HELLCATS 2

by Misty Vixen

Catch up on the Hellcats series!

HELLCATS

DISCLAIMER

If this is your first time reading the Hellcats 2, you

can safely ignore this disclaimer.

If you’re a fan and you read the Hellcats in its original

incarnation, i.e. episodic short stories, then you might be

wondering what’s different between that version and this one, I want to be clear.

A lot more than the last one!

This covers episodes seven through nine and the bonus

shorts from Collection Three and The Complete First Season. It also incorporates a short story originally featured in Quickies: Hellcats, Vacation Sex. Finally, I wrote about 14,500 words of new content. So a lot more has been added in this time around.

I hope this helps you decide whether or not

it’s worth purchasing!

Table of Contents

CHAPTER 01

CHAPTER 02

CHAPTER 03

CHAPTER 04

CHAPTER 05

CHAPTER 06

CHAPTER 07

EPILOGUE

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER 01

Ryan looked over all the stuff he’d placed on his bed in preparing for this vacation that he was apparently going on. There wasn’t a whole lot there. Just his clothes, really. He couldn’t think of anything else to bring with him. He began to move forward, to pack the clothes away, but something made him stop.

This didn’t feel real.

Ryan slowly looked around his bedroom, this place that was his home now. He owned it. He lived here, on this space ship, hurtling through space. He was living with a crew of beautiful, highly sexual mercenary women. This was his actual, real life. But it didn’t seem real at all. Here he was, preparing to go on vacation with this interesting, and in several ways frightening, group of women that were now his roommates and crewmates and coworkers. Could it really have all changed so much so fast? Not all that long ago he was sitting in an office running tech support, working on software, re-calibrating little pieces of tech.

Bored, kind of miserable, lonely.

Ryan heard voices outside in the hallway and knew that they were probably close to the planet they were heading for. The ladies already had a sweet spot picked out, somewhere they’d been before, and from what they’d been telling him as they got ready, it sounded nice. He’d never been on an actual, real vacation before, as far as he was concerned. And who better to go on his first real vacation with than these women?

These new friends of his.

As he began carefully packing the clothes into his duffel bag, he found himself wondering about the odds, the crazy long odds of his success here. His luck. How lucky was he to have walked into this particular life scenario? He felt like he’d won the fucking lottery right now. What were those odds? One in a thousand? A hundred thousand?

A million?

More?

There was a brisk knock at his door. “Don’t keep me waiting, Ryan...” Emily said.

He couldn’t help but smile, no doubt a big, stupid smile, but he didn’t care. Right now, he felt pretty fucking happy with his life, himself, with where all this was going. And right now, he was just going to straight up enjoy himself.

Zipping up the bag, he shouldered it and made for the door.

…

They parked their ship in geosynchronous orbit around the White Sand Islands and had an orbital taxi come up to get them.

Ryan stepped out of his bedroom, holding the same black duffel bag he'd come aboard with almost a week ago. Had it been a week? He tried to remember, but got distracted by all the movement in the central corridor with him. All of the girls were out, talking among themselves, dressed for casual fun. They all wore shorts and either tank tops or thin t-shirts. He was suddenly struck by the fact that he had been inside of them all.

“What are you looking at?” Colleen asked.

“A bunch of beautiful women,” he replied.

That got laughs out of several of them. Colleen stuck out her hand and he walked over to her, took her hand and squeezed it.

She squeezed back.

“You two do actually make a cute couple,” Emily said.

“Yeah...they do,” Love agreed.

Angel smirked. “You gonna steal him away from us, Colleen?”

If she didn't have fur, Ryan was sure Colleen would be blushing fiercely. “I don't mind sharing,” she said, a little awkwardly.

More laughs. Then the airlock chimed. Somehow, they all managed to fit inside and someone hit the button that made it go. It shuffled them through and into the plush, soft red interior of the orbital taxi. It reminded him of the back of a limousine. There were lots of seats, most of them connected together, making them more like couches than individual chairs. He spied a mini-bar and a flat-screen TV built into the front wall.

“Holy shit,” Ryan whispered as he took a seat at the back of the taxi.

“We like to travel in style,” Emily replied.

Colleen sat on one side of him and laid her head on his shoulder, while Syl sat in his lap and Angel insinuated herself along his other side. Syl smiled, leaned in, and kissed him, then leaned over and kissed Colleen. She seemed to enjoy it, so she kept doing it. Soon, the two girls were twining tongues, their eyes closed, hands wandering.

“You look stoned,” Emily said suddenly.

Ryan looked past Colleen and Syl, at Emily and Ilyse, who were sitting to the right and staring at him with smirks on their faces.

“What?” he asked, dazed.

“That look on your face, you look stoned,” Emily replied.

“Heh-heh, well...uh, I guess I might as well be,” Ryan replied.

“Come here, cutie,” Angel said.

Ryan glanced over into Angel's beautiful orange face. She was smiling seductively at him, biting her lower lip gently. She reached out and slipped a hand across the back of his neck. Pulling him closer while leaning in, she pressed her lips against his and began making out with him. She tasted very sweet, like honey or sugar, and Ryan reached behind her and placed a hand on the small of her back, bringing them even closer. She slipped her tongue in and it twined with his. They swapped saliva, eyes closed, and Ryan felt his heartbeat accelerating.

Something seemed to be changing, something that was perhaps unexpected for both of them, but Ryan slipped his hand beneath the t-shirt she was wearing. She let him, pulling it up over her firm breasts, revealing them. He began to grope one, squeezing it as she kept kissing him, deepening their make-out session. He began to play with her nipple and she moaned into his mouth. He suddenly felt her hand in his lap.

“Uh, whoa, something's happening,” he heard Syl say.

“What...oh my,” Colleen said.

Angel had somehow managed to free his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers. She had it out and was working it skillfully with one warm hand now. He groaned and she broke contact. She moved fast and dexterously, dropping down onto the floor, on her knees, and slipped his cock into her mouth. She began bobbing her head expertly.

“Oh fuck, Angel,” he moaned.

“Uh...wow,” Ilyse murmured.

She kept sucking him off, working up a good mouthful of spit, coating his dick in it. He put his hand on the back of her head, groaning. She kept doing this for about thirty seconds, then suddenly stopped and took off her shorts and panties.

She laid back on the floor of the taxi and opened her legs.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Please?”

Ryan didn't say anything, instead opting to get down on the floor with her and lay in between her legs. He felt her reach down and grip him, guiding him into the tightly-coiled warmth in between her thighs. He gasped, then moaned in raw pleasure as he went into her bareback. Angel cried out as he penetrated her, pressed all of his inches inside of her. He could feel her vagina opening to accept his length, restructuring, tightening around him.

“Yeeessss,” she moaned.

He started fucking her, sliding slickly in and out of her, losing himself in the wet, warm pleasure of her insides.

“Holy shit, you guys have always been open, but...wow,” Ilyse said.

“You like?” Emily asked.

“I certain like it,” Colleen said, a little breathlessly.

“Yeah, me too,” Syl murmured.

“Me three,” Love said.

“It is really hot,” Ilyse said, distracted now.

To Ryan, these voices were all kept at a distance, not quite breaking the bubble of closeness, of hot intimacy he was experiencing with Angel. He stared deeply into her crimson eyes, saw a moment of connection there, of real connection. All of her coyness was gone, her sly sexuality that treated this whole thing a little like a game, and she was staring up at him with something more. He kissed her deeply and pressed deeper into her, heard as much as felt her cry out into his mouth, her eyes squeezing tightly shut.

Ryan felt her begin to climax, her vagina grow hotter, wetter, her muscles begin to work. He knew he was close, too, so he didn't even try to hold it back. They both began to orgasm at the same time. He heard his voice as if from a distance, groaning in plain passion and pleasure, overlapping with Angel's voice, much louder, almost screaming as she came, her whole body twitching, muscles throbbing in silky ecstasy.

When it was over, they were both lying on the floor of the taxi, chests heaving. Everyone was staring at them. It was silent.

“Goddamn,” Emily said finally, “I felt that one.”

Angel laughed. “Heh, yeah. That was uh...good. Oh...wow. Thank you, Ryan.” She kissed him, then laid her head back. “I'm tired now.”

“Me too,” Ryan replied.

“Better not have used up all your energy, Ryan,” Emily warned. “I expect that cock to be rock solid as soon as we get our rooms.”

“Don't worry,” Ryan replied. “I just need a little rest.”

He settled himself down on top of Angel. He was still inside of her, but he didn't feel like pulling out. It felt nice inside of her.

…

When they arrived, the sun was rising.

Ryan had to give it to the girls: the White Sand Islands were genuinely beautiful. A true sight to behold. From high above, they looked like pearls or precious white gems, glistening in the sunshine amid a field of perfect, clear blue water. From high enough, they looked flawless and ethereal, but as they drew closer, dark spots began to appear. Then lines. Roads and buildings. Signs of civilization, marring the perfection.

“Wow,” he said finally.

“It's nice, isn't it?” Colleen asked.

He'd finally pulled out of Angel and after they'd cleaned themselves up, he'd stuck himself back in between Colleen and Syl, who, if he didn't know any better, seemed to have become slightly possessive of him.

“Yeah, it's beautiful,” he replied. “It must be expensive.”

“Very,” Emily said. “But we get a discount.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Several years ago a mercenary band showed up. They were a bunch of classless assholes who'd happened into a lot of money,” she explained.

“Ha, classless, like we can make that accusation,” Love said, laughing.

“Hey, we know how to behave...in public, at least. Anyway, they kept wrecking the place, harassing everyone. Local law enforcement wouldn't deal with them because they'd been paid off. All of us and some of our Amazonian friends were there at the time. We got pissed and basically kicked all their asses. The hotel staff was so grateful, they offered us a lifetime discount if we ever wanted to come back.”

“That's awesome,” Ryan said.

“Damn right it is,” Emily replied.

The taxi continued to descend through the atmosphere of the planet until it landed on a black-topped square next to a tall, blue building. The door opened and everyone stood up, gathering up their suitcases or duffel-bags or backpacks. Ryan followed Colleen and Syl out and stood blinking in the brilliant sunshine for a moment. His Link told him that local time was just past eight in the morning. So he'd regained about six hours, which was fine by him. He imagined it was going to be a long day anyway.

Once everyone was out, the taxi lifted off and was gone, leaving them alone with the peaceful sounds of the island around them. Somewhere nearby, he could hear the ocean, the waves coming to shore. The quiet hum of nearby traffic. Bits of conversation from a nearby outdoor plaza café floated over to him. They all started walking along the blacktop, stepping off of it and crossing a parking lot. They found the main entrance and stepped through.

Ryan felt blinded by pricey wonder as he moved in his own personal sea of beautiful, inhuman women across the lobby. He'd only stayed in a few hotels in his life, none even approaching this level of quality. The floor was smooth, slip-resistant imitation marble that looked like an impossibly beautiful mural of a sunset. The walls were all holographic, slightly shifting images of beautiful, tropical paradises.

They approached the front desk and a thin, tanned goddess of a woman wearing little more than a bikini greeted them warmly.

“It's so good to have you back, girls,” she said.

“It's great to be back, it's been too long,” Emily replied.

“So...seven, altogether. And I see you brought a boy with you,” the receptionist said, smirking.

“Yes,” Emily replied, “he's a...good friend.”

“A very good friend,” Love added.

“Well, aren't you lucky,” the woman said.

Ryan shrugged awkwardly. “Yeah, I am,” he replied, not sure what else to say.

“So what are you looking for this time around, girls? Same as last time?” the receptionist asked.

“Yep. The whole top floor for a week with the full executive room service package, all the bells and whistles and what have you,” Emily replied.

The woman spent a while punching things into her computer, and when she was finished, Emily paid by swiping her thumb. “Also...same set up as before, with you all being able to open every door on the floor?”

“Definitely,” Ilyse said. She leaned down and left a lingering kiss on Ryan's cheek. “This one is going to be very busy.”

“Wow, you really are popular. I don't think I've seen Ilyse dote on anyone before,” the woman said.

Ryan only blushed and laughed nervously. What was it about women that turned him stupid? He supposed it was one of those age old questions that had no answer beyond something biological, something programmed into him. They all swiped their thumbs and were fed into the system. Once that was finished, the group piled onto a pair of elevators that shot to the top floor. Ryan had opted to go with Emily and Ilyse.

“Emily was right about you,” Ilyse confided.

“What do you mean?” Ryan replied.

“You look absolutely adorable when you get all blushy and quiet,” she said. “I never thought I'd go for that, but...I don't know, you kind of remind me of this boy I had a crush on in high school. I was tall even back then, you know. I was six foot three and all the boys were scared of me. Well, the only boys who weren't scared of me I didn't really like but sometimes I dated them anyway because I was lonely. But there was this one boy, his name was Michael, and I fell in love with him from a distance. He looked lot like you. I'd like to think he was a lot like you.”

“What happened with him?” Ryan asked after she fell silent.

“Nothing. That's the thing. I never said anything to him, he never said anything to me. We graduated and moved on,” Ilyse replied.

The elevator reached its destination. They stepped out into the corridor, rejoining the others. Ryan looked around.

“So...who gets what rooms?” he asked.

“Doesn't matter, all of them belong to us and they're all identical,” Emily replied.

With that, she walked over to the nearest door, pressed her thumb against a small black pad built into the door and opened it up.

Ilyse walked after her. “Come on, handsome, you're up,” she said.

Ryan suddenly found himself staring at her ass. It wasn't as big as Emily's but...it was still very nice to look at, especially in the tight white shorts she was wearing. He grinned as he followed the two tall Amazonians into their bedroom. The door closed behind him. He looked around the room they'd come into.

“Whoa,” he murmured, dropping his bag.

The place was huge. The door led into a living room type area, stuffed with cushy reclining chairs and a large loveseat, all of it centered around a giant-screened TV built into one of the walls. Ryan imagined that it had instant access to every channel and some vast library of games and movies. Further in was a fully-stocked kitchen of black and silver metal. The far wall was made entirely of glass, a floor-to-ceiling window that showed a crystal clear view of the ocean. Ryan knew that, from the outside, the window would be impossible to clearly see through. To his left and right were open doorways that led to identical, lavish bedrooms.

Emily and Ilyse were already in the one to the right, both of their tops off. Ilyse was still getting undressed and Emily was rooting around in her bag for something. Ilyse took off her shorts and tossed them aside, now fully naked, and Ryan got a good look at her ass. It was fit, firm, healthy, the ass of a tall goddess.

She turned around and looked at him, smiling coyly, hands planted on her firm, round hips. Every inch of her looked sleek and smooth and perfect. Even where there were some scars on her stomach and inner right thigh looked sexy.

“Come here, handsome,” she said.

Ryan took her in as he came closer, shedding his shirt and tossing it aside. She looked just as beautiful as she had last night. He quickly undressed and came right over to her. She grabbed him in a hug and he enjoyed the soft, warm feel of her breasts as she buried his face in them. She fell backwards onto the huge bed, taking him with her. Ryan climbed up closer to her face and pressed his lips against her while simultaneously reaching down and groping one of her breasts. She kissed him back immediately, driving her tongue into his mouth, twining it with his own tongue. They kept kissing for another half minute until she pulled back.

Looking up at him, smiling broadly, her eyes alight and wide and wild, she asked, “Will you eat my pussy? It's been ages since anyone has eaten my pussy.”

“Yeah, of course,” he replied.

Ryan leaned in and kissed her once more, then re-positioned himself. She spread her incredibly long, slim, athletic legs for him, exposing herself to him. He spread the lips of her pussy gently, exposing the field of soft, glistening pink flesh, and there was her clitoris, nestled in the field, a little white nub.

Carefully, he lowered his head and stuck out his tongue. His breath washed across her vagina and she shivered gently. He heard her suck in a breath expectantly. Ryan let the tip of his tongue touch her clit and a low moan escaped from somewhere deep in her throat. He began softly at first, gently, barely doing anything at all. Gentle caresses. A strange, strangled moan escaped her once more and he felt the blanket twist and shift slightly beneath him. She was gripping it now, liable to tear it to pieces if he kept this up for too long.

“Come on, come on...” she panted.

“Don't tease her too long,” Emily warned. “She'll crush your head like a walnut between those wonderful thighs of hers.”

“There are worse ways to go,” Ryan replied, pulling his head back briefly.

“Don't stop!” she yelled at him.

Ryan laughed, leaned down and licked her pussy. She cried out. “Do you want some more?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” she groaned madly. “Please!”

“How badly?” he asked, then he licked her clit.

She squealed and twisted. “So bad! So bad!” she yelled at him.

“My God, you are playing her like a fucking instrument,” Emily said, staring at them both. “I never thought I'd see the day.”

“Please, please,” Ilyse moaned.

Ryan gave it to her. He lowered his head and pressed his tongue firmly against her clit. She cried out and he kept going, licking her clit for several minutes, then running both his tongue and his lower lip up the entire expanse of wet, pink flesh there. She screamed and he kept going, focusing the tip of his tongue once more on her clit, but also slipping one, then two fingers into her, pressing up into her most sensitive of spots.

“Yes, yes, yessssssssssss!” she shrieked, her hips arching up.

That final 'yes' disappeared into a confusion of syllables and sounds as Ryan felt a hot wave of juices coat his chin, lower jaw, and neck. Some of it even got onto his chest. He laughed and pulled back as she finished up.

“So, how was that for foreplay?” he asked, wiping his mouth.

“That was...oh wow...oh...oh my...” Ilyse replied, panting. She took a deep, shuddering breath and let it out slowly. “That was the best orgasm I've had in...I don't know.”

“Well, I'm happy to be of service,” Ryan replied.

She propped herself up on her elbows and stared at him. “You have permission to do whatever the fuck you want to me,” she said.

“Wow...thank you,” Ryan replied, surprised.

She laughed and hauled herself up off the bed. Emily was fully nude now, and she had something in her hands. Ryan realized what it was as she set it down on the nightstand next to the bed. It was a strap-on. She noticed his look.

“Self-lubing,” she said with a smirk. “I figured you'd like to watch, and that you might like to help me DP her.”

“DP?” he asked.

“Double-penetration. You get the ass, I get the vag, unless you wanted the vag.”

“I'd really like her ass,” Ryan replied.

Emily smirked. “I figured you would, after you almost blacked out from the orgasm you had from fucking my ass.”

He smiled at that memory as Emily climbed onto the bed and yanked the blankets off, tossing them aside for now. She flopped down next to him and ran a hand across his chest. “Who'd've ever thought you'd be so good at this?” she asked.

“Well, I mean, it's not that hard,” Ryan replied.

“Mechanically speaking, no, eating pussy and fingering and fucking isn't all that difficult. I mean, it's programmed into us. Arguably it's the meaning of life. But you...do something more. You have a skill. You can read women, I think. You know what we want, what our bodies want, even if we're not sure ourselves.”

“I'd testify to that,” Ilyse said, coming back in and crashing onto the other side of the bed. Ryan glanced over at her, then back at Emily.

A tall warrior woman on either side of him.

Ilyse leaned in and began kissing him. After a little bit, she passed him over to Emily, and he made out with her as well. They continued like this for a little while, going back and forth, kissing, probing with their tongues.

Then Emily pulled back and asked, “What would you like us to do?”

“I'd be really nice if you could both lick my cock, and then take turns sucking it,” he replied.

Ilyse smiled. “I love a man who can articulate exactly what he wants,” she said.

She kissed him once more, then they both sank down the length of the bed. Ryan felt his pulse quicken. He was already as stiff as he was going to get. Both women began to lick his dick, their large, wet, warm tongues running up the length of his cock over and over again. Then both tongues focused solely on the head and he groaned, shivering with pleasure. They kept going like this, occasionally pausing to kiss each other, then Emily took his dick into her mouth. He watched it disappear in between her lips, and she looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes. She maintained eye contact as she sucked him off, then took it out and passed it to Ilyse.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned as she began sucking him off too. Emily lowered her head and began licking his balls. “You ladies are so good at this,” he panted.

“You deserve the best,” Emily replied, her voice thick and sultry. She took his cock into her mouth once more and bobbed her head expertly.

“Ugh...I think I want to fuck now,” he said.

“Care for a little show first? I was hoping to sixty-nine with Ilyse and then fuck her with a strap-on,” Emily replied.

“Oh my God, yes, I want to watch that,” Ryan replied.

Emily smirked. “I figured you would.”

Ryan moved out of the way as both incredibly long-limbed women re-positioned themselves. First, Ilyse laid on her back and Emily laid atop her. They began making out passionately, groping each other, their big, long-fingered hands wandering across beautiful, pale skin. He laid there and watched as they kept kissing each other.

Ilyse groped Emily's breasts. “I don't care whether you’re a guy or a girl or...whatever, big boobs are probably the best things in the whole galaxy,” she said, a little breathless. “I'm so fucking glad you got work done. Good lord they're huge,” she whispered.

Emily laughed and pushed herself up on her palms, then made her massive breasts swing back and forth in front of Ilyse's face.

“So you like them, huh? How about you suck on them?” she asked.

“Gladly,” Ilyse replied.

She grabbed one of Emily's huge, round breasts and brought the pink nipple up to her mouth. First she kissed it, then she ran her tongue across it, and finally she began to suck on it.

Emily let out a moan. “That's a good girl,” she whispered. “Ooooh, yes, good girl.”

Ryan was captivated, almost hypnotized.

Soon, the women moved on to the next phase of their sexual encounter. Emily sat up and then flipped around, lowering her head over Ilyse's crotch, placing her own pussy over Ilyse's mouth. Both women began moaning as they set to work. Ryan's breath was catching in his throat. This was definitely on the list of hottest things he'd ever seen in his life. He shifted slightly, to get a better position of looking at Emily going to town on her friend's pussy. Emily had a strong tongue. He kept watching, feeling his erection throb in time with his heartbeat, so turned on now that he was having difficulty focusing.

After several more minutes of this, Emily finally came up for air, then silently pointed to the nightstand. It took Ryan a moment, but something clicked and he got it. He flipped over, reached out, grabbed the strap-on rig, and passed it to Emily.

“I'll get her going first, then we both can fuck her,” she said as she pulled it on.

“You're going to DP me?” Ilyse asked.

“Yeah. You said you wanted that, once. Well, more than once.”

Ilyse laughed. “Are you sure you aren't just making these things I said up? I seriously don't remember saying that.”

“You were drunk a lot around me,” Emily replied. “Ryan wants your ass.”

“That's fine by me, you can have my ass all night if you want,” Ilyse said, grinning ferociously and winking at Ryan.

He smiled dumbly at her and watched as Emily pushed Ilyse's legs open. She settled her thick thighs, broad hips, and big ass in between those long, slim legs and gripped the large, black fake cock she was currently sporting.

“Ready for it?” she asked.

“Will everyone stop asking me that?!” Ilyse cried.

Emily answered by slipping the false cock inside of her. Ilyse moaned explosively and pressed her hips up against Emily, into her thrust.

“Oh, Emily!” Ilyse cried as the other Amazonian woman really began to pound her. He could hear them both breathing heavily, could hear the slapping sound of their skin meeting, could hear his own heavy breathing. “Oh, I missed you!” Ilyse yelled.

“I missed you too, sweetie,” Emily replied, and kissed her deeply.

He watched both women continued to fuck, Emily driving the fake dick into her best friend over and over again. Ilyse suddenly orgasmed after about two minutes of this. She gave a high-pitched yell and began twitching, twisting, her hips thrusting madly. Emily eased up as this happened, letting Ilyse enjoy the wave of her orgasm.

She looked over at Ryan. “I think now might be the time to join,” she said.

“Gladly,” Ryan replied.

Emily pointed again to the nightstand, and he rolled over and saw a bottle of lube he hadn't noticed before. Still hard as steel, Ryan reached over, grabbed it, and lubed himself up. By the time he was finished, Emily had pulled out and gotten to the right of Ilyse, who was still lying there, catching her breath.

“You really like your orgasms, huh?” Ryan asked as he got closer to her.

Ilyse snorted. “You don't? Who doesn't, anyway? But yeah, they are very powerful,” she replied. “God, I might sign back on with you girls for this kid alone,” Ilyse said, reaching over and rubbing the side of his face. “You eat pussy like a fucking machine.”

Ryan smiled awkwardly. “Thanks.”

“Let me say you're welcome by giving you access to my ass. You'll be happy to know it hasn't been fucked in quite some time, so you should enjoy yourself. I know I will.”

Ilyse lay on her side then and brought her right knee up, propping her leg up in that position, granting access to both Emily and Ryan. He got in close, pressing himself up against her smooth, tight ass. It didn't take too long to get it inside of her tight hole. Ryan groaned at the feel of it, the way it seemed to grip his cock. Ilyse was moaning now. He felt something shift inside of her and realized that Emily had reinserted the fake dick.

Ilyse let out a long, low cry of pleasure.

Both of them were fucking her now. Ryan began rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his slicked-up cock up her ass over and over again. Emily was doing the same thing, both dicks, real and fake, filling her up.

“Oh wow, oh man,” Ilyse babbled, moaning, gasping. “Oh god, both my holes,” she moaned. “So...good, so good! Oh, Emily, Ryan!” she cried.

Ryan reached up, just barely managing to get a grip on her breast. He groped it as he fucked her up the ass, then began playing with her nipple. Ilyse kept moaning, occasionally crying out as one of them hit a sensitive spot. Ryan could feel his cock throbbing, a low, immense pleasure beginning to well within him, threatening to overload him and maybe blow out his brain or something. He tried to hold on, but it was like trying to fight a hurricane.

The fact that he was having anal sex with a seven foot tall warrior woman who was probably twice his age filled his head like an aphrodisiac. Not only that, but he was in threesome with another one, who was fucking the first with a goddamned strap-on.

It was too much.

“Girls, I'm gonna...fuck, I'm gonna...”

“It's okay,” Ilyse said. “You can finish in my ass if you want.”

Almost the second she gave her consent, it was like something flipped a switch in his head. Or really in his dick. He immediately began letting off and filling up Ilyse's tight ass. He seized up, his body going rigid, his dick throbbing and pulsing violently as he orgasmed up Ilyse's ass. He continued letting off for what felt like ages. When he finally finished, he carefully extracted his cock from her ass and rolled over onto his back, panting, his sweat-slicked chest heaving. He noticed that Emily had pulled out and was taking off the strap-on.

“Here,” she said, pushing Ilyse onto her back and helping her get the strap-on up around her hips. “Lay there and be a fake dick for me,” she said. “I want to get off, too.”

“O-okay,” Ilyse replied. She let out a deep, shuddering breath and looked over at Ryan. “You really gave my ass a pounding,” she said.

Ryan laughed and nodded weakly. “Thank you for letting me,” he replied.

Emily finally got the strap-on on right, then got on top of Ilyse and lowered herself down the length of it, taking all the rubber inches into her tight pussy. She cried out and began riding it, her huge breasts and giant ass heaving. She kept going, thrusting furiously with her hips, fucking the fake dick until, a few moments later, she cried out and froze up, the orgasm tearing through her body, a thick spray of female wetness washing over her inner thighs and across Ilyse's own legs. When she'd finished, Emily got off of it and collapsed next to her friend.

“And that is how you have a fantastic threesome,” she declared.

“On that note, I think I could really use a shower,” Ilyse said.

“Me too,” Ryan added.

“All right. Let's do it, then. The showers are huge here. Then we can head out into the city and really get his vacation started,” Emily replied.

