Shalia's Diary Omnibus

by Tracy St. John

  For a moment I wondered if Dusa would be hurt if I explored naughty territory with Nang. After all, Kalquorian clans are three men and they share one woman. Would Dusa be upset and believe me to be a complete slut for checking other men out now that I realize how amazing that sex stuff can be?

  Jeez, I am a slut. A single night of sex, and I am Tramp Central. If other Earthers do decide to string me up for being a whore, I won’t have a defense.

  “Thank you, Dramok Nang. I’ll consider it. After all, we will have to discuss the particulars of my presentation soon. Lunch would be as good a time as any,” I said in my most businesslike tone. I edged away from him where he couldn’t touch me anymore.

  His brow arched, but he didn’t say anything about it. He gave me a knowing smile, as if he understood where my thoughts were. Yeah, in his pants. That’s exactly where they were. But I have more than enough drama with Mom and judgmental Earthers. I don’t need another excuse to find trouble.

  September 21

  What a Jezebel I am. Can a person be addicted to sex? I’m guessing the answer is yes. Your Honor, I’d like to present Exhibit A...me.

  Let’s cut to the chase here. I had sex again. This time I had it with two men, Dusa and Esak. Yep. I’m going to hell. Straight down. Express elevator. There is no hope for me.

  Yet I can’t make myself experience guilt over that, not when it makes me happy. Not when it is so beautiful. That’s right. I said sex is beautiful. You know what I think? I think God made sex wonderful. It was man who turned it ugly. Scream blasphemy all you want. I don’t care. Having sex...ENJOYING sex...makes me feel whole. Redeemed. It’s as if I’ve been given missing pieces of myself.

  The wandering Mom went to sleep and was destined to stay asleep, courtesy of some very helpful sedatives. Thanks, Dad Nayun. Your Earther daughter bows to your generosity and kindness. I powdered and primped myself as pretty as I could, then hurried over to see the boys.

  Esak answered the door, fully clothed in his tight and stretchy formsuit. He might not have been clad in a revealing towel skirt wrap, but he still looked yummy. He bowed and gave me a bright smile. “Good evening, Matara Shalia. You look beautiful.”

  Oh flattery. I didn’t buy it for a minute, but I enjoyed the kind words. I stepped inside as he opened the door wide to admit me. “Thanks, Esak. It’s nice to see you again.”

  Dusa came forward and wrapped me in his arms. Right in front of Esak he gave me a kiss that could have melted steel. I wondered what the Nobek thought, but he only smiled when I glanced at him.

  “How was your day?” Dusa asked me, pulling me to sit next to him on the bed.

  Esak sat on the other side of me, close enough to touch. A billion butterflies took wing in my stomach. I didn’t dare let my head think thoughts it shouldn’t.

  I made myself answer Dusa, keeping my voice steady. I’m owed points for an amazing acting job. “Well, Mom wandered off today—”

  “What?” Both men appeared horrified.

  I told them the whole story, including Commander Nang bringing her home. I excluded his invitation for lunch and who knew what else. I’m rather sure that even if Kalquorians are openminded enough to not be concerned over extracurricular activities, they nonetheless don’t want to hear the chick they’re sleeping with is ogling other men.

  It got clear fast that Dusa and Esak were on the same page when it came to seducing me. It’s a good thing I was ready to be seduced, though I was stunned to discover it was happening from both of them at once.

  While I talked about Mom looking to party hearty, Dusa rubbed a hand up and down my thigh. Meanwhile, Esak did the same to my back. Right off the bat, my urges were running away with me. At that point, I imagined they would give me my choice of sex partner. I had no idea they were both planning to have me.

  At the same time.

  I finished my story about Mom, and Dusa shook his head. “Very frightening,” was his opinion. “She might have easily left the grounds. We’re more careful about who comes in than goes out.”

  “I can’t imagine where she got the idea she was due at a party,” I said. I was hyper-aware of the hands on me, of how close the two men sat to me. I caught wind of that cinnamon smell, and a quick glance at their crotches told me both men were happy to be in my company.

