and turned the subject back to her. He did not have a ready answer if she questioned why he was hairless everywhere else. When he had planned this mission, the need for body hair had been nonexistent. He never expected an Earthling to see him uncovered.
How wrong he had been.
He could not wait to get the rest of his clothes off.
“Do you use this down here?” His fingers skated over the thin lace that covered the miracle between her legs. She wiggled under his touch, inhaling sharply.
“This?” The shaver was still in her hand, and she snapped it on once more and slowly moved the trembling body of the machine down. She bit her bottom lip, and her eyelids partially closed as the instrument hummed against her barely covered pussy.
“What are you doing?”
“Try.” She smiled mischievously and placed the machine sideways against his brackligg.
To his surprise, the rumbling device sent tiny undulations of pleasure shaking through his body.
“The movement…” It was all he could say.
“It’s called vibration. You should feel a real vibrator. A machine made just … for … this.” She scooted forward to grind her pussy against the bulge in his pants and share the pulsations. Scrion! He could feel her heat through his jeans, through her skimpy briefs. She was so warm. He wanted to join with her, to be wrapped in her snug body. Noth grabbed Stella’s backside and squeezed while pressing her burning flesh closer to his own.
“Careful. I don’t want a buzz cut on my crotch.”
“Crotch?”
“Another word for pussy. And this—” She grabbed one of his hands with her free one and forced his palm against her butt cheek. “—is my ass.”
“I like your ass.”
She giggled. “Sometimes called a butt.”
The firm but ample flesh was perfect for holding on to when he was … huh. What was the word?
“What do you call it when I am inside you? Fertilization?”
“God! I hope not! We’ve been good about using condoms. I don’t think there was any breakage, although the average-sized ones are too small for the likes of this.” She reached out and gave his erection a squeeze through his pants, grinning and wiggling her eyebrows. “No, usually people call it fucking. Or making love. Screwing is another word. Or just plain sex.”
“I noticed nothing plain about it.” He was so confused. Was it her nearness? Noth found it difficult to concentrate when he was so disturbingly hard for her. Maybe he was not getting enough blood to his brain. It was all in his cock.
“Come on. We can get you cleaned up, and I’ll show you how I shave.”
Stella removed herself from his straining bulge and turned off the shaving machine. She grabbed a small zippered pouch from the drawer near her bed and gave him a coy smile as she walked past him. Her supple ass was a beacon, and he followed as if led in chains. Stella opened the door to the bathing room and snapped on the light. It was white and clean and smelled flowery. The scent he recognized as hers from the times he was lucky enough to have his face pressed against her hair.
She closed the door behind him and turned to unbutton his pants and work them down around his eager cock. His boxer briefs were next. The cool air on his naked flesh was made more remarkable by the opposing warmth of her hands as she caressed his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her body against his. Stella’s jutting nipples brushed his skin through the undergarment that covered them. Leaning in, Noth kissed her, his tongue demanding as he probed her equally frantic mouth. He palmed her ass, pulling her up against his throbbing cock as he blazed kisses down her neck, sucking and nibbling.
She threw her head back, offering the tender skin to him. Noth lifted her body against his and felt her long legs wrap around his back. A low growl escaped his lips. It sounded savage, unrecognizable. How did this human make him feel so uncontrolled, like a ferocious wrov hunting prey back on his home planet? But Stella was far from weak. Fierce and hot-blooded, yet soft and sensitive, she made the females from Artanos seem bland in comparison.
And her tight, wet pussy made him insane.
Noth propped her bottom onto the lip of the sink. His hands free, he grabbed the back of her silken head with one palm, and covered her mouth with ravenous kisses as he pulled down the front of her tit-holder. A luscious pink nipple jumped into his hand. He bent his head to claim it, to suck the tight peak with a near-brutal depravity. He was the monster she had called him earlier. Out of control, delirious, he was beyond the ability to think of anything more than this moment. This fuck.
Stella kissed him hard, and he felt her roll a soft, slithery cover over the head of his cock and work it down to the
base.
Noth pulled the elastic of her briefs to the side, freeing a passage for his ready brackligg to enter her. Hard and fast, he slammed inside her sweet space as a groan shivered out of him. Relief flooded his body; a palpable sense of homecoming washed over him as his full cock slid slickly in and out of ecstasy. Her hot folds wrapped around him, taking him in completely. Each thrust brought him closer and closer to the edge. He wanted to jump into the abyss with her and feel her satisfaction engulf him.
