The Frightful Four Trapped in the Zone Issue 8: The cosmic adventures of a married woman!!! PART 3

Planet Tarsuu....Royal Citadel Academy...

The High Priest of the Citadel Academy, essentially Earth's equivalent to the dean, sat looking over prospective incoming students. He finally found the papers for (intranslatable Tarsuu name...we'll call him Whitey). The boy was hopeless. Rash, rude, arrogant, inappropriate and an all around little shit. If his father wasn't one of the richest Zalgan ore miners this boy wouldn't even be before the High Priest. With the rumors of sexual antics at the resort, the priest was fully prepared to deny the boy's admittance.

"Can we talk about that young man," a feminine voice spoke from behind the priest. He turned his head to take in a blonde human female in a tight black skirt. She walked around the room in high black heels as if she owned the place. "I've been wroking with him. I think he'd be a good fit here your excellence."

The High Priest adjusted his glasses. This woman appeared out of nowhere in such risque garb. It might pass on Earth. But not Tarsuu. "Who are you and how did you get in here." The old white K'choqtoc was livid. But he suddenly felt a twinge of fear. Was it fear? His heart beat fast. His eyes trailed the humans ass in the skirt.

"My name is Susan Storm-Wittman. I have a unique ability to get it places undetected." The girl looked over books on the shelf. She bent slightly. "Nevermind that...I'm here about Whitey." She looked back and pointed to the paperwork in front of the High Priest. "I'd like to help him secure a place in this Academy."

The High Priest was sweating suddenly. His eyes roamed the humans large chest in the tight white blouse. "There is nothing you can say that will get this punk in here." He kept his composure but something was wrong.

"Its not what Im going to say," Susan laughed. "Its what I'm going to do." She sat on the end of the table. "My husband is a brilliant inventor." She walked around and sat on the end of the table facing the High Priest. His face was blushing. Sue crossed her legs. "My perfume is infused with a **** called 'Spike' on some planets. Its designed to push Nitrous Oxide into your blood stream and block certain enzymes that inhibit blood flow. Especially with age."

The High Priest felt a surge down his body. There was a tightness he didn't understand. He was sweating and couldn't keep his eyes off the human female's curvy body. Such curves were a stark contrast to flat and cone shaped Tarsuu females.

"For the **** to work you need visual stimulus however. Say...." Susan tapped her chin. "...a tight body in a tight skirt." She smiled. She looked at him. "What are you 94?"

"What does any of this matter." The Tarsuu alien stammered. "I should have the blues come arrest you."

Susan chuckled. "Oh come on....when was the last time you even had a boner." She pointed to his crotch. "20 years ago?." It had been longer than that. The high priest looked to his robes to see something sticking up. Susan opened her legs and put her heels on each arm rest of his chair. His bulge grew when his eyes took in frilly lacy panties that barely covered her womanly mound. "I wanna help you remember how fun life can be."

The High Priest wiped his brow. "I cannot." He insisted. "I will not let some Earth witch entrance me."

Susan ran a purple dust line on her inner thigh. "Just take a taste," she mewled. "I hear the honey of Earth women is a delicacy on Tarsuu."

Outside the maidens of the citadel went about thier business. A cross between a nun and an administrator, these Tarsuu women worked hard for the Royal Academy. It was a honor to work with the High Priest, who'd once held the position of High Chancellor of Tarsuu under the royal family. He was a most devout member of the upper caste. He had basically written the new rules on civility, etiquette and devotion to the gods.

Yet, in his office the old white alien was succumbing to his maleness. His pupils dialated from **** inhalation, his brow sweaty, the old white K'choqtoc licked the delicious folds of the human's pussy. Her legs were spread and his head was buried under her skirt. He knew it was against his duty and against his mating vows with his most beloved mate. But he was lost to exhilaration. That hardness under his robes he hadn't felt in decades. The taste of the human females sex was even more intoxicated than the **** she'd made him sniff. She was doing this, he told himself, even as his erection banged agaisnt the armrest of his chair.