  Just as I was ready to ask if I should flip a coin, Dusa took hold of my chin and turned my head for his kiss. At the same time, Esak’s hand covered my breast. I lost all my senses as my mouth was plundered and my breast explored. Then they turned my head so Esak could have a taste. Fireworks went off in the pit of my stomach as Dusa went for the boob on his side, except his hand went under my blouse to get at it. Encouraged by his clanmate’s boldness, Esak also went under the shirt and did Dusa one better by pushing my bra up and out of his way. Raw, primal need screamed through me as those big hands caressed and fondled me.

  They released my mouth for a couple of breaths, which I somehow remembered to heave in. Even if I’d planned to speak, I’d lost all memory of how to talk. I was wonderfully overwhelmed by this passionate pair.

  Then Dusa kissed me again while Esak replaced his hand with his mouth. The Nobek sucked hard on my breast, as if he was going to devour the entire thing in a single gulp. I cried out in Dusa’s mouth. Every stroke of a tongue, whether it was in my mouth or on my breast, felt delivered straight to my clit. My whole body was a riot of erotic agony. I clawed at their formsuits, like I would tear the fabric to shreds. I don’t know what they make that material out of, but I couldn’t poke a single hole into it. I really, really wanted naked Kalquorians next to me.

  They lowered me onto the bed so I was lying down. My blouse went bye-bye. After some confused wrestling around with the clasp, so did my bra. I was nude from the waist up, but Dusa and Esak were still clothed. I’d never wished to feel bare skin so bad in my life as I did right then.

  Unfortunately, they were more intent that I should not have clothes on. While their mouths worked on my skin, their hands worked on my skirt and panties, leaving me naked beneath them. I couldn’t help but writhe as eager hands, lips, and tongues explored every inch of me. I mean, EVERY inch. From head to toe and everything in between, they sampled me. Fingers worked to stretch my pussy and anus as I bucked and twisted in sweet agony beneath the two men.

  I was wet and aching and desperate. My body begged for release even as I wished the fondling would never end.

  Finally, the Kalquorians slowed their gorgeous assault. They continued to kiss and touch me, but their formsuits came off at long last. What a beautiful sight the two young men were. Both equally muscled, perfectly formed. Esak’s shoulders had a little more width than Dusa’s. The manner in which they held themselves was different too. Dusa portrayed steady, unflinching strength, while Esak resembled a slinking predator. His cocks curved up towards his belly, while Dusa’s pointed straight ahead.

  I wouldn’t have been able to choose between the two if I’d tried. Fortunately, I didn’t have to.

  It was Esak who grabbed me and pulled me all the way up on the bed. He looked down on me with barely contained ferocity, but his tone held only respect when he spoke. “May I enjoy this beautiful body, Matara Shalia? Will you allow me to pleasure you?”

  I summoned a meager amount of sense to answer him. “Yes, please, Esak.”

  He knelt between my legs, pulling me so that my butt lay on his thighs. After a couple of quick adjustments, his cocks slowly, carefully sank into my ass and pussy. My back bowed as he filled me, taking me achingly deep. He and Dusa watched as my body engulfed his, their eyes dark, their lips parted, their chests moving fast. Having them watch me accept Esak’s sexes left me feeling terribly vulnerable...and insanely turned on. When the larger cock rubbed against that gotta-come spot inside, I yelled. I was twisty-tight with arousal.

  “Good girl,” Dusa praised when Esak was embedded within me. He leaned over and kissed my lips.

  I whimpered with pleasure at his approval, at how Esak gr
ipped my hips and held me still as he began measured thrusts. Every breath I exhaled came out with a moan as the Nobek loved my trembling body.

  As I gloried in the delicious fucking I received, Dusa crouched over me, his knees straddling my upper arms, trapping them against my body. I suddenly had his wet, stiff cocks jutting before my mouth, only a kiss away. The smell of cinnamon was everywhere. I gazed up at the rapt face hovering far overhead, looking at me with hooded eyes.

  “Taste me, Shalia,” Dusa urged. “Warm me with your mouth.”