CHAPTER 02

Ryan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, naked, feeling smooth and clean. Both of the women were still drying off in the bathroom. Ryan imagined that it would take longer when you had that much skin. He stared out at the beach. It really did have white sand that seemed to glow in the rising sun. The water was crystal clear and tinted blue. Some people were surfing, others were sunbathing, and some were walking along the shoreline. Ryan wasn't sure how to feel about what he was seeing.

It was beautiful, that much was obvious.

But Ryan had never been to a beach before. He'd seen them in movies and on shows, knew they were supposed to be where all the rich people went for vacationing. But he wasn't sure he wanted to sunbathe or swim or surf or even walk along the shoreline. Well, maybe if it was very late or very early and he was by himself or with one of the ladies. Ryan supposed that he was grappling with the problem of: What was he supposed do in a place like this? But he guessed it was obvious. He would do whatever the women wanted.

Behind him, the bathroom door opened. Both Amazonian women stepped out, looking spectacularly sexy in jogging shorts and sports bras, their hair in short ponytails. Ryan left the window and moved closer.

“So, what's on the menu?” he asked.

“There's this gym a few blocks away that me and the other Amazonian girls all used to go and screw with all the big, tough guys. You know, the old 'are you really going to let a woman bench-press more than you?' thing? It's adorable. I imagine this is a thing you won't want to join us for. You should go see one of your girlfriends,” Emily replied.

“My girlfriends? Aren't you all technically that?” Ryan asked. He began gathering up his clothes from where he'd tossed them and started dressing.

Emily shook her head. “No. We're all your fuck buddies. Colleen and Syl are your girlfriends. You've got both of those girls wrapped around your little finger.”

“What? No, I don't,” Ryan replied, pulling on his shirt.

“Oh, come on. Even I could see that Colleen has a huge thing for you,” Ilyse said.

“And Syl has a thing for both of them,” Emily added.

“You think that might fuck things up?” Ryan asked after a little while, thinking about the situation, finishing dressing by pulling his shoes on.

“Probably not,” Emily said. “Syl can handle it. Colleen...” She shrugged. “I dunno. Colleen had it tough, growing up, and that shit sticks with you. She's come a long way since then, but you're the first human boy that's ever treated her right. I can only really see two things happening. The first is that she attaches to you, squeezes too hard, and someone gets broken. The other thing is that you and her get serious and she can handle passing you around like a party favor.”

“Huh,” Ryan replied.

“Yeah. Well, go see her, or not. Either way, have fun, that's why we're here,” Emily said.

He followed them out of their room, into the hallway, and stood there for a moment, suddenly wondering which room was Colleen's. He was still standing there trying to figure it out when the elevator door opened. Emily and Ilyse stepped on as Love stepped off. She looked around for a second, then spotted Ryan and immediately began walking over to him.

“Hey, are you doing anything?” she asked.

“Well, I was looking for Colleen but...” he trailed off.

“Oh, she always takes a while to get settled in on vacation. If you don't object to it, I have use for you,” Love replied, coming over to him and taking his hand.

“...what kind of use?” he asked, feeling a smile take up residence on his face.

Love smirked. “Not that kind of use. Although...no, I really shouldn't...” She bit her lower lip and then looked around quickly. Her gaze seemed to catch on something and suddenly she was off, walking hurriedly, tugging him along after her.

“So you want to?” he asked.

She sighed, exasperated. “Yes. I'm horny. I want it really bad,” she replied.

Love stopped in front of one of the doors and did something to the locking mechanism. It slid open to reveal not a room, but a supply closet. Ryan hesitated in the doorway as Love stepped inside. He glanced back over his shoulder nervously.

“Come on,” she said. “We have to be somewhere.”

“You know we can go in like any one of these rooms where, not only are there beds, but we're actually allowed to go, right?” he asked.

Love rolled her eyes. “Duh. Then it wouldn't be as hot. Come on, we're not supposed to fuck in here. Way hotter. We might get caught. Now get in here. Unless...” She bit her lip again, and he saw that she had become naked again, her breasts and hips fuller, her nipples and vagina clearly visible. “Unless you aren't interested,” she said, running a finger down in between her breasts, down her belly, to her vagina, where she touched herself and gasped softly.

“Uh...o-okay,” Ryan replied, stepping in and closing the door behind him. “I'm in.”

Love smirked. “Thought so.”

She suddenly grabbed him and kissed him, pressing her full, wet, honey-tasting lips against his, slipping in her perfect tongue. She moaned softly as he wrapped his arms around her and, first hugging her, then slid them down to cup the perfect swell of her ass. She pressed against him harder, twining her tongue with his. She tasted of sugar and sweetness and he was lost in her taste. He let go of her ass with one of his hands and brought it up and around, between them, groping the perfect fullness of her breast, feeling her nipple press into the palm of his hand.

“Here,” she whispered, breaking away and dropping to her knees in one smooth, mechanical motion. “Let me get you started.”

She dug him out of his pants, getting his button open and zipper undone in record time. He was already hard when she freed him from his boxers. Before he could say anything, she slipped his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head expertly. Ryan gasped and then moaned as he placed his hand over the back of her head, running his fingers through her smooth silver hair. He could hear Love moaning too, knew that she was getting pleasure out of this as well. She went on with this for about another thirty seconds before stopping.

“Okay,” she said, a little breathless, which Ryan found odd considering she didn't have lungs. He supposed it was programmed in. She stood. “Let's get this started. Like I said, we do have somewhere we need to be, someone we need to meet, and we're working on something of a timeline.” She hopped up on a clear space on a table built into the wall that was just the right height for fucking. “Oh,” she said, and he paused as he got into position in between her legs, “when you're about to blow off, pull out. I want to take your load in my mouth.”

“Okay,” he replied.

He slid into her tight, slick opening and felt her artificial muscles grip him, tightening around the length of rigid cartilage that was his cock. She let out a low moan of pleasure as he put all of his inches inside of her and he mimicked the sound, feeling her fake pussy tighten up around him even more. It was wet and hot and flawless, skillfully calibrated for maximum pleasure. He supposed that was a good thing, since they didn't have much time.

Ryan wrapped his arms around her and she wrapped her legs firmly around his torso. He began making out with her, holding her tight to him, fucking her as fast and as hard as he could. His pulse was racing, he couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if someone opened the door, walked in on them.

Love had been right, it was hot, and it made this whole thing better.

He kept fucking her, faster and harder, lost himself inside of her, the feel of her pressed up against him, the hot, frantic nature of their lovemaking. Before he knew it, he was ready to go. He barely managed to pull himself out. Love didn't miss a beat. She instantly slid off the table and dropped down onto her knees. She had his cock inside of her mouth and was simultaneously jacking and sucking him off.

He didn't last much longer.

Before he knew it, Ryan was orgasming directly into Love's mouth. The sound of her own desperate, pleasured moans seemed distant or somehow vague. He was leaning forward, steadying himself by placing his hands on the table, moaning as Love kept working his cock, sucking out every last drop. He looked down, watching her work, in love with the sight of his dick in her artificial mouth, her silvery lips, her metallic fingers clenched into a fist around his length, her hand and head going back and forth in perfect synchronization. She kept going a little bit after he was done, making sure she'd gotten it all, then gently took it out of her mouth.

She grinned up at him. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked.

“Yeah...ugh, fuck, yeah...” he managed, his legs shaky.

He took a step back so that she could stand up. She did, smiling at him. “Good. So am I. Less horny. I can just turn it off, but it feels so much better when I can actually get it satisfied organically. Thanks for getting off.”

“Thanks for getting me off,” Ryan replied.

“Welcome. Now, come on, you've got someone to meet,” Love said, taking his hand again and leading him out of the closet.

There was no one in the corridor when he stepped out. He was still fixing his pants and he realized how that would have looked to anyone else. The thought made him laugh. He was practically living a porn.

“So what is this thing we have to do?” he asked as they walked to the elevator.

“There's someone I want to introduce you to. She's an old friend, someone I teamed up with more than a few times during my time away from the Hellcats. She's...shall we say, similarly minded? Let's just say that she's not human and she takes a certain pleasure in sleeping with guys not from her species,” Love explained.

“Huh. There seems to be a lot of those,” Ryan replied.

The elevator doors opened. There was no one inside. They stepped in and Love hit the button for the ground floor.

She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so. It's so weird. Your race touts sexual equality and tolerance, but apparently it's this huge deal if a xenian and a human want to fuck. I've never quite understood it myself. The closest I've ever gotten to a logical conclusion is that it must be some leftover from evolution.”

“Evolution?” Ryan replied, confused but also very interested.

“Yes. Back in the caveman days, you either learned not to trust things that were different or, typically, you died. Those who did die obviously didn't get a chance to pass on their genes. Thus, humans are mistrustful of things that are different. Your race has overcome several of these discriminations...for the most part. At the very least, it is now no longer socially acceptable to be openly racist, sexist, or homophobic. But the urges are still there, on some level. So perhaps they get transferred to aliens, who are extremely 'other', and while it's not quite socially acceptable, it's close enough for comfort. They can't not hire aliens, but they can look down on those who choose to be very intimate with them.”

“Well...fuck those people,” Ryan said after a moment's contemplation. “Racism is racism, regardless of whether it’s your own race or another. Everyone just needs to get over themselves. If you don't feel like having sex with a cyvit or a dysil, then don't. But don't try to make other people feel like shit just because they want to.”

“I have to say I agree with you,” Love said. “I'm glad you've joined the group. I can already tell you've made everyone happier.”

“You think?” Ryan asked.

The elevator came to a halt, the doors opened and they stepped outside. The pair began to make their way across the lobby, towards the front doors.

“Oh yes, definitely.”

“I don't really have much to judge against, since I've only known them for about a week or so now. It feels weird though. I mean, they're all successful, smart, strong, attractive. A little sex on the side can't be that much of a happiness booster. I mean, especially not from me.”

Love laughed. “Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying they were all pathetically depressed and your dick was the miracle cure that validated their existence. No, they were okay without you. Sex isn't everything, but it is important, despite what people might say or pretend....I guess, what I'm trying to say is, it's one thing to know that you're sexy, it's another thing for someone else to know it. Being sexy isn't like being successful in some other field. If you're good at your job or a particular skill, you can do it by yourself. It's a solitary pleasure, and you see and reap the rewards. But being sexy requires another person. Being attractive can't be done alone, not really. Emily or Syl or Angel can sit there and think they're sexy from dusk until daybreak, and they'd be right, but after a while, if there's no one around to agree with them, to actually have sex with them or show them affection or attention, well...they begin to doubt themselves.

“They ask the obvious question, 'Well, if I'm attractive, then why isn't anyone attracted to me?' And that hurts. It's just natural. You give them that positive interaction. You let them know that yes, they are, in fact, very sexy.”

“I guess that makes sense, but...you make it sound like I'm really rare. I mean, okay, I get that a guy who's into fucking alien women is rare but, they can't be that rare, right?” Ryan replied.

“There's a bit more to it than that,” Love said. “Sure, there are plenty of guys who would fuck Emily or Angel or Colleen, but because it was a fetish. Because they're really into tall girls or cyvits or dysil.”

“But I am into those things.”

“Yeah, but that's not the only reason you fuck them. And don't use 'getting paid' as a reason, ‘cause you'd do this for free. No, when you have sex with Colleen, it's not just because you have some fetish for cyvits. You actually like Colleen. You actually like Emily. You treat them like individuals. You're sweet and caring and careful of their needs, too. You hang out with them and cuddle with them afterward. You don't just make them feel sexy, you make them feel loved. And that goes a very long way towards making someone feel better on a day-to-day basis.”

“Huh...I guess that makes a lot of sense,” Ryan said.

“And that's why I like you so much! Well, that and the fact that you really enjoy sex. Which makes me really enjoy it. You are probably one of the best sexual partners I've ever had,” Love replied as they walked down a sidewalk, strolling through the sunshine.

“Oh yeah? Who outdid me?” he asked, smirking.

“Hmm...well, the only one that comes to mind is this cyvit named Lindsay. She was this skinny little blue-furred orgasm machine with huge tits and a very nice, tight butt. Like, seriously, she had the best orgasms and the cutest smile you've ever seen. God, when I was eating her pussy...” Love shivered at the memory. “Let's just say that when we split up, it was very difficult.”

“Why did you split up?”

“Business. She had a big, important job that was going to take up the next six months of her life and I couldn't come. I had business elsewhere. We just...drifted apart. Maybe when I leave here I'll look her up. Or maybe I'll ask her to come to me. If I could get both of you together in a threesome...that might actually overload my pleasure circuits.”

“Not a bad way to go,” Ryan said.

Love laughed. “You're just saying that cause you want to get me in a threesome with an easy-to-please, big-breasted cyvit.”

“You say that like it's a bad thing,” Ryan replied.

Love laughed again and they kept walking. Ryan looked around as he did. The White Sand Islands really were insanely beautiful. Everywhere he looked seemed to be a picture perfect paradise. Open-faced cafés and diners, clean, glittering structures, beaches and palm trees. He was glad he had come here.

“Ah, there she is,” Love said.

Ryan refocused. They had stopped outside of one of the outdoor cafés. Someone was waving at them. A quine. He found himself briefly taken aback by how beautiful she was. The quine were an aquatic race. While they preferred to live in their underwater cities, they had the ability to live their entire lives out of the water now, with the aid of sub-dermal implants, should they so choose. The majority of them still lived in underwater colonies, but a decent number of them had taken to living on land. Ryan had always thought the quine were very beautiful, very elegant. They had long limbs and gray-silver skin that always seemed to shimmer. They also had gills just above each collarbone and large, luminous eyes.

Love led Ryan to the table and they both sat down.

“See, I told you he was real,” Love said.

“So you did. Hello,” she said, smiling beautifully at him, “my name is Elena. I'm a friend of Love's. She's told me all about you.”

“I'm Ryan...she hasn't really told me anything about you,” Ryan replied, feeling all at once awkward and tongue-tied in the presence of such a beautiful woman.

Elena smiled wider. “Well, what can I say? I'm a quine, I'm a mercenary, I'm a sniper. I'm currently between jobs, on vacation, and I tend to go through men like bottles of cheap wine. I've been looking for a sweet human boy to sleep with. Love here was telling me about your...deal, with the Hellcats, and how...skillful you were at the talent of making love to alien women. Would you be interesting in spending a few hours with me?”

“Uh...yeah, definitely. Love, if any of the others ask, you'll let them know?” Ryan replied.

“Oh yeah, I'll let them know.” Love stood and looked at Elena. “Take care of him. I expect him back in one piece,” she said.

“Don't worry, I promise not to break your boytoy.”

Love left them alone at the café. For a long moment, neither spoke. They seemed to be sizing each other up. Ryan found it difficult to keep his focus on her face. She had an excellent body. She was wearing a thin blue t-shirt and very short white shorts that showed off her thick, athletic gray thighs. She seemed trim and well-muscled, like a dancer. She didn't have hair and her bald head gleamed in the sunlight, but that didn't bother Ryan.

“How about we head back to my hotel room?” she asked, standing.

“Okay, that sounds good,” Ryan replied, standing as well.

They left the café and started walking along the sidewalk again.

“So, how'd you get mixed up in all this? Love wasn't too sure herself,” Elena asked as they walked along the sunny streets.

“Kind of randomly. I found a posting for this job on the Net. I was getting tired of my boring life and I wanted something new. I actually had no idea so much insanely awesome sex would be involved,” Ryan explained.

Elena laughed. “Sounds like you struck gold...so, are you really interested in me?” she asked. “I mean, I guess I didn't mean for it to come out quite like that. It's just...I haven't had much trouble getting like dysil and cyvit guys to fuck me. Xenians are a bit more difficult, but humans...oh wow. I've gotten laid by one, count 'em, one human. And he was so weird about the whole thing. Had a tough time keeping it up and he couldn't finish. I don't know what it was. I mean, I don't look that freaky by human standards, do I?”

“No. At least, I don't think so. I think you're beautiful. And I'm not just saying that. I really think you're very attractive.”

Elena laughed and took his hand in hers. It felt slightly moist and she had webbing between her fingers. Ryan expected it to bother him on some level, expected himself to be slightly disgusted by the contact, but the disgust didn't come.

It felt nice to hold her hand.

“You're very sweet,” she said. “Love was right about you. You're quite a find. So you're really into quine?”

“Yeah. I've always had a thing for alien women. And quine...I don't know, there's something so beautiful about your race. Something almost...otherworldly. Ethereal. Maybe it's because you're naturally from an underwater environment,” Ryan explained.

Elena smiled. “Well, I'm glad. I have to admit, I'm kind of excited...really excited, actually. Like I said, I've fucked a lot of guys, so the thrill of it all has kind of dulled over the years. But this is a fairly unique situation. I'm hoping you can kind of rejuvenate me.”

“Well...I'll do my best,” Ryan replied.

They walked on, towards her hotel.

…

The hotel that Elena was staying at wasn't quite as glamorous as the one he and the ladies were renting out the top floor of, but it was still nice. Everything seemed to be made of some soft blue material and they walked together in silence through the hushed azure corridors. Her room was on the first floor. She unlocked her door and stepped inside. Ryan followed and he closed the door behind him, looking around her room.

It was smaller than the others, but still elaborate and expensive. He spied a huge, king-size bed, a giant-screen TV, a kitchenette with a mini-bar. Elena took off her shirt and tossed it aside, freeing her beautiful gray breasts that bounced nicely when released from the shirt. She placed her hands on her hips and stared at Ryan, smirking.

“So, how do you feel about doing it in a hot tub?” she asked.

“I think that would be fantastic. I've never done it before,” Ryan replied, taking off his shirt and tossing it onto the bed.

“Excellent. Come on. Doing it in a hot tub is my favorite way.”

She turned around and his eyes were drawn down to her curvy ass, outlined perfectly in her tight shorts. She was in very good shape. He grinned stupidly, following her across the room and into the bathroom at the back, kicking off his shoes in the process. As he stepped into the bathroom, he stopped, surprised by the sheer size of it. Everything was cast in glittering white tile that looked very clean and almost high-tech. Two sinks, two toilets, a shower stall, but, most importantly, a hot tub. It took up most of the area.

“Wow,” he said.

Elena took off her shorts, bending over as she did so, and Ryan became even more distracted. Again, he was struck by how good of shape she was in. It almost looked like she had been sculpted. He wondered how she felt inside and quickly took off his pants, boxers, and socks as she slipped nimbly into the water. As soon as he was naked, he walked up to the edge, looking down. The water was clear, he could see everything. She sat in the tub with her legs open, smiling up at him, leaning back, her arms spread out behind her.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked.

“Yeah...definitely,” he replied.

He carefully lowered himself into the tub, slowly, inch by inch, as it was hotter than he expected. Once he was actually sitting down, Elena motioned for him to come closer. He slid across the hot tub, closer to her, and then sat next to her. Their skin rubbed together. She felt soft and slick and hot. He placed a hand on her thigh.

“We'll take this slow,” she said quietly. “We've got time.”

She leaned in and kissed him, softly, gently at first. Her lips worked and he placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling her slightly closer, deepening the kiss. She slipped her tongue in after a long minute of using her lips. Her tongue was very soft and almost silken. She tasted like something he couldn't quite place, but the taste was good. He ran his hands over her body, her breasts, her thighs, her hips, her ass, groping, probing, squeezing.

Elena reached down and gripped his cock. He groaned softly and he felt her smile into the kiss. She began to rub the pad of her thumb across the head of his cock. “You like that?” she whispered, pulling back briefly.

“Yeah,” he replied, nodding gently. “A lot.”

“Good boy,” she murmured.

She began to stroke his cock, gripping it, and pumping her fist up and down. She kept kissing him, more passionately now and he started groping her breast again. It fit nicely into his hand. He groped and squeezed it gently, then let go and began rubbing his fingertip across her dark gray nipple. Elena gasped and moaned quietly. She was pumping her fist faster now, the movements fluid and nimble.

Ryan felt the need to return the favor. He stopped playing with her nipple and reached down, in between her legs, which were still spread open. He traced the folds of her vagina, slipped a finger in between the lips, spread them and probed for her clit. He didn't know if she'd actually have one, he hadn't been able to do as much research on quine physiology, but there it was, a little bit smaller than the others. Elena reacted just the same, though, when he began to massage it with his fingertip. She groaned loudly, deep in her throat, and broke the kiss. She gasped as he pressed harder and faster, in tight little circles.

“Oh yes, right there...” she moaned.

“You like that?” he asked, grinning, then he slipped a finger inside of her, pressing up, hard, into her sensitive spot.

“Oh fuck!” she cried. “Yes! I love that!”

He kept going, lowering his head and kissing her breast. She gasped again and pressed her hips against his probing finger. Pulling his finger back out and returning his attention to her clit, Ryan began sucking on her nipple.

“Oh fuck, Ryan, you are good at that,” she whispered.

Ryan worked her clit faster, harder, then broke off and slipped two fingers inside of her, pulling them in and out rapidly, fucking her with his fingers. Elena cried out, louder, her beautiful voice echoing in the bathroom, the water sloshing around as she pressed up against his hand, working her hips and thighs.

“My clit, my clit again!” she babbled. “Please!”

He stopped finger fucking her and found her clit again. Quickly, moving his fingertip in fast, little circles, he began stimulating it again. It didn't take long. One second, she was panting, moaning, squirming against his hand, the water sloshing around. Then, the next, she was screaming, and Ryan hoped the walls were soundproofed, because she was being really loud. She went from squirming to thrashing, bucking wildly as her orgasm tore through her. He pulled his hand away, letting her enjoy her ecstasy.

Slowly, the thrashing tapered off, becoming squirming again, then, finally, she let out a long breath and laid back against the side of the hot tub.

“Ohhhhh, boy,” she whispered, then shivered slightly and laughed. “I don't know if it's you and you're just really good or...maybe the fact that I finally got a cute human boy naked in a hot tub with me but...ugh, man that was good!”

“Well, thank you. I'm glad I could help you get off,” Ryan replied.

Elena smiled, leaned over, and kissed him. “And now,” she said, her voice seductive and sultry, “it's your turn.” Her smile widened as she moved in front of him. “You know those stories about the girls that are talented because they can hold their breath underwater and give good blowjobs?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I can breathe underwater. I don't have to hold my breath.”

And with that, she sank beneath the water, which was still clear enough for him to watch her. She smiled up at him once, then gripped his dick and put it in her mouth. Ryan groaned as he felt the wet warmth cover his dick. She took it all the way in and he could feel it poke against the back of her throat. She began bobbing her head. Ryan let out his breath in a short huff as the pleasure hit him like a drug. She was using her tongue, slipping it repeatedly over the head of his dick. He moaned and placed his hand on the back of her smooth, soft head. She didn't seem to mind. She started going faster, using one of her hands to jack him off, too.

“Oh...shit, Elena, you gotta stop or I'm going to come in your mouth,” he gasped suddenly, hoping that she could hear him.

She stopped, took him out of her mouth and surfaced.

“I'm sorry. I'd let you do it in my mouth but...I don't want to wait for the sex,” Elena said.

“That's fine...just give me a minute or I'll blow off the second I put it in you,” Ryan replied.

She nodded, getting on top of him, straddling him with a knee on either side of him. She looked down at him and kissed him.

“Enjoying yourself so far?” she asked.

“Yeah, definitely,” he replied. “I'm so very glad Love hooked us up.”

Elena lowered her hips slightly and Ryan felt the tip of his cock come in contact with the soft, wet flesh of her vagina. She began rocking it back and forth, teasing him.

“You ready?” she asked.

“At this point I'm too fucking horny to say no,” he said between breaths.

Elena laughed and stopped toying with him. She positioned herself and lowered her vagina over his dick, taking it into her. Ryan cried out as she began riding him. He reached behind her and grabbed her ass, feeling the hot raw pleasure of her alien pussy as she slid up and down his rigid inches. She was crying out, hugging his head to her gray breasts, burying his face in them. He groaned into her chest, squeezing her ass, then her hips, then her ass again. She suddenly switched from an up-and-down motion to a back-and-forth motion, pleasuring herself, moaning loudly, her voice amplified by the tiled walls.

She pulled back and he found himself staring at her large, bouncing breasts, slick with water. She looked down at him, her large, black eyes lost in lust. She suddenly leaned in and kissed him deeply, her tongue probing desperately, twining with his, the taste of her filling his mouth. He kissed her back, passionately, lost inside of her. An idea, more of an urge, suddenly took him, and he grabbed her firmly and stood up.

“Oh!” she said, startled. “What are you doing?” she gasped.

“My turn to do the fucking,” he replied, moving her over to a deeper part of the tub where he could stand fully.

He placed her back against the padded wall and started thrusting wildly into her, fucking her hard, then harder, feeling her wet, tight hole accept his length over and over again. She kissed him again, moaning into his mouth, and wrapped her legs around him.

“Come in me,” she whispered, suddenly staring him in the eyes, her hands on his shoulders. “Fill me up. I want to feel your orgasm.”

Then she was kissing him again.

That was all it took. Ryan moaned, becoming rigid, as his dick began shooting off, filling her alien vagina with his seed. He came deep inside of her, feeling his cock spasming violently, his hips thrusting in time with his cock, forcing it deeper and harder within her. She cried out, all four of her long, gray limbs wrapped tightly around him now, holding him in place. He rested his chin on her shoulder, finishing off his orgasm. As the spasming tapered off, he relaxed, heaving a huge sigh as she let him go and he pulled out of her.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” he managed, hauling himself up out of the tub and laying down on the cool white-tiled floor. “Too hot in there,” he managed. “Gonna pass out.”

“Understandable,” Elena said, staying in the hot tub. She came over to the side, next to him, and rested her chin on her forearms, staring at him, smiling.

“How about you? How are you doing?” he asked, grinning back.

“Oh, I'm great,” she said. “I haven't felt this relaxed in a long while. You've made my vacation...really a vacation.” She let out a content sigh and then lithely pulled herself up and out of the tub. She tossed Ryan a towel and grabbed one for herself. He picked himself up off the floor and dried off. Once they were finished, Elena took his hand and led him out of the bathroom. They flopped down onto the bed and Elena curled up against him. He liked the smooth feel of her against him. Her frame was nice, thin, she was about three inches taller than him.

“So...I'm curious. Why are you so cool with fucking alien women? A real answer, not a platitude or something vague,” Elena said suddenly.

Ryan laughed. “It's not like I'm hiding my real reasons or anything,” he said. “I just...” he shrugged uncertainly. “I don't know. I mean...I've heard people describe their turn-ons as like, switches. They're either flipped or they're not. If someone's gay, that means the gay switch was flipped on. If someone is into mature women, the mature woman switch was flipped. I guess, for me, my 'hot alien babe' switch got flipped.”

“When did you first notice it?”

“When I was...fourteen, I guess. I had been thinking about girls for a few years by then. But I had grown up next to a dark-furred cyvit girl when I was younger. She was older. She was only there for a year and I never talked to her, but it left an impression. By the time I got into high school, I was looking at porn. I looked at all the regular stuff. Human stuff, you know? But one day, I came across this picture of a naked cyvit and it was like...I don't really know what it was like. Maybe like everything was out of focus for years and suddenly there was clarity. Or being totally colorblind and then, suddenly, I could see all the colors.