"Oh god, you can eat some pussy you old fuck," Sue ran her hands through her blonde locks. Her other hand was running over the flat smooth white surface of the beings alien head. Much like the alien from the movie Alien, but this old one had cute wrinkles. These aliens had absolutely no hair. The being was pushing its thin black tongue up her cunt and undulating it to taste all her sex. "I'm going to expend...I'm going to EXPEND." She moaned softly.

The old priest tasted a flood of her honey. Sweet and delicious to his tongue and mouth. He sat under her pussy like it was a spigot and drank of her private essence. He finally moved from her crotch and fell back into his seat. His mouth dripping with her lady juice. "What have you done to me?" He pleaded with the girl.

Susan stood up off the table and lifted her leather skirt. She walked over on clicking heels and straddled the old frail alien. His erection stuck up under his robes. Susan used a combination of her powers and her hands to lift his robes, exposing a wrinkly old twisted white cock, hard for the first time in decades, its twisting tendrils rippled with life. "I just wanna help you expend your excellence." She moved until her dripping human pussy was over his alien dick.

"Stop this at once," the old Tarsuu male pleaded. "It goes against the gods."

The blonde human sat her pussy onto the three intertwined tips at the end of his white cock. "God invented my pussy and your cock." She giggled. "I think he'd approve of this."

Outside the citadel maidens cleaned the busts of past High Priests of the Academy. One cleaned off the very bust of the current High Priest, who suddenly shoutded from his office.

"BY THE GRACE OF CHTHON!" He shrieked.

The nuns raised their heads. "He prays to the Lord of The Darkhold early this day." One spoke. It was odd but not unheard of. "Enthusiastically this evening." The nun added and the maidens went back to cleaning.

Inside his office, the old alien priest watched his cock disappear inside the dark pussy lips of the human witch. She had a hold of him, and he could not fight her wiles. He was attemtping to ask god for forgiveness but the stimulation and wonderful feeling was overpowering. It clouded his judgment and his mind. He groaned as his cock appeared momentarily when the women's slick pussy moved up, but groaned even louder when her pussy dropped sliding over his cock, making it disappear from his view once more.

Susan was working herself to an orgasm on the alien's cock. He was sure quite, but he didn't fight much. He had a pretty decent sized cock for a 90 year old alien. Susan began to work harder up and down. Her pussy gripping the alien prick and coating it with her juices. "I'm gonna expend." Sue whispered. "Expend with me baby." She cooed.

Her pussy began to flower and spasm as she came. The old alien priest could not hold back. He sighed out as his cock exploded. Decades of pent up sexual urges, repressed for religion. His first numbing agent spewed out, and continued even as the clear liquid of his second cock tendril began to spray Susan's insides. "CHTHON HELP ME!" He shouted unable to control his cock.

Sue felt her vaginal tunnel numbed and then filled. His cock kept cumming. Even when he finally expended his third tendril. It didn't stop. Susan just laughed and looked down. His three kinds of cum poured out while she was still impaled on his cock. His balls began to deflate from Walnut sized to shriveled grapes. This was normal, but Susan had never watched a Tarsuu ball sack drain so much. The sacks actually filled with sperm. A full sack was bad for the brain, was the saying.

The old priest sat back in his chair. Shame and disgust at himself filled his form. Yet, the sweet sensation of full release was easing to his form. "What now," he asked looking down between his legs watching his cum pour to the ground from her filled pussy.

Susan shrugged. "Uh...at least...take a girl to dinner after you fuck her."

That night...Downtown Tarsuu Captial City...

"What time will you be home my mate?" The High Priests betrothed asked of her husband. He seemed distracted today in a way she hadn't recongized. He was taking an emmisary from Earth of all places around campus and to dinner.

"I shouldn't...." the aging priest was breathing heavy. "Shouldn't be too loaaaahhhhng."