  I had been forced into performing oral before and had found it disgusting. Of course, it was because I thought the men making me give it to them were disgusting. Sometimes just the idea of taking a man’s penis in my mouth was enough to make me vomit.

  But with Esak’s cocks plunging in and out of me so wonderfully and the kind but eager expression on Dusa’s face, I wasn’t grossed out in the least. He smelled delicious, and everything we’d done so far had resulted in pleasure.

  I parted my lips and reached for him with my tongue. With his hands braced against the bed’s headboard, Dusa lowered closer, letting me have a delicate lick of his smaller cock.

  The thick lubricant coating it did taste of cinnamon. It was spicy, with a little bite to make my tongue tingle. I licked the tip again. And again. Then I turned my head sideways to avoid the larger prick and strained up to enclose the end of him in my mouth.

  “Shalia,” Dusa groaned. He lowered himself so I could lay my head down while he filled my mouth. His hand reached to grasp his larger cock, holding it up and out of the way so that I could give the second one all my attention.

  While Esak slowly fucked me, I mouthed Dusa. My tongue darted all over that warm iron, tasting and swallowing his juices. I looked up the long, chiseled line of his body to watch him watching me. His half-lidded eyes were glazed, raw desire etched into the handsome features.

  I sucked hard on him and his breath caught. His hips swung back, taking his sweetness from my mouth. “Now the other,” he whispered, running the tip of his primary cock all over my lips as he held the other one aside.

  I opened obediently and he allowed me to suckle the tip of the large, bullet-shaped cock. I discovered another flavor; a salty-spicy-sweetness that delighted my senses. I thought it might be pre-cum, and I whipped my tongue over the opening, hoping to coax out some more. His groan came out sounding more like a growl just before he obliged me with more of the luscious flavor.

  Dusa’s hips rocked, making his cock slip in and out of my hungry mouth. I was getting it from both ends. The air filled with rumbling animal sounds from my lovers, my delighted whimpers, and liquid noises.

  Esak matched Dusa’s pace. As the Dramok’s thrusts grew faster, so did his clanmate’s. I was washed in a riot of sensations, being filled everywhere. Mouth fucked. Pussy fucked. Ass fucked. I lay helpless beneath the driving males, made to happily accept their lusts.

  Faster. Harder. Dusa’s cock burned against my tongue as he whipped in and out. Esak’s loins smacked against mine. My stomach billowed with craving as the Nobek’s movements became more frantic. Their gasps and growls grew in volume. They were going to climax very soon. I neared that sweet, hot peak myself, reaching for it, begging it to take me, to tear me apart. Oh please...

  Dusa screamed low in his chest. The next instant, thick cream erupted in my mouth, shooting down my throat. I had to swallow or be choked by the hot flow. It kept coming in bullet-bursts, an outpouring that didn’t want to end.

  My insides heaved in a profound muscular spasm, and I shrieked with the strength of it. My pussy clenched onto Esak, and his yells joined ours. He slammed hard into me, and I felt his cock engorge and release, shooting his seed deep into me.

  We bucked and shoved and thrust and pushed against each other, tossed about on the swells of orgasm. It seemed to go on for eternity; a blissful, too-brief eternity. Finally, we broke apart long enough to gather together again, the two men sandwiching me between their bodies.

  “Sleep with us for a little while, Shalia,” Dusa mumbled into my ear. “We will wake and walk you home in a couple of hours.”

  “’kay,” I sighed, already drowsing in the warmth of their embrace. I snuggled my butt into his groin and my face into Esak’s chest.

  Esak carried my semi-conscious self to my dorm later, with Dusa accompanying us. I opened my eyes to tell them goodnight, go into the room, check on my lightly snoring mother, shrug out of my clothes, and climb into my own bed. It seemed so big and cold without my Kalquorians there, but I fell asleep quickly anyhow.

  It will be a long day trying to concentrate on putting together this presentation. All I want to think about is sex with Dusa and Esak. I guess I’ve been converted to the Kalquorian approach to sex.

