2 comments/ 7666 views/ 3 favorites Alina By: Scorpio58 AVERTISMENT: intamplarile descrise fiind adevarate, numele si locatiile s-ar putea sa fi fost schimbate. O amintire placuta, cu nu prea mult sex la inceput, dar, daca aveti rabdare, o sa intelegeti de ce... E frig, e iarna, a nins toata saptamana... Astazi, cel putin, e frig de crapa pietrele... Suntem in timpul orei -- nu mai tin minte care -- cand intra directoarea adjuncta. Nu ne invatase nimeni, inca, despre modul corect de adresare: doamna director adjunct... Si, culmea, eram deja elevi de liceu! In fine, madame director ne povesteste cum ca toti, fara exceptie, din moment ce am implinit deja paisprezece ani, trebuie sa iesim in curtea scolii, sa dam zapada -- sa eliberam caile de acces... Cum toti avem, deja, saisprezece ani, fara exceptie, ne imbracam si iesim in curtea liceului. Luam, fiecare, cate o lopata si ne punem pe treaba... Cum deja zapada este inghetata, din pacate, eforturile noastre se dovedesc a fi aproape inutile... Se pare ca de mic n-am putut suferi sa muncesc aiurea, fara rezultate... Din fericire, am si imaginatie si si initiativa, asa ca, amintindu-mi de tarnacoapele de la punctul contra incendiilor de langa sala de sport, las lopata si plec in cercetare... Le gasesc, aleg doua si revin. Directoarea, o femeie de patruzeci si ceva de ani, chinuindu-se sa ne supravegheze si coordoneze, inghetata, deja bocna, se uita la mine surprinsa: - Ce-ai de gand sa faci? - O sa incerc sa sparg gheata, doamna. Ii pasez unul dintre tarnacoape unui coleg, apoi incepem sa spargem gheata, in timp ce colegii nostri elibereaza dupa noi cu lopetile... Deja ne-am intrat "in mana", cum se spune, pana apare nenea mecanicul scolii, furios de-a dreptul: - Ce faceti, inconstientilor? Vreti sa distrugeti curtea scolii?!? Distrugeti asfaltul!!!... Spre marea noastra uimire, se indreapta apoi catre sefa lui, madame director si ii trage un perdaf de zile mari, admonestand-o ca, fiind femeie, habar n-are despre lucrurile astea... Femeia se pierde, se fastaceste, iar tipul este din ce in ce mai agresiv... Din senin, o pustoaica, mica si pitica, de la o alta clasa (eu, avand 1,9 metri inaltime, ii vad pe destui altii cam... pitici) se apropie de cei doi, cu lopata in mana si... incepe sa tipe la individ: - Nene, daca tot te lauzi ca esti asa de priceput, de ce nu pui matale mana pe lopata, sa ne arati si noua cum se poate da gheata cu lopata, fara ca s-o spargi mai intai? Tipul este de-a dreptul surprins, insa asta nu-l opreste sa se intoarca spre pustoaica si sa-i zica tot felul de chestii, pe care n-o sa ma apuc sa le reproduc aici... Baiatu' are apucaturi tiranice -- daca de sefa lui trebuie, intr-un fel sa tina cont, fetita asta este o gaina in fata lui... Imi sare tandara -- nesimtitul sta undeva, inauntru, la caldura, infundandu-se cu bautura, in timp ce noi, ca fraierii, inghetam si transpiram in acelasi timp... Iau tarnacopul, il asez pe umar si ma indrept spre el: - Domnule! Cum iti permiti, ca adult si angajat al acestei institutii sa vorbesti in halul asta cu o eleva?!? Sau... cumva, vorbeste alcoolul pe care l-ai consumat pana acum?... Tipul se intoarce, aruncandu-mi priviri fioroase, cu ochii injectati, face doi pasi spre mine, chestie care ma face sa las, rapid, tarnacopul alaturi, pregatindu-ma sa-l "receptionez" cum se cuvine... Nu stiu ce -- la scoala nimeni nu stie despre antrenamentele mele din "particular" - il face pe nene sa se opreasca. Se rasuceste spre doamna director si incepe sa urle ca o sa scrie el rapoarte la minister, la Comitetul Central, la Dumnezeu in persoana... Chiar ca-mi vin dracii: - Auzi, nene! Daca vrei ca de saptamana viitoare sa ai alt loc de munca, intr-o locatie mai adecvata comportamentului