His mate worried for him and suggested the old K'choqtoc take it easy.

Her mate was not heeding her words. In fact, he was in a automated land speeder getting his white Tarsuu cock sucked for the first time in decades. He was expending in the blonde human girls mouth and was shocked she was swallowing every ounce. "You are killing an old Tarsuuian," he huffed and laid back in the seat. The speeder stopped at the capital's most expensive restaurant. Susan felt honored. Not even Whitey took her here. He took her nowhere in fact.

The high priest slipped the valet money. Susan was drunk and laughing when the young valet took them around back. "Afraid they'll see the high priest of Chthon with a Zalbec Domzec," she utteree referring to herself as a Tarsuu 'bimbo whore".

The old man shocked her when he grabbed her ass and spanked it. "I know how to treat a Zalbec." He looked at her with a fury of lust.

Later that night....hotel...more like seedy motel outside capital...

The bed creaked as the old white Tarsuuian fucked his white twisted pole into the bent over human slut. He was holding onto her hips and slamming his cock in her. "You like that Zalbec!" He growled in a low rasping voice.

"Oh fuck yeeeeeeah," Susan Storm moaned, "I'm cumming again," she shouted forgoing the word "expending" in a moment of lust.

"I like the word cum...it is most disgusting and fitting of the act, " the high priest taunted. He was fucking her hard and fast, heart straining not to break as he did. "I used to fuck Zalbecs like you back when I was young." He told her trying to convince himself more than her. He had but that was half a century ago. He pulled out, his cock dripping with her love honey. "You will suck me until I...ahem...cum" he taunted her. "Swallow it all like a good..." he stopped, "what is it you humans Zalbecs call yourselves?"

Susan got lower on her hands and knees and crawled around until his cock faced her. "Whores..." she said lost lust. "We're whores". She added and sucked the alien cock down.

Next day......Tarsuu state funded resort....Cabana 4...

Susan was mystified as she looked at her stomach bulge out with each thrust of the Kestoran's large green cock. The blob like green large alien being was humping Susan agaisnt a towel rack. "Oh my god." Sue's eyes crossed as she came again on the alien's dick. Her toes curled. She was like dead weight as he humped his prick in the human.

"I'm sorry I'm so small," the large male Kestoran apologized. Sue was beside herself. This was her first Kestoran. This was SMALL. He was a foot long and as thick as a coke can. He literally picked her up and pushed his cock in and roared. He was cumming up inside Susan Storm, and held her in the air as he did. She could only stare forward as his hot thick cum filled her tunnel and caused another orgasm.

The Kestoran finally set her down and pulled out. He pulled up his swim trunks, and placed 10 credits on the towel rack. He left Susan and she watched him walk up to Whitey and hand him money, which Whitey then counted.

Whitey came in and grabbed Susan who was putting on her bikini. "Let's get a Shock," her new boyfriend asked.

Susan walked with the white alien hand in hand. "He was your friend too?" She asked. Whitey nodded. Susan was a good Zalbec and was willing to fuck his friends. But he had ALOT of friends. Susan then pulled out a wad of cash his friends left behind. "Do they think Zalbecs are poor?" She laughed. "I got money."

"Keep that." He told her. "I got another client coming in a bit."

Susan stood in line. "You mean another friend?"

He nodded and smiled.

Later that day...Nexus of Igoa...UX-73 Prison Planetoid....

"The bosssssszzzzz izzzss really giving it to the human female." A guard insectoid buzzed watching the office of Lord Hawal, the warden. Next to him another insectoid guard nodded.

Bentley Wittman was confused. Even for a genius what he watched was odd. Hawal, the tan colored bug alien looked like a centaur od myth. Sort of. Half his body was the thorax with buglike features and limbs. Four limbs for moving around. However, his upper body was more humanoid with large arm protrusions with hand like endings. The being was holding the shoulders of Bentley's wife, Susan Storm. She was beneath the large insectoid. Both were mostly motionless staring at some fixed point.