  September 21 (afternoon)

  Damn that Nang! He told me only two days ago he always eats lunch in his office. I’ve been trying to reach him on the com for the last hour, and he hasn’t answered. I need help. Right the fuck NOW.

  I did get hold of Imdiko Weln, thank God. I told him to stick close to Mom. That was the first call I made, and I’m kicking myself because he offered to send somebody over to guard me. But nooooo, I was calling Nang and have him take care of things, as he’s supposed to. Now I can’t reach Weln or Nang. Dusa and Esak are on patrol off-site, so I can’t contact them either. I’d call Dr. Nayun, but I’m afraid he’ll come here himself and maybe be attacked. I couldn’t live with myself if he was hurt because of me.

  I can’t find the emergency contact frequency I supposedly have on this stupid com they gave me either. That’s just great. I could be dead already, and no one would have a clue because I can’t find a soul to answer!

  It started when I stepped outside, on my way out to meet Mom for lunch. There was a sheet of paper in front of the door, held down by a rock. I picked it up, of course. I read it and rushed my ass back in the dorm and locked the door behind me. I am not going anywhere until somebody big and Kalquorian makes it here to protect me.

  Here’s what the note says:

  Dear Alien-Loving Whore,

  We know what you’ve been doing. We know you open your legs for the demon aliens. You are a hellbound slut, a fornicator, a diseased Jezebel. Just because the Holy Leader has gone to glory and the lawgivers went with him does not mean you will not be judged. You know the wages of your sin. Beatings, torture, branding, and the searing of your unholy devil flesh are the least of your punishments. Then you must die, to cleanse the Earth of your foulness.

  God will bow your proud, sinful head. You will go to Hell screaming for mercy you will find from neither Him nor us. It is only a matter of time.

  Damn it. Damn them. I’m not hurting anybody. Where the hell is Nang? Why isn’t he responding to my messages?

  September 21 (evening)

  Things have settled down and I’m not seeing witch-hunting Earthers out of the corners of my eyes. I have two big-ass, badass Nobeks outside my door standing guard. One will stay around me and the other will stick with Mom until Nang figures out who left the note or we get off this horrid rock of a dying planet.

  Nang showed up about an hour after my first panicked attempt to find him. He stormed into the room like a force of nature, ready to kick ass and take names. He became livid when he read the note. He had the main Nobek in charge of site security in here, along with a full dozen of his men, looking all over the place for clues and checking to make sure nobody had planted any nasty devices designed to hurt me.

  It turned out Nang had been off-site, looking into a gang that has supposedly set up shop nearby. When I asked about that, he said the investigation was ongoing. Translation: they didn’t find shit. Meanwhile, I was sitting here convinced I would die at any moment.

  I endured a couple of hours of questions. During that interview, Nobeks checked every square inch of my room and the rest of the dorms in this building. Nang and the head of security, Nobek Swif, conducted intense planning. It looked intense, anyway
, both their faces creasing with determination as they whispered. I don’t understand why they whispered. It’s not as if I can interpret the first word of Kalquorian.

  At last they’d done what they could do, which wasn’t much. Everyone else left, and it was just Nang and me with my Nobek bodyguard outside the closed door.

  Even seeing how seriously they took the situation hadn’t quite calmed my shakes yet. I huddled on a dinette chairs, small and helpless. That venomous note had put serious fear in me. I know how minds like that work. I realize all too well how justified they feel about cleansing the world of sinners. I’ve been around such maniacs all my life.

  Nang sat next to me, dragging his chair close. He was too big for his seat. He stroked my hair, trying to comfort me. I hate being a weak sister, but I was happy to have somebody big and strong right there, ready to take care of me. Sue me.

  Nang told me, “I think perhaps I should do a presentation too. I could bring together all the Earthers we have here at the Academy and let them know what exactly is happening. Your people should understand what Kalquor is trying to do for them under the supervision of the Galactic Council of Planets. We’ve tried to explain it to everyone, but rumors continue to run wild. Your people are convinced we’re here to enslave and breed.”