“Over the next few years I saw my attraction to my own race and my attraction to other races balancing out. Then I got a girlfriend. A human girlfriend. We were kind of serious for a while, but it...didn't work out. I lived in a colony that, to my knowledge, was exclusively human. After the breakup, I became attracted almost entirely to alien women. I just never got the chance to, you know, do anything about it.”

“So you'd move in with a quine or a cyvit?” Elena asked. “You could see yourself having a monogamous relationship with one?”

“Yeah, definitely. I mean, we're not all that different.”

“That's true, to a degree. I guess it just seems like most of the people I've met would rather not put up with the extra stuff.”

“Extra stuff?”

“Well...for example, xenians don't sleep nearly as much as the rest of us. And most of the different races have food allergies to stuff that's common to humans. Quine whisper in our sleep. You know, little stuff like that that kinds of adds up when you're actually living with a person,” Elena explained.

“The way I figure it, you're going to have to put up with annoying shit regardless of who you're living with. That's life.”

“Fair point. Very logical. I guess it seems strange because life has gotten so easy for everyone that convenience is assumed. People don't want to put up with annoyances anymore. That makes for great casual sex but for anything more than a few weeks of fun hook ups...” she shrugged.

“That makes sense. Maybe I'm just not as annoyed by things.”

“Then you won't be annoyed when I ask for round two...and for you to eat me pussy?” Elena asked.

“Not at all. So long as you don't mind some more kissing. You taste nice.”

Elena smiled and responded with her body. She rolled over so that she lay on her stomach, partially atop him, her breasts pressing against his chest, and kissed him. He began running his hands across her body and slowly pushed her over onto her back. Before long, he broke their makeout session and moved down the length of her body, eventually laying down on his stomach, his head in between her long, smooth, gray legs.

Her vagina didn't look much different than the other girls'. It was, perhaps, a bit more narrow, longer, the lips more taut. When he pulled the lips open, he found her clit to be smaller, flatter, and grayer than the rest. He began probing it with the tip of his tongue and Elena moaned and shivered in immediate response to his stimulation.

“Oh wow, right there,” she whispered, “that's the spot. Keep going.”

Ryan kept going.

He continued stimulating her quine clit with his tongue, tasting her odd, but not unpleasant, alien taste. She was very wet and he could feel heat radiating off of her nether regions. She moaned loudly, not bothering to try and keep quiet at all. Ryan didn't blame her for that. What was the point of a vacation if you couldn't have noisy sex? He began using the entirety of his tongue and his lower lip as he ate her out, and slipped a finger in her at the same time. She gasped and continued voicing her pleasure, twining and twisting about.

It wasn't long before he felt the muscles inside her convulse and a wave of hot juices sprayed his hand, wrist, and jaw. Elena shouted incoherently as she came and he pulled back, watching the juices pump out of her, her hips thrusting wildly.

“Fuck me,” she gasped, “I'm so fucking horny, fuck me now,” she demanded, staring down at him.

“My pleasure,” Ryan replied.

He was already rock hard and ready to go. He got in between her legs, wiping his mouth and jaw off on the back of his hand. Propping himself up one-handedly, he reached down with the other, gripped his dick, and guided it into her slick, tight, hot opening. Even though he had just had sex with her not all that long ago, she still felt new and perfect and amazing. He loved being able to disappeared inside of her, lose himself in her incredibly tight wetness. She heaved against him as he began driving into her, voicing her own desire and ecstasy.

“Yes, yes,” she moaned. “Oh fuck...” she cried.

He decided to up the ante, try to pleasure her more. There was nothing quite as satisfying as pleasuring a woman. Especially a woman who was older than him, (he wasn't sure how to judge a quine's age, but her demeanor and casual attitude made him think she had at least a decade on him), and especially a woman who was a genuine badass that could, if she really wanted to, kill him with her bare hands.

He got up on his knees, positioned himself so that he could keep fucking her, and then reached down in between them, found her clit, and began to rub it in quick, hard circles with his thumb. Elena let out a startled shriek of pleasure, her head snapping up, looking down at him. He could feel her getting even wetter, even hotter.

“Oh yes!” she cried. “Oh Ryan, fuck yes!” she screamed.

He felt her muscles working, contracting, clenching. Felt her getting hotter and wetter with every second that passed. Elena stopped speaking coherently, stopped trying to speak as she orgasmed for a third time that day, spraying his belly, thighs, and hips.

“When you're going to come, pull out,” she said.

“Okay,” he replied, not questioning her, eager to make her happier.

It didn't take much longer for him to blow off. He was still in his upright position, so he simply pulled his cock out. As soon as he did, she reached down, wrapped her hand around it, and began jerking him off, her fist pumping rapidly up and down his dick. Ryan groaned and stared shooting white, stringy spurts of his seed all over her flat, taut stomach. His dick jerked in her hand as she worked it, still going, intent on getting every last drop from him. Most of it pooled on her belly, but some found its way up onto her large gray breasts.

When he was finished, she let go and he flopped down onto the bed beside her, chest heaving, trying to catch his breath.

“Twice in half an hour,” she said, “the stories of horniness among young human boys aren't so fictional after all.”

“Well, what can I say? You're ridiculously attractive,” Ryan replied.

“I'm glad to hear it. Hmm...” She stretched and yawned. “I'm sleepy from all the sex, how about you?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied, realizing how drained he felt. “I am.”

“Well, how about you go wet me a warm washcloth and bring it here, so I can clean myself up, then we curl up and take a nap for a little bit? I like to nap with my lovers, if I can manage it. When you wake up, you can go back to your friends.”

“That sounds great,” Ryan replied.

He hopped up and did as she asked, wetting a washrag from the bathroom under a stream of hot water. He brought it back and she cleaned herself up, then tossed the rag aside. They moved to a side of the bed that hadn't been soaked in sex juices.

Elena lay on her side and Ryan curled up against her, throwing an arm over her. He began drifting off into a contented sleep.

CHAPTER 03

Ryan came awake slowly, sure that he kept drifting off back to sleep without really noticing. He was curled up against something warm and soft. No, not something, someone. He murmured and shifted. He was in a bed, in a room, and a gentle, murky light filtered in through some nearby windows. Before long, he became aware of a sound. It was repetitive and constant, but not annoying. In fact, it was quite soothing.

It was, he realized suddenly, rain.

It was raining.

He rolled over partially and saw rainfall beading and running on the floor-to-ceiling windows across the room. The sky was a dark, dull gray and the ocean thrashed about. How long had he been asleep? Ryan glanced at the clock on the bedside table and did a few quick calculations. Relief filled him when he realized it had only been about an hour and a half. As he settled back down, he realized that he was horny.

No, not just horny, but ravenous for sex. The thought of blowing his load wasn't on his mind and he knew simply jacking off wouldn't help. He specifically wanted the act of making love. He pressed against the woman lying beside him, Elena, and she stirred. He was as hard as steel, his dick poking in between her legs.

Not entirely coherent, still tired and intoxicated with lustful desire, he reached up and found her breast by touch alone. Groping it, he began dry-humping her, sliding his dick in between her thighs, which were pressed together.

He felt her shift.

“Here,” she whispered, raising one leg, reaching down and grabbing his dick. She adjusted it and he pushed forward again and cried out as he found himself in her tight, hot, wet opening. He groaned and pressed himself closer to her as he pushed his cock all the way in.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, deeper,” she whispered.

And then there were no more words. He began fucking her, building up speed and power, thrusting madly into her. She cried out, grinding her butt against him, trying to press down in sync with his thrusts, driving him deeper into her. Ryan gripped her breast more firmly, feeling her nipple pressed into his palm. He drove his other arm beneath her, between her torso and the mattress, and wrapped it around her stomach, holding her tight against him as he made love to her. She grabbed his arms, moaning his name.

Soon, he had the urge to roll her over onto her stomach, so he did, taking his arm out from beneath her and rolling her over with his body. She complied, as if expecting it. Ryan pushed himself up, staring down at her pressed together thighs, her perfect, gray, firm, round ass, his dick driving in between her legs, getting at her sweetest of spots. She moaned into the pillow, lying flat, letting him fuck her hard.

That didn't last as long as he thought it would. He couldn't stop staring at her ass and he knew he needed to change it up or he was going to blow off too soon. He got up onto his hands and knees, pulling her up with him, then straightening up onto just his knees. Elena was down on all fours now, presenting her perfect ass to him. Now, properly positioned, he began driving into her once more, grabbing her hips.

Elena began crying out, loudly, over and over again as he pounded her. He fought to keep himself upright, resisting the urge to hunch over her and let an orgasm come. He wanted this to last longer, wanted to enjoy this. He ran his hands across the smooth, gray, unbroken expanse of her taut ass. An idea came to him, one that he couldn't resist.

“Can I put it in your ass?” he asked.

“What? Yes, of course,” Elena replied. She sounded surprised, pleasantly so.

He eagerly extracted his cock from her and re-positioned it. Once he had it over her tight opening, he began pushing it in, gently, at first, sliding in and out, getting his cock in a little deeper each time. Soon, he was able to go all the way in. Elena seemed to be enjoying it as much as the regular sex. She pressed her ass against his hips. Her ass was tighter, a lot more pleasurable. He took a deep breath and let it out in a harsh puff as he kept fucking her. Elena was making highly pleasured sounds, really being noisy.

He wondered if there was something special about anal for quine. Suddenly, it didn't matter, he was on the verge of orgasm.

“Elena, I'm gonna-I'm gonna come,” he managed. “Do I have to pull out?”

“No,” she replied, the word coming out in an explosive breath. “No, it's okay. You can finish inside my ass.”

“Oh thank-”

He couldn’t finish the sentence. He started letting off. The orgasm crested through him, like a living thing, a raw pink starburst of pleasure that began in his cock and exploded out through him, rushing along his veins, his flesh, his very being. When he came back to reality, Ryan realized he was digging his fingernails into her ass.

“Sorry,” he murmured, taking his hands away and extracting his dick.

“No, it's fine. I like the feel of fingernails. Especially when the guy is clearly really enjoying himself,” Elena replied.

When he was out of her ass, Ryan laid down beside her. Elena sat up and stretched her long, gray limbs, then she stood and walked into the bathroom. She left the door open, and called out to him, “So you wanna do like a date thing with me?” she asked. He hesitated and she laughed. “I know, I know, we kind of did it backwards. Sex, then a date. If you don't want to, it's cool, but I figure I can snag you for a few hours longer. We can walk along the beach or grab some lunch or see the sights. There's a lot of cool places around here.”

“Yeah, I'd love to,” Ryan replied. “Let me check with the others.”

He laid back and closed his eyes, activating his Link and plugging into the private chat network that the Hellcats had established and given him access to a few days ago. He hadn't really had much need to check it out ever since he'd joined the squad, since he was usually on the ship and within easy walking distance of the women. Now he jacked in and looked around. Emily and Ilyse had posted a few pictures of guys struggling to lift some huge barbells, no doubt trying to outdo the Amazonians. Colleen and Syl were silent, but Angel was asking if anyone was up for a swim in the ocean. Not really something Ryan was up for.

He posted an update on the wall, trying to remember if it was his first actual message in the network or not, saying that he was still with Elena and would be for the next couple of hours. He killed the Link and opened his eyes. Elena was standing over him, smiling down at him. As he stared up at her, she laid down beside him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Well?” she asked.

“I think we're good,” he replied.

“Mmm...excellent. Well, come on, I think the rain is tapering off. Get up, get dressed, and let's go out on a date. It's been so long since I was taken out on a real date. Not just some guy trying to nail me and pretending to laugh at my jokes. Heh, I guess all it took was to lay the guy before the date,” Elena said.

“Not necessarily,” Ryan replied as they both stood up and started dressing. “In that case, the guy would have already gotten what he wanted and would make some excuse. Or, if he was a real jerk, just tell you to fuck off.”

Elena laughed loudly. “I guess so. I guess you're just...nice.”

“I do my best,” Ryan replied.

They finished dressing and left her room.

…

Outside, it was no longer raining, but the clouds lingered overhead. The whole island seemed to have a calming, ethereal feel, everything cast in soft gray colors. Ryan walked along the sidewalks with Elena's hand in his. He felt immensely at peace, living a dream he'd been dreaming for years now. On a date with a beautiful alien woman.

First, they found another open-faced diner that sat at the edge of the white sand beach that ringed the island. They served up burgers and tacos made out of some of the local oceanic wildlife. The two of them talked for over an hour, though Elena did most of the talking. She talked about some of her more unique contracts. About all the beautiful and hideous worlds she'd visited. When she'd talked for long enough, she seemed to realize that Ryan hadn't been saying much lately and decided to delve into his boring past.

He regaled her with tales of high school misery, of cautious experiments for his one year during college and the long, boring stretch of ennui his life had been over the past two years (not counting his last week aboard the Hellcat) while in a corporate wasteland.

“There's no way this can be interesting,” Ryan said as he finished telling the tale of someone who got fired for stealing office supplies.

“Surprisingly, it is,” Elena replied. They had long since finished their meals and now were sitting back in their seats.

“Why?”

“I don't know...maybe it's because I've spent so long doing absolutely insane shit that I forgot what the little stuff feels like. My life has always been kind of nuts. My parents were both astro-geologists and we were always going out to some new world, prospecting for minerals. I grew up on frozen tundras and asteroids and traveling around in spaceships. My parents weren't stupid. They knew how exposed we were, so they taught me how to defend myself. I got really good at shooting and unarmed combat, but I was godlike with a sniper rifle. That's why I ended up being a sniper-for-hire,” Elena explained.

“So your life was so interesting that boring now looks interesting to you?” Ryan replied.

“That's about the size of it. Come on, let's go see the sights.”

They'd already paid, so the pair gathered up their trash and threw it in the nearest chute. Then they walked back out onto the sidewalk and set off into the island.

…

It took him fifteen minutes altogether to get back to the hotel, ride the elevator up, find Emily and Ilyse's room, where he had left his stuff, and change into his bathing suit. He'd packed it originally when he'd moved onto the Hellcat, uncertain if he'd ever need it. Now he was glad. Finally, he was stepping back onto the elevator in nothing but his trunks, happy to be getting back with Syl. The elevator moved down to the ground floor and he stepped out, making his way through the hushed corridors of the hotel.

He found Syl sitting at the edge of a hot tub that was built into the floor, right next to the indoor pool. Glass walls surrounded them, showing a vast expanse of beautiful trees on two sides and the beach along the back. A few hotel guests swam and played in the pool, but Syl was alone at the hot tub. She was facing away from him, clad in nothing but a pink bikini that stood out against her milky white skin.

Little nodes of technology, flat and thin, ran up her spine, glistening in the weakening twilight sunshine coming in through the windowed walls. She was kicking gently at the water. Ryan walked up behind her and she turned, sensing him.

“Hi!” she said brightly, grinning up at him.

“Hey,” he replied, sitting down next to her.

She immediately rested her head against his shoulder. “I missed you,” she said. “I was wondering how long Elena was going to have you.”

“Do you know her?” Ryan replied.

“We've met a few times. She and Love are besties. Did you have fun with her? I imagine she partook of you, to put it nicely.”

Ryan chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, we...we had fun. But I'm glad to be back with you now,” he replied.

“Me too...now let's get in this hot tub!”

At that, she slipped away from him and into the tub. He joined her, moving a little slower, but found the temperature to be much closer to tolerable than the tub he'd made love to Elena in. It was very comfortable, actually. He and Syl both settled into the tub, sitting next to each other. She put her legs in his lap, beneath the water.

“So, this isn't uncomfortable for you?” he asked. “What with your natural body temperature being higher than mine?”

“No, not really. I like hot tubs and warm baths. I like being in water. It's so...relaxing. Soothing. A lot of people think we don't bathe, xenians, I mean, because of our tech. But it'd be stupid not to waterproof all of it,” Syl replied.

For a moment, they simply sat there and enjoyed each other's company, relaxing in the warmed waters of the tub. The other hotel guests seem to be content to leave them be. Without warning, Syl suddenly moved over and activated the jets. The previously clear water suddenly became cloudy and opaque as the jets shot bubbles and streams of warm water into the tub. Syl came back and settled herself atop him, straddling him, facing him.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hello,” she replied, leaning in and kissing him.

Without warning, she reached down and worked his cock out of his trunks. He was already becoming hard from the way she was rubbing herself against him, her bikini-clad breasts against his bare chest, her soft thighs against his. She kept kissing him, using her little tongue, working her hand up and down the rigid length of his cock.

She stopped kissing him, glanced around, then rested her head on his shoulder. She whispered into his ear, “Put it in me.”

“What?” he replied. Ryan glanced around nervously. There were still people splashing and laughing and playing in the larger pool, not fifteen feet away.

“Don't make me ask twice,” she said.

“You didn't ask the first time,” Ryan replied.

She let go of him, reached down in between them, pulled her bikini bottom aside, and lowered herself. Using her other hand to guide his cock, she forced him inside of her. He gripped her back and groaned quietly as he was pushed into her sweet, tight hole.

“Now,” she whispered sweetly in his ear, “I can't very well start bouncing. It'll look too suspicious to the others in the pool. And this whirlpool function won't last forever. So you'd better figure something out if you want to blow your load.”

She laughed and chewed gently on his ear.

Ryan stood up, slipping his hands down to her ass, working his fingers into her bikini, so he could grip her ass bare.

“That's a good boy,” she whispered, then bit her lip and moaned very softly as he pushed himself further into her.

Now she had her legs wrapped around him. He began sliding in and out of her very slowly, staring deeply into her glowing white eyes, resting his forehead against hers.

“This is insane,” he murmured.

“I know,” she replied, grinning happily. “But we're getting away with it. From the outside, it just looks like we're two young lovers, having an intimate conversation, hugging. Oh fuck, yes,” she whispered. “This is so hot. The other girls are going to be so jealous.”

“I'm going to...oh man,” he breathed.

Already, he could feel the urge to come rising, swelling. The feel of her soft, warm alien flesh rubbing against the head of his dick was too much as he fucked her. A shot of pleasure, like a drug, hit him, as his dick began twitching. Suddenly, his orgasm was flaring through him. He let out a small gasp, digging his fingernails into Syl's taut, hot ass. She murmured softly in his ear as he came in her, “Good boy,” she whispered, and he could feel her clenching down there, sliding herself gently up and down. “Good boy, come in my pussy,” she whispered.

He was doing just that, his dick spasming violently, which made it difficult to remain silent and calm, to make it look like he was simply standing in a hot tub with his girlfriend in an intimate embrace, and not like he had just totally fucked her in public and was having a very nice orgasm. He managed to keep his head rested on her shoulder, managed not to cry out, the only real clue as to his orgasm was the look of extreme concentration on his face and, just below the surface of the water, the way he was squeezing her ass.

Finally, it ended, and he gently extracted his dick from her. She rearranged her bikini bottom and Ryan stuffed himself back into his trunks. As if to celebrate their sexual unity or signal its end, the jets in the hot tub abruptly turned off. Ryan knew that if he spent too much more time in the heated water, he'd likely pass out, so he moved to the side and pulled himself out, then laid down on the slick tiled floor. Syl joined him.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, just...overheated,” Ryan replied. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then smiled over at her. “Thank you. That was really nice,” he said.

Syl returned the smile. “You're welcome. And thank you, it's something I've always wanted to do. You're just a dream come true.”

They laid like that for a while, then eventually stood and moved over to the pool. They sat at the pool's edge, their legs dipped into the cool water, and held hands.

After a long while of silence, Ryan asked, “Do I make you happy?”

Syl laughed. “What kind of silly question is that? Of course you do.”

“Well...I guess that's not the question I meant to ask. It's just what was on my mind...” He frowned, considering what to say.

Syl poked him in the shoulder. “What's wrong?” she asked.

“I was talking with Emily and Ilyse earlier. They said...you and Colleen were my girlfriends. They said that both you and she were really into me, more than just for sex. Like...boyfriend-girlfriend kind of thing. Were they wrong?”

“No,” Syl said slowly. “At least, speaking for myself...no. I do really like you. A lot. As for Colleen? I'm pretty sure she does, too.”

“Well, that's the thing. I like you a lot...both of you. Emily said that you would be able to handle some kind of love triangle...as well as sharing me with the other girls. Would she be wrong about that?” Ryan asked.

“No. I know it seems really weird but, xenians aren't quite as possessive as some of the other species are. I really don't mind sharing, even if we had something...deeper. Something more special. Even if you were my boyfriend. So, it sounds like what you're laying out here is that you want to be my boyfriend...but you also want to be Colleen's boyfriend. I could handle it, and I do want to be your girlfriend, and I like Colleen enough that I'd also like to be her girlfriend. But you're worried that Colleen won't be able to handle it. That's about the size of it, right?” she asked. Syl was more serious than Ryan had ever seen her.

“Yeah, basically,” he replied.

“Hmm...” She sat silently for a moment. “It is a little bit of a cause for concern. I don't know, though. Colleen and I are pretty much best friends, but even around me she's a little...distant, at times. She's an introvert, she keeps a lot inside and I know she's suffered for it. She didn't exactly have the happiest childhood. None of us did, really, but she came out of it the worst, I think. Or,” she shrugged uneasily, “maybe I'm wrong. Anyway, my point was...do we want to risk it? Should we keep going this way, or do want to try something more?”

“I don't know...what would actually change?” Ryan replied.

“Between you and me? Not a whole lot, really. We'd spend more time together, get more comfortable with each other...but I think that'd happen anyway. Between you and Colleen, though? The change would be subtle, well, for you, probably, but it'd be different for her. Just like between you and me, you'd both spend more time together, spend the night together more often. It would mean more to her, and you might not recognize how much it'd mean to her, and you could easily hurt her. I'd have to worry about the same thing, too. I think, now that we've actually done stuff together, she's going to realize how much she likes me...I'm kind of realizing the same thing. I really like her, just like I like you. We could have a great thing together, the three of us...or we might fuck it up.”

“Great,” Ryan muttered.

“Yeah. And the worst part of it is...Colleen has to be picking up on this. I think she's going to make a move on you. Try to turn it more serious. When and if she does, think about what I said. And, I guess, tell her that I'm interested, too. Don't just let that little fact go because it might be awkward...” She hesitated, looked over at him. “I'm sorry, that was mean. I just...I've seen people flat out withhold information because they didn't want to face the social awkwardness of bringing it up. But when the time comes, lay it all out,” she said.

“Okay, I will,” Ryan replied.

He felt his head vibrate subtly. His Link. Angel was calling. He mentally hit the respond button. “Hey,” he sub-vocalized.

“Hi. I was hoping you could join me for some fun, if you aren't too busy,” she replied, her sultry voice purring to him over the Link.

“Yeah, I can do that. Let me just finish up with Syl.”

“Okay, see you soon. I'll drop in directions to where I'm at.”

“Got it. See you.”

He turned to face Syl. “Hey, I just got a call from Angel. She wants her turn with me. You okay with that?”

“Yes, I've had my minimum daily recommended dosage of you. But I hope you'll come visit me again soon,” Syl said, standing. “Come on, I'll walk you back to the rooms.”

He joined her in standing and they left the pool area. She took his hand as they made their way back through the lobby, to a bank of elevators. Ryan reflected that he really did feel comfortable and accepted around Syl. For as long as he could remember, he always felt like he had to put on an act around practically everyone else in his life. Even the ones closest to him, perhaps especially them. He couldn't quite relax, couldn't quite let his guard down. It was stressful, and the strain of it all left him feeling drained at the end of each day.

Ever since he'd joined up with the Hellcats, Ryan hadn't felt like that. Maybe at first, but he'd quickly shed his civilized veneer. He could truly, genuine relax around these women. Especially Syl and Colleen. They were just so...accepting of him. And caring. And kind. On top of all this, he was feeling particularly elated because Syl said she wanted to be his girlfriend. Even while he was adrift in a sea of hot, alien sex, the fact that a woman he liked, really, really liked, said she wanted to be romantically linked to him, and not just sexually linked, meant a lot. Now, if only things would go as smoothly with Colleen...

They rode the elevator up and returned to Emily and Ilyse's room. The ladies were still missing. Syl watched as Ryan stripped, toweled off, and dressed.

“What?” he asked, noticing the way she was smirking at him.

“Nothing, it's just...you're very attractive,” she replied.

“Well, uh, thanks,” he said, fitting his feet into his shoes. “So are you.”

“I'm glad you think so. Now, go do something filthy and sexy with Angel. I'm sure she's aching to get you inside her,” Syl said.

She blew him a kiss, then left the room, heading back out into the hallway and towards her own room. Ryan made sure he had everything, then he left the room, too. He checked his Link, saw that Angel wanted him to go to some kind of club and that it wasn't all that far from the hotel. He could walk there in about five minutes.

He stepped back onto the elevator and rode it down.

CHAPTER 04

The club that Angel had led him to via his Link had a gently pulsing pink neon said that said simply Nite Fun. Something about the understated colors and the simplistic name made Ryan wonder if there was something darker inside. He walked up to the front doors. There was no bouncer and he couldn't hear the usual pulse-driven thudding of music that so commonly seemed to fuel night clubs he sometimes used to pass when he was out walking in his colony. He reached out and opened the door, then stepped inside.

It was a little chilly inside. The door led to a large, open space. There were chairs and tables taking up most of the open floor, all of them oriented towards a stage to the left that was huge and impressive in its own right. At the moment, it was empty, and so was the club. Well, not totally empty, maybe a half dozen people were spread out among the tables, drinking and talking quietly to each other. There was something slightly off about the whole set up. He wasn't sure what it was. Ryan slowly made his way towards the bar directly ahead of him. A very tall, lean woman with severely cut short black hair and a lot of facial piercings was standing behind it. She had a slightly glazed look, the kind that a person surfing their Link usually had. As he approached however, she focused and straightened up.

“Hi,” she said. “Can I...” She frowned, staring intently at him, then smirked. “You're Ryan, right?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah. Um, hi,” Ryan replied awkwardly.

The woman burst out laughing. “I'm sorry. I...here, give me your thumb,” she said.

“Why?”

The woman rolled her eyes and set a tablet down on the counter. “Your friend Angel is back there, in one of the private suites. She's waiting for you. I need to code your thumbprint so you can get into the room she's in.”

“Okay,” Ryan replied, pressing his thumb against the screen. “Why were you laughing?”

She glanced up at him again, then snickered to herself. “I'm sorry. It's just...when Angel was describing you, she said 'He'll have this really cute, shy, awkward look on his face.' And then she imitated it, and, wow, she was dead on.”

“I...see,” Ryan murmured in reply.

“Go through that door over there, head back through the hallway. She's in Room Seventeen. It's on the right,” the woman replied.

“I...uh, okay, thanks, I guess,” Ryan replied.

The woman looked at him with something like wonder. “So...you and Angel...I mean, you're really like, together?” she asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“I just...” She seemed lost for words. “Angel...the kind of stuff she's into...you just don't seem...oh, nevermind, just go.”

He lingered a moment longer, then shrugged and left. Working his way around the bar, he came to the door the bartender had indicated. For a moment, he was stymied, there was just a simple flat, blank screen next to the door. Ryan stared at it for a moment, feeling stupid, then the penny dropped and he pressed his thumb against it. The door chimed gently and opened. A long corridor bathed in various shades of red and pink awaited him. Ryan stepped inside and the door closed behind him. He was beginning to understand what kind of club this was.