He was watching from the gaurds office. It went on for six hours. He could see the creatures aedeagus, which was an insects genitalia on par with a cock. It had extended from his hind quarters and was diving in and out of Bentley's blonde human wife. The aedeagus was pumping in Susan like a piston. One of his pairs of legs held Susan. She wasn't moving despite the breakneck speed of the thin brown phallus. Instead she was on her hands and knees in some gelatinous goop the creature known as Hawal had secreted. It locked her literally in place. There was even a probocis dangling from Hawal's jaws which dropped down and was pumping something into the back of Sue's neck.

Susan had warned Wizard before they landed. "It's gonna look weird." She insisted. "Just let it happen."

Since then, she hadn't moved. Instead she occasionally grunted. Which she suddenly did. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh," it was low but audible. Her juices poured from her cunt and around the aedeagus down into the hardened goop below her body.

"Zzzzzzzzzeeeeee," Hawal made his own noise and orange puss like foam seeped from Susan's pussy and fell to the hard glop.

"I count forty two climaxes for the female." A guard stated, notching another slash on his paper below a strange symbol. "Twenty two for our lord." He then slashed under another strange symbol.

Bentley registered it as bug language on the paper before the guard. "Forty seven climaxes for my wife." He corrected then guard. "And twenty seven for your lord." Bentley was hard, as a little cuck would be, but he feared "self pleasure" in this place amongst this crowd. "Tell me more about what Hawal is pumping into my wife's neck."

The guard laughed as they watched a flood of something rush down the probicis and Susan's eyes fluttered. "A numbing agent and a narcotic which stimulates your wifes brain and tells her nether regions to..."

The other guard laughed. "Makes your wife horny for bug dick." The guard sat back. "He alsi keeps her hydrated." He raised his arm. "I heard these two went at it for 48 hours...swear to Annihilus."

"Do you not worry lord Hawal will inseminate your wife. He is virile and she is fertile." The smartest gaurd asked.

Actually, Susan warned Wittman to be ready if Hawal attempted to cocoon her for breeding. He'd tried in the Construct...but....failed due to it being a simulation. "I am prepared to seperate them."

There was a raucous laughter. "Good luck." The brash guard chortled.

It went on for seven more hours. Finally Hawal retracted his probicis and his aedeagus. The pair was in a pool of their own secretions. Susan rolled over and kissed the bugs hard cheeks. "Sooo good baby."

Susan and Hawal chatted for some time. Wizard watched the insectoid warlord attempt to woo Susan to remain.

An hour later, Susan was piloting the small planet hopper spacecraft. "Hawal said he thinks its Lockdown who sent the hordes of Arthrosians."

Bentley was confused. "When did he tell you that."

His wife smiled. "It's a bug thing," she stated. "Either gotta be a bug or fuck a bug." She added. "There is a connection mentally when he...uh..." she touched the scar on her neck. "We're not just mating the whole time." She explained. "We are like inside each others heads and not really there at all." She couldn't properly explain the experience. "Anyways. Hawal told me Lockdown came by two weeks ago and asked for his assistance in apprhending a fugitive."

Bentley rubbed his goatee. "It cant be a coincidence that we escaped around that time."

Susan agreed. In fact, Taylos had stated something similar. That Lockdown had been on Mantacora looking for "hunters". If they could show Lockdowns corruption and murderous ways maybe they could clear their own names. They formulated a plan. A good one. They'd need the inhumans help.

Wizard was horny. He hadn't bedded his wife in days. Susan wore a tight jumpsuit that hugged her curves. She clicked in coordinates to return to Tarsuu. He stood behind her and grabbed her waist, and kissed her neck. His hands on her breasts.

Susan felt his hardness. "What are you doing?" She elbowed him softly. "Ohh darling, I know we're married." She told him.