dumitale, hai, continua!... Iar se intoarce spre mine, insa de data asta pot sa-i citesc frica din ochi... Continui: - Suntem suficient de multi aici, care te-am vazut cum te manifesti fata de superiorii dumitale pe cale ierarhica! Pleaca, nene! Du-te, calmeaza-te! Lasa-ne sa ne facem treaba!... O fi el baut, dar nu e beat de tot, asa ca realizeaza ca i-am oferit o portita de scapare... Pleaca bombanind, numai el stie ce, gesticuland ca un maimutoi... Noi ne continuam treaba, iar in doua ore suntem gata, cu toate aleile. Revenind in clasa, avem surpriza placuta sa gasim, pe fiecare banca, cate o cana cu ceai fierbinte. Nu apuc sa beau prea mult, ca se deschide usa clasei si o profa baga capul, strigandu-ma pe nume, apoi comunicandu-mi ca sunt asteptat in birou la doamna directoare... Sa vezi ce liniste s-a facut in clasa... Ma ridic si plec -- probabil ca ma asteapta o exmatriculare, ceva... Cucoana e asezata in spatele unui birou impunator, intesat de hartoage de tot soiul, iar undeva, in apropierea ei, observ o ceasca -- sigur nu contine cafea... Imi zambeste: - Ia un loc, dragule... Nu apuc sa ma asez bine, ca tipa se ridica, ia dintr-un dulap o ceasca identica, apoi revine pe scaun la birou, trage un sertar si... toarna dintr-o sticla. Imi inmaneaza ceasca, apoi si-o umple din nou pe a ei: - Dupa cate eforturi ai depus, comparat cu colegii tai, chiar ca meriti ceva mai tare... Miros -- e coniac. Isi scoate o tigara, apoi ma intreaba daca am tigarile la mine -- sunt deja prea mare ca sa mai fac fite si figuri, ca, vezi Doamne, eu nu, niciodata... Tipa stie ca toti fumam, sau ca ne prostim... Imi scot si eu o tigara si o aprind... Fumam si bem in tacere. Brusc, o apuca vorbitul: - Initiativa ta ne-a scapat, cu siguranta, de multe ore de congelator, chestie pe care nu pot sa nu o apreciez... Necazul este ca, nici tu si nici Alina, nu trebuia sa va bagati nasul in discutia dintre mine si mecanic. Astea, pana la urma, sunt chestii de oameni mari... Se poticneste, asa ca-si aprinde o alta tigara... - Totusi, ca pana la urma sunt si eu om, nu pot sa nu apreciez ca mi-ati sarit in ajutor, mai ales ca, sincer, nu prea ma pricep sa negociez cu oamenii cand sunt beti... Soarbe din ceasca, nu inainte de a spune: - Noroc! Continua: - Acuma, conform regulamentului, ar trebui sa va exmatriculez de la una la trei zile -- in acelasi timp, insa, nu ma pot abtine sa va multumesc... Gata! Mi-e de ajuns! - Stimata doamna, daca este cazul, pot sa vorbesc cu tata si gaseste el o solutie sa-l faca pe nemernicul asta sa regrete pana si faptul ca s-a nascut! In plus, va scap si de dilema in care va aflati, ca pe tata n-o sa puteti sa-l exmatriculati!... Izbucnim amandoi in ras... Tipa redevine serioasa: - Uite ce este, chiar te rog, insistent, sa nu te-apuci sa-i povestesti lui taica-tu ce s-a intamplat astazi. Nemernicul asta e destul de amarat -- are si el copii, iar nevasta-sa este casnica -- este singurul aducator de venituri in casa aia... In plus, nici n-a savarsit cine stie ce crima... O sa vina maine dimineata, spasit, la mine, rugandu-ma sa-l iert cu cerul si pamantul!... Apoi, se uita la continutul cestii, imi cere sa mi-o termin rapid si pe mea, intrucat vrea sa o cheme si pe Alina, sa ne faca "morala" la amandoi... In fine, dupa ce face sa dispara cestile si scrumiera, o suna pe secretara si-i spune s-o cheme pe Alina... In mai putin de cinci minute, Alina este in birou, pe un scaun, in fata mea. Cum ziceam, e slabuta, micuta, iar sarafanul asta afurisit nu ma lasa nici macar sa-mi dau seama daca i-au crescut ceva tate sau nu... Madame director se ridica, se indreapta spre fereastra, apoi, admirand peisajul, ne tine o juma' de ora de prelegeri moralizatoare, despre respectul fata de cei mai in varsta