The walls were lined with doors. He walked along the plush carpeting until he came to door seventeen. Ryan hesitated, trying to hear any sounds, any clues as to what was happening behind the doors, but the corridor was absolutely silent, save for the subliminal white noise of energy. Finally, giving up on the mystery, he pressed his thumb against the pad. The door chimed and opened up. He stepped inside.

“Um...oh, wow,” Ryan said, stopping a few steps inside. “What's all this?”

Angel had been facing away from him, but now she turned to face him. She was wearing a thin, see-through nightdress and nothing on underneath. Behind her was...Ryan wasn't sure at first. Then, finally, it all clicked home.

“Hello,” Angel said seductively.

It was like a table, but with narrow sections extending away from it. These sections had restraining straps. It was meant to hold someone down, their legs open wide. Next to it was another thing that was more like a traditional table, with straps near the bottom of the legs and a larger strap that went over the top. He could easily envision Angel bent over the table, her legs immobile, locked in by the straps near the bottom, her torso held in place by the larger strap, and he could see himself, fucking her from behind, her unable to stop him...

“So, are you ready for a good time?” she asked.

“Yeah, I think I am. I'm assuming that you want me to make good use of those two contraptions?” he asked as he started getting undressed.

“Yes. And good use of your hands, and your cock, too. I want it to be like that second time we fucked, in my room. Force me, use me, abuse me,” she said, grinning wickedly. “But...don't hold back, okay? Dysil are physically a lot tougher than humans, so you can really beat up on me,” she said. “Think you can do that?”

“Yeah...I just...” he hesitated, now clad in only his boxers. “I worry about hurting you, even with your extra toughness.”

Angel smiled and walked over to him. She leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips. “You are so sweet,” she said. “Look, I promise if it's too much I'll use the safe word, okay? You remember what our safe word is?”

“Yes. Potassium,” Ryan replied.

“Good. And if you feel too uncomfortable in doing these things to me, we can stop. But I don't think you're going to. You've got a mean streak in you. Don't take that the wrong way! I mean it in a good way. You've got a nasty side to you that can come out to play.”

“Well...okay then,” Ryan said.

He took off his boxers and stood there naked for a moment. He wondered if he should ask her if she was ready, but then realized that would defeat the purpose.

He set to work.

Angel opened her mouth to say something, but he backhanded her, hard, across her mouth. She stumbled back across the room, hitting the padded wall, and cried out. Her voice was very loud in the room. Ryan knew that the walls had to be soundproofed. Angel was good, and fast. She bounced off the wall and made a run for the door. He snagged her in passing, wrapping an arm around her neck and bringing her back against his chest. She squirmed against him, trying to break his hold, but he had her fast and he knew he was partially choking her.

He reached around in front of her, grabbed a handful of her see-through night dress and pulled. It came off easily, all of it, and he tossed it aside. She continued struggling, fully nude now. Ryan reached out and gripped one of her large, firm breasts.

“Stop fucking struggling,” he growled in her ear.

She stiffened with fear.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, don't hurt me.”

He had to admit, he was impressed with how genuine she made it sound. He held her a little more firmly. “Do what I say, and I won't have to hurt you.”

He felt her swallow. “I...I don't want to do it,” she moaned. “Please, don't do it to me, don't make me do it.”

“Not an option,” Ryan replied.

Angel whimpered and began to cry. He ignored her, instead guiding her over to the table that he could strap her spread-eagle into. She began to struggle again as he did. Frustrated, he twisted her around and shoved her back against the table. When she tried to bolt, he reached out, gripped her neck with his left hand and then slapped her three times in rapid succession. She seemed stunned, out of it, so he slammed her back onto the table and began fitting the restraining straps over her wrists. Angel moaned weakly and began struggling once more.

Again, Ryan could feel an inner turmoil. Seeing Angel struggle, hearing her cry out, actually hitting her and forcing her around...it made him feel bad, slightly sick to his stomach. He knew this was wrong, knew he could never force himself on a woman, even if he hated her. But what was really disturbing was how easily it came to him when he was role-playing it. And, even stranger, how darkly exciting it was. How arousing it was. Was something wrong with him? Or was this just a thing that was in everyone?

As he had before, Ryan decided that he should just keep going. If he was enjoying it, then that meant he'd probably be better at it, and if he did better at it, then that meant that Angel would have a better experience.

Which was the whole point of this thing.

He finished strapping her wrists in, then got her ankles strapped in, firmly attaching her to the table. She fought against the restraining straps, but they were well-designed and didn't budge an inch. He smirked down at her.

“Good girl,” he said, running his hand across her thigh, up past her smooth vagina, her stomach, up to her breasts.

She shuddered at his touch. “Don't,” she whispered. “Please, I'm begging you. You-you don't have to do this!”

“Stop talking,” he replied, letting a mild irritation creep into his voice. “Here,” he said, grinning suddenly and moving towards the head of the table. “I'll help you.”

He grabbed her head by the chin and forced her head on its side, so that she was facing him. The table was the perfect height for what he needed to do. He was rock hard now. With one hand, he gripped his cock, with the other, he placed his palm on her cheek.

“Open up,” he said, stepping closer, so that the head of his dick pushed against her lips. She had her eyes and her mouth squeezed shut. She shook her head. “Hey!” he snapped, then he popped the heel of his palm against her cheek. She cried out. “Open up!”

She still refused, so he grabbed her hair by the roots and pulled. Again she cried out and he shoved his cock into her mouth.

“Bitch,” he said, “if I feel-look at me-if I feel teeth,” he balled up his fist and held it close to her eye, “I'll fucking really give you something to cry about.”

She whimpered softly and kept still. He began fucking her in the mouth. It sent waves of pleasure up and down him, forcing his cock into her hot, wet mouth. He noticed, however, that she wasn't actually contributing anything to it.

“Hey!” he snapped, “suck it. Now. Suck it good if you know what's good for you, you stupid alien slut.”

She let out a muffled little moan and began working her lips and her tongue, gently bobbing her head back forth, sucking on his cock. Ryan groaned and began stroking her hair. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Good little slut.”

He continued fucking her mouth, pushing his cock deeper and deeper, feeling it poking against the back of her throat. She began gagging and he kept going, forcing it even deeper. After another twenty seconds or so of this, he pulled his dick out. She coughed violently and gasped to catch her breath. He laughed and moved slowly down the length of the table.

“Thanks for the lube,” he said, getting in between her spread-out legs. He ran his hands gently along her well-padded, orange thighs. He had the perfect angle to fuck the living hell out of her. Her coughing tapered off as she raised her head, looking down the length of her body at him. She began shaking her head as he got closer.

“No,” she whispered. “Don't-don't do it,” she pleaded.

Ryan laughed and rubbed the head of his dick against her pussy, spreading the lips with it. She tried to cringe away from him, but had nowhere to go.

“You can't stop me,” he said, continuing. He rested the head of his dick right at the opening and let go of it, placing his hands back on her thighs. “There's nothing you can do to stop me. There's nothing anyone can do to stop me, whore. No one is going save you.”

“No, please, please, please-”

She screamed as he shoved his cock all the way inside of her. She was immensely wet, extremely hot. It felt better than before. He groaned as he started fucking her. She continued screaming and crying, thrashing about fruitlessly. It occurred to Ryan that he was doing a good job when, thirty seconds into the sex, Angel had a screaming orgasm. A hot, powerful spray of juices escaped from her vagina, coating his stomach and thighs.

He laughed and kept fucking her.

“I knew you liked it, you fucking little whore,” he said. “Don't pretend like you don't like it you filthy alien slut.”

“No,” she moaned, but she was twitching with orgasm, riding it, grinding against him with her hips. “No,” she whispered. “Stop.”

“Not until I'm finished, which isn't even close, stupid bitch.”

He kept fucking her, driving into her violently, thrusting his cock deep inside of her, listening to the squelching noises of her vagina, the slapping sound of their skin meeting. The sight of her laid out on the table, the way she was struggling and crying, her heaving breasts, all of it lit his senses on fire, all of it was blackly exciting. It was all a perfect playground for the darker urges that everyone had buried deep inside of them, a way to let them out, to enjoy and bask in them. Ryan realized he was getting close to blowing off.

He pulled out suddenly, causing her to gasp.

“Now, I'm going to re-position you, which means letting you up...” He walked around and grabbed her face. “Don't get any ideas.”

He undid her legs first, then reached over and undid one of the straps holding her hand. As soon as it was free, Angel brought the hand up and around, slapping him across the face. He stumbled back, surprised and shocked by the move. Staring down at her, he saw that she still hadn't broken character, and it dawned on him that she was trying to draw him into acting even more violent towards her, to give him an excuse.

“You fucking bitch!” he screamed.

“No! No, I'm sorry-” she began.

He made a fist and punched her in the eye. She cried out, but she didn't say the word, so he knew he'd guessed it right. His face was still hurting, she had hit him hard, so he used that as fuel as he climbed on top of her, balancing on the table she was still partially strapped to. She reached up with her one free hand, trying to defend herself.

“You stupid fucking whore!” he screamed at her, slapping her as hard as he could, not holding back anything.

“I'm sorry!” she shrieked. “I'm so sorry!”

He wrapped both hands around her neck, choking her, bringing her head up and slamming it against the table. He knew it couldn't hurt too much, because the table was padded. She cried out, but still didn't say the safe word, so he did it a few more times. She was reaching up for him, no longer trying to defend herself, beseeching him, gasping out pleading words, begging him to stop. Finally, he relented, then he slapped her once more across the face, again as hard as he could. He saw that her eye was getting bruised now and he had split her lip.

It was bleeding.

He hesitated, but there was something in her eyes, a hungry, desperate need. She could tell that he was hesitating, that he might be wanting to stop, and she was begging him not to. To keep going. So he did.

“Try that again, you fucking whore, and I'll fucking kill you,” he snarled at her.

“I won't do it again, I won't, I promise,” she sobbed.

He finished unlatching her and yanked her up, off the table, then forced her over to the other one. Bending her over it, he knelt and attached her ankles to the table legs securely. Once that was finished, he straightened back up and pressed her against the flat top of the table. He attached her to the table, fitting the strap across her back, roughly where a bra strap would sit, and cinched it into place. She shifted slightly, but the fight seemed to have gone out of her. He wondered if she was tired or if this was just the natural progression of whatever internal narrative Angel had going on inside of her. Either way, he was looking forward to this next part.

He was getting tired himself, and he wanted to blow his load.

“Get ready for it, bitch,” he said as he positioned himself behind her.

She said nothing, until he grabbed her ass and opened it slightly, pushing his dick up against her ass. She gasped. “No, not in my ass!” she pleaded. “Please! Not there!” she shrieked.

He pushed his dick up her ass. It was extremely tight. He groaned as he started fucking her in the ass. “Oh my God,” he moaned. “You really do have a tight ass you fucking alien slut.”

“Please, stop, please!” she screamed.

He kept going, harder, faster, and she shrieked as he did. Ryan smacked her ass, hard, and screamed, “Take it bitch!”

Angel yelled something incomprehensible in reply and he began to come inside of her, filling her ass up with his seed. He groaned, leaning forward over her, thrusting deeper and deeper into her as his orgasm ripped through him. When he finished, he pulled his dick out and stumbled back a few steps, his body exhausted from all the exercise. He sat down on the floor and caught his breath. When he glanced up, he saw Angel looking back at him.

“Oh! Sorry,” he said, struggling to his feet.

She giggled. “It's okay. I get it. That was one hell of an orgasm,” she said.

“Yeah, it was.”

He undid her latches and helped her up, then hesitated as he saw her black eye and split, bloodied lip. She saw his look and placed her hands on his shoulders. “Ryan. Look at me. It's okay, all right? I'm okay. You did a good job, a great job. Thank you,” she said.

“I...okay,” he replied. “I just...I've never given anyone a black eye or a split lip before. I'd always assumed that it'd be in a fight.”

“I know...come on, let's take a shower, we can wind down, relax, we can give each other some TLC,” Angel said.

“TLC?” Ryan replied.

“Duh! Tender love and care!” she replied, smirking at him.

“Oh, I guess I just haven't heard that phrase. Where's the shower?”

Angel walked across the room and pressed a button that Ryan hadn't noticed before. One corner of the room shifted slightly. The wall grew a showerhead and a square section of the floor raised a few inches higher. The showerhead turned on. Angel stepped into it and made a beckoning motion towards Ryan. He followed her and stepped into the warm miniature waterfall. As he did, Angel turned and embraced him, hugging him tightly.

“I wanted to thank you,” she said quietly, in his ear, rubbing his back. “I know you enjoy these sessions we do, I can tell, and you're really good at it, but I can tell that there's a part of you that's still scared of this. I kind of threw you in the deep end. And I really appreciate you doing all this for me. I haven't really been able to find someone to scratch the itch as thoroughly as this before. And so...thank you,” she said.

“You're welcome,” he replied. He didn't really know what else to say.

They spent the next fifteen minutes in the warm haze of the shower, cleaning each other with bars of soap, sometimes stopping to hug and kiss. Ryan spent several minutes massaging her shoulders and then she did the same for him. When they were finished, Angel pressed another button and a small panel in the wall lifted, revealing a closet space with towels. They both dried each other off, then dressed. There were also some medical supplies in there. Ryan rubbed some general medical cream onto Angel's split lip. As they stepped out into the corridor, Ryan's Link buzzed. He activated it, and saw that he'd received a message from Colleen.

She wanted to see him back at the hotel, in her room.

She gave him the room number and left a little winking emoticon.

“Huh,” he murmured.

“What?” Angel asked.

“Colleen wants to see me.”

“Makes sense. We can walk back to the hotel together. It's a nice night out,” Angel replied.

They left the back corridor and stepped back out into the main area. As they began crossing the room, making for the exit, the bartender called out to them.

“Hey, Angel, was he really that good or were you just lying to me?” she asked. Angel and Ryan turned. “Whoa! Come here!” she said.

Angel laughed and crossed the room, bringing Ryan with her. The woman made a show of inspecting Angel's face, reaching out, grabbing her chin and turning her head first right, then left. She let go and turned to look in wide-eyed astonishment at Ryan.

“You did this?” she asked.

“I'm afraid so,” Ryan replied.

“I...how!?” She laughed again, amazed. “I guess Angel was right...” An idea seemed to dawn on her and she glanced around quickly, as if she was afraid someone might overhear her, and then leaned in closer. “Hey, do you two think you could come back sometime before you leave the island and, uh, maybe give me some similar treatment?”

Now it was Ryan's turn to be surprised. “Really?” he asked.

“Yeah, I'd love that. If you can get Angel off, then I'm sure you can do something for me...uh, I'm Becca by the way,” she said, awkwardly offering her his hand.

He took it, shook it, sized her up. She was tall, at least six foot, and thin. Tattoos on her face and all down her arms. She had short black hair, dazzling blue eyes, and piercings in her ears, her nose, her lower lip, and her right eyebrow. Ryan knew that it was a style that seemed to fade in and out over the centuries. He'd heard it could be traced back all the way to the beginning of the twenty first century. Currently, it was out, the general population didn't seem to like it. They called it juvenile. But he'd always found the look incredibly sexy.

“What do you think, Angel?” he asked.

“I think it'd be a lot of fun,” Angel replied. “It's been a while since I've been able to stretch my dom muscles. Though honestly I haven't felt the urge in ages.”

“Please?!” Becca asked, clapping her hands together.

“Ha ha! Yes! If Ryan wants to, sure, I'm down.”

They both looked at him. “Yeah! Sure, I'd love to. I'm going to be hanging around for the next week or so, so it shouldn't be a problem.”

“Yes! Excellent. I'm off the day after tomorrow. Angel, you've still got my Link number, right?” Becca asked.

“Yeah, I do. Don't worry, Becca, we'll be back. And we'll spank that hot little ass of yours until it's black and blue.”

“To begin with,” Ryan said, grinning at her.

“Ohh...very nice. Well...” she leaned forward and kissed Ryan quickly on the lips. “I look forward to seeing you then.”

“Me too,” Ryan replied, feeling a little dazed.

After they'd left and were back out on the street, Angel said, “I bet you never expected to be banging a chick like that, huh?”

“No. Not in a million years,” Ryan replied.

“Then I guess you're glad we met, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

Angel laughed. “Let's get you back to the hotel.”

…

It was full dark by the time they got back to the hotel. The sky was beautiful. It was clear and bursting with a million different stars. He and Angel rode the elevator up together and then parted company with a brief kiss. Ryan rechecked his Link for Colleen's room number, since he was starting to get a bit tired. Even with the nap he'd shared with Elena earlier, it was starting to be a really long day. He found her room number and considered knocking, then figured she wouldn't care and pressed his thumb to the pad.

A short chime and the door opened. There was a light on in the room, but it seemed dim. He didn't have a clear view of the bed as he stepped inside.

“Ryan?” Colleen asked, from somewhere deeper within.

“Yeah, it's me...I'm in for the night,” he replied.

“Good! I missed you. Come here,” she said.

He came deeper into the room and saw her lying in bed, curled up beneath the blankets with a tablet. She smiled at him and set it aside, then motioned for him to join her. Ryan undressed, stripping naked, and then got underneath the blankets with her. As she lifted them up for him to join her, he realized she was naked.

He pressed himself against her, kissing her on the lips briefly. “Colleen-” he began, but she kissed him once more, silencing him.

“Shh,” she whispered, reaching over and turning off the light next to the bed, bathing them in darkness broken only by the starlight from the window. “Whatever it is, it can wait. I've been here, settling all day, sharing you with the girls, and now I just want you to make love to me. Is that fair?” she asked.

“Yeah...that's fair,” he replied.

He kissed her in the darkness, gently pressing his lips against hers, and wrapped an arm around her, bringing them closer together, pressing their bodies against each other. He loved the feel of her soft, warm fur against his bare flesh. He laid a hand gently on one of her large breasts and began to massage it as they kissed.

The passion began to ignite and she shifted a little, moving more on top of him, sticking her tongue into his mouth, probing for his, finding it, twining them together. His thoughts were racing along with his heart as they came together in the starlight. He couldn't help but wonder if this might be the last time they made love, if his and Syl's proposition would be rejected. He truly hoped that they could all three be together, and not just for the obvious reasons of the benefits of being the only male in a male-female-female relationship or the sex, but because he really liked Colleen. He felt a genuine emotional connection with her.

Something changed, and she rolled onto her back, pulling him onto her.

“Get in,” she whispered.

He moved into position, between her pleasantly padded pink-furred thighs, which she had spread wide for him. They came together and he slid smoothly into her. She was very wet. He groaned quietly as he pushed himself inside of her. She moaned softly and kissed him deeply, grabbing the back of his head. He began making love to her. It was different this time. There was something incredibly intimate about the darkness of the room, the closeness provided by the makeshift cave of the blankets. She stared up at him, her eyes seeming to catch the starlight. She seemed ridiculously attractive, even by the standards she'd already set in his head.

She moaned his name several times, breathing heavily, begging desperately for him. He groaned her name, finding such a simple act incredibly erotic that somehow made their coupling even more intimate. Ryan realized she must be extremely turned on and very much tuned into the experience, because she had a powerful orgasm within a minute. She suddenly cried out, arching her body against his, the muscles inside of her squeezing and contracting rapidly as she came. He felt her get much hotter and wetter.

He kept making love to her, kissing her over and over, staring into her eyes. Before he knew it, his orgasm was coming, a low, pulsing, powerful wave of emotion-fueled pleasure and he was coming inside of her.

“Yes,” she whispered, breathing heavily, staring directly into his eyes. “Let me be your pleasure,” she whispered, smiling up at him.

“Oh, Colleen...” he groaned as he finished within her.

For a long while, neither of them said anything. Ryan continued to lay there atop her, inside of her, both of them catching their breaths. Finally, he pulled out, rolled over and laid on his back. She rolled over as well and rested her head on his chest.

“Now, what did you want to talk about?” she asked.

He hesitated for a moment, then gathered up his courage. “I was talking with Syl...” he began, then hesitated again.

“And...?”

He chuckled. “Do you want to be more...serious? Like, beyond what we're doing now. I really like you, a lot, and I think you like me a lot, too.”

She was silent for a while and he began to worry. Then she responded. “So you've been talking with Syl about this because...both of you want me as your girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.” She paused for a bit longer, likely processing the information. “So...Syl said she wanted to be my girlfriend? Like, in a relationship?”

“Yes.”

“And I'm assuming that, obviously, you'd continue sleeping with the other girls.”

“In our vision of the scenario, yes.”

“Hmm...” She lapsed back into silence. Ryan was glad he'd just had sex, and that he'd waited until after the sex to have this conversation, because it was extremely stressful. “I like the two of you a lot. And I never had the guts to try anything with Syl, until you came along. I'll admit that I feel kind of...possessive of you. I never really thought I'd be in this kind of situation, so I never really put any kind of thought into it. But...I think I like how it sounds.”

Ryan laughed and let out a sigh of relief. “Glad to hear it.”

“You thought I'd react poorly?” Colleen asked.

“I wasn't sure how you'd react. I get the feeling this is new territory for us all.”

“Yeah, that's true. Hmm...you know, I just had a happy idea. At least, I hope it's a happy idea. Wow, I just realized that I could be massively jumping the gun on this...”

“What's the idea?” Ryan replied.

“The walls between our bedrooms are, with the help of some tools, pretty easy to disassemble and take down. I was wondering...do you think you'd be interested in sharing a bigger room with me? We could get a bigger bed, have our own desks...I'm sorry if this is nuts. I basically just asked you to move in with me within a week of us meeting.”

Ryan laughed. “We had sex within like two hours of meeting,” he replied.

“Point,” she said.

“I like the idea. A lot, actually. I've lived by myself for awhile now and, I don't know, it's okay, but...I really like sleeping in the same bed with a woman. Especially if that woman is you, or Syl...you don't think Syl will want to live with us, too, do you?”

“No, I don't think so. She likes her independence, but I'm sure she'll be hanging around a lot, and the urge to spend the night will find her every now and then. Yeah, we'll definitely have to get a pretty big bed. A double king size or something, at least, especially with all the fun the three of us will be having together...”

“Great! We can get started on it after we get back from vacation. Syl will be so happy. Now, if you don't mind too much, I'd really like to get some sleep.” At saying that, Ryan let out a huge, jaw-cracking yawn.

“Mmm, me too,” Colleen replied.

She rolled over, facing away from him, and he pressed himself up against her, putting an arm around her.

“Goodnight,” she said.

“Goodnight,” he whispered.

They began to drift peacefully off to sleep.

CHAPTER 05

Ryan woke up to the sound of a door opening.

He was still very tired, and extremely comfortable, as he was nude, warm, and curled up against Colleen. He realized, as the door closed and he came slightly more awake, that he had apparently been groping one of her big, pink-furred breasts in his sleep. He didn’t stop, continuing to massage it slowly, feeling his erection now. It was powerful and intense in the way it often seemed to be in the mornings. Especially after having sex dreams.

“Who’s there?” he murmured sleepily.

It honestly could be anyone, since they all had access to each other’s rooms at this point. Judging from the light coming in through the mostly shuttered windows, it was definitely past morning, probably approaching or maybe even past noon.

“Me, silly,” Syl replied, and he looked down at the foot of the bed, saw her standing there with her glowing eyes and petite frame. “I’ve come for a threesome...did you talk to her about, uh, what we talked about?”

“Yes. She said yes,” he replied.

“Awesome!” Syl cried.

Colleen moaned and stirred. “Ugh...what the fuck’s going on?” she grumbled.

“Our lovely girlfriend has come to visit,” Ryan replied.

“Oh...Syl? I’m sorry I’m grumpy,” she murmured, rubbing one eye and sitting up slightly. Ryan still had his hand on her breast. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Syl laughed and she her top. “I know what’ll cheer you up,” she said.

“Oh yeah?” Colleen asked.

Syl took off her shorts and panties, nude now, and climbed onto the bed. “Yep.”

She got beneath the blankets and put herself in between them, then started making out with Ryan. He kissed her back, groaning as he felt her small, hot fingers wrap around his stiff, throbbing cock. She began to jack him off as they locked lips. He ran his own hand across her slim body, first groping one small, firm breast, then sliding down her pale, hot skin, over the bumps of the technology embedded in her body, and to her tight ass.

She kissed him for a bit longer, then switched over to Colleen, kissing her deeply and slipping a hand in between her thick thighs. Colleen moaned loudly as Syl found her clit and began rub it. “Yes...” she moaned. “Oh fuck, I’m so goddamned horny right now...”

“Me too. I think Ryan can solve that with that wonderful cock of his,” Syl replied.

“Who first?” he replied, almost electric with lust and sexual energy right then.

“Colleen got laid last night, I assume, so...me?” Syl asked.

“Yeah, fine, fair enough. What, you didn’t get laid?” Colleen replied as Syl rolled onto her back and spread her pale legs.

“Well, not by a dick,” Syl replied. “Just fuck me!” she complained. “I’m seriously fucking horny right now, too.”

“Happy to,” Ryan replied as he got on top of her.

He stared down at her tight, fit, petite body as he lined his cock up with her. She looked so fucking sexy, laying there like that, her legs spread, staring up at him with desperate sexual need in her gaze, written in her features.

He penetrated her.

She cried out, almost screaming as he slipped inside of her, and he groaned loudly.

“Holy fuck, you are so fucking wet, Syl...” he moaned.

“I told you-ah!-how horny I am,” she replied as he started fucking her.

Neither of them spoke as he slid his cock rapidly in and out of her. She just panted and moaned and occasionally cried out in intense bliss, and he grunted, breathing heavily, as his cock was bathed in absolute rapture. There was truly nothing that felt as good as having unprotected morning sex with a beautiful alien woman. Or at least that’s what he felt right then, because this felt like the best fucking sex ever.

And fuck was she so fucking tight!

He felt like he could barely fit his whole cock inside of her. That was another added benefit of fucking a petite little xenian chick.

Ryan managed to pound her brains out for about forty five seconds before Colleen had apparently had enough. “Come on! I want my turn,” she complained.

“You got it,” Ryan replied, eager to fuck a second pussy.

He was still absolutely enraptured by this idea of actually having two women in a bed at once that wanted him to fuck. There was something just so fucking amazing and erotic about switching back and forth between two women.

“I’m not done yet!” Syl groaned. “I was so close...”

“You’ll get yours,” Colleen replied, then cried out as he got in between her thick, pink-furred thighs and penetrated her. “Oh, fuck yes, that’s it honey,” she moaned.

“Oh, you like that?” he asked, pushing harder and deeper into her.

“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck, I love it!” Colleen wrapped her legs around him.

He groaned as he buried his cock over and over inside of her, feeling her hot, wet perfection, feeling all that rapturous pleasure burning into him. Actually, it was getting to be too much. He felt his orgasm coming on hard.

He tried to pull out, but Colleen kept her legs wrapped tightly around him.

“Shit, I have to pull out, Colleen,” he groaned, then moaned again, louder as she squeezed and pressed against him with her broad hips.

“Uh-uh,” she replied, grinning up at him smugly.

“No, I’m gonna-shit! Oh fuck!” he moaned as he started orgasming inside of her.

“Oh yes!” she moaned, grinding against him.

“Oh you fucking bitch,” Syl growled. “He’d better not be done after this!”

“Oh fuck! Yes!” Ryan moaned, thrusting hard and fast into her, coming hard, pumping her cyvit pussy full of his seed.

It felt amazing.