He felt a forcefield pushng him back. It held his hands and feet and sat him down forcefully. He couldn't move. A floating ball gag and cock cage appeared in his view. His pants were pullled down and he pleaded with his wife. But the ball gag stunted his speech as it was shoved in his mouth. He groaned in pain as a cock cage was **** onto his hard cock. Sue cut off the blood in his erection so it was half soft. She then had lassos come into the room floating and tied up the Wizard's hands and feet for real.

"My pussy is Whitey's hon." She kissed his forehead. "Just like everyone else you gotta pay him." She walked over to a mirror. "We gotta get back. I got clients." She noticed the look in Wizard's eyes. "Oh...you didn't think I knew I'm a prostitute." She giggled and walked over and adjusted his ball gag to tighten it. Then her hand rested on his cock cage. "Your wife is nothing more than a space prostitute." She sucked his ear and rolled his balls. "With an alien pimp." She added and felt her husband's small trickle of a release roll onto her fingers. He'd cum, but it wasn't satisfying. It leaked out pathetically. She whipped his cum off her hand.

Susan began to unzip her tight black jumpsuit. "Actually," she told her husband who was tied up by ropes, "I have to upload a porno...you can help." She laughed and took off her pants, leaving the tight top and her combat boots on. She began setting up the holo-camera wearing little more than her white panties and boots below her waist. Susan pulled off her panties and then sat in Wizard's lap. Her husband groaned. She sat her ass right on his cock cage. She then put her boots up on the pilot console. "You ready darling." She didn't even look back, but Bentley was nodding eagerly. "Start video." She stated.

Susan saw the red light and then gave her signature "peace sign and playful tongue out". She then opened her legs wide. "You all know my husband Bentley Wittman," she cooed. "The Wingless Wizard of Earth...leader of the vaunted Frightful Four." Susan mocked her own husband who suddenly squirmed. The Invisible Woman ran her hand over her swollen slick mound and laughed. "He thinks he can have Tarsuu's most famous pussy for free." She rubbed her ass on his cage, and knew the camera was zooming in to show his dicklette. She began to work her clit in circles for the camera. "Even my husband has to pay to fuck this FANTASTIC pussy." She moaned. She began working her clit hard and moaning while grinding on her husband.

Wittman was trying to rub his cocklette agaisnt her ass for stimulation. His cage leaked a disappointing load of cum constantly. She was keeping him on edge...and he loved every minute. Even the public humiliation. It was a backwater planet anyways.

Susan was bucking her hips and holding Wittman's neck as she fingered herself for the camera. "I'm going to expend boys," she said softly. Susan's hips came up and she made herself squirt and scream as her juices shot out onto the camera. Some began to pour down on her husband's cage. Susan sat down and kissed her husband. "Boys...not even my husband gets THIS pussy for free." She laughed. "You know who to contact." She gave the peace sign with her tongue out. She ended it with. "If you got the cash...I'll be at the royal resort, waiting in Bungalow four." Sue smiled. "The famous FAAAAANNNTTAASASTIC FOOOUR!" She joked using the term the locals called the bungalow was. She gave her peace sign and tongue out and then ended the video. She sat in Wizard's lap and uplaoded to the Zalbec Domzec pornsite her boyfriend Whitet created.

Susan got up and yawned. She streched her arms. "We got a few hours. I got a big day." She pulled her top off and went to the back bunk area to rest. "Night hon," she waved and blew back a kiss.

Bentley Wittman sat tied to a chair, dripping Sue's juice and leaking his own cum from his cage. "Hhrrrrmpppffff." He uttered in utter disappointment and total unsatisfied arousal.

A day later....Tarsuu Citadel Royal Resort...

Yellow K'choqtoc who Susan referred to as Cabana boy walked down the beach. He had his whole two weeks worth of pay in his pocket. He saw the long wooden bridge that led to the luxurious Bungalow Four situated on the end of the wooden dock. It was a place for the upper caste. The rich of the rich. A bungalow with a shower and hot tub, full fridge, bed, massage table and large wall sized Holo-TV. The bungalow overlooked the dark purple water and the horizon with two negative suns.