si tot soiul de alte cacaturi, specifice epocii in care se desfasoara actiunea... Alina isi framanta mainile, de parca le-ar dusmani... Brusc, madame director se opreste, apoi se uita la mine: - Ai bani? Sau, de fapt, altfel spus, cati bani ai la tine? Cucoana e bine informata -- stie ca am intotdeauna bani... Ii explic ca... nici o problema. - Bine, ia-o pe Alina si mergeti la o cofetarie. Va scutesc eu de la restul orelor. Mancati o prajitura, iar tu ii povestesti Alinei despre ce am discutat inainte de sosirea ei... Acum, gata! Plecati! Nu-mi vad capul de treburi! In timp ce iesim pe usa, are grija sa strige: - Si sa ziceti merci ca de data asta nu va exmatriculez!... Stiu c-a zis-o pentru ca sa auda secretara, insa nici aia nu e vreo tampita -- ne zambeste... Alina e mititica, fragila -- luam un autobuz si o duc la o cofetarie unde stiu ca tot ce au e de la foarte bun in sus... In cateva cuvinte, aici, ii povestesc Alinei despre situatia relativ dificila in care se afla directoarea... Normal ca-mi tin gura in ce priveste coniacul si tigarile... Partea "tare"este ca tatal Alinei este procuror, asa ca, teoretic, poate sa vina la scoala si sa-l ia pe dobitoc cu catuse la maini... In sfarsit, hotaram ca, daca asa vrea madame director, lasam lucrurile balta... Incepem sa dicutam despre prieteni comuni -- n-avem nici macar unul! Despre locurile in care ne petrecem timpul liber -- absolut diferite! Despre sex -- marturisesc ca, deja, am acumulat ceva experienta -- ea este virgina!... Imi marturiseste ca nu are de gand sa-l astepte pe cavalerul sosit calare pe calul alb, insa, cum e asa micuta si "insignifianta", se pare ca nu starneste interesul baietilor, chiar daca, asa cum bine stie, o matusa de-a ei, care arata lafel, are deja trei copii, sanatosi, bine-merci... Sincer, sunt uimit de felul ei de a fi, atat de deschisa si de sincera in ce o priveste, mai ales in contextul in care, asa cum mi-a marturisit, este inca virgina... In sfrsit, plecam din cofetarie si o conduc la statia de autobuz. Decidem doua lucruri: cum avem deja ceva secrete comune, in mod sigur va trebui sa ne mai intalnim, iar al doilea lucru este ca vom avea grija ca relatia noastra sa fie secreta -- o protejam, in felul asta si pe directoare si nici nu lasam colegii sa ne barfeasca... Urmatoarea intalnire va avea loc duminica, intr-un loc foarte apropiat de cel in care locuiesc -- insa, deocamdata, ea nu stie acest lucru... Aerul este inghetat, insa, parolist, cu trei minute inainte de ora noua dimineata sunt pe baricade -- uite-o si pe Alina, luptandu-se sa inainteze prin curentii de aer care, se pare, vor sa ne omoare pe toti... O salut scurt, apoi o iau de mana si o tarasc dupa mine pana la bloc. In fata liftului, ma intreaba: - Parintii tai sunt acasa? Vreau sa zic... ce vor spune ca apari cu mine? - Da, sunt acasa, insa nu ne vor deranja, asa ca... nici nu vor avea ocazia sa spuna ceva... Camera mea ne asteapta -- o mare sticla de whiskey troneaza, pe o tava, insotita de doua pahare, chiar in mijlocul masutei pentru cafea. Sper ca n-ati uitat ca sunt, totusi, adolescent si ca trebuie, intr-un fel sau altul, sa ma dau mare... Benzile cu ultimul racnet in materie de muzica sunt deja pregatite, asteptand doar o apasare de buton... In clipa in care dau drumul la muzica, Alina incepe sa danseze. Bai si chiar danseaza ca lumea! Dansam vreo juma' de ora -- o fi tipa micuta, dar la dans le cam baga in buzunar pe multe!... In fine, se hotaraste sa se aseze, apoi imi ia la lins cataloagele cu muzici... Brusc, sare! - Vangelis! Ai Vangelis! Vreau Vangelis! - Bine! Gata! Am inteles! Vangelis!... Pun Vangelis, apoi se uita rugator la mine: - Imi poti da, te rog, un pahar cu apa? - Sigur! Ce zici insa de niste suc de