For now.

When I looked behind the couch a part of my mind noticed that no-name had been right, the girl laying on the floor did have very nice tits. B-cups, firm with no flattening even though she was laying on her back. She also had pierced nipples, each hard pink bud had a small barbell piercing thrust through them. I ran my eyes down her bare body and took in her shaved pubic mound and the tiny but intricate tattoo right above her slightly parted cleft that was currently glistening in the overhead light from her own personal lubrication. Her clit was also pierced.

My cock twitched in my pants, begging to be let out. That snug little cleft was so inviting I felt an overwhelming urge to see if it was as tight as it looked. I might have done it too, if I had not recognized the grungy old flannel track suit the girl was wearing. Or not wearing.

The top had been yanked up over her head, tangling her arms and tied into a bag with the help of the girl’s own bra. Her pants had been pulled down around her lower legs and secured with a leather belt. She was nude from the knees to her collar bone, her face invisible, and the exposed body, despite some chubbiness, way hotter than I had ever imagined existed under Betty’s dress for comfort clothing. But I’d see the outfit that was constraining her limbs and hiding her head far too often not to recognize it. And despite the surprise of the piercings and how good her body was, I knew it was Betty, and not just some girl who had borrowed her clothing.

In the background of me taking note of all of this I also noticed that there was zero signs that the guys had done anything at all to Betty except used her own clothing to immobilize her. My cock throbbed in my pants and without really thinking about it my hands started to shove my pants down over my hips.

There is no question in my mind that if I hadn’t been interrupted I would have fucked my helpless friend right then and there. I can’t even say I feel guilty about it. But I was interrupted and I can pretend that maybe I’d have regretted taking advantage of the small blonde.

“Smack!” The sound of someone’s palm striking a face broke the spell, followed by a scream, “You bastard!”

I shifted my attention from the helpless girl on the floor back over to the frat boys and their dates. The girl Chuck had been face-fucking was standing on her feet, her face flushed with rage. A livid hand-print decorated Chuck’s face. His expression was ugly, and surprised.

“What the fuck, bitch!” Chuck demanded.

“Hey! I thought our spunk was supposed to make them love us!” No-name exclaimed as the girl between his legs seemed to shake herself out of a trance and pushed herself away from him. With her hands tied behind her back all she managed was to fall over onto her side, her bare breasts bouncing.

The girl between Ron’s legs pulled her head up letting his semi-erect cock pop free as she looked over at her two friends with a dazed expression.

The girl between Todd’s legs continued to bob her head up and down enthusiastically even as he looked at the scene in front of him in alarm. Her bare breasts swayed back and forth under her and the hands secured behind her back open and closed in frustration.

“Love you!” the girl who had slapped Chuck shouted in a voice choked with conflicting emotions. She then uttered what was to become a bit of a catch phrase in the days to come. “I saw the same announcement you did, you idiot! I know why I’m high as a kite right now, and why it's taking everything I have to not dive in and start sucking your cock. Everything I’m feeling right now, except how much I loath you, is because of those fucking aliens.”

“Yeah!” the girl who had pushed herself away from maybe No-name said. Her voice was a bit slurred and she kept darting longing looks toward No-name. “Like, I feel so good, right now. Like I just popped some really good ****, and I like, think I love him. But it’s because of those fucking aliens.” She fingered the top of her shirt, which had been ripped open to allow her breasts to spill free. She gave No-name an accusing look, “I really liked this shirt, and you liked, ruined it.” The shirt she minded, the sperm dribbling down one of her cheeks didn’t seem to bother her at all.

“I guess we’ll just have to give you a few more doses then!” Chuck said reaching for the girl in front of him with fingers hooked into claws. He obviously intended to dig his fingers into her hair and **** her back between her legs.