It had been converted by that punk white upper caste Tarsuuian K'choqtoc. He had quit the youth program. He was making enough money on his holonet site. The morning shift High Commander even allowed the white prick to rent the bungalow for rest of dry season.

Two big blue K'choqtoc, warrior caste were at a table on the end of the wood bridge. "You got the money," one asked without raising his head. Cabana Boy handed them his paycheck basically. "You're gonna have to wait." They pointed to a screen on a small Holo-projector. It was a live feed of the holonet site. It said "Zalbec Domzec fucked by a old Neffig."

Sure enough, Cabana Boy watched the old Neffig man who was here with his mate on an anniversary pinning Susan agaisnt the massage table. He was rutting her so hard and fast she was barely holding on with her legs around his black, blue and purple back. Her arms were outstretched holding on to the sides of the table. The Neffig alien man was fucking her so hard her tits were slamming up and down. His purple head dome shined in the light.

"Oh god...oh god...oh god." Susan shouted with each hard pump into her.

The two guards watched the Tarsuu boy watching the screen. "Don't watch too much kid." One chuckled. "You'll expend before you get in there."

"Oh fuck...oh fuck." Susan Storm moaned on the camera. "I'm expending". She shouted and reached her arms around the shoulders of the small Neffig. The scene changed to show the Neffig's hook shaped black coal dick slicing into a human pussy that was leaking honey.

"I'm going to give you my breeding butter you Earth whore." The old man growled rather evily. He seemed so nice with his Neffig mate, thought Cabana Boy as he watched. The black cock pushed inside Susan's pussy and a yellow bubbling foam like secretion began to pour our around the black dick. The Neffig pulled out.

Susan's human pussy leaked the yellow substance. "It does look like butter," Susan joked. "You just filled me with Neffig nut butter." She laughed.

The video ended. It was viewed by ten million subscribers.

Cabana Boy waited. The Neffig man appeared outside the bungalow and slowly walked the wood pier to the beach. He saw Cabana Boy and winked. "FANTASTIC." He breathed heavy wiping sweat away and patted the Tarsuuian youth on the shoulder with his three fingered hand. "I thought she was gonna kill me." He laughed. "Ho hum...back to reality with the old mate." He sighed. The old purple, blue and black Neffig alien walked away.

The large blue warrior caste guard pointed to the bungalow at the end of the pier. "Go slow kid...you look like your gonna pop."

The yellow Tarsuu boy Cabana ignored them. But it was true, he thought walking to the bungalow ahead. He was excited. Very excited. Susan Storm-Wittman had taken his virginity weeks ago on her honeymoon. He was madly in love with her. He'd spent all his money for this one hour with his goddess. He made his way to the white veil of the bungalow.

"Give me one minute to clean up and get a drink." Susan called from inside. He stepped in to see her backside in a white panty outfit that accentuated her lovely ass. She was finishing through the fridge. "Where are my manners," she stated. "Do you want a drink? There are some Arthrosian ales left by the bugs. I also have some Baluurian wine. And a...yeah...one Tarsuu bottle of grog."

The boy spoke up. "I can't drink."

Susan picked her head up recongizing the voice. "Cabana?" Her face lit up when she turned to see him. She stoll couldn't pronounce the K'choqtoc names. He accepted it. Whitey did as well. Hell, Whitey was now called Whitey. She ran over and hugged him. Her body pressed on Cabana's erection in his board shorts. "My first Tarsuuian," she smiled. "I haven't seen you in ages it seems." She looked at him no curiously. "I'm...I'm not cheap hon...how did you?"

Cabana opened up. "I spent my weeks pay." He then pulled a glass box out of his pocket. It contained two small green flowers. He offered them to Susan.