portocale? Aplauda, in gluma: - Vai, ce bine! Aduc doua sonde cu suc de portocale. Vrea sa-l ia pe al ei, insa o opresc: - Stai putin, lasa-ma sa-l "prelucrez" mai intai... Deschid sticla de whiskey si torn in paharul Alinei. - Gusta! Daca nu-ti place, iti dau paharul meu... Gusta, apoi bea si se linge pe buze semnificativ -- ii place... Ii ofer o tigara -- nu e fumatoare, doar pufaie, sa fie si ea in ton cu lumea... Doamne! Ce tineri si ce prosti putem sa fim!... Ne vedem de bauturile si tigarile noastre, apoi o iau de mana si o fac sa se aseze la mine in brate. Se incordeaza de zici ca-i facuta din lemn, insa nu-i las timp sa protesteze -- deja buzele noastre sunt lipite unele de altele... Isi tine gura inchisa, asa tare, incat, pana la urma, o iau de barbie cu o mana si o oblig s-o deschida... Mai face ceva fite, insa, intr-un final, pricepe ideea si se lasa... Mie, cel putin, mi-e clar ca e prima data in viata ei cand ii baga cineva limba in gura... Un lucru e sigur -- gagica se prinde si invata repede... Dupa mai mult de o ora, de fapt, dupa doua albume cu Vangelis, buzele si limbile noastre sunt deja obosite, insa suntem si antrenati in domeniul sarutului frantuzesc... Alina se uita la mine si-mi zambeste: - Acum, e randul tau sa alegi muzica... O sa te las tot pe tine sa alegi, insa ai doar doua optiuni: ori Queen, ori Pink Floyd... Dau drumul la muzica -- Pink Floyd -- iar cand ma intorc, constat ca deja Alina este intinsa in pat, cu doua perne sub cap -- sa va zic ce-mi trece prin minte? Nu cred ca e cazul! Sincer! Iau scrumiera de pe masa, o asez pe pat, intre noi, apoi ii aprind Alinei o tigara si-mi aprind si mie una... Dupa ce terminam cu tigarile, iau scrumiera si o pun pe noptiera... Nu trece mult si Alina ma prinde de mana si mi-o aseaza pe abdomenul ei -- dupa cum o simt, fata cam gafaie, asa ca ma intorc si-mi bag iarasi limba in gura ei... Dupa un timp, ma opreste: - Stiu ca n-am eu cine stie ce mamele, daca te uiti foarte atent, o sa vezi ca, totusi, am, insa stiu sigur ca baietilor le place sa puna mana pe ele si nu numai... N-o sa te opresc, daca ai chef si incerci... Apoi ma imbratiseaza si ma saruta... Sincer, trebuie sa-mi revin din uimire -- n-am mai intalnit asa fata directa, mai ales ca e virgina... O iau usurel, mangaind-o pe abdomen, apoi, incet, ma indrept spre mamele. Nu poarta sutien -- fata nu-i tampita -- realizeaza ca, cel putin deocamdata, nu e cazul... Poarta un pulover, iar pe dedesubt o bluza -- ma ridic si o ajut sa-si dea jos puloverul. Apoi, lejer, ii deschid cativa nasturi de la bluza si-mi strecor mana direct pe sani... N-o avea ea tate, dar... are sfarcuri! Sare ca arsa! E sensibila, iar eu abia astept sa-i sug si sa-i ling bunatate de sfarcuri!... Dupa cateva manevre, slava Domnului, bine exersate, ia si bluza directia puloverului... Tremura un pic, insa sigur nu pentru ca e frig in camera... Mai intai imi las limba sa-i alunece intre sanii ei micuti -- dardaie si mai tare, iar respiratia ii devine sacadata, neregulata... In sfarsit, ma apropii si-i iau un san intre buze, sugandu-i sfarcul -- e deja tare si proeminent. Geme deja. Ii las sfarcul in pace, insa imediat inlocuiesc buzele si limba cu degetul aratator si cu cel mare, rasucindu-l, strangandu-l usor, in timp ce deja buzele imi sunt ocupate cu celalalt sfarc... Deja se perpeleste, se zgaltaie patul cu noi de tare ce se agita -- o simt ca se straduieste sa stea, sa ma lase sa-i fac ce vreau eu, insa e foarte sensibila -- probabil ca este pentru prima data in viata cand i se aplica un asemenea tratament... Acuma, daca tot am pornit pe drumul asta, n-am de gand s-o las pe ea sa-mi sugereze si altele, asa ca ma apuc, gospodareste, sa-i desfac nasturul de la jeansi... Sare, speriata si-mi pune