Especially when she started coming, too.

Both of them groaned and writhed in pure pleasure as they came together. And he was very glad to see, as he finished coming, and Colleen released him and he pulled out of her, that he was still very hard and horny.

“I’m not done yet,” he said to Syl as he got back on top of her.

“Oh thank fuck, cause I need to come bad,” she groaned. “And I fucking love it when we come together.”

“Me too,” he panted as he started making love to her again.

Her pussy felt amazing.

And he didn’t last very long with her, either, because he was so fucking primed to blast another load into Syl. They grunted and moaned in furious, intense passion as he pounded her. Within another minute, both of them were enjoying orgasms, and he could feel her sex juices spraying out of her as he came into her, shooting his load inside of her perfect alien pussy. When he was finished, he carefully pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back.

“That’s quite a way to wake up,” he murmured, staring up at the ceiling, coming down off the high of coming inside of two beautiful alien women.

His two girlfriends.

It still didn’t feel real.

Syl patted his sweat-slicked thigh. “All right, come on you two, you gotta get up.”

“Why?” Colleen murmured.

“Surely you’re awake now. And I’m fucking starving. I want to get breakfast and enjoy a day out with my new boyfriend and new girlfriend!” Syl replied happily.

“You are a morning person,” Colleen grumbled.

“It’s not morning!” Syl replied.

“Fine, whatever. Just...lemme get a shower in at least,” Colleen murmured.

“Yeah, same,” Ryan said. “I need one.”

“Me too now,” Syl agreed.

They laid there a bit longer, then got up for the shower.

…

After having a long shower together, the trio dressed and headed downstairs, then out of the hotel, into the tropical sunshine. There was a cool breeze whispering across the island, making the whole experience that much more pleasant. The three of them walked until they found a cafe that served breakfast all day long, and put in orders.

“So, how do you feel?” Syl asked, looking at Ryan as they got a table.

“Right now? Uh...a little light-headed,” he replied.

“You feeling good about our relationship change?” Colleen asked.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he replied. “I’m ecstatic about it. What about you?”

“Same,” Syl replied.

“Yeah. I’m...still getting used to the idea. It feels a little bit like a dream,” Colleen said.

“Yeah, I know that feeling,” Ryan murmured.

“I imagine you’ve been feeling that since Emily first fucked you into oblivion,” Syl replied, smirking at him.

“Yeah, basically.” He paused. “So...me fucking other women, I mean, is that-”

“Yes, Ryan!” Syl replied. “It’s fine. It’s totally cool. As a matter of fact, how about, tonight, Colleen, you and I have a girl’s night in, and Ryan, you go hang out with one of the others and get your dick sucked and fucked? Does that sound like a good plan?”

“I’m okay with that,” Colleen replied.

“Uh...yeah, I’m definitely okay with that,” Ryan said, his mind already wandering. Surely there was something he could get up to tonight...

Their food was coming.

…

Ryan was nervous.

He'd grown used to the women aboard the good ship Hellcat. He was still very excited by them, by their lovemaking sessions, but he wasn't too nervous around them anymore. He felt confident that he could satisfy them and that if something went wrong, they wouldn't laugh at him or belittle him. He trusted them. But there was another level to it. Ryan wasn't sure how exactly it factored into their interactions, but the fact that they were all alien or otherwise not normal humans helped facilitate the process of trust.

Maybe it was because they weren't human that he felt he could trust them. He didn't go into the relationship expecting them to find him attractive, and, because of their previous interactions with humans, they didn't expect him to find them attractive. So they were both pleasantly surprised. But now, here he was, getting ready to have sex with a human woman. Traditionally, he hadn't done so well with them. Especially really hot ones with a strong independent streak and a powerful personality. Becca seemed to have both of these.

He and Colleen and Syl had had a nice day together, spending most of it just wandering the island, seeing what there was to see, chatting and, at one point, hurrying back to the hotel for a threesome because they were all still pretty horned-up and kind of high off of each other and their new relationship.

As night had fallen, they’d shooed him away, intent on their girl’s night, and he’d gotten a message from Angel.

She wanted to take him back to that sex club, to meet with Becca.

Originally, they'd been scheduled to see her the following day, but apparently she couldn't wait. Angel confided that Becca had been talking to her online all day and finally just asked her to come see her after work, as she'd secured a room for them.

“How did you two meet?” Ryan asked as they walked towards the club.

He'd been quiet most of the way there, too nervous to talk, buried in his thoughts of how this might go wrong. Now, he found himself just wanting to stop worrying himself, and generally conversation helped with that.

“We met...oh, maybe two years ago. She grew up on a busy colony world and moved here about five years ago. I was out looking for someone to scratch that special submissive itch of mine and we hooked up when I found that club,” Angel replied.

“But aren't both of you submissive?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah...but if you're submissive, then, well, you know about what the domination types have to do, and you can do it, too. It's not exactly the most satisfying of relationships, but Becca can be pretty dominating when she sets her mind to it. It's just that we preferred being dominated rather dominating,” Angel explained.

“I hope I won't suck at it,” Ryan murmured.

Angel laughed loudly. “Don't worry. Just do what you do with me and you'll be fine. Besides, I'll be there helping you, and me and Bec have done this before. And it's a good thing I'll be along because, well, she's a little more...advanced than I am. I'll have to help you with one of the rigs. Well, probably the only rig she'll want. She's hot and all but she doesn't really have much in the way of stamina. We'll be at this for all of five to ten minutes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I'm not sure what it is. I think part of it is she's easy to please and she has these ridiculous orgasms and after she's had it she's just spent. I mean...you know how you tend to get really sleepy after you blow your load?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it's like that but times ten for her. She just wants to sleep for like the rest of the night or however long.”

“Huh.”

The club was nearby. It was about time to get the show on the road. Ryan felt a little bit better. Lowered expectations and easy-to-please were both in his favor. Part of him thought it was funny how much he was freaking out about this. He'd become fairly confident in his ability to pleasure the ladies of the Hellcats and their friends. They had no reason to lie to him and they didn't really seem like the kind to bother to put in the effort to lie.

The club looked like it was gearing up for something. There were close to thirty or forty people, most of them seated in the chairs, a quiet buzz of conversation helping to create an ambient atmosphere. A few extremely beautiful women were setting something up on the stage. It looked like a couple of rigs similar to the ones he had used on Angel during the previous night. For a moment, he stopped and stared.

“What is this place?” he murmured finally.

“Oh, a sex club,” Angel replied, very matter-of-factly. “They have shows up on stage.”

“Like...people actually having sex?” he asked.

“Yeah. BDSM stuff. People come to watch. It's pretty neat. If we finish in time, maybe we can catch a show,” Angel replied.

“That...sounds interesting,” Ryan said.

They found Becca behind the bar. She was talking with someone, a tall, buff, bald man in a form-fitting white t-shirt who was washing down the bar. As they approached, she caught sight of them, said something quickly to the man, and hurried out from behind the bar. She met them halfway and quickly embraced Angel, kissing her quickly on the lips, then did the same to Ryan, though she let her kiss linger a little bit longer on his lips.

“Come on,” she said. “I'm like so horny.”

She took both of their hands and led them back to the same door Ryan had gone through the previous day. As they made their way towards the door, Ryan glanced over at the bar. The bald man was staring at them and smiling. He chuckled and shook his head slightly, then turned away, towards a customer.

“Hey, I've got a question,” Ryan said as they went through the door.

“I can't promise I'll give you a coherent answer,” Becca replied. She was leading them down the hallway now.

“You work in a freaking sex club that has BDSM shows and guys that look like, well, like that guy working behind the bar you were talking to. Why don't you get one of them to get you off?” Ryan asked.

“It's complicated,” Becca replied after a moment.

“I'll answer,” Angel said. “Some of those guys are actually in relationships with some of the girls that work here. This might come as a surprise to some people, but they only have sex with each other. But there are some guys who are in open relationships or single. And...no offense Becca, but they're...frustrated with her...uh, how do I put it nicely? Her short attention span. It's too easy to get her off and once she gets off she's just done.”

“I use the safe word as soon as I've blown my load,” Becca admitted sheepishly.

“And that's really frustrating for guys that have a lot of stamina and want to blow their load or at least want to enjoy the sex more.”

“I've got a bit of a reputation,” she said.

“I promise that if she's done before you get off, I'll get you off,” Angel said.

“Thanks,” Ryan replied.

“Whatever. Shut up. Stop talking. Fuck me,” Becca said as they came to a door. She opened it and yanked them inside. “It's been a bit of a dry spell. And yeah, okay, I get it, I'm a bit selfish but whatever, do me now!”

The room, Ryan noted, was different than the one he'd been in earlier. It looked more complete, like an actual bedroom. There was a bed, another two of those table contraptions, and what looked like a bunch of leather straps hanging from the ceiling.

“Now, a bit of a tutorial,” Angel said as she closed the door.

“No! I don't want to wait!” Becca complained.

Angel came over and grabbed her face one in of her long-fingered, orange hands. “Shut your little fucking whore mouth, sweetie, the adults are talking now,” she said, then shoved her back a few steps.

Becca lowered her eyes. “Yes, ma'am,” she whispered submissively.

“Good.” Angel returned her attention to Ryan. “I may have given you a slightly skewed idea of BDSM. I'm into forced fuck fantasies. I like to fight back. But Becca is different, her tastes. She's a submissive type, she wants to be controlled. Dominated. You'll want to give her orders. Treat her like a sex slave that has been totally broken and bent to your will.”

“I've seen a few videos,” Ryan replied. “I think I can get the hang of it.”

“Good. Now, there's only the matter of the safe word. I'm thinking...gateway, how does that sound, Becca?”

“It sounds good,” she whispered, still looking down.

Angel marched over to her and grabbed her chin, forcing her up. “What was that, you little slut?!” she snapped.

“It sounds good, ma'am!” Becca replied.

Angel smiled and traced her fingertips down the side of Becca's face. “Good girl.” She turned to face Ryan. “You're in charge, handsome. I'm just here to help out. We're going to be wanting to use this hanging rig. It's easy. I'll strap her into it.”

“Okay,” Ryan replied. He turned to face Becca. He called up his memories of those videos he'd mentioned watching earlier. “Strip. Now,” he said firmly.

Becca dropped her eyes again. “Yes, master,” she replied.

She began stripping. Angel stood behind him, doing the same. He started taking off his clothes, too. He watched Becca undress, exploring her long, limber, beautiful body as she revealed it to him, one piece of clothing at a time. She was very tall, he'd guess that she was at least six feet, maybe six one. She had even more tattoos. There was a butterfly scrawled across her taut stomach, a rose on her right hip, and a skull and crossbones on her inner left thigh. A long dragon down the outside of her right leg. A flower pedal on her left ankle.

Her belly button was pierced, too.

He found himself wanting to tell her how beautiful she was. She had a body type somewhat like Ilyse, though less muscle mass. Her breasts were small, round, and high. Ryan had personally never found small breasts unappealing. He thought of himself as an equal opportunity breast lover: he hadn't ever really come across a rack he hadn't liked. Of course, it was a shallow way to judge a woman, not that he was judging her, but when you operated purely in the sex and physical side of things, thoughts like that tended to surface.

But to tell her how beautiful she was would have broken the narrative flow of their make-believe session. Although...there was probably a way he could work it in.

“Stand up straight!” he snapped. “Arms at your sides!”

“Yes, master!” she cried, snapping to attention.

He made a show of inspecting her, walking in a slow circle around her. Once, he reached out and groped her breasts, running his fingertip around her nipples. She moaned softly and shuddered beneath his touch. Next, he walked around behind her, running his fingertips down her back and gripped her ass, squeezing it.

“Very nice,” he murmured.

He came to stand around in front of her and stared hard at her. Then he pointed down. “On your knees,” he said.

“Yes, master,” she said softly, immediately dropping to her knees.

“Now, before I fuck you, you have to earn it,” he said, reaching out and placing his hand on her head. “Let's see how good of a little fuck slave you are, Becca.”

“Yes, master. Please, master, please let me prove myself,” she said, looking up at him, her eyes incredibly sexy and pleading.

“You may begin,” Ryan replied.

“Thank you, master,” she whispered.

Becca leaned in and gripped his cock. He was surprised to find that he wasn't actually fully erect yet. He must be better at acting than he thought. Becca began by licking the head of his dick. Ryan suppressed a groan, knowing that it would break the illusion. Becca had to do a really good job and he had to be unimpressed with her, no matter how good of a job she did. He was briefly reminded of Emily's rant on sexual politics and all the bullshit games guys liked to play. He was at least glad that this one was intentional.

“Come on, we don't have all day,” Angel snapped at her.

“I'm sorry!” Becca replied, then slipped his cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head rapidly, sucking powerfully at his dick. He stood there, perfectly still, trying not to make any more sounds. Becca seemed to get the hint and brought her hand into play, sucking him off and jacking him off at the same time.

“That's better,” he murmured. “Keep going you little fuck slut,” he said.

She murmured something that was lost to them and kept going, working faster. Angel walked around behind her, placing a hand on her head.

“Come on, girl,” she said, and pushed her head forward, so that Ryan's cock pressed against the back of her throat. “You've got to earn the right. You have to work for that orgasm.”

Becca didn't fight back, though he could hear as much as feel her gag briefly. She began taking his cock even deeper into her mouth, deep-throating him.

After about another minute of this, Ryan finally placed his hand on her head. “Okay, that's enough,” he said.

Becca took his cock out of her mouth and stared up at him pleadingly.

“What do you think?” Angel asked. “Do you think she earned it?”

“I'm not sure,” Ryan replied. “I've had better blowjobs...”

“Please, please give it to me master,” Becca whispered. “Please give me your cock, master,” she said, beseechingly. “Please, I need it.”

“Well...” he stared down at her, frowning, considering, then shrugged. “Okay, so be it. I'm in a generous mood today,” he replied. He didn't know if that was going too far, it sounded really stupid to him. He was feeling generous, so he was going to get to fuck this incredibly hot chick? If anything, he should be begging her for her pussy.

But neither Angel nor Becca broke character in the slightest, so he guessed he hadn't gone too far. Becca stood up.

“Oh, thank you, master!” she said.

“Shut up. Get into position,” Ryan replied.

They spent the next several minutes getting Becca into position. The rig was intricate and looked complicated to Ryan, but both women seemed to know exactly what they were doing. The end result of this rigging was that Becca was hanging at about crotch-height off the floor. Her legs were folded up so that her heels were pressed against her thighs and her legs were spread out, knees pointing outwards. Her arms were bound at her sides and she was perfectly balanced, lying flat, her stomach facing towards the floor.

Ryan made another show of walking around. She followed him with her pleading, begging eyes, biting her lower lip. “Master, please-” she began.

“Shut up,” he replied curtly, sounding vaguely annoyed. He saw that Angel was pulling on a strap-on she'd secured from somewhere.

“Spit roast?” he asked.

Angel grinned and nodded. Ryan continued walking around her until he was behind her. Now he was rock solid and still wet from her mouth. He placed his hands on her legs and she trembled at his touch. He walked a step forward so that his cock was just about an inch shy of her vagina. He pushed it forward and she moaned softly as the head touched the outside of her pussy. He gripped his dick and began to move it slowly up and down.

“How badly do you want this?” he asked.

“So bad, master! I want it so bad please give it to me please!” she babbled.

Ryan laughed and pushed it forward a tiny bit, so that his head was just inside of her vagina. She let out a low, long moan.

“Beg for it,” he said. “Convince me I should give this to you.”

“Master, please! Please give me your cock,” she moaned. “Please! I want it so bad! I need it! I need it so bad master please!”

He suddenly thrust it forward and she screamed in pleasure and surprise. As soon as she did, Angel moved forward and shoved her false strap-on cock into Becca's open mouth. Ryan let out a small groan and stared down at her hot, tight ass, at his cock disappearing into the opening of her vagina, at her tattooed legs.

“That's right,” he whispered, then he patted her ass. “Take it like a good little fuck toy.”

She was moaning loudly. He thought she might have been saying 'thank you' over and over again, trying to get the words out past the fake cock currently fucking her mouth. Ryan continued driving into her over and over again, gripping the ropes, enjoying the tight, wet drag of her vagina. He wondered if he'd be allowed to finish inside of her and figured that it wouldn't be a problem. Perfect birth control was incredibly easy to come by nowadays and he couldn't imagine that she'd be stupid enough not to be on some kind of it.

He was still wondering if he'd even get a chance to finish when suddenly, he felt her body shudder and tremble violently. Her vaginal muscles clenched and squeezed and a hot spray of feminine juices spurted out of Becca. She was screaming, her voice muffled by the dildo, as she orgasmed. Angel pulled the fake cock from her mouth and Becca continued screaming, bucking wildly in the rig. Ryan kept fucking her, trying to enjoy what small time he had left inside of her pussy. Sure enough, when the orgasm was through, she sucked in a breath and shouted the safe word.

Sighing quietly, Ryan pulled out of her.

“Wow, you really are a bit selfish,” he said, a little frustrated, not far from an orgasm himself.

“I'm sorry,” she breathed as Angel began undoing the rig. “I just...I don't know what it is, when I come, it's like...I'm just done.”

“Would you be willing to at least let him give you a facial?” Angel asked.

“Well...”

“Oh, come on, Becca!” Angel said. “We totally just fulfilled you and your fantasy. You got a huge orgasm out of that.”

“Okay, fine! Yes, you can facialize me. Just...Angel, you gotta do the actual sucking and I want to be in the shower when it happens.”

“Fine,” Angel replied. She looked at Ryan and rolled her eyes. He laughed and shrugged awkwardly.

Once she was released from the rig, Becca stood weakly and walked over to the one empty corner in the room. She hit a button and a shower appeared out of the walls and floor, just like before. A stream of water began to run and she stepped into it. Ryan walked over and stood beside the shower, and Angel joined him, dropping onto her knees.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Uh-huh, no problem,” Angel replied.

She began sucking him off and he groaned, putting his hand on the back of her head. Becca laughed and looked down at Angel.

“How does my pussy taste?” she asked.

Angel responded by flipping her off. Becca laughed again, then yawned loudly and went back to cleaning herself up.

It didn't take Ryan too long to orgasm. After about half a minute of Angel sucking him off, he shouted for Becca to get on her knees. She did without saying anything, kneeling at the edge of the shower, facing towards him, face tilted upwards, eyes closed. Ryan pulled his cock from Angel's mouth and began jacking off as soon as he had the head of it pointed towards Becca's face. He immediately began letting off, shooting white, stringy spurts of his seed onto her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. He yelled for her to open her mouth and she did. He aimed his cock at her mouth, still having some left to give, and came directly into her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and moaned quietly as he finished up. When it was over, she licked the tip of his cock.

“Thank you,” he said.

“You're welcome,” she replied. “Thank you for getting me off. Angel was right, you're actually pretty great at this whole thing.”

“And no one's more surprised than I am about that fact,” Ryan replied.

Becca finished cleaning herself off, and Angel helped her dry herself while Ryan got into the shower. Angel guided Becca, naked, over to the single bed in the room and put her in it, covering her up with the blanket.

“Come see me again before you leave,” Becca murmured sleepily.

Angel reached forward and gently brushed some of her hair back, off her forehead, then kissed her tenderly there. “Don't worry, I will.”

“Both of you,” she said. “Ryan is cute and I want to get to know him.”

Angel laughed. “You hear that, Ryan?” she asked.

“Yes,” Ryan replied. “Thanks Becca, you're incredibly attractive yourself, and I really like you.”

“Mmm, thank you,” Becca murmured.

Angel joined him in the shower and they cleaned each other off. When they were finished, they dried and dressed. Becca was sound asleep.

“Will she be okay?” Ryan asked as they headed for the exit.

“Yeah, this is a safe place. Besides, the room's paid for and it'll lock behind us. Come on, the night's still young, I want to have some more fun.”

“And you want me to come along?” Ryan replied. “I'm not exactly the fun type.”

Angel laughed. “Sure you are! You're good company. Now come on.”

She took his hand and led him towards the exit.

…

Colleen felt strange.

Here she was, walking along the street of tropical island with her best friend who had become her girlfriend. She'd sometimes fantasized about Syl, about what she might look like naked, about how her lips might feel, might taste...sometimes, she'd even approached working up the courage to make some kind of move on her during their many nights spent together, toking up, watching some crazy cartoon or movie.

But she had always fallen short.

And now, thanks to Ryan, here she was, dating not one but two fantastic people who genuinely seemed to care about her. They'd had fun today, all three of them, but eventually Ryan had gone off on his own. Okay, to be honest, Syl had kind of shooed him away. They had had a good, long day together, but Colleen got the feeling Syl was getting a little tired, and maybe looking to get some time with Colleen alone.

And Colleen was kind of looking forward to that, too.

Now they were coming back to the hotel, the two of them walking along, holding hands, not saying anything. There was a kind blissful peace to that, to just walking together quietly. Colleen thought about her relationships as they walked up to the room. It was different with Ryan. That felt more like how other relationship had gone, since she was still getting to know him. But Syl...she knew Syl really well.

It was...interesting.

They got up to their room and stripped down naked. Colleen felt her worries and thoughts drift away as they settled beneath the blankets and fired up a mystery cartoons series she’d recently found and binge-watched, called Mind’s Eye Blind, that she was more than happy to binge-watch again in order to experience it with Syl.

They managed to get through two episodes of Mind's Eye Blind before something happened. At first, Colleen didn't realize what was happening. She thought Syl was just shifting, trying to get more comfortable, but near the end of the second episode the little xenian was almost openly fondling her breasts.

“Okay, I give, what do you want?” Colleen asked, choosing not to start the next episode in the series, turning her attention to Syl.

She smiled bashfully and bit her lip. “I'm sorry,” she said. “I just...your boobs. They're so big and soft and warm and I love them.”

Colleen laughed. “You make it sound like you worship them or something.”

“No, Ryan worships them...though he's not wrong to. You have like the perfect boobs. What are they, d-cup?”

“Double-ds,” Colleen replied. “And besides, your boobs are better.”

“What? No way! I barely made it to a c cup. And mine don't have fur...” Syl replied, running her hands over Colleen's breasts again.

“Big boobs aren't exactly the best things in the world,” Colleen replied.

“I know I'm just being selfish, but I love them. I love looking at them and touching them...can we have sex?” she asked, suddenly looking up.

Colleen blinked in surprise. “That was kind of...abrupt. But yeah, I'd like that. Your fondling has got me all horny,” she replied. She was surprised by how calmly she'd answered the question. The thought of sex with Syl still excited and enticed her, and it was something she'd thought about often enough. She supposed she really was settling into this.

“Good,” Syl whispered.

She leaned in and kissed her fully on the mouth. She darted her little tongue into her mouth and Colleen moaned softly, loving the feel of it, the passion, the intimacy. She finally had a girlfriend...and a boyfriend.

The thought made her even hornier.

She had spent years in sexual seclusion, the only person she could count on to scratch that particular itch being herself. And she had gotten good at it, but it was a very lonely task. Colleen gasped as she felt Syl nimbly reach down, fit her little hand between her thick thighs, and found her clit with a surprising dexterity and speed.

“Mmm, oh Syl...” she whispered and moaned.

Syl laughed softly as she began to rub her clit. “You like that?” she whispered.

“Yes, yes...” Colleen groaned.

Waves of hot, exciting pleasure radiated through her nether regions, up into her belly. She began panting, spreading her legs open, shuddering slightly. Syl was really good at this kind of stuff, she had realized. Syl lowered her head and began sucking on one of her nipples. Colleen moaned again, louder, unable to control herself. She was discovering that she was very noisy when it came to the sexual stuff. Syl suddenly slipped a finger inside of her and she cried out, arching her hips, unable to fully control herself, moaning Syl's name.

“You're so good at this...” she moaned.

“Thank you,” Syl said. “Here...let's get each other off so we can get back to watching the show. Cause I really do like watching it with you...it's just that being so horny is so distracting.”

“O-okay,” Colleen managed to reply. Syl was pushing up now, into her most sensitive spot, and the pleasure was exploding through her.

“Let me eat your pussy, then you can eat mine, then we can grind until we both come, okay?” Syl asked, her voice a low, sensual purr.

“Yeah,” Colleen replied.

Syl smiled, leaned up, and kissed her on the lips. Then she lowered herself until she was between Colleen's legs. She braced herself, holding her breath as she felt Syl spread the lips of her pussy, felt her hot breath against her sensitive bits. Then she cried out and twisted as Syl's tongue met her clit and she began licking.

“Oh, oh Syl, oh yes, yes,” she panted, moaning. “Oh my God it feels so fucking good!”

Syl kept this up for another minute or so, then pulled her head back. “Sorry, jaw's getting tired. Could you do me now?” she asked.

“Yeah...yeah, sure,” Colleen replied, breathing heavily, willing her heart to slow down.

Syl laughed as they switched positions. “You're really easy to stimulate, you know that?”

“I guess so,” Colleen replied.

Okay, Colleen, she thought as she laid down in between Syl's slim, pale thighs, you've done this before. You can do it again. It's not that hard.

She spread the thin lips of Syl's vagina, finding her little clit, and leaned her head in. Originally, she'd expected it to taste or smell bad or weird, but there was something clean about Syl. She was almost totally tasteless. It was a pleasant experience. Colleen heard her gasp as she stuck the tip of her tongue out and made contact with her clit. Colleen slid her hands down under her thighs and came up the other side, gripping her thighs and pulling her legs open more. She began to use her lower lip in addition to her tongue, causing Syl to scream in pleasure.

“Colleen, that fucking tongue of yours!” she cried, reaching down and running her fingers through Colleen's hair, grinding her hips up against her face. “I want to ride it all night long!” she cried passionately.

Colleen wanted to tell her that that wasn't very likely, but instead she just kept going, pulling her legs open a little further, burying her face in her girlfriend's vagina a little more deeply. She kept going for as long as she could, wanting to give Syl lots of pleasure, at least as much as Syl had given her, but already her jaw and tongue were getting tired. That was something she definitely needed to work on: stamina, for Syl's sake and for Ryan's. Though sucking dick seemed to be easier than eating pussy. Finally, she pulled her head up.

“Sorry,” she said, “now my jaw is sore.”

“It's okay...it's okay...” Syl breathed, trying to catch her breath. “Oh wow. That fucking rough tongue of yours...oh boy, it's something else.”

Colleen laughed. “I'm glad you like it.”

“Let's get into position. I'm ready to get off.”

They shifted position, moving closer to the center of the bed. Colleen had always been worried that scissoring wouldn't do it for her. She'd watched porn where lesbians did it together and they seemed to enjoy it so much...she knew that porn was always overacted, but she'd had concerns that it wouldn't get her off. But her two experiences with it so far had been fantastic. Either she and Syl were just really good at it or it just was generally better than it looked. They both sat down, facing each other, and fitted their hips together, legs open and apart. Colleen felt a bolt of white-hot excitement and pleasure shoot through her as their vaginas met.

She looked across the length of their bodies at Syl's face, which was tilted slightly upwards, her features screwed up in concentration as she gyrated her hips, grinding against Colleen's nether regions. She looked so damned cute and sexy, sweat standing out on her skin, little moans of pleasure escaping her mouth. Colleen could feel her own orgasm building inside of her, a powerful maelstrom of emotional and physical energy welling up, preparing for an explosion. She'd always been pretty decent at making herself orgasm, and they were always nice events, but there was something about Syl and Ryan that just made them outright explosive.

