Probed: The Encounter
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“I did,” Z nodded. “I am very fond of you, Amy. You are a phenomenal human female — quite lovely for your species, and talented and adventurous as a sex partner. I could not have made a better choice.”
Amy smiled, thinking, This is all so strange. Can he actually read—
“I can,” Z grinned. “I know every single filthy thought taking place in that dirty mind of yours. I know everything you want the instant you want it.”
Amy looked down and noticed Z’s twin cocks were both becoming erect again. Holy shit, he wants more?
She returned his grin, saying, “I can also tell what you’re thinking.”
“I’m not finished with you yet,” Z whispered.
They stared at each other, the passion building.
“Z, fuck me in every way I want to be fucked,” Amy pleaded. “Probe my brain and give me everything I’ve ever wanted, all at once.”
“My pleasure. But we will need darkness for this.” Z waved his hand and the lamps clicked off.
Amy trembled inside, not knowing what was next.
Again Z picked her up, his strong arms effortlessly holding her in the air by her hips, her legs straddling his waist. She felt a tongue tickling her clit, though his head was some distance away. At that Amy moment decided she was ready for anything — anything at all Z might try.
He kept it up until Amy started feeling the beginnings of an orgasm stirring, then he lowered her onto his hard smaller cock. It went easily into her still-wet pussy and Z lifted her body up and down to fuck her with it, coating it with Amy’s own natural lubrication and lifting her off completely when it was sufficiently covered. He then positioned the head of the larger cock against her pussy and the smaller one at her anus. Amy offered no resistance, and Z pushed into both holes simultaneously.
Amy moaned as he moved slowly in and out of her, and it dawned on her that neither her nor Z’s body was moving, with one exception: He was making those cocks move all on their own. They drove in and out of her like twin pistons as she was suspended over Z’s pelvis.
It was glorious. Amy had never experienced anything like this before and she wanted more of it. She tried to push back against him, wanting him deeper, wanting to take in as much of this man as possible. The cum on her breasts trickled toward her belly.
While Z’s hands still held Amy’s hips tightly to suspend her above him, two other hands took her shoulders and gently pulled her forward. Oh my God, he’s got four hands! she thought. This is insane. Despite the darkness, as she got closer she could make out his eyes — they almost sparkled. Z pulled her face to his and she felt his tongue slip between her lips as they kissed hard. Amy tasted that unbelievable taste again, relishing it as the double cocks continued to thrust into her.
Suddenly the hands on her shoulder pushed Amy upward. Without letting go of her hips or shoulders, Z somehow reached up from behind with another hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back, hard. Amy’s scream of surprise and delicious pain was abruptly stifled as yet another hand clamped over her mouth. Something else grabbed her wrists and held them firmly behind her back. Amy couldn’t move at all; he was restraining her as his twin cocks kept up their assault.
She felt a mouth on her nipple, sucking, tugging, lightly biting it. Then another mouth on the opposite breast. Amy felt herself succumbing to the intense pleasure. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take.
The hand covering her lips moved, and she gasped for air before that same hand grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open. In the dark, she felt something touch her lips. It was soft, yet hard at the same time. As it pushed into her mouth, she realized it was another cock. Jesus, how many appendages did this man have? She sucked it eagerly.
Amy struggled against her restraints, her legs kicking at the comforter as the three cocks moved in simultaneous motion in and out of her body. She sucked hard as the newest one fucked her mouth, going deeper and deeper, into her throat. The two mouths on her tits, sucking and massaging… the massive cock in her pussy, hot and throbbing, and the other one probing her ass… Just when Amy thought she might pass out from the blizzard of stimuli, she felt a tongue on her clit, licking and circling. Z’s pounding became more intense. She heard him cry out and her pussy and ass filled with hot liquid at the same instant. The cock in her mouth throbbed and stream after stream of hot cum hit the back of her throat. Then she felt her own body explode.
Her orgasm was huge and never-ending, consisting of three or four smaller ones, escalating to an enormous climax. Amy dangled in the air for what seemed like an eternity, restrained and ravished, spasming as cocks and tongues worked her over and wave after wave crested through her body. The taste in her mouth was heavenly. She swallowed what she could, but felt some leaking out over her lips.
Then there was only darkness and the sound of Amy’s own labored breathing. The cock in her mouth retreated. She was vaguely aware that she was drenched in sweat, beads dripping from her nose onto the miraculous being underneath her. She had a sense of being pulled up and off of the cocks in her, then lowered until her body rested on top of Z’s, the cum on her breasts gliding silkily against his chest.
The last thing she remembered was feeling a single tender kiss on her lips.
Chapter 6
She was sore. Deliciously sore.
Was it morning?
Amy cracked opened her eyes and was greeted by sunlight. She smiled and closed them again.
“SHIT!”
She bolted upright on her bed, eyes suddenly wide open, looking around the room. What the hell had happened?
She then remembered every detail, every luscious detail. Had it been real?
Her head spun as she surveyed her thoughts. Last night could have been a dream, but man, what a wild, vivid dream. The best dream ever, in fact.
She noticed her dress, the one she’d worn to Oscar’s Tavern last night, lying across a chair. It was in perfect shape — not a single tear, every button in place. She hadn’t had that much to drink, had she? Could she have possibly imagined such a thing?
She felt the soreness again, the undeniable ache between her legs that said otherwise. And there was a vague taste in her mouth, a hint of that incredible taste from her dream. But still… there was absolutely no trace of Z.
She stepped out of bed and looked at her naked body. No telltale marks, no purple stains on her breasts. In fact, she felt fresh, as if she’d been bathed.
This was really fucking weird. And where the hell was Darwin?
“Darwin! Here, kitty kitty!”
Amy heard a faint noise from the bedroom closet. Its door was open just a few inches.
She looked inside. “Darwin? Are you in here?”
Something rustled in the corner, behind a shoebox. Darwin’s head popped up. When he refused to budge any further, Amy reached in to pick him up, and he even resisted that.
Darwin trembled in her arms as she brought him out into the light.
“What’s wrong with my little man?” She murmured. “Are you okay?”
Amy glanced at the dress again. She set the cat down and watched him race back into the closet.
She picked up the dress and studied it. There was not a tear anywhere. Regardless of what her body was telling her, there had been no ripped dress. And no alien in her bed last night.
Just as she began to consider the possibility that someone slipped her something at the bar and that the rest was a product of her own vivid imagination, a splash of color across the room caught her attention. She felt the skin on her neck crawl and her mind reeled.
There on her dresser was a beautiful bouquet of flowers, all spectacularly in bloom.
“Those were dead last night,” Amy said aloud. In fact, they’d been dead for a couple of weeks. Now, though, they were alive — brilliantly so.
She stood staring at the flowers.
“How could that be poss…”
Amy smiled, then began to giggle. She ran to the dresser, lau
ghing as she ran her hands over the gorgeous pedals.
It couldn’t be true. It was too amazing, too unbelievable. Then she saw the card. The card that had previously read: “Thanks for a good time. - Bernie”
Now the same card bore an entirely different inscription, in iridescent purple ink:
“Until next time. Z”
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