Following Chuck’s lead, Ron dug his own fingers into the hair of the girl between his legs and dragged her head back down into his lap. For a minute it looked like she was going to start sucking him again, but then with a conflicted expression on her sperm smeared face she twisted her face to the side so his drooling cock just ran alongside her cheek.

“Keep away from me!” the blonde said in a **** voice with more than a hint of longing in it. She backed away and stumbled over her own feet before falling onto her ass, her braless boobs bouncing enticingly.

I’m no hero, and I was pretty sure at least some of blondie’s outrage was because good old Chuck didn’t have a trust fund. Mostly I was puzzled for the same reason the guys were. I still had only vague memories of most of the alien’s long winded speech, but the part I was remembering more clearly now, because all the guys had been discussing it, was the fact our sperm was supposed to be a golden ticket now. Shoot it into a girl and she was your own private fuck-slut until the dose wore off. So what was going on with these girls?”

“John?” Betty said in a questioning tone behind me. I twisted my head and saw that she had worked the neck of her track top up over her head, still leaving her arms trapped. She was looking at me with frightened doe eyes. I felt a pain in my chest. She’d looked at me in exasperation, or with an expression of long suffering, and sometimes with amused affection, but she’d never looked at me with fear. It turned me on. I liked it. I liked her thinking I was dangerous. Because I fucking was. I wanted to show her that she was right to fear me. I was not some big goofy dog. I was a dangerous predator.

If I’d been a gorilla I would have beaten my chest. If I’d been a lion I’d have roared, but I was a man, so I decided to show my masculinity by dominating a piss-ante wimp. I turned back toward the scene between Chuck and his cheerleader. He’d caught her hair in his hand and was dragging her across the floor toward the lounger. No doubt he intended to **** her to blow him as often as it took for his sperm to break down her resistance.

The next thing I knew I had hold of Chuck’s wrist in my hand and was squeezing. His eyes went wide as his face paled from the pain. His finger relaxed and the girl he’d been dragging scrambled away, her face filled with conflicting emotions as she looked at the two of us. I half way expected her to jump me in defense of Chuck. She was giving off that sort of vibe. I straightened out my arm, shoving Chuck into the lounger hard enough that it tipped backward and spilled him onto the floor behind it.

The blonde darted looks between me and the downed Chuck, and from the look in her eyes I really did expect her to rush over to him in a defensive manner. But then she seemed to gather herself and she turned away from him. “Mary, Cherry, Lyn. We are so out of here!” She snapped. She walked over to the girl who had been blowing No-name and freed her tied hands from behind her back. The girl rubbed her wrists while shooting Ron longing looks. Ron wasn’t paying attention to her. His eyes were all on me, and I gave him my best alpha male look, showing off for Betty. He didn’t protest as the girl he’d been face fucking did up her top as best she could.

The girl who had been with No-name stopped trying to do up her top and just left her breasts bare as she gave him an injured look as if he’d betrayed their love or something.

The girl sucking Todd’s cock was still doing so enthusiastically while ignoring her friends. In the end the two girls who seemed to have the strongest sense of self-awareness grabbed her by the arms and dragged her away from Todd. She cried out, “Call me!” as they exited. The last of the four kept darting looks back at Ron as she left, but his eyes were on me and I doubt he noticed.

“Fucking aliens!” Chuck cursed. He gave me a dirty look, from way across the room. “Come on guys. There are a lot of other sluts out there. Lets try it again somewhere we won’t be interrupted!” They all pulled up their pants and exited, and it was just me and Betty left.

I turned around to see that Betty had managed to get herself up on her knees and was struggling to free her arms from her top which was holding them behind her back. She paused as she realized my focus had shifted to her and she stared up at me with those same doe eyes as earlier while her breath sped. She swallowed nervously and asked. “A little help here John?” in a questioning tone.

[I'm going to go back to working on my other story while I let this one percolate and see what sort of reaction it gets. I have the direction for the next half-dozen or so chapters figured out, but how John treats his harem as he acquires it will depend on your feedback.]