“I'm-I'm-” Syl babbled.

“Me too!” Colleen cried.

Both women began to cry out nearly at the same time. Colleen felt herself losing control, felt the orgasm ripping through her, felt her muscles contracting and twitching, her hot juices spewing out of her. She could feel Syl orgasming as well, her own juices coming out, their bodily fluids mixing. The orgasms continued for what felt like quite awhile, but finally petered out and left them both lying on their backs, chests heaving.

“Whoa,” Colleen said.

“Yeah...I felt that,” Syl replied.

They both laid there for a minute longer, then Syl shifted. “We made a mess,” she observed.

“Uh-huh,” Colleen replied.

“We'll have to find some new blankets, and soon, before it soaks through the blankets and into the sheets...”

“Blarghhhh...I'm feeling lazy,” Colleen complained.

Syl laughed, groaned, and then stood up. She began pulling the blankets out from beneath Colleen who rolled and shifted and eventually found herself lying on the sheets which, luckily, had remained untouched by all of their orgasm juices. She watched as Syl walked, naked, across the room, the blankets bundled up in her arms, to the laundry chute, and tossed the whole bundle down it. Then she retrieved a big, comfy blue blanket from the closet and returned to the bed. She spread it out over the bed, over Colleen, and then laid down beneath it and curled up against Colleen again. After she finished settling, she let out a contented sigh.

“Now I'm very, very happy,” Syl said. “And now we can watch the show.”

“I'm sticky,” Colleen replied.

Syl sighed. “I know. Me too, but now I'm too lazy to get up and shower. We'll do it later, okay?” she replied.

“Okay.”

Colleen turned on the next episode and put her arm around Syl.

CHAPTER 06

Her name was Mira.

She was absolutely beautiful.

Ryan found it difficult to believe how lucky he was. So much had happened during this vacation to the White Sand Islands. The threesome with Ilyse and Emily. The sex with Love, and then Love doing him a solid favor by hooking him up with her beautiful quine friend Elena. And the fun, brutal fuck session he'd had with Angel and Becca. And, of course, the fact that he was officially dating both Colleen and Syl.

And things had only gotten more fun from there.

It had been a few days since the night that they had started dating. It had been fun, very relaxing. Ryan spent his time either with Syl, or Colleen, or both of them. Sometimes he was 'loaned out' to one of the other girls, but for the most part they seemed content to try and find their own partners on the island.

Today, the three of them had woken up in their hotel room and Colleen decided she wanted to continue her girl’s night and have a girl's day out with Angel, so he and Syl had decided to walk around the island and see what they could find to do. They had already decided as a group that they were going to leave tomorrow and get back into the thick of things. So he and Syl had walked around, at first having breakfast, then walking through the city, seeing the sights.

At lunch, they had met a woman named Mira.

Ryan and Syl had stopped at a burger joint, ordered their food and took a seat at one of the outdoors tables. They'd been talking and eating when they'd noticed a shadow falling across their table. They'd both looked over to see an extremely attractive dysil standing there, wearing a somewhat timid smile.

“Hi,” she had said.

“Hello,” Syl replied.

“So...I realize this is kind of weird but...want to hang out?” she asked.

Syl had glanced briefly at Ryan, and he had nodded slightly. He was interested in this mysterious, beautiful dysil who had decided to just walk up to them like this. It was brave. It sure wasn't something he could do.

“Yes,” Syl had said.

“I'm Mira,” the dysil had replied as she’d sat down.

And that's how it began.

Mira was a stewardess for an intergalactic travel service. She explained that she worked hard half of every year to make enough money to take the rest of the year off. She had just gotten off of the most recent six month haul and had decided to immediately start her vacation on the White Sand Islands. And, for some reason, she had decided to talk with them.

Ryan couldn't help but keep checking her out as they spent the next several hours together, walking across the island, getting to know each other. Her orange skin was lighter and brighter than Angel's was and it made her seem very vibrant. Her horns were stylized with a pink dye and she wore her shoulder-length red hair down. She wore a simple, thin black tanktop and black jogging shorts that really accented her wonderfully curvy body. He felt kind of bad about checking her out so much, but there was something about her demeanor, something in the way she looked at him or Syl, or some of the things she said, that seemed to subtly indicate that she was okay with it. Almost that she was encouraging it.

He also quickly became attracted to Mira for a variety of other reasons. She was, once her shyness fell away, very energetic. She laughed easily, didn't seem adverse to any of things Syl or Ryan suggested over the span of their several hours together, was clearly pretty smart and had a lot of funny stories to tell.

Now they were walking along the beach in front of the hotel Syl and Ryan were standing at. They'd fallen silent as the sun headed for the horizon.

“So…” Mira said after a little while. “You two are together, right?” she asked.

“Yes. We're dating,” Syl replied. “Why?”

“I'm just kind of curious. Inter-species dating seems pretty rare. Especially where humans are concerned...uh, no offense.”

“No, it's fine. I agree. It sucks.”

“What drew you to each other?”

Syl and Ryan looked at each other briefly, then grinned. Syl laughed. “Well, we're both pretty...open. Uh, fully disclosure, we're actually in a three-way relationship. Our other...partner, Colleen, is a cyvit and she's here on the island with us. As well as our friends.”

“Wow...that's so interesting,” Mira said. “I don't think I've ever encountered anyone so...open and okay with inter-species relations.”

“We do seem like a rarity,” Syl agreed. “Any particular reason you're so interested?”

“Uh...well...maybe,” Mira replied, her awkward shyness immediately coming back.

“You seem really cool and nice Mira,” Syl said. “It seems like you want to ask us something. We're really laid back and open. If the answer is no, it won't be a big deal.”

Mira nodded. “Okay, okay, fair enough. I'm...this is kind of hard for me. I've been trying to be more open and social this year and it isn't easy. So...would you two be open to having a threesome with me tonight?”

“I'm okay with it,” Syl said, glancing at Ryan.

“Enthusiastically yes,” he replied, causing Syl to laugh.

“Well, there you go, Mira.” She stuck out her hand. “Care to come up to our room? We've got a big bed.”

Mira grinned and took Syl's hand, then Ryan's as well.  “Yes, definitely.”

“I'll call Colleen and let her know what's up,” Ryan said. He activated his Link and set it to reach out to Colleen's internal data device. A few seconds passed, then she picked up.

“Hey, babe, what's up?”

“Hey. Syl and I have run into a dysil named Mira who's feeling...adventurous. We're going to take her back to the room for a threesome. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that'd be fine, actually. I've got a horny dysil of my own to deal with. Angel has gotten really, really uh...handsy, and gropy, and kissy. She says she’s feeling adventurous and wants me to spend the night and I have to say I really want to.”

“Awesome, have fun.”

“You too.”

“All right,” he said, coming out of his Link as they finished walking up the beach and began to make their way up to the hotel itself. “Colleen is spending the night with Angel, so we've got the room for the night.”

“You up for spending the night?” Syl asked.

“Probably,” Mira replied. “I guess, if the threesome goes well, yeah.”

“I feel pretty confident it'll go well,” Syl said, grinning.

They kept walking.

…

Ryan was starting to really feel that strangely potent mix of excitement and apprehension as he rode the elevator up with Syl and Mira. He was looking at Mira with open interest, now that everything was out in the open.

Her body type reminded him of Angel, though not quite as curvy as she was. She was a bit trimmer, more athletic. She seemed to be even more vibrant now, her face a bit flushed. He wondered if she was as nervous as he was. Well, probably more so, given that this might be the first time she'd engaged in a basically random threesome.

He planned to show her a good time.

The elevator came to a halt and let them off at their floor. The three of them left it, making their way through the halls until they came to his, Syl's, and Colleen's shared room. He felt Mira squeeze his hand a bit harder as they came closer. Glancing behind her, he saw that her thin black tail was twitching back and forth.

They came to the door and Syl opened it up. They went inside. Mira looked around as Ryan closed the door behind them.

“Whoa,” she said. “Really nice place.”

“Yep, we go all out when we go on vacation,” Syl replied. She turned around and fixed Mira with a sly smile. “So...you wanna get started?” she asked, taking off her shirt, which had a build-in bra, freeing her high, firm pale breasts.

“Yeah...yes,” Mira replied, staring at Syl's chest.

“They're really nice, aren't they?” Ryan asked as she shucked his shirt.

“Beautiful,” Mira replied.

“Let's see yours, I've been dying to look at them all night,” Syl said.

“Same,” Ryan added.

Mira laughed nervously and then took off her shirt. She hesitated briefly, then pulled off her sports bra and dropped it. Then she stood nervously before them. Ryan joined Syl in staring at her breasts. They were very, very nice. Large, round, firm, topped by beautiful, light pink nipples. Mira laughed again, then started chewing on her lip.

“So...you like?” she asked.

“We love,” Syl replied. “Come on, let's finish getting naked, I'm super horny.”

No one argued with that. The three of them finished stripping. Ryan got a good look at Mira's well-padded, smooth, light orange ass as she climbed into the bed ahead of him. Her hips were wonderfully full and her thighs were pleasantly padded. They all got onto the bed together and Ryan and Syl made sure Mira laid down in between them. As he laid to her right, he found himself staring into her vivid blue eyes.

“So...uh, how do we start this?” Mira asked.

Ryan leaned in and kissed her. She made a small, pleasantly startled sound and kissed him back. Her lips were full and wet and warm. He reached out and placed a hand gently on one of her large, full breasts, then began to grope and massage it. She pushed herself against him, letting her hands run over his body, touching him everywhere. Her hand got down in between them, found the rigid length of his cock and made a fist around it, giving it a careful squeeze.

Mira broke away from the kiss briefly. “I-I've never done it with a human before,” she said, excited but still nervous. “I don't-I mean, there's nothing, uh, different, for me to expect? Or,” she looked over her shoulder at Syl, who was running her small hand over Mira's big ass, “with a xenian either,” she added.

“We've both had sex with a dysil before,” Syl replied. She grinned, leaned in and kissed Mira. “You don't have to worry, everything will be fine.” Then she began kissing Mira more intently, and Ryan let her go, watching her roll over to face Syl. He stared intently as the two women began to kiss passionately. Both of them began groping each other, orange and white hands roving over each others' bodies, touching and massaging and rubbing. Unable to keep himself out for long, he got up against Mira's backside. Reaching around and groping one of her huge breasts, he began kissing her neck, which she really seemed to like.

After a little bit, they got her onto her back again and both slid down a little further.

“What-” Mira began, then moaned as they both began to lick her nipples. “Oh wow, oh my, that-that's...holy shit that's nice,” she whispered, reaching down and placing a hand on the back of their heads. They began to suck on her big tits, pleasuring and stimulating her more. Then, suddenly, she let out a gasp as Ryan reached down, got his hand between her thick orange thighs and found her clit. He began to massage it gently.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped, then let out a long moan. “Oh that's...fuck!” she moaned.

They kept sucking on her large breasts until Syl decided it was time to move on to the next phase of the encounter. She got down in between Mira's thick thighs, pushing her legs open, and laid down so that her face was right in front of Mira's crotch.

“You ready?” Syl asked, looking up at her.

“Yeah,” Mira replied. “I'm ready.”

Ryan watched as Syl leaned in, spreading the lips of Mira's pussy, and started licking her clit. Mira let out a long, powerful moan of intense pleasure as Syl ate her out. “Oh fuck!” she groaned. “Fuck, Syl, that's so good...”

Ryan leaned and resumed sucking on her big, beautiful breasts. He wanted to show Mira a good time. Although spending half a day together could hardly be called getting to know someone, he and Syl seemed to click with her on a very basic level. They could at least ascertain that they were like-minded. She also seemed inexperienced. Perhaps not in sex itself, but at least in sexual adventures like the one she was having now. Especially because of the fact that she seemed not to have slept with anyone outside of her own species.

Soon, Ryan moved back up higher. As soon as he kissed her, Mira grabbed him and kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue into his mouth. They twined their tongues, sharing saliva, kissing deeply and passionately. Abruptly, she broke away from the kiss and let out a cry of desperate pleasure. She was coming. Ryan glanced down just in time to see Syl lift her head as a jet of clear sex juices escaped Mira's pussy as she came and began writhing around on the bed. Both of them started intently as the sexy dysil orgasmed.

When it was over, she took a deep breath and let it out.

“Holy fuck,” she said. “I've never been eaten out by a girl.”

“Really?” Syl asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I've...I've kind of flirted with the idea for awhile now. I've made out with girls and been fingered by them, but we never went any further. That was fucking amazing. I wish I had started doing this sooner.”

Syl grinned. “Just wait til my boyfriend fucks you,” she replied.

“Speaking of which...can we start that? That orgasm only made me hornier,” Mira replied.

“Gladly,” Ryan said.

“You two get started, I'm gonna go wash up really quick, you made a mess on me, Mira,” Syl said, getting off the bed.

“Sorry...”

“Oh, don't be. I'm not. It was hot.”

Ryan got on top of Mira, staring down at her. She looked up at him, seeming a bit more comfortable now that they'd gotten through the foreplay.

“Will you be okay with it if I finish inside of you?” he asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine with that,” she replied. She grinned. “Thanks for asking.”

“You're welcome. It seems like a question worth asking.”

He laid down on top of her and guided himself into her hot, wet pussy. She gasped and then moaned as he penetrated her. Reaching up, she grabbed him and pulled him down closer to her, then began to kiss him. Ryan groaned, she was so fucking wet inside. Soon, he had worked his way completely into her. As their hips started meeting harder, Mira wrapped her legs around him, pushing up against him, forcing him even deeper into her.

“Oh fuck yes!” she cried as they fucked.

Syl returned a moment later and climbed back onto the bed. “Well, it looks like someone is enjoying themselves...mind if I get in the middle?” she asked. “There's this awesome position I think you're going to like, Mira.”

“Yeah, I'm okay with it,” she said.

“Ryan doesn't even have to pull out.”

Ryan knew which position she was talking about. He got up so that he was resting on his knees and brought Mira's legs up. She held them in place as Syl carefully got in between them, locking Mira's legs into place with her own legs. Resting on her shins now, Syl leaned forward and laid against Mira. They began kissing as Ryan resumed fucking Mira's wonderful dysil pussy. He fucked her for a bit longer as the women made out, then he pulled out and put his cock up into Syl's pussy, which was resting right above Mira's now.

Syl let out a loud moan as he penetrated her. As usual, she was incredibly hot and very, very tight. He loved fucking her. Resting his hands on her hips, he fucked her from behind, staring at her tight, pale ass. He fucked her for a good few minutes as they made out, until Mira started begging for more, so he put it back inside of her, groaning again. Fucking her was such an insane pleasure. Being inside of a woman he had never fucked before seemed to ratchet up the pleasure several notches for reasons he probably hadn't entirely thought about.

Not much thinking was going on at the moment.

Ryan reached around, first groping Syl's nice tits as he fucked Mira, then reaching down and groping Mira's huge tits. After a bit longer, he put it back into Syl, who, when he did this, suddenly reached down between herself and Mira and started to rub her clit.

“Oh fuck...keep going, Ryan...keep going...oh fuck yes!” she shrieked as she started coming.

Ryan groaned as a fresh wave of sexual bliss hit him. Syl's pussy twitched and spasmed as a spray of hot sex juices jetted out of her, all over his and Mira's thighs. As she finished and lay against Mira, panting, Ryan pulled out of her and pushed his cock back into Mira's pussy, ready to blow off as well now.

He kept fucking her, going faster and harder, causing her to cry out. He wondered if any of the other girls were hearing this. Ryan kept going and going and going and then it happened. He grunted as his dick began its orgasm with that first hard contraction, a rough kick inside of the tight confines of Mira's pussy. Gasping in pleasure, Ryan felt his cock continue to kick as it ejected his seed deep into Mira, filling her up until he had nothing left to give. As the orgasm petered out, he carefully pulled out of her and fell back onto the bed.

It was either that or collapse onto Syl and Mira.

“So...” Syl asked, pushing herself up. “How was your first inter-species threesome?” she asked, then blew a limp strand of red hair away.

“Incredible,” she replied.

“Have you decided whether or not you're going to spend the night?” Ryan asked.

“Oh yeah, I'm definitely spending the night,” Mira replied firmly. “I want a lot more sex, if you would be willing.”

Both Ryan and Syl laughed. “I think we can do that,” Syl said. “How about we all get in the hot tub in the bathroom and see what happens next.”

“Sounds great,” Mira replied, standing up. Syl got up after her.

Ryan pulled himself up off the bed and followed the two naked women into the bathroom.

…

“Yeah, we should...”

“He won’t be mad?”

“No, he’ll fucking love it, are you kidding? Just get into position, okay?”

“Okay. I’m so fucking horny...”

Ryan was barely aware of what was happening, he was still so tired. That seemed to be happening a lot lately. He felt the blankets on him being shifted, the bed around him moving. Clearly Syl and Mira were doing something…

He groaned suddenly as his cock became enveloped in a pocket of pure, hot, wet pleasure.

“Oh yeah, he really likes that,” Mira murmured.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, reaching down almost automatically and settling his hand on the back of Syl’s head. She moaned as she rapidly bobbed her head, sucking him off like a whore, covering his cock in her saliva.

After a few seconds, she took his cock from her mouth, but kept it firmly in her grasp. “Good morning, lover boy,” she said, her voice husky. “You’ve got a guest to satisfy.”

“What-oh fuck yes,” he groaned as he felt another burst of pleasure envelope his cock.

He fully opened his eyes now and looked down the length of his body. He could see Mira’s fat, light-orange ass as she took his cock into her bare alien pussy. Her tail twitched back and forth as she moaned loudly, fucking his cock slowly and smoothly.

“Mira, you have got the most amazing ass,” he groaned, laying there and letting fuck his cock, pleasuring both of them immensely.

“You think so?” she moaned. “I was thinking about-oh fuck-losing some weight.”

“That’s up to you but I think you are so goddamned hot,” he groaned, reaching out and running his hands over her smooth ass.

“Agreed, I am in fucking love with your curvaceous body,” Syl murmured, reaching out and cupping one of her breasts in her hand.

“Good to know...oh yes!” Mira moaned, and started going faster. She panted in desperate pleasure as she fucked herself with his cock, burying it deep and hard inside of her. He felt an orgasm coming on, and so apparently did she.

“Wait,” Mira groaned, pausing, “don’t come yet.”

“Okay...why not?” he asked.

“I really want it in my ass,” she replied.

“Oh fuck yes,” Ryan said immediately.

“Got you covered,” Syl said, and pulled his cock from Mira’s pussy. She had some lube out and quickly lubed his dick up.

“You are such an amazing girlfriend,” he groaned as she laid his lube-covered cock at Mira’s ass. The dysil began to lower herself, taking him into herself.

“I know,” she replied. “I expect a phenomenal session of pussy eating from both of you after this, by the way.”

“You got it,” Ryan groaned.

“Yep,” Mira moaned loudly. The pleasure burned into him as Mira rode his cock with her thick, beautiful, light-orange ass. Her tail was twitching back for even more powerfully now. Keeping one hand on her big ass, he reached out with his other and gently gripped her tail at its base. Mira cried out as he did this.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes...” she moaned loudly. “Fuck, yes. Don’t let go...pull on it a little. Just a little.”

He pulled on her tail gently and she yelled in pleasure. “Keep going! I’m gonna...fucking...” He pulled again, a little harder, tightening his grip on her thin black tail.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed and began riding his cock harder, then he felt a hot wave of her alien sex juices all over his thighs and balls.

Ryan let go, moaning loudly as he began to come, his orgasm bursting into existence, filling him with a vividly intense pleasure. He lost himself in a sea of bliss as his cock jerked and twitched violently, spasming as it spurt his load out as fast as it could. He filled her ass with his seed, letting go of her tail and grabbing her broad hips, pulling her against him. Mira screamed in sexual release as she grinded her huge ass against him, letting him come inside of her, climaxing along with him. It was nothing but pure bliss.

When it was over, he released her and she moaned, falling forward, his cock slipping out of her, both of them gasping and sweaty.

“Fuck,” Mira whispered.

“You enjoy yourself? Happy you approached some strangers for some casual sex?” Syl asked, grinning at both of them.

“Yes. You two are just awesome. I’m so glad I lucked out with you,” Mira replied.

“Glad you think so,” Ryan replied. “You are fucking awesome too.”

“Let’s go be awesome in the shower,” Syl said. “I’m horny.”

“You got it, babe,” Ryan replied, getting up.

Mira joined them and they headed for the shower.

…

Ryan was feeling kind of intimidated.

He was walking through cool dimness of the island, making for the hotel again. It had been a pretty good day. Okay, an excellent day. After sex and a shower with Mira and Syl, they’d spent some time together, mainly just relaxing and then taking a nice, leisurely walk around the island. Sometime in the afternoon, Mira had decided to go try her luck again for some casual sex, and they’d wished her luck and farewell.

From there, they’d hooked back up with Colleen and had a nice, long, slow lovemaking session back in the hotel, then had dinner at a seafood place. Ryan was just coming back from that actually. The three of them had stuck around for almost three hours, just talking about stuff. And then he’d gotten a text message from Emily that informed him that she and Ilyse were back at their hotel room, tipsy, horny, and sexually frustrated, as they’d failed to find anyone to fuck them for the night. And then basically demanded that he come fuck them.

So that’s where he was going.

Sex with Emily, and now Ilyse, always intimidated him to some degree. Though now they were tipsy and horny and sexually frustrated, so he wondered if they might hurt him on accident. He was still intimidated by just how fucking tall and strong they were. Although that still wasn’t going to stop him, and he did trust them.

And this sex was probably going to be fucking awesome.

He came to the hotel and moved through the front lobby, hurrying to get to the elevators. Once he got there, he rode one up to the top floor and stepped out. No one was around, though he saw that Emily and Ilyse’s door was open, and he could hear them talking. Emily sounded loud. He’d never seen her drunk.

Or tipsy, as she put it. He thought he remembered her complaining about how difficult it was for her to get drunk, which made sense given her sheer size and constitution. He came and stood in the open doorway, peering in.

“Hey, there he is.”

He saw Ilyse in a sports bra and panties standing in front of the mini-fridge the room came with, and he could see Emily’s long, sexy, naked legs coming off the bed.

“Ryan?” Emily asked.

“Present,” he replied.

“Fucking get in here,” she said.

“Yes ma’am.”

Emily laughed as he came in. He saw that she was lying on the bed, completely naked, staring up at the ceiling. “That’s what I really like about you Ryan. You don’t bullshit around or hesitate, for the most part, you just do it.” She sat partway up, resting on her elbows, and fixed him with a stare. “And right now ‘it’ is my pussy. You need to do it. Like...now.”

“Uh, okay,” he replied.

He was already getting hard just looking at her huge, beautiful, pale body. All glorious seven feet of her. He quickly began stripping down. She had her legs spread open, her pussy right there at fucking level, at the edge of the bed.

She was clearly very wet. There was an empty bottle of wine on the bed next to her.

“I was hoping to get my pussy eaten,” Ilyse said as she stepped back from the mini-fridge.

“Ugh, no, come on! I want my pussy fucked like right now!” Emily complained. Before Ilyse could respond, she sighed. “Just come here, I’ll eat you.”

“Fair enough,” Ilyse replied merrily, shedding her sports bra and panties. Ryan finished getting naked and couldn’t help but look over at the other beautiful Amazonian woman. Damn, did he look forward to fucking her, too. There was something just sexy about Ilyse in a different way from Emily. Ilyse was slim and athletic while Emily was busty and built. Fuck, he was so goddamned lucky to be with these two women.

“Hurry up!” Emily complained.

“She gets bitchy when she’s drunk and horny,” Ilyse said as she climbed onto the bed.

“Oh like you don’t,” Emily grumbled as Ryan stepped up to her.

“No, I don’t. Now shut up and eat pussy, you big slut,” Ilyse replied, settling over Emily’s face. She began to say something, but by the way Ilyse let out a loud moan, it seemed evident that she’d done as she was told and started eating pussy.

Ryan laid his cock against the entrance of Emily’s own perfect Amazonian vagina, feeling the heat coming off of her, and then slipped inside of her. Now it was Emily’s turn to moan loudly, and Ryan joined her.

“Holy fuck, Emily, your pussy is so fucking perfect,” he groaned as he grabbed her huge, broad hips and began driving into her.

Emily let out a muffled scream of pleasure as he started fucking her pussy. She was absurdly tight, and hot, and so wet inside. Ryan was immediately lost in a world of bliss and intense pleasure. He sunk his fingertips in, gripping her harder, as he pounded her pussy. She wanted a pounding, so she was going to get one.

“Oh fuck Emily,” Ilyse moaned. “Yes, girl, eat that fucking pussy!”

Ryan looked up from his cock disappearing into Emily’s pale, bald pussy over and over again, and instead focused on Ilyse’s beautifully fit ass as she rode Emily’s tongue. The two tall women looked absurdly sexy. Ryan grinned as he looked back down at Emily’s seriously wet pussy. It was time to bring it up to ten for her. He laid his hand flat against her lower belly and his thumb found her clit. He felt her whole body tense in anticipation of this, and waited just a few seconds too long, then began to rub her clit.

“Oh Ryan yes!” Emily shrieked, muffled by Ilyse’s crotch.

He gave her a wild ride, pounding her brains out as hard as he could while furiously thumbing her clit.

Emily was coming within ten seconds.

Ryan groaned as he felt her vaginal muscles clench hard around his cock, making her pussy even tighter, and then that wonderfully hot, powerful spray of sex juices escaping her pussy, getting all over his balls and thighs. Emily screamed her way through her orgasm and Ryan couldn’t help himself. He started coming along with her, pumping that sweet pussy of hers absolutely full of his seed. He grunted and moaned and panted in raw ecstasy as he orgasmed inside of her, his seed escaping him in hard contractions, both of them coming together.

He loved coming inside of a woman that was also coming.

When they were both finished, Ryan pulled out and sat down. Emily was apparently done eating Ilyse out, because the woman dismounted her face and then sat down facing Ryan, staring intently at him. “My turn,” she said.

“Your turn,” he agreed. “How do you want this?”

“I want to ride your cock,” she replied.

He immediately crawled onto the bed, towards her. He was still hard and ready to go. As soon as he got close enough, Ilyse guided him over onto his back and then pushed him down, grinning fiercely at him. The brunette Amazonian straddled him, reaching down between them and gripping his cock. She slipped it into her wonderfully tight, wet pussy and took him inside of her, slowly sliding down his rigid length.

“Oh fuck yes,” she whispered as she took his entire length into her. He groaned and reached out, gripping her firm hips, and she began to ride him. She moved slowly at first, as though relishing the sex, the penetration, the pleasure. She moaned loudly as she then began to go faster, her high, firm breasts bouncing seductively as she rode him. Ryan stared up at her as she fucked him, pushing him hard down into the mattress. Ilyse looked like a warrior sex goddess, totally lost in the act of fucking that she was throwing herself headlong into.

Being fucked by her, and by Emily, was truly amazing.

Ilyse was moaning even louder now, panting and moaning furiously, and suddenly she grabbed him by the shoulders, staring hard at him as she began to furiously grind against him, stirring his cock around inside of her.

“Oh...fuck...Ryan!” she screamed.