He was so close. Noth kept a firm hand on her ass and pressed himself farther inside to rock against her core. Her husky cries inched him ever nearer to exploding. He pulled the crotch of her panties up for complete access and the material pressed between her pussy lips. The friction on her clitoris seemed to increase her excitement. Her steamy breath blew with abandon in his ear. It was making him insane. He slipped his thumb beneath the saturated fabric, and felt his seed about to spurt as he began to massage her.
Hold on. Hold on.
His thumb worked her hard nub in a circular motion in time with his lunging strokes. Stella’s panting became a hot tongue probing his ear, and he could not hold back any longer. He was so close to coming. And then she cried out while the muscles of her pussy grabbed his cock and squeezed it rhythmically. He jerked, felt the agonizing rapture as his brackligg shot his load. Surge after surge jolted through him. Dear Mother of Scrion, I have never experienced such perfect bliss.
*
God, this guy can fuck!
Stella was sticky, coated in sweat and the moisture from her orgasm. Her panties were askew and glued to her satisfied lower region. Satisfied? Momentarily. She’d happily take him in her mouth and suck the remnants of their lovemaking off until he grew hard in her once more. And then she could ride this stallion again—all night, if he was up for it. But tiny black hairs clung to his shoulders, and their tenacious irritation chaffed her breasts after their skin-to-skin contact.
She slid off the sink, pulled her messy underthings off, and then turned on the tap for a hot shower.
Stella stepped under the steamy jets and beckoned him in.
The water sluiced down his sculpted chest in an intoxicating waterfall for her eyes only. After Stella squeezed shower gel onto a pouf, she began to lather him up. Mounds of foam slid down his body, caressed his brown nipples, and slid along his rising shaft. He stared at her intently, wordlessly allowing her ministrations.
“All clean,” she informed him.
Noth removed the spongy material from her grasp. Duplicating her actions, he squirted a hefty amount of gel on and stretched behind her to work the pouf in circular motions down her back. The tip of his hard dick prodded her stomach tantalizingly as he reached around her body.
His hands came around to her front. Starting at her shoulders, he lathered down her arms. Stella’s tits screamed to be touched as the barest whisper of contact flirted over them. She arched toward him until he finally dropped the mesh sponge and spread his soapy hands over both breasts. Palming them, he worked the bubbly surface around and around. His fingers grazed her erect nipples and set them aflame.
Both hands met in the middle of her chest and spread slowly downward, fanning across her belly, taunting her flesh with unfulfilled promises. At last, his fingers slid down to her waiting pussy, and Stella moaned her encouragement. She ached to be filled by him in any … every way possible.
“How do you make this so soft on the bottom? I can feel short hairs growing back now.” His strong, sure fingers skated over her outer lips to send sparks of desire through her abdomen.
Stella bit her lip in an effort to control her rising passion. She flipped a switch on the shower head and changed the stream to a subdued rainfall. Grabbing her razor and a can of shaving gel, she shot a pile of the green substance into her palm and watched as it quickly morphed into a thick lather. His eyes burned with curiosity and eagerness while she applied the foam along both sides of her bikini line.
“It’s sharp.” She held up the blade. “So you have to move slowly and only in this direction.” She swiped the razor carefully across the fine stubble in demonstration and then showed him how to rinse the blade between passes.
“That’s all there is to it. And it comes out nice and smooth.”
“I want to shave underneath for you.” He took the razor from her hand, and a tremor of excitement arced through her. But how to do it?
“There’s not really anywhere for me to sit down. I usually just lift my leg up.” She placed her foot on the edge of the tub to demonstrate.
“No. I want you to bend over.”
A slow grin pulled at her mouth. Her cheeks warmed as she imagined baring herself for him.
“Like this?” Stella turned, parted her legs slightly, and bent at the waist. She reached with searching fingers between her thighs, to stroke the area he planned to shave. She wanted to make sure it was accessible from his position, but it also served to get him more hot and bothered. Fair is fair. He was certainly doing it to her.
She heard the foam gurgle as it erupted into his hand. The cooling sensation sent a shock through her as he covered her lips with the cream from behind. He stroked it on meticulously. How must she look from his perspective, as she trembled under his slightest touch? Warm water dripped from her nipples in drastic contrast to the tingling on her crotch.
