God helps those who help themselves

“In a bit, Betty,” I told her as I unbuckled my pants and let out my cock.

“John!” Betty said with a touch of panic in her voice. She kneewalked as best she could away from me, but all that did was set her boobs to bouncing hypnotically. Not exactly a deterrent, especially when she backed herself right into the back of the couch and couldn’t go any further.

I covered all the distance she had retreated in a single step and loomed over her with my erect cock bobbing above her head.

“What are you doing, John?”

“Betty, you’re supposed to be the smart one here. Stop pretending you don’t understand what’s going on.”

She swallowed, and stared at the swaying tip of my cock as if were a snake. “I understand. You think that if you ejaculate in me I’ll fall in love with you because of what the aliens have done. But you don’t need to do that, John.”

Her reply actually caused me to pause as I looked at her in puzzlement. “Huh? Aliens? What are you talking about, Betty? You’ve been hiding that smoking body from me all this time, how do you expect me to resist when I find out what you had under all those oversized sweaters? And with pierced nipples as well. What sort of a guy would I be if I didn't take advantage?”

“Listen to me, John. This isn’t you. You don’t want to do this. I think the aliens must have supercharged the male libido. You can fight it.”

I gave a sigh of annoyance. Betty very clearly didn’t understand how hot she was tied up like she was. Or how hot she was running. I could see how swollen her nipples were, how dilated her eyes were, how wet her pussy was. All signs I’d grown familiar with from fucking my mom. I understood though. She was a girl. A girl couldn’t be too eager. It was a guy’s job to take the lead so that they could pretend they were still a good girl.

“There isn’t anything to fight, Betty. It’s really simple. You got to stop overthinking everything. Just accept it. I’m going to fuck you.” I had to squat slightly to bring my cock level with Betty’s face. She tried to draw away but was blocked by the couch. I fisted my cock as I leaned in and brushed the tip across her clenched lips, leaving behind a smear of pre-cum.

“No! Stop!” Betty begged, but by doing so she tasted my pre-cum and a little of the fear went out of her eyes as she smacked her lips.

“See, it’s not that bad. Open up, don’t make me do it for you!” I ordered her.

Betty was panting as if she’d run a race and her eyes kept flickering from my eyes to the drooling tip of my dick. At last she seemed to realize that this was going to happen no matter what she said. Tentatively she opened her mouth. It wasn’t nearly far enough, but it was enough of an opening that I was able to push forward and **** the fat head of my cock inside, forcing open her jaw.

“Guk, huk, guk,” Betty gagged in reaction to finding her mouth stuffed full of my cock. It felt wonderful. I’d forgotten how fantastic it feels to have a girl sucking on your dick. Betty was nowhere near Mom’s league as a cock-sucker, but that was okay. She just needed practice. Lots of practice.

“That’s it, take your time, get used to it,” I said in a soothing tone. I didn’t allow Betty any room to retreat, but neither did I try to **** my cock down her throat, no matter how much I wanted to. That didn’t stop her from gagging and/or ****, and each time she did it sent waves of pleasure through my cock. It had been a long time since I’d been inside a girl and it didn’t take long before my balls started to boil. It looked like Betty was going to benefit from the fact I hadn't gotten around to jerking off his morning. Instead of my load being wasted on a kleenex she was going to get it all.

I began to shift my hips slightly, causing me cock to rock back and forth in Betty’s mouth, pushing in and pulling out a little bit each time.

“Huck, guk, guk,huck, guk,” Betty gagged, tears streaming down her face from her clenched eyes.

Looking down at Betty with her mouth wrapped around the first three inches of my cock was hot as fuck. She might not be super model hot, but she rocked the girl next door look, and it was doing it for me. I didn’t even try to drag it out. I slipped a hand behind her head and held her firmly in place as my balls gave up the ghost and unloaded, sending a flood of sperm into Betty’s mouth. Far more than she could handle. She coughed, blowing some out her nose while some bubbled out around my dick. She swallowed convulsively and it felt so good I’m sure I added a few extra shots to the load.

In the end she likely only swallowed half of my load, the rest ended up smeared across her face and dribbling down onto her heaving breasts and quivering thighs.

I pulled my dick, which was still rock hard, out of her mouth and looked down at her glazed expression as she looked up at me.

“I don’t understand,” Betty mumbled.

“I told you. You’re hot,” I repeated.

“Not that, idiot. Why don’t I feel any different about you? The aliens said a female would imprint on any male who ejaculated into her.”

I shrugged. “Maybe you were already imprinted on me?” I suggested, not really having any idea, but trying to hold up my end of the conversation. It was a habit I’d fallen into with Betty when she was working her way through a puzzle.

“No, maybe? It’s possible.” She looked back up at me with an annoyed expression that sure didn’t look like she was madly in love with me and wanted nothing more than to be my sex ****. “Are you done? Can we deal with why I came here in the first place?”