The Martian Hen Party

Sam is on her second drink when she hears the joyful squeals of a dozen martian girls and a couple of human girls.

"Heyyy!" a green girl wearing a bright pink dress calls out while gently grabbing Sam's arm. "You are soooo cute! What's your pretty name?" She sounds quite **** already.

Sam, feeling her cheeks warming up as she's surrounded by wide-eyed ladies, turns to face her new friend. Before she can say anything, however, a second martian grabs the first and says in a sultry tone, "Zahtl, look what's on her shirt." The second girl is taller, and wearing a revealing bodysuit with holes on the side.

"Oh dear! Izzat true? We can touch you however we want?"

Sam looks down at her shirt, then at the many attentive faces surrounding her. She had assumed no one would ask for consent in this place, and wouldn't have minded if they did just start fondling her. But, getting asked is also fine.

"Yes," she mutters, before clearing her throat and letting out a much louder, "Yes! I'd love to be yours for the night!"

"Woah!" The second martian girl says. "What's that?" Her hand grabs onto Sam's dick, who lets out a surprised yelp. Her reaction seems to please the group.

"She's got an ovipositor, Ythy baby!" the martian in pink says. She also puts her hand on Sam's dick, rubbing it with what almost feels like reverence.

"No, silly! Humans don't lay eggs. I think they call it a pe-nis."

Sam lets out a moan as the two grips on her dick get tighter, and the two martian look up to meet her gaze with their wide starry eyes.

"Sorry, we're jerking you off and you don't even know our names! My name's Zahtl, and this is my future wife Ythlthsek, but you can call her Ythy."

"Pleased to meet you," Ythy says before giving Sam a good spank on the bum.

"We're celebrating becoming wives by spending the week being dirty harlots," Zahtl cooes before giving Sam a big kiss on the lips.

"Pretty much," Ythy agrees before claiming Sam's lips in turn.

Sam, who's way too flustered to say anything, lets herself be touched and kissed by these total strangers. It feels really fucking good.

Two more martians come behind her, and she can feel hands going up her tank top and down into her leggings. They grab her butt and her tits, all while the two brides-to-be continue to massage her very erect cock.

"It's getting wet!" Zahtl whispers to her girlfriend. Her hand is focused around the tip of Sam's dick, so she can fully feel the precum stain forming on the front of her pants. She gets up on her toes to reach Sam's ear before whispering, "wanna touch mine?"

Sam does want to touch hers. Her hand moves almost on its own towards the bottom of Zahtl's pink dress, until she touches the fabric of a pair of underwear. Within the martian's panties, she can feel her coiled ovipositor. She pulls it out and rubs it gingerly; It's her first time handling martian genitals.

"No need to be coy, cutie pie. You can fondle me as hard as you want." Zahtl's voice is still playful, but there is an edge to it ever since Sam's hand grabbed onto her shaft.

Sam presses a little harder, and the pink fiancee responds in kind. Feeling adventurous, Sam puts her other hand towards the other girl's crotch, feeling Ythy's egg-slit through the thin fabric of her bodysuit.

She never wants this night to end.