Page 23 of My New and Improved Alien Lovers

He scrambles off of me, back into his original position where I was on top of him, puts his hands out to his sides after yanking down his pants to his knees, and waits like a good boy.

First off, I whip off my shirt because that's BJ 101. Give them something fun to look at.

However, I worry about the integrity of his facial structure as his eyes bug out. Eh. I might as well continue.

I slowly lower my face to the tip of him again, shivering as my nipples brush against his thighs.

“We should probably keep this to ourselves, so we don't get in trouble with the rest of the triad.” He doesn't protest. In fact, he doesn't say anything except to emit unintelligible noises as I lick across the broad, flat head of him, flicking my tongue over all the little bumps that decorate him.

It's almost like a massage on my tongue, making me very excited about what it will feel like when I'm able to finally take him. I'm feeling pretty good about my chances right now, even though I can only get such a small part of him in my mouth. I'm confident that I can train myself to take more over time. I don't think he’ll mind that practice at all.

He has this slightly sweet taste to him, very different than the musk of human males. I find I don't mind it at all, but I do call in my hands for backup.

“I am assuming I am meant to survive this?”

“Sssh!” I admonish him. “Do you want to tell everybody what we're doing right now?”

“Kind of, yes.”

I stare him down, waiting for him to retract that statement. My mouth is of course hovering right above him, and it's like we're playing a very weird game of chicken.

“Fine. No, I don't. Although, I am the leader of our triad. They must accept whatever direction I think our triad should go in. It just so happens, right now I want to go in the direction of your mouth, and I want to do it without them.”

There's an odd tingling sensation in my mouth as I sink back onto him, filling my mouth as much as possible. I believe the tingles are coinciding with the iridescent gold precum he'sleaking, lending credence to the fact that it must be doing something to change me for them.

Now listen. I know when we were little, many of us were told never to change yourself for a romantic partner. In most cases, this is excellent advice. However, when we're talking about whether or not you can ride your alien mates’ giant gold dick, that advice falls far flat and you should always,alwaysallow yourself to change. It's just common courtesy.

“You didn't... respond to the ‘me surviving this’ thing. I believe I might expire. Right here, in your mouth. How do human men do anything other than this?”

I'm not even going to answer that. Really don't want to.

I carry on, growing wetter and wetter as he makes the most ridiculous noises I've ever heard, losing his mind over what I'm doing to him.

“I must warn you, my Margaret, it's not going to take much to get me to finish. I won't be able to release very much without the others here, but if you don't want that, now is the time to remove your mouth.”

How bad can it be? I'm hardly a stranger to swallowing. And really, I've been with men that didn't last half this long, so I’m not going to say anything about how I’ve likely only licked him five and a half times so far.

Because I'm feeling sassy, I double down on my efforts, allowing myself to choke just a little bit, nice and demure like, making sure he hears the gagging sound emit from my throat. That's the catalyst that does him in.

If the goal is to get me to swallow their fluids, then this should progress us at least a little. It feels uncomfortable how little he'sable to let himself go, but I swallow him down anyway, and oddly enough, it sort of tastes like Skittles.

I swear to you it does.

But as the good luck available nearby would have it, something we did was too much noise because the others are suddenly in the room with us, watching with their eyes blown wide, mouths speechless. Not a bad look on most men.

It's a bit freaky how simply having them next to us changes everything. All they do is rest a hand on the back of my head as I continue to lick at Owiin greedily, and maybe I'm not oblivious to the fact that they're touching themselves within the confines of their pants, but next thing I know, the little dribble I was getting from Owiin turns into a torrent and his previously pained moans turn vociferous.

Now I'm choking on him, trying to keep my mouth on him as he thrusts into me, but the amount of cum escaping his body makes everything very slippery. The rainbow candy flavor only intensifies, and I’m completely lost in the moment.

The heat builds between the four of us as Kass and Adeema stroke themselves to completion, hunching over and dripping some of their release into my skin.

I'm more than occupied though and can't multitask enough to help them out.

Time passes and still I continue to chug down the cum flowing out of Owiin like I’m in a competitive eating competition, each swallow making my body buzz, heightening my arousal tenfold.

I'm about to give up the game when he gently removes my head from him, gasping for breath as he pulls me on top of him.

Somehow, he's still somewhat hard, and the way he flops me down on top of him has my wide-open sex encasing him. I joltand cry out at the sudden stimulation, praising whatever fates are watching when he grabs me by the hips and encourages me to sit up and ride him.

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