And what does he look like?
Noth’s fat cock had been rock hard the entire shower. Would he just drive it into her right now? Maybe he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He had been wonderfully unrestrained as he fucked her to frenzy on the sink.
The caress of the razor skimming gently across her sensitive flesh answered her question. He moved exquisitely slow, careful to the extreme as he glided the instrument over first one lip, and then the other. She wanted to scream in frustration. His featherlight touch held her skin taut as the blade passed over it. Stella felt his thumb press against her asshole momentarily. Was it possible to come on mere anticipation?
His stance shifted, and she saw him place the shaver on the edge of the tub out of the corner of her eye. Her breathing was erratic, labored—as if she had just run up five flights of stairs. It was not the measured breath of someone simply bending over, waiting. Damn, the expectation was killing her!
Wet fingers slid over her freshly shaved snatch, sliding up and down in appreciation of the slick surface.
“So smooth.” He spoke in a hushed voice as the tip of one finger slid infinitesimally deeper between her folds. She sighed, trying to work her hips back toward him.
“Please.” It was all she could manage. The strain of anticipation caused every muscle in her body to tense.
“Can we make love like this?” His hand moved from her ready space as he asked the question, and the tip of something far hotter, far wider nudged her slick hole. He rubbed it slowly up and down her crack, grazing provocatively over her swollen nub before slipping back up to her wet opening.
“Oh, yeah. Just put a condom on.” Stella reached a shaking hand into the small bag on the tub ledge and handed the rubber back to him. The package crinkled and within moments his heat teased her pussy again. He entered her a quarter inch and then moved back down to bump against her clit, slicking himself with her ample juice. He slid up again, pushing inside her starving hole just a fraction farther. Up and down, he seduced her with each sultry movement until she couldn’t stand another second.
“Oh, God! Please put it in me,” Stella whimpered. “I want you so bad.” She was near tears. Her voice hitched with desperation.
His hands wrapped firmly around her hips, and then sheer nirvana consumed her as his thick head met with her hole once more, entering slowly, but not pulling back this time. He pressed through her smooth lips, forcing his manhood deep inside her. It was all she needed after the intense buildup. Stella cried out as wave after wave hit her like a sledgehammer. Moaning long and low, she climaxed all over his stiff prick.
Noth fucked in and out of her a
s she came, and he seemed to grow harder with each stroke. Rough fingers bit into her hips while he pounded his concrete cock into her dripping slit. A deep groan sounded from behind Stella, primal and beautiful. Noth’s hips convulsed against her spread ass as he reached his climax buried within her. They stayed in the warm water, wet skin locked in a satisfied embrace, until Stella told him her fingers were pruney and Noth declared he was hungry. They got dressed, and Stella took him to a barbeque place for dinner. Noth paid the bill.
Chapter 7
“Oh, crap! Tomorrow is Tuesday, isn’t it?”
Stella lay curled up in Noth’s arms like they were spoons stacked together in a drawer. This drawer was so warm and cozy, though, and she hated to roll out of it. She had to. Stella had completely blanked on her calendar. The blame rested on the giant distraction snugged up behind her.
“What is it?” Noth’s voice, low and warm, rustled the hair behind her ear.
“Oh, I have to make these crazy plant pots out of newspaper for my Earth Club meeting tomorrow.”
“Earth club?”
“You know, like Student Government, or the BioMed Club? This school has tons of groups. You might want to get involved in some.” She turned to face him. “Looks better on your résumé, especially if you have a leadership position.”
“So, you are in an Earth group?”
“Yup. I’m president this year. I figured I could pad my qualifications and do something good at the same time.” Stella stifled a loud yawn with the back of her hand. “We promote environmental awareness and beautify the campus. Make sure there are recycling containers in every classroom. That sort of thing.”
“That is important.”
“I think so. The only problem is I have to make about a hundred of those newspaper pots for tomorrow afternoon. We’re going to be starting organic lettuce seedlings in the greenhouse.” Stella sighed wearily. “Maybe I’ll skip Developmental Psych and do them in the morning. I can barely keep my eyes open.”
Noth stroked her hair and Stella gave in to her heavy eyelids. “Just a little rest and then I’ll get started…”