And then he could feel her coming. Holy fuck, he could feel her orgasm and it was glorious. He began fucking up into her, furiously stuffing his cock into her orgasming pussy over and over again, as fast as he could, making her scream in bliss even louder, and the pleasure sent him catapulting over the edge of a second climax.

He gripped her hips tightly, holding her close to him as he began to come inside of her, filling the second Amazonian pussy of the night with his seed in hot, thick, powerful spurts. He could hear himself grunting, feel his hips jerking in response to his climax, but all of this came to him from a distance, as he felt like he was floating in euphoric perfection, completely lost in that sea of orgasmic exuberance.

His orgasm came to an end and Ryan opened his eyes.

Ilyse was staring down at him, smiling sweetly and sedately, apparently calmed down now that she’d fucked and come.

“You look really cute,” she murmured.

“You look extremely sexy,” he replied sleepily. After all that had happened today, over the past few days, honestly, he was getting tired earlier.

The bed shifted and Emily stood up. “Okay, you two, I’m feeling lucky,” she said, stretching and then heading for the bathroom.

“Lucky?” Ilyse asked.

“Yep!” Emily called as she turned on the shower. “Gonna go out looking for some dick! Still horny!”

“I think I’m done for the night,” Ilyse replied.

“Fair enough.”

Ilyse got off of Ryan and laid beside him. She rested a hand on his chest and began rub it slowly and affectionately. “Will you stay here with me tonight?” she asked.

“Yeah. I’ll need to update the ladies, but yeah.”

“Which ladies?” Ilyse asked.

“Colleen and Syl...oh, you don’t know. We’re uh, we’ve decided to enter into a relationship. It won’t really change our relationship with anyone else, but we’re just a bit more, um, serious now, I guess.”

She smiled. “That’s so sweet. I think you’d be good for Colleen.”

He laughed. “Not for Syl, though?”

“Syl can take care of herself. I mean, Colleen can, too, it’s just...she’s a gloomy girl. And she has reason to be. She can handle her professional life, it’s just her personal life that I think she could use some love in. You’d be good for that. And so would Syl, really. I’m glad she finally figured out that a relationship between her and Syl would be a good thing.”

“Well...I guess I just hope I can make them both happy,” he said, considering it.

“Just keep doing like you’ve been doing. I think you’ll be okay.”

He nodded and then opened up his Link, contacting Colleen and Syl and seeing if his plans to spend the night with Ilyse ran counter to their own plans or hopes. They said it would be fine and told him to have fun. He wished them much the same. By the time he was done, Emily was already finished with her shower and drying off.

“I need a shower,” Ilyse murmured. “You always blow the biggest fucking loads.”

“Well...you’re really fucking hot,” he replied. “And Amazonian pussy is just...unbelievable.”

“Goddamn right it is,” Emily said. She came out into the room and quickly pulled on a tanktop and some jogging shorts. “All right, have fun you two.”

“You as well,” Ilyse replied.

Emily headed out, leaving the two of them alone. They got up and headed into the bathroom. Ilyse restarted the shower and they both got in, then began the process of cleaning themselves off. She took one of the showerheads down and aimed it at her pussy. “Seriously, huge loads,” she murmured as he grabbed some soap.

“Seriously hot pussy,” he replied, and she snorted.

“I, uh, have a request,” she said as she finished and replaced the showerhead. “It might be a little strange.”

“I doubt it,” he replied. “What is it?”

She sighed. “This is hard to ask.” He waited. Ilyse laughed suddenly. “In a way, it’s harder to ask because it’s so stupid that it’s hard to ask. Whatever. Um...tomorrow, would you spend the day with me? Like a date day?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replied.

“Well...that was easy.”

“Did you expect it to be hard?”

“Not really. I mean...I don’t know. Asking people for things has never been my strong suit, and anything related to dating has...not traditionally gone well for me. You’re a weird person, Ryan, but in a really good way.”

He stepped forward and hugged her. She seemed briefly startled, but quickly hugged him back, holding his head against her chest.

“I like you,” he said simply.

“I, uh, like you too. Heh, I can see why Emily and the others like you so much. We just met a few days ago but you’re like, really easy to get along with. You’re really good at putting people at ease, I think. Or maybe just putting people like us at ease. Which can be really fucking hard.”

“Why do you say that?” he asked, looking up at her.

“It’s hard being a mercenary, a woman, and tough all at once. And then it’s even harder when you’re a fucking Amazonian. It’s like...you can’t fucking complain about anything. No matter how small or how massive, you can’t complain about anything, because everyone is just like so fucking eager to just jump on you and say how ‘weak and womanly’ you are. Like, they’re just waiting for any excuse to tear you down, because it’s kind of like, being a big, tough, muscular dude is normal. No one really questions that. But being that and a woman? People don’t like it for whatever reason, and they look for any excuse to fuck with you. It gets easier to deal with as you get older, in that you just give less of a shit about things, but...” she sighed suddenly. “I’m sitting here ranting at you,” she muttered. “What I’m trying to say is...you don’t give me any of those feelings. You don’t hit any of my defenses, you don’t make me feel like I need to bullshit or pretend around you. And that’s actually hard for me, to let my guard down around, like, my fellow Amazonians or even Syl or Colleen, let alone a human boy I just met a few days ago. So...you’re something special.”

“Well...I’m glad,” he replied after a moment, unsure of how to react to all that. He’d never been particularly good with situations like this. “I want you to be able to relax.”

She laughed and hugged him again. “Don’t charge,” she murmured.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he replied, and she laughed again.

After they washed up and dried off, Ryan double-checked with Colleen and Syl again, about being away from them for possibly all day tomorrow, and they said it was fine, that Ilyse needed a good date day, and wished him luck.

And then, he was climbing into bed and falling asleep beside a nude, seven foot warrior woman, looking at the back of her head, her dark brunette hair, arm around her, just under her breasts. And it was a fine way to end the day.

CHAPTER 07

They began their date day with sex.

Ryan thought it was a pretty great way to begin the day, and so, apparently, did Ilyse. He ended up on his knees behind her, staring at her nice, athletic ass, as she got onto her hands and knees, spreading her knees out wide enough so that her pussy was at the perfect fucking height. And that pink, bald slit was glistening with early morning sex juices. She was horny as fuck. And so was he. And so Ryan slipped his cock, hard as steel and throbbing in anticipation, inside of her, and they both moaned loudly in deep sexual satisfaction.

And he fucking pounded her.

She let out a loud, impassioned cry of bliss as he gripped her hips and drove his cock into her tight, perfect pussy over and over again. It was a short fuck session, but full of passion and raw, furious ecstasy the entire way through. When they both had come, they spent a little while laying there in the bed, staring up at the ceiling, basking in that post-sex glow, and then had finally gotten up and gone for a long, luxurious shower.

Despite how their budding friendship had gone so far, Ryan found himself nervous as he dressed and then left the hotel with Ilyse, holding hands with her and walking slowly down the street. There was still definitely an intimidation factor to her, and not just because she was just over a foot taller than he was.

She was a soldier. More than that, she was genetically engineered and trained to be an extremely efficient killer. He didn’t think he’d even known someone who was in the military, let alone an actual Amazonian. He was very glad to see that Emily and Ilyse weren’t really all that different from most other cool people he’d met in his life. They were pretty relatable and fairly easy to get along with. Emily could be a bit blunt and cold when she was feeling like it, but he didn’t get the impression that she didn’t like him.

It was just how she was sometimes.

He was still getting to know Ilyse. She seemed a bit more reserved than Emily.

And it showed as they spent the first hour of the day hunting down a place to eat, finally settling on a cafe that served breakfast all day long. Ilyse grabbed a pair of steaks, rare, with half a dozen over-easy eggs, a dozen pieces of bacon, toast, hashbrowns, and an extra large milk. Ryan felt a little strange just getting some bacon and eggs and pancakes, but he knew Ilyse was more than capable of eating it all and probably not being full.

Having an appetite like that must have sucked.

They remained silently for several more minutes as they sat opposite each other outside, in front of the cafe. Ryan began to feel bad, since she had asked him to take her on a date and they were just sitting there.

Then again, he hadn’t had many dates before.

But he had to at least try.

“So, uh, how’d you join up with the Amazonians?” he asked.

“Oh man, talk about ancient history,” she murmured.

“Was it really that long ago?” he asked.

“Well, about...fifteen years now. I was pretty awkward in high school. I mean, I think I was the kind of person they targeted for the Amazon Program. I was tall, athletic, a bit socially awkward...okay more than a bit, and kind of isolated, a woman, obviously. They brought me in near the beginning. Offered me all sorts of stuff, but mainly I said yes because I was kind of afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Of having no direction in my life. Of being a failure. Of not making any kind of mark on society,” she replied.

“How do you feel about that now?” he asked.

She laughed. “Well, not afraid any longer. I’ve definitely made a mark. I’ve taken a lot of bad shit out of the galaxy. I did a lot during my tenure with the military, and then a lot more after. I think I like it better as a mercenary.”

Their food came. They dug in.

…

Ryan found himself relaxing more after they’d had breakfast and sat around for close to an hour and a half, just chatting. Mainly it was Ilyse telling him stories about her time in the Amazon Program, and a lot of them involved Emily. Apparently, they’d been friends for a long time now. He was glad to see that Ilyse seemed to be a lot more relaxed as well. When they’d eventually begun to grow restless, the pair had left the cafe and began a slow walk down the sunny streets of the island. He held her hand, their fingers laced together, and they just walked and talked.

“Was it worth changing, well...a lot about yourself?” Ryan asked after their conversation had come to an end and silence had begun to settle.

“Changing my body? Becoming seven feet tall?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“It’s hard to say,” she admitted after a bit. “Sometimes I think it certainly was, sometimes I’m less than sure. I gave up what I think a lot of people don’t realize they take for granted, like, really take for granted. Which is the ability to walk into a room, and not many people really notice. Some people might not like that, but I think more people like being able to just blend into a crowd more than they realize. One of those ‘don’t appreciate it until it’s gone’ kind of things.” She sighed. “I mean, it’s easier to filter out stuff now, but even during this vacation, you know, people just kind of stare sometimes. And it’s just uncomfortable.” She paused suddenly. “You really don’t feel weird walking around with me, holding my hand? Kissing me in public?”

“No. I mean...it feels surreal, but not in like a bad way. More in a ‘I can’t believe this is actually happening, this is so awesome’ kind of way. I’m glad to be out here with you,” he replied.

She smirked. “Yeah, I guess it’s kind of like a show of bravery on your end. How many guys have the guts to take me on a date? Not many, I can tell you that.”

“Yeah. I mean, that’s a little bit of it,” he admitted. “But, I don’t want to give you the impression I’m just doing this for superficial reasons. I mean, I really like you and I wanted to make you happy,” he replied.

“I know, Ryan,” she said, stopping and looking down at him. “You’re a sweetheart. And I am happy. This is fun.” She crouched and kissed him firmly on the lips, slipping her tongue briefly into his mouth, then straightened back up. She glanced above him. “Oh! Look, it’s an arcade. You want to play a few games?” she asked.

“That sounds awesome,” he replied.

She took his hand again and they moved into the arcade, where they spent the next three hours switching between several games. There was something unreal but completely fantastic about playing video games with Ilyse. The arcade featured a number of virtual reality games and they seemed to have come at a slow time of day, so they had the place largely to themselves. They ended up buying themselves all-access passes, giving them unlimited access to whatever they wanted to play while they were there, and getting to it.

They started with a racing game, hooking their Links into the local system and climbing onto a pair of stationary motorcycles. They went through four tracks, and Ilyse took first place three times, and the last time Ryan got the impression that she might’ve let him win. And it wasn’t like he planned on realistically winning against Ilyse, given that she had genetically amped up reflexes and senses. From there, they switched over to a co-op shooter where they fought through waves of zombie horrors in a ruined world.

After that, they switched to an action military shooter and went through several levels before he noticed that Ilyse was actually starting to do not quite as well. She was still a lot better than he was at taking down the hostiles, but he noticed her missing a few times. And when they reached the end of the latest level, she paused it.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“You wanna get out of here? There’s this really cool place I’ve been meaning to visit, and I want to show it to you. It’s a nice, secluded spot where we could swim,” she said.

“Sounds great,” he replied. “Although we’d have to swing back by the hotel and pick up my swimming trunks,” he said as he came out of his Link.

“I thought we could go sans clothes,” she replied.

“Oh...uh, that sounds great,” he said, suddenly realizing, (or at laest hoping), that this was going in a different direction.

He was feeling pretty horny…

“Come on,” Ilyse said, taking his hand again and leading him out of the arcade.

…

Ryan was almost positive that they were going to fuck as soon as they got there now.

Ilyse seemed distracted and she kept looking at him, and hadn’t let go of his hand yet. She’d taken him across the island, passing down several streets, working their way towards her secret spot. Finally, they hit the beach and began moving along it. There were a fair amount of people out, swimming and sunbathing and playing a few different games on the bright white sand. They kept moving, neither of them speaking, both hurrying. The people began to thin out, until they hit a dense patch of trees and shrubs and other plant life. Ilyse plunged into it without hesitation and Ryan followed after her.

The plants and thick vegetation continued on for a good forty or fifty feet, and looked like no one came through or disturbed the place at all, and then suddenly gave way. They had come to a clearing, what was basically a tiny cove. It was a small pool of water that let out into the ocean that was maybe twenty feet wide, surrounded by a tiny beach and then more trees and plants on almost all sides. There was a view of the ocean, with the waves rolling in serenely.

“This place is really nice,” Ryan murmured, looking down into the natural pool. The water mostly clear and tinged a beautiful blue.

“Yep,” Ilyse replied as she kicked off her shoes and then shed her t-shirt.

“How’d you find it?” he asked as he did the same.

“I was just exploring with Emily one of the times we’d come here. We found this place, no one was here, and we just...took turns eating pussy.”

“That is so fucking hot,” Ryan said as he finished stripping down.

“Yep,” she agreed. Now she stood nude and glorious before him, smiling at him.

“I can eat you out,” he said.

“Would you? That would be fucking awesome.”

“It’s your day,” he replied. “I’ll be glad to.”

“Excellent. Eat my pussy and I’ll suck you fucking dry, then we can fuck,” she said, walking into the water.

He quickly followed after her. It was pleasantly warm and comfortable, and he soon found himself sitting with Ilyse so that just their heads were above the waterline. He pressed his lips to hers and she moaned softly and quickly tilted her head, slipping a hand over the back of his neck and deepening the kiss.

That was a particularly pleasant aspect of the women he found himself living with: all of them kissed with a real passion.

Ryan absolutely loved kissing.

And Ilyse was an especially good kisser. Her lips were soft and hot and wet, and her tongue was skilled and dexterous. She slipped it smoothly into his mouth and moaned again as their tongues met and twisted and twined together. He tasted her unique taste, ran his hands across her smooth body, groping her wonderful breasts, then touching her skin, feeling the occasional scar, until he wrapped his arms around her and hugged the seven foot beauty to him, continuing to passionately make out with her.

They slowly drifted back to the shore and soon he had her on her back, her legs lying spread open and partially in the water.

Ryan kissed his way slowly down her long, incredibly fit body, eliciting small moans and gasps of pleasure from her. Especially when he paused on her breasts, licking across her beautifully pink nipples. He took his time, sucking on her right breast, making her moan loudly, then switching over to her left and giving it a similar treatment. Then he kept going, lower and lower, until he was settled on his stomach between her powerful thighs.

“Oh, Ryan...” she whispered as he carefully parted the taut lips of her pussy, exposing the white nub of her clit.

She shivered as he leaned in and breathed slowly out.

Hearing her say his name like that was something he would never get tired of. Ryan touched the tip of his tongue to her clit and Ilyse immediately let out a loud moan of pure bliss. He began to gently massage her clit with his tongue.

“Oh yes...” she whispered, breathing fast and heavy now. “Fuck, Ryan, you are so fucking good with your tongue...”

He kept going, wanting badly to pleasure her, to make her feel amazing. He began to lick harder, slowly building up the speed with which he tongued her clit, and she started to get louder, although clearly she was trying not to be too loud. Although secluded, they were definitely in a public place. “Oh Ryan! It’s so good!” she moaned in desperate pleasure.

He went faster and harder, licking her clit and the pink skin around it, using most of his tongue and then his lower lip, really eating her perfect Amazonian pussy out. Now she had both hands over her mouth and she was screaming into them, trying hard to keep her voice down and failing spectacularly. He then slipped a finger into her tight, wet pussy and began fucking her with it, pressing up into her most sensitive spot.

“YES!” she cried and her hips bucked furiously, splashing water and making his head jerk back. A furious, powerful spray of hot sex juices escaped her vagina, getting all over his fingers, hand, and wrist, and chin, jaw, neck, and chest.

Ilyse was a squirter.

She was babbling unintelligibly now as she enjoyed a full-body orgasm. Not wanting to get hurt by accident, as she looked like she was coming dangerously close to losing control of herself completely as she twitched and spasmed furiously, Ryan pulled back and watched. Staring at Ilyse, seeing her whole body writhing and jerking, utterly lost in her climax, he thought that it was one of the most wonderfully erotic things he’d ever seen. Even with all he’d seen over the past week. She looked truly stunning.

Slowly, Ilyse came down from her orgasmic high. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows, looking at Ryan. Suddenly, she looked past him, and smirked.

“We have a voyeur,” she said.

Ryan felt a bolt of fear shoot through him and he twisted around, suddenly feeling the urge to cover himself up.

“Shit!” he heard someone, a woman, whisper.

He caught sight of someone, just barely, as the plants across the way shifted.

“Wait,” Ilyse said. “If you’re gonna spy on us, you might as well come out and talk.”

There was a pause. Ryan found himself waiting, wondering where this was going to go. “You aren’t going to like, hurt me, are you?” came the reply. Definitely a woman. And she had a sexy voice, he noticed.

“No, I’m not going to hurt you. If you really want, you can leave, but I’d like you to come out,” Ilyse replied.

“...why?”

“You looked sexy,” she replied with a shrug.

The woman laughed. It sounded like the kind of laugh that surprised the one laughing. “Okay, I’ll come out.”

Ryan shifted a bit further beneath the water, feeling very awkward and trying to sit so that his dick wasn’t super obvious, which was difficult given that he was rock hard and so fucking horny right now. The plants shifted again and the women emerged.

She was very attractive.

She wore a simple dress that showed off a lot of tanned cleavage and some pleasantly padded thighs. She was maybe five and a half feet tall, tanned to a gentle bronze color, her hair short and black, her eyes bright and green. She looked middle-aged and very sexy.

“So...hi,” she said awkwardly. “I’m, uh, I’m Lisa.”

“My name is Ilyse. Because he’s probably too shook up to say anything, this is Ryan.”

“Um...nice to meet you two.” She paused. “I’m sorry I was spying. I didn’t, um, I was just planning on checking out the noises and then silently slipping off. But you two looked so fucking hot and I couldn’t stop watching...this feels like a bad apology.”

“I don’t mind,” Ilyse replied.

“Really?”

“I mean, yeah. I’d probably be a lot more annoyed if you were going to judge us or something, but if you’re getting off on it, well...I don’t mind.” She paused. Ryan glanced back at her. She was smirking. “You wanna make it a threesome?” she asked.

“Whoa, really?” Lisa replied.

“Yeah. I bet, if you ask nicely, Ryan here will do as good a job on you as he was doing on me,” Ilyse said.

Lisa now looked down at him and he felt himself blushing fiercely. This wasn’t exactly where he’d expected it to go, although it was where he’d hoped it would once he saw Lisa. She was actually really hot. She was one of those people who, the longer you looked at them, the more attractive you realized they were.

And she was already pretty beautiful to begin with.

“Is that true, Ryan?” she asked, and something in her seemed to shift. She stopped being so hesitant and embarrassed, and instead relaxed.

And got that kind of smug, seductive look on her face that some of the women he’d been hanging out with over the past week got when it probably occurred to them that they could, quite easily, have him wrapped around their little finger if they wanted.

“Um...yeah. I’d, uh, I’d be down for that.”

“That’s fine by me then,” Lisa said, gaining confidence and relaxing a bit more. “I haven’t been properly eaten in like...a year.”

“A year?!” Ilyse asked. “Why not!?”

“I’ll tell you after I have an orgasm or three,” Lisa relied.

“Fair enough.”

Okay, so, now he was going to go down on a literal stranger. A sexy one, but a stranger nonetheless. Well, there wasn’t really a reason not to. Birth control was easy to get ahold of, and he’d actually gotten his hands on some about a year ago in the form of a simple pill. You swallow it once and it made you incapable of reproducing. Want a kid? Just take another pill later. So even if she wasn’t on any birth control, he didn’t have to worry about getting her pregnant. And STDs weren’t a thing anyone had to worry about anymore.

Well, here was some casual sex that he’d been dreaming about for years now.

He watched, enraptured by the prospect of seeing a new, mature, beautiful woman get naked, as Lisa did just that. She stepped out of the sandals she’d been wearing and pulled the dress up and over her head, freeing some really sexy breasts. Damn, she had to have some double-ds at least, maybe even triple. And her pussy looked so smooth and beautiful as she pulled her panties down. She’d clearly been tanning in the nude.

She stood before them both, nude now, looking so fucking good, and then walked into the water and moved across the small pool until she’d come to Ryan.

“Would you like to kiss first?” she asked. “It’s been awhile since I could enjoy kissing a cute boy.”

“Um, yeah,” he replied. “I’d love that.”

“Good. Come here.” She leaned in and kissed him, pressing her full, lush lips against his own, and they kissed.

The kiss was wonderful.

Especially when he wrapped her in a hug, deepening this sexy locking of lips with a complete stranger, and then slid his hands down and got two handfuls of a damned sexy, full, thick ass. She pressed her body happily against his own as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, twisting and twining their two tongues together when she found his. He kissed her back, loving every second of it. And before long, he had this sexy mature woman laid down on her back right besides Ilyse, her beautiful legs spread open for him.

He intended to do a good job.

And he apparently did. Giving her the same treatment as Ilyse, Ryan tongued her clit, going slowly, gradually bringing up the pressure and speed of his tonguing. Lisa cried out in impassioned pleasure, sounding surprised by how good it felt. And he slipped a finger into her, fucking her with it, and really, really hoped that she was going to let him go all the way, because holy fuck, her pussy felt not only really fucking wet, but really goddamned tight. He made her come, and come hard, and she sprayed a burst of hot, feminine sex juices across him just as Ilyse had. Her voice sounded seriously sexy as she moaned and cried out in intense passion. He and Ilyse enjoyed watching her together as she climaxed, her big breasts jiggling.

When she was finished, Lisa laid there, her eyes closed, her breath slowly relaxing. When she seemed to have herself back under control, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I needed that,” she whispered, eyes still closed.

“So...you down to fuck? Cause I think my cute boy here has earned some pleasure, given all he’s given us,” Ilyse said.

“Oh yes, I’m very down to fuck,” she said. Lisa opened her eyes and looked at him directly now. “You can actually just start fucking me now, if you want.”

“Okay,” he replied, quickly washing himself off and then getting on top of her. He hesitated, looking at Ilyse. “Do you, uh...mind? I mean I know this is supposed to be our, like, day...”

“Oh shit, am I intruding on something?” Lisa asked.

“Lisa, I wouldn’t have invited you for sex if I minded. Ryan, it’s fine. You’ve shown me a very, very good day so far. Enjoy some sex. Just, you know, fuck me, too.”

“I can definitely do that,” he said as he got into position.

“Are you two like, a couple? How old are you?” Lisa asked.

“We’re not a couple,” Ilyse said.

“I’m twenty,” Ryan replied.

“Oh my goodness, twenty years old. God, I’m over twice your age...”

“That is so hot,” Ryan replied as he laid his stiff, throbbing cock at the entrance of her extremely wet, tight, mature pussy.

“You like older chicks, huh?” Lisa asked.

“He loves them,” Ilyse replied.

“Oh fuck!” Lisa moaned as he pushed his way slowly into her. “Ah! Yes...careful...” she whispered as she took his length into her. “It’s been awhile...”

“I’ll be careful,” he replied.

Ryan leaned down and resumed kissing her as he worked his way into her. Being inside of Lisa was nothing but pure bliss. She was definitely tight. She moaned into the kiss as she spread her legs out wider. He inched his way into her, carefully working his cock into her wonderful pussy. Before long, he had buried himself completely within her.

She broke the kiss, letting out a loud cry of passionate pleasure as he got comfortably into her and then began making love smoothly to her, sliding in and out of her. She was clearly into her, grabbing his back and hugging her to him as she kissed him deeply, shoving her tongue into his mouth, and pressing her powerful hips up against him, forcing him deeper into her. Pure rapturous ecstasy blossomed inside of Ryan as he fucked her, getting even more into it, going faster and harder, making her cry out.

“Yes! Keep going! Oh fuck!” she begged. “Keep-oh yes!” she screamed and he realized that he’d pushed her over into orgasm.

Her vaginal muscles clenched around his cock as she cried out and he felt another hot release of feminine sex juices. He grunted furiously as he kept fucking her, pounding her orgasming, mature pussy, making her cry out even louder. Lisa suddenly wrapped her legs around him. “Come in me!” she moaned loudly. “Fill me up, Ryan!”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, knowing he had no chance of doing otherwise now.

He began thrusting faster and harder into her, burying his steel hard cock deep into her climaxing pussy, the pleasure spiking as he fucked her furiously. And then he was crying out, his whole body tensing, hips jerking forward over and over as he began to come. His orgasm burst into existence. And, oh fuck, he was actually coming inside of a woman he’d met just a few minutes ago. Ryan tried to comprehend this fact as pure, raw ecstasy blasted into him, and it only amplified the pleasure, knowing that he was having completely unprotected sex with this beautiful, mature stranger named Lisa, and he was pumping her pussy full of his seed.

He came in her.

He filled her up.

When they had both finished orgasming, he laid down against her, both of them trying to get their breaths back, holding each other.

“I really needed that,” she whispered.

“Glad I could help,” Ryan replied. After a little bit, he carefully pulled out of her and got off her, then sat there between her and Ilyse in the water, just cooling off.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll definitely still fuck you,” he said, looking at Ilyse. “Sorry, I just...”

“It’s okay. I know how you boys can be,” Ilyse replied, grinning. “I know being told to come in a pussy is like an orgasm button being smashed for you.”

“Glad you understand.”

“Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to make you come so fast, I just...I really wanted to get a fucking load blown inside me by a total stranger. I haven’t done something crazy like that in...fucking forever,” she whispered.

“It’s completely fine, Lisa,” Ilyse replied. “We’ve got time.”

“Yes, time,” she murmured. “It’s so nice to have time, finally.”

“So what’s your story? If you don’t mind my asking,” Ryan asked.

“No, I don’t mind. I’ve honestly been dying to tell fucking someone, and non-judgmental strangers seems like a fair idea.” She sighed and sat up, then rubbed at her eyes. “So glad the water here isn’t saltwater,” she murmured. “So, I’m recently divorced. I was married for twenty four years and in my career for about that long. I’m forty eight. I’m in business. Or, I was. A year ago, I was in a car accident,” Lisa began.

“That sucks,” Ilyse murmured.

