by Cameron Hale
“Denise?”
Eric’s startled voice drifted from a distant place. Rising to her knees, she was brusquely pushed back down to the floor. A hand smartly slapped her ass and spread her thighs apart.
“Stay where you are,” Carla said. “I want to watch Eric fuck you.”
Denise blinked against the water splashing her eyes. Gone was the Carla’s gentle voice, replaced by an authoritarian tone that allowed no argument. A moment later came the sound of Eric’s moan. Turning groggily, she glimpsed him, his naked body pressed against the slippery shower stall, his eyes closed. Carla knelt before him and slipped the length of his engorged cock all the way down her throat. She sucked furiously, her hands simultaneously caressing his balls. He cried out in protest as she abruptly withdrew and tried to force himself back into her mouth.
“Fuck her,” Carla said, backing away from his cock. “Fuck her hard. Then I want you to fuck her ass. Do it now.”
This can’t be happening, a remote part of Denise’s mind thought. This is my husband. This is me being used by this…
Her snippet of logical thought rapidly extinguished beneath the onslaught of Eric’s frantic thrusting, his hands painfully digging into her hips. She gasped at his sudden withdrawal. When he plunged into her ass, she felt a stabbing mixture of pain and pleasure that lasted only a moment before he shot his load to a shuddering, spasmodic cry. Panting, his face streaked with tears, he crawled beneath the jetting shower spray and groveled on the floor.
Soft laughter reached Denise’s ears. Arms reached for her, turning her and pulling her down between a pair of silken white thighs. A pungent musk rose from the spread lips gleaming beneath the mantle of coarse black hair. Denise weakly resisted, struggling to retain her willpower that was rapidly spilling away like the water down the drain.
She looked entreatingly at Carla and found only oily black pools where her eyes had been. Though the features still looked human, it seemed to shimmy and transform into a mosaic of a thousand different faces.
“My God¾who¾what are you?” she murmured.
Carla laughed teasingly and with incredible ease, flipped Denise onto her back. Mounting her with a single, serpentine movement, she spread her legs and settled between them, deliberately pressing the swollen organ that snaked from her cunt against Denise’s clit. Rising from the steam, Eric crept toward Denise with a rapt expression. Poising himself over her mouth, he filled it with his engorged cock and began to thrust.
She jerked and uttered a single, muffled cry as Eric and Carla simultaneously fucked her.
“I am student of life,” Carla said, flicking her tongue across Denise’s writhing body. She reached out to slap Eric’s pumping ass and deeply inhaled the pheromonal reek of their bodies. “A student of the stars. Though my travels have breached the fabric of time, the secrets locked in the mind of your species are the greatest challenge of all…”