The Invisible Woman's eyes went wide. "Are those Ollrig roses?" Since the destruction of the planet such roses were rare and in high demand...and expensive. She took them and set them on the table. She walked back and wrapped her arms around the yellow skinned alien with the long head. "I miss you." She told him warmly. Her mouth moved to his lipless mouth and she pushed it upon his face. Her tongue entered the young Tarsuuian mouth. His own black thin tongue danced with hers.

The guards were shocked as Susan passinately made out with the alien. Heads turning, tongues out. She didn't "kiss" clients.

Cabana was in heaven already. It was already all worth it. She kissed his long head to his ear holes. "I'm so glad its you....." she told him softly. "I want you," She licked his ear hole. Her hand dipped into his shorts and gripped his twisted alien cock. She jerked it twice long and hard and felt numbness in her hand. "Wait are you?" She looked down to see his shorts begin to wet. "Are you expending already." She couldn't help but giggle feeling his cock with one hand and putting the other to her mouth in humored shock.

"By Chthon....I'm sorry." The young boy looked at her with shame. He had been too excited. He thought she would shame him. Instead she pumped his cock in his pants.

"Its ok hon....enjoy." She kissed his head and jerked him harder, feeling his second liqiuidy expel (or cum). She lifted his face and kissed him while his third expel coated her hands with sticky alien seed.

The pair heard raucus laughter at the end of the pier. "If assholes can't control themselves," Susan spoke to the camera. "They'll pay twice as much just to sniff my panties." She pulled her hands from his pants and licked his youthful alien cum from her fingers. She instructed the youthful alien boy (now a young man thanks to Susan) to disrobe. He did as told, and Susan looked over his frail form. Even for a yellow Tarsuuian he was skinny. His twisting yello muscle tissue still fascinated Susan. She walked over to the edges of the bungalow and dipped his sticky clothes in the purple ocean. The heroine pulled the clothes up and set them in the sun.

"My next client isn't for two hours." She told the alien teen. "You got me til then if you wanna hang." The human blonde stated.

Cabana Boy, as he was referred to, was more than happy. He even accepted her mix of Tyannan vodka and Tarsuu sun fruit juice. It was delicious. The boy bathed nude with Susan in the large hot tub in the middle of the bungalow. Both naked they enjoyed their closeness. Her human hands massgaed his alien shoulders while she sat above him. She wanted him to tell her about his youth, and what his plans were. That she could help him get into the citadel academy. She had "pull" there now. Every now and again, she'd reach down and grab his inflating cock. Each individual twisting tube inflated with its specific seed separately.

Their talk had stopped, and she was soon behind him in the tub sucking on his ear hole and jerking his alien dick slowly. She eventually stood up, water cascading down her now tan human body. She led the boy to the large bed with white silken sheets.

Cabana laid back on the bed and just watched the beauty climb above him. She gripped his twisting alien cock and then slowly slid her pussy down onto the dick. Cabana grunted feeling the warm wet stimulation of the humans pussy. It was slow and full, her motions. Inch by inch she rode his cock. He looked up to see a bright smile on her face looking back at him. She grabbed his hands and pulled them to her tits.

It was like a dream come true, as the woman he loved fucked the youth slowly. Cabana did nothing but lay back and enjoy as her wet snatch slid up and down his cock. It was the best sex of his life he'd recall years later.

"Lady Susan," Cabana shouted feeling the coming cli max."I'm going to...."

Susan bent down and kissed him softly. "Me first." And she let out a moan. The boy felt her soft human quim pulse on his dick and flood his cock. They looked at each other in lust and Susan felt the boy explode inside her. She sank down ans let him cum deep up in her. They kissed passionately.

In the after glow of wonderful sex, the Invisible Woman rolled off and laid her head on his alien chest. "We should do that more often." She laughed. "You ever had a girlfriend." She joked.

He had not. The boy fell asleep with his human love on snoring on top of him.