“Yeah. It did. I broke my arm. It hurt like...a lot. But, I mean, it didn’t take too long to fix. I was down for a week and then it had healed. But during that week...I don’t know. I almost want to say that the crash rattled my brain and kind of like...woke me up. I’d kind of just settled into this life that I’d made for myself and a few things just jumped out at me suddenly. The first, and probably the biggest, was that I no longer could answer the question if my husband and I loved each other. We didn’t hate each other, I knew that much. Or, at least, I knew that I didn’t hate him. But I began to wonder if there was love there anymore. The other thing I began to wonder about was my job...except I quickly realized that I actually hated my job.”

She sighed and shook her head, then popped her neck. “Feels like I’m just constantly releasing tension ever since I got divorced. But anyway, back during the first half decade or so of my marriage and job I fostered a hobby: I made stuff out of paper. It was a hobby I’d picked up as a child and I’d gotten pretty good at it. Mostly I made like...the best way I can describe it is that it looks like a drawing, but it’s really folded up pieces of paper assembled in a certain way on a page. It’s pretty time-consuming and kind of hard, but it’s a lot of fun.”

“That sounds awesome,” Ryan murmured.

“It is. But it fell by the wayside and eventually I pretty much forgot about it. But about seven months after my wreck, I decided that I wanted to leave my job. My husband and I had certainly put enough credits away for me to be jobless for at least a year, maybe two. I wasn’t really planning on that, I was just...I guess I wasn’t planning on anything. I just knew I had to get away from my job, and I needed to clear my head, take stock of my life, figure out what I wanted to do. I mean, fuck, I remember wanting to do all these things in my teens and twenties, but I couldn’t because there either wasn’t time or money. And it’s like I forgot about those things, and then suddenly remembered them, and realized that now I do have enough money, now I just needed the time. The first thing I wanted to do was go on a vacation.

“And that was where the first real fracture came. My husband was a bit more attached to his job than I was. He couldn’t just take two weeks off. And he was very reluctant to plan for a vacation at any point in the near future. I kept pushing, because suddenly I wanted to be somewhere else. Anywhere else. We started fighting. And it made me realize that a lot of why I had fallen in love with him in the first place, that had...faded. If not outright disappeared, over the past twenty years. So instead of going on a vacation, I started focusing on trying to do things that I now had the time and energy to do. And I got back into my paper art...” she paused suddenly, her attention returning to Ryan and Ilyse. “Am I boring you? This is taking awhile...”

“No, this is fascinating,” Ilyse replied.

“Really?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Ryan agreed.

“All right, then. So, I was trying to do my paper art, and it was fun, just getting back into it. I started working on a new piece. Took me a little bit to get back into form, but I was honestly surprised by how much I remembered. And I started going looking for stuff about the paper folding art online, and found like this whole community. It had come into style since my teen years apparently. So I ended up throwing some credits at my hobby: got myself set up with a website and some social media and some new materials, and I just kind of tested the waters. And I just...fell in love with it all over again. I started spending so much time over the past few months making more and more paper art, and people came to my website, and it’s like all of a sudden I’ve got people who want to look at my stuff and make requests and talk to me about paper folding, like all of this just coalesced out of nowhere. And then, about a month and a half ago, I realized that I had actually gotten more than a few requests to show my stuff off in person, at like a few art galleries and some conventions. I wanted to do it, I wanted to set up a tour schedule. I mean, I wanted to do it more than I had wanted to do anything for like...a decade, or more. And this caused problems.”

“More fights?” Ilyse asked.

“Yeah. Big ones. And, ironically, just as I was beginning to really wonder about the idea of getting a divorce, my husband suggested it. Because he’d noticed the same thing I had: we were drifting apart, and we weren’t the same people any longer. Although in my case, I think I had kind of reverted back to the person I was when we first started dating. And so we went through it. Split the credits straight down the middle, I took the handful of things that I actually wanted and put them in a storage unit, and gave him everything else, and then I left. I rented a hotel for a little while, began to plan my tour, but I realized that something was still wrong. And I figured I just needed like a week or two totally to myself, in somewhere brand new, just relaxing, to let my head settle. So I came here a few days ago.”

“So I’m guessing that your sex life hasn’t been, uh, adequate?” Ilyse asked.

“God, no,” Lisa muttered. “My husband hadn’t eaten me out in quite awhile. Which, I guess, was fair. I hadn’t really sucked his dick for awhile either. And we hadn’t had sex for a long time, we didn’t even have goodbye sex. I almost hired an escort when I was at the hotel, almost, but it just didn’t feel right. This, on other hand...this felt right. I don’t know why, but it felt right.” She smiled and reached out, laying a hand over Ryan’s. “Thank you, for showing me a good time.”

“Not a problem at all,” he replied. “I’m glad I could help.”

She continued looking at him for a few seconds, as though trying to come to a decision. “Would you two mind if I hung out with you some more? You’re the first people I feel like I’ve actually connected to since my divorce.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Ilyse said. “I think you’re cool. And hot. You into girls?” she asked.

“Yes, actually. That was something else I was actually hoping to explore. My husband and I used to be a bit more adventurous in our youth, we did a bit of swinging and swapping, but that stopped over a decade ago. And I...really want to try having sex with you. I’m hoping I’m not making an idiot of myself by assuming that you’re, um, an Amazonian?”

“You aren’t. I am indeed an Amazonian,” Ilyse replied.

“I’ve never met one,” Lisa murmured. “I’d actually fucking love it if you could fuck me with a strap-on. Actually...” she looked at Ryan, “I’d love to be double-stuffed by the two of you. We could go to my place or to yours...although honestly I need a bit of recovery.”

“How about Ryan fucks me, and then we hang out together for a few more hours, and then we go back to my hotel room and we all fuck?” Ilyse suggested.

“That sounds perfect,” Lisa said.

“The only thing is that our whole crew comes and goes. There’s not a lot of us, but we’re mostly aliens, if it makes any difference,” Ryan said.

“I don’t mind meeting new people,” Lisa replied.

“Okay, sweet.” Ilyse smirked at him suddenly and reached over, grabbing his cock and beginning to massage it. “I believe you owe me some cock.”

“Yes, I do,” he agreed, and climbed on top of her.

…

Lisa was as fun as she seemed.

She listened mostly to Ryan ramble on about his experiences over the past week and a half or so and how he ended up in this unique situation he found himself in, before he gave the social spotlight over to Ilyse. Although at first she seemed intent on maintaining that she didn’t have all that much to say about herself, Ryan and Lisa managed to pry a lot out of her about her time as an Amazonian, both in the military and a mercenary. And Ryan was again glad to see that after getting past her initial hesitation, she seemed pretty happy to talk about herself.

He wondered how many opportunities she got to do so.

And Lisa was fascinated with all this.

They walked across the island (after washing up in that pool and taking a short break), and stopped for a late lunch that ended up stretching on for several hours as Lisa continued wanting to hear stories from them.

Eventually, Ilyse seemed to be getting restless, and Ryan was too. In a way, it was weird how perception seemed to shift. He spent a lot of time being horny when he was single, but, with some exceptions, it was a bit easier to shift thoughts of sex out of his brain for longer periods of time. But when he knew that sex could be had with the women he was hanging out with...it became a lot harder to ignore that fact.

He really wanted to dive into a bed with Ilyse and Lisa.

And Ilyse seemed to want to as well, and if he was reading Lisa’s body language right, she seemed to be pretty interested in sex too.

The idea that he was going to meet a hot, mature woman who was actually genuinely lusting after him seemed like literal fiction for...most of his life. Honestly, it still felt that way. But he’d already had sex with her once, he’d filled her with his seed.

And it was looking like he was going to get to do it again.

“So,” Ilyse said as the conversation fell into a lull, looking at Lisa from across the outdoors table they were sitting at, “you still interested in a night with Ryan and I? And potentially one or more of our friends?”

“Yes. Definitely. I’m getting antsy, honestly. That sex really, uh, opened up Pandora’s Box, so to speak. But I just wanted to confirm: Ryan’s going to be the only man there, right?”

“As far as I know. It’s theoretically possible that one of the other girls could bring a guy or two back, but if Ryan is the only man you want around, that can easily be arranged,” Ilyse replied.

“Okay, good. It’s just that I’m remembering how much I love girls and honestly, Ryan is the only guy I want to be around right now, especially in a sexual context.”

“Well...thanks,” Ryan replied.

She smiled at him. “You’re a good guy,” she said. “I like you. Now, can we go? I am actually getting annoyingly horny.”

“Yep,” Ilyse said, getting up.

Lisa looked up at her as she stood as well. “Fuck, you are tall.”

“That she is,” Ryan agreed.

“Let’s go,” Ilyse said.

…

They got back to the hotel at a fairly brisk pace, all three of them now pretty turned on. Each step began to add to mounting sexual tension. As soon as they got to the elevator, Ilyse hit the button and began tapping her foot.

“Impatient?” Ryan asked, unable to keep from teasing her at least just a little.

“Yes,” she replied curtly. “I’m fucking horny. I get a little...”

“Frustrated?” Lisa asked, and Ilyse nodded. “Yeah, me too. Especially after this lengthy, like, sexual slumber I’ve just now begun waking up from.”

The elevator came to a halt and the doors slid open. The trio left it and hurried down the hallway. Lisa looked around as they made for Ilyse’s room. “Wow, you rented out this entire floor?” she asked quietly.

“Yep,” Ilyse replied. “Mercenary life is pretty dangerous, but can be pretty rewarding.”

“Yeah, I’ll say,” Lisa murmured.

They came to Ilyse’s and Emily’s room and found it empty. “Perfect,” Ilyse whispered as she began shedding her clothing. Ryan and Lisa joined her.

“Should we close the door?” Lisa asked uncertainly.

“We can if you want,” Ilyse replied.

“Eh...fuck it,” she said after a few seconds of consideration.

“Good answer,” Ryan replied, making Ilyse laugh.

Ryan watched the two seductive, beautiful women shed their clothing and was glad that Lisa seemed a lot more relaxed around them now. He knew how uncomfortable it could be to be in a situation where you were horny and wanting to have sex, but you weren’t fully comfortable with the person you were engaging in casual sex with. There could be a kind of hot edge to that, but he personally found the sex better when he felt relaxed, like he could trust the person he was involved with. Lisa seemed to trust them.

“So Ilyse, I’m not sure if you ever actually confirmed it, or if I’m just forgetting, but do you have a strap-on?” she asked.

“Yes, I do,” Ilyse replied, grinning fiercely. “You want me to fuck you with it?”

“Oh God yes,” Lisa replied. “I’ve got a bit of a submissive side and...fuck, being pounded by a goddamned seven foot Amazonian...” she shuddered. “If you don’t mind my asking, how tall actually are you?”

“Seven foot one,” Ilyse replied.

“Oh my...can we get started?” Lisa asked.

Ilyse laughed. “Yeah. You two get started, I’ll go track down the dildo.”

“Happily,” Lisa said, turning to face Ryan. She held out her hand, and as soon as he took it, she pulled him against her and kissed him deeply.

The effect was like electricity.

Her lips were so full and hot and wet, and she was such a good kisser. She moaned softly as he slipped a hand over the back of her neck, deepening the kiss and reaching between them, settling his other hand on one of her beautiful breasts. He massaged it gently as they continued kissing and began twining tongues.

She tasted good.

And then Lisa led him over to the bed and pushed him onto it. She stared at him with a smirk, hands on her broad hips. “I believe that I owe you some oral sex, since you delivered such amazing fucking pussy eating earlier.”

She knelt before him.

“I, uh...thanks,” he replied.

She laughed and settled on the floor before him. He felt a shudder of anticipatory pleasure roll quickly through him as she reached out and got a grip on his steel-hard cock. Lisa leaned in and stuck her tongue out, then dragged it slowly across the head.

“Oh fuck...” he groaned.

“You know, I think I owe you a bit of oral too,” Ilyse said as she walked over. She tossed the strap-on she’d found onto the bed, then crouched on the floor beside Lisa, who made room for her. “That was some excellent pussy eating earlier.”

She leaned in and joined Lisa in licking the head of his cock.

“Holy fucking shit,” he whispered as both women began pleasuring him.

It was like a livewire of pure electrical ecstasy, crackling into him, radiating out from his core as their hot, wet tongues dragged across the head of his cock. Then Lisa took his cock into her mouth and smoothly started bobbing her head as Ilyse lowered herself further and began licking his balls. “Goddamn, ladies,” he groaned, “that’s really...whew, that’s amazing.”

“You earned it,” Ilyse murmured. “You treated me really well today. I appreciate it a lot.”

“Same,” Lisa said, taking his cock from her mouth and then switching places with Ilyse, who started sucking him off expertly with her wonderful lips. The inside of her mouth was so wet and hot, and she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock several times.

“Glad I could help,” he replied, breathing heavily now. “Can I come in your mouth, Lisa?”

“Yes,” Lisa replied. “I don’t mind swallowing.”

“Oh yes,” he whispered.

Ilyse sucked him off for a bit longer, then passed him back over to Lisa, who took him smoothly back into her mouth again. He groaned as she bobbed her head smoothly, lips gliding up and down the length of his cock.

It didn’t take long. She was very skilled.

It felt especially amazing when she cupped his balls in one hand and began to massage them gently, her skin soft and hot, and used her other hand to encircle his shaft with her first two fingers and thumb, working his cock with her hand and mouth simultaneously. The pleasure amplified and then kept building and he let out a loud cry of pleasure as his orgasm burst into existence. It felt like a drug. Blissful wonder filled him as he came into Lisa’s mouth. And fuck, she was still sucking, still working his cock like a professional whore, massaging his balls and jerking his shaft, as though try to pump every last drop out of him.

He moaned loudly, panting and grunting in pure ecstasy as his hips jerked forward, causing his cock to shove deeper into her mouth, into her throat. She swallowed repeatedly as he came, taking everything he had to give, and when his cock stopped kicking, Lisa slowly pulled it out from between her pressed together lips, continuing to suck.

“There,” she said, “I believe that was good payback.”

“Uh-huh,” he managed, then groaned as he fell back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, which was spinning. “Fuck.”

“Hey, what’s happening? I hear my boyfriend making sex noises.”

He glanced over and saw Syl coming into the room.

“He’s your boyfriend?” Lisa asked.

“Yep,” Syl replied. “No worries, though. Hi. I’m Syl.”

“Lisa,” Lisa said, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and then standing up.

“Am I intruding?” Syl asked.

“I don’t mind,” Lisa replied.

“Cool.” Syl came in and sat down next to Ryan, running a hand across his chest. “Looks like you’ve been busy making new friends.”

“Yeah,” he replied, unable to keep from grinning up at her. “Wow, you look so beautiful right now, babe,” he murmured.

“Thank you. You look pretty cute yourself,” Syl replied.

“Be right back. Need to wash up,” Lisa said.

“We’re gonna have a threesome,” Ilyse said as she stood and stretched.

“Nice! I’d like to watch. And then afterward I’d like to fuck Ryan...so how’d you meet?”

“Lisa was spying on us fucking,” Ilyse replied.

“And I apologized,” Lisa said as she came back into the room.

“That’s pretty hot,” Syl said.

“Yep,” Ilyse agreed as she pulled the strap-on up over her firm hips. “You ready?” she asked, turning to look at Lisa.

“I, uh...yes,” she said.

“Okay. Before we begin: safe word?”

“Pineapple,” Lisa replied.

“Good. You asked for it. Remember that,” Ilyse replied, smirking at her.

“I’m ready,” Lisa said, staring up at her.

Ryan and Syl moved to the side of the huge bed and watched as Ilyse grabbed Lisa by the shoulders, then whirled her around and shoved her hard onto the bed. Lisa let out a cry of pleasant surprise as she flew onto the bed, then let out another shocked cry as Ilyse grabbed her broad hips and yanked her up onto her hands and knees, then pulled her to the edge of the bed. She got up against her and then slipped the fake dick inside of her glistening, mature pussy. Lisa let out a loud cry as she was penetrated.

“That’s right bitch,” Ilyse said, grabbing her hips, “you’re mine now.”

“Oh fuck!” Lisa cried as Ilyse started fucking her.

“Holy fuck, this is hot,” Syl whispered.

Ryan just nodded, captivated by the sight before him. Ilyse looked like a domineering sex deity, absolutely wrecking Lisa’s pussy as she slammed her from behind, going harder and faster, making the hot, older woman scream in absolute bliss.

“Oh yes! Fuck it! Fuck my pussy!” she shrieked.

Ilyse slapped her big ass, then reached forward, got a handful of her hair and yanked. “Oh yes!” she cried. “Fuck!”

“That’s right, you little slut,” Ilyse growled.

Ryan was already getting hard again. Watching one woman fuck another was hot. Watching Ilyse fuck and totally dominate Lisa was a lot hotter. Especially when Ilyse pulled out of her, grabbed her, flipped her over and then shoved her back onto the bed. Lisa was breathing heavily. Ilyse grinned fiercely as she climbed onto the bed and got on top of Lisa. She grabbed her legs and pulled them open, then got in between them and shoved the fake dick back in.

“Oh yes!” Lisa screamed.

Ilyse was fucking her brains out.

She was pounding her relentlessly into the mattress, making her scream in pleasure. Ilyse kept going for another half minute or so until Lisa let out a loud, prolonged shriek of pleasure as she orgasmed, coming all over the fake dick. When she was finished, Ilyse laid down, grabbed her and rolled the pair of them onto their side, so that Lisa was facing away from him, showing her beautiful, nude backside.

“You still want to be double-stuffed?” she asked.

“God yes,” Lisa groaned. “Fuck me in the ass, Ryan.”

“You got it,” he replied, hurrying over to find the lube. Before long, he had it and as he lubed up, Lisa resumed moaning as Ilyse kept fucking her. He looked down at her ass. Damn, she had a nice, thick ass.

As soon as he was ready, Ryan got up against her.

Lisa moaned as he began working his cock up her ass.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “I haven’t been fucked like this in so fucking long. I was in my fucking twenties last time.”

“Enjoying yourself?” Ryan asked as he finished pushing his cock up her ass. He reached around and began groping one of her big, wonderful breasts.

“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me!”

They fucked her.

They fucked her hard.

Ryan shoved his cock up her ass, groaning and grunting at the hot bliss that shot into him. She had a seriously tight ass, an amazing one. He thrust deep and hard into her, and could feel Ilyse moving on her other side. And Lisa was clearly enjoying being double-stuffed, both of her holes getting fucked hard at the same time.

Ryan kept going, kept fucking her amazing ass, all of this building towards a second climax, the pleasure filling him.

He lasted maybe another minute before he let out a sharp grunt, squeezed Lisa against him, and started blowing his load inside of her. He groaned in raw bliss as he pumped her thick ass full of his seed one, hard contraction at a time, emptying himself into her. At about the same time, she let out another prolonged cry of orgasmic ecstasy as she came as well, and he could feel her twitching and writhing in between him and Ilyse.

They both came together.

When they were finished, Ryan carefully pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, trying to get his breath back.

“Okay...okay...” Lisa gasped. “I need a break.”

“Fair enough,” Ilyse replied, pulling out of her and sitting up.

“Wow...you both are incredible fucks,” she whispered as she joined Ryan in catching her breath. “I mean, just...wow. That was amazing.”

“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” Ilyse replied.

“Can I spend the night?” Lisa asked.

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” Ilyse replied. “I got a message from Emily while we were fucking. Apparently she’s found a group of Marines that want to fuck her, so she’s pulling an all-nighter. So it’ll be fine.”

“Good, cause like...I’m not going to want to leave this room. Like, you fucked me into oblivion,” she murmured.

“That was really hot,” Syl said. “Now, Ryan dear, why don’t you go get cleaned up and then we can fuck?”

“Yeah, and I still need a fuck, too,” Ilyse said. “I’m horny.”

“I, uh...I’ll need a bit,” he replied, staring at the two of them.

It was definitely going to be a long night.

EPILOGUE

Ryan felt very relaxed as he walked back through the port.

It had been another few days since his wild night with Ilyse, Lisa, and Syl. It had indeed been a long night, but a very satisfying one. And then the following two days had been straight up rest and relaxation. He’d spent most of the next day sleeping, which was only prolonged by the fact that Lisa woke him up for a goodbye fuck, as she was ready to continue on with her own personal journey, and then Syl and Colleen both woke him up for sex, and then Angel had come in and fucked him at one point.

He’d woken up at like five in the afternoon.

And he hadn’t left the hotel, spending the rest of the day and that night soaking in a tub, just chilling with his girlfriends and any of the other women that came to visit and hang out, and eating a lot of really excellent food that the hotel had available. The next day had been a little more active. He’d at least left the hotel, although only to go sunbathing on the beach. It was something he didn’t really have much interest in, but Angel and Emily had talked him into it. Especially when they’d gone swimming in the ocean and he’d ended up having relatively low-key sex with both of them, pulling their bikini bottoms aside underwater and fucking them like he had Syl in the hot tub. That had been...really fucking good.

And today was their last day.

They’d all had lunch together, (except for Angel, who’d snapped at them to leave her alone until she absolutely had to be awake), and sat and chatted, sharing their experiences until it was getting about time to go. Then they’d gone and packed up all their things, double-checking their rooms to make sure nothing had been left behind, and woken up Angel, and then they’d checked out and walked back to the port to catch another space taxi up to their ship in orbit. They were headed towards it now. Ryan looked around at the others.

Emily and Ilyse were leading the group, wearing what he typically saw them in: tanktops and jogging shorts. They looked cool and competent, pretty much like they always did. Same with Love, then again, she was a robot, so it was easy for her to look at ease, he imagined. Colleen was bubbly and excited and couldn’t seem to be still for very long. Contrasting that, Angel looked like death warmed over, still grumpy and grousing about wanting to go back to sleep, her tail whipping back and forth behind her.

Syl was holding his hand, walking quietly along with him. They were both a bit more sedate. He wasn’t sure about her, but he thought he was still recovering from the week of excitement that had been his life on this amazing island.

“So, Ryan, how’d you like your first vacation with us?” Emily asked.

They were close to the exit now.

“It was probably the greatest week of my life,” he replied.

“Good. We vacation fucking well,” Ilyse said.

“Yep. But I’m looking forward to being home again,” Syl murmured.

“Yes. It will be nice to be back,” Colleen agreed.

“What about you, Angel? Got any thoughts?” Emily asked, and he could hear the grin in her voice.

“Fuck off,” Angel growled.

Emily and Ilyse laughed.

They reached the exit and headed out of it, back into the bright sunshine. Up ahead, he could see the space taxi.

Syl was right. It was time to go home.

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ROYAL LUST

Ellie Lennox is the eldest daughter of the lord of the township Lennox, making her the princess and next in line. Being six foot six and deeply into adventuring, she finds it difficult to find a man to marry, let alone someone to sleep with her. All she’s really interested in are adventures and getting laid, but after a dry spell of sex, she concocts a plan to satisfy her desperate craving.

Warren is a young healer, employed by the local lord to deal with the castle’s magical needs. Although he lusts after Princess Ellie and longs for her best friend Lena, who has been cursed to be undead, he knows that neither will ever be interested in him in that way. Or so he thought. Everything changes when Ellie whisks Lena away to the secluded family cabin and orders Warren to join them. She’s about to change everything as she prepares for a night of hot sex between all three of them.

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WANDERLUST

Owyn Fisher has just come of age and decides to leave his small village and start adventuring out into the world at large. But instead of danger or riches, he finds that his greatest adventure is all the beautiful monster women he encounters that wish to experience the taboo thrill of sex with a human.

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ADVENTUROUS

Liz is a beryl, a lizard-person, and a wandering scholar. She's gotten very skilled at her job, as she's been doing it for nearly twenty years. After almost a decade of successful adventures of exploring and plundering ancient ruins, gathering their secrets, she's decided that she wants something more. So she sets her sights on a big one: a ring of immense healing power said to be blessed by a Goddess. But if she wants to do this, she's going to need some help...

Steven is a young human, the son of a lord who rules over his small village. Poorly. Their lives get torn asunder when an uprising forces them to be exiled from their own castle and town. With very little coin to their name, the two of them take an opportunity that presents itself when Liz arrives and asks that Steven, who has knowledge of what she seeks, join her on her quest. Things are going to get dangerous, and very heated, on the road, as Liz begins indulging in her fetish for young human men and Steven finds himself in a whole new world...

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MY UNDEAD LOVER

Darren is an archer on a mission. He's hunting giant spiders for a payday. As he wanders the lonely forests, an adventurer who relies on himself more than anyone else, he's settled into his wayward lifestyle. Darren thinks he's happy enough by himself, but then he meets Brooke...

Brooke is something special. A fellow archer and accomplished adventurer, she makes for great company and soon the pair find themselves wandering the countryside together, in search of fun and friendship, and maybe a little bit more...

But there's something a little odd about Brooke. She's awkward and admits that she's spent the last several months totally alone, intentionally avoiding civilization. She won't take off her armor, which covers her from head-to-toe. To complicate matters even more, it seems that she's an undead…

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PARANORMAL EROTICA SHARED UNIVERSE

PARANORMAL PASSIONS

Jason is a regular, twenty-something human who feels adrift. After trying to radically alter his life, all that really changes is that he now lives next door to an incredibly hot redheaded vampire. When they hook up, she leads him into a world of hot sex with inhuman women.

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PARASEXUAL

Alex considers himself a failure. After losing his job, losing his roommate, and coming close to losing his mind all in the same day, he goes to hang out with his best friend, who happens to be a particularly attractive werewolf woman. In an attempt to help him out and also to alleviate her own growing wanderlust, she decides to take him on a road trip to Thorne: a giant coastal city that is home to a huge concentration of paranormals. And on the way, she begins hooking back up with several of her old girlfriends, who are apparently interested in hopping in bed with her and Alex.

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POST APOCALYPTIC EROTICA SHARED UNIVERSE

SEX & SURVIVAL

Welcome to a post-apocalyptic world where a virus, once meant to be a scientific revolution, has ravaged the planet and turned most of the population into inhuman creatures. Some have become mindless zombies, others have morphed into new species. Some can fly. Some can breathe underwater. Some exhibit animal characteristics. Enter Mike Walker, a survivor and adventurer. In this brave new world, Mike often finds himself in the company of beautiful, inhuman women.

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HAVEN

Nate is a frustrated adventurer who, after several bad experiences, decides that he’s going to form his own settlement, and he happens to know a lot of beautiful inhuman women who would not only like to help him, but to sleep with him as well.

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ABOUT ME

Hi, I'm the author. I'm no one special. I live somewhere in the US and, (obviously), I love writing erotica!

After some thought, I've come to realize that three things seem to set me apart from all the other ten million erotica authors out there.

The first is that I tend to write from the perspective of regular, average twenty-something men. After hearing about all the billionaires and NAVY Seals and cowboys, I figured maybe it was time to hear from someone a bit more...real. Someone people could relate to.

The second thing that sticks out is that while I've come across tons of erotica about hot babes being slammed by monsters, (werewolves, vampires, even dinosaurs and BIGFOOT for fuck's sake!), there wasn't much out there about regular dudes banging hot monster chicks. And they need love too, right?

The final thing that I didn't even realize at first and I've since tried to cultivate because I believe in it, is that I'm all about sexual equality. I'm not really here to condemn or kink-shame anyone, but I just like the idea of consent, sexual respect, and both parties getting what they want out of the sexual encounter. (Or I guess I should say all parties, depending on how many people are fucking at once!)

If you like my work and want to get in touch with me or learn more about the worlds I’ve cultivated, there are a few ways that can be done.

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E-MAIL: mistyvixen@outlook.com

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Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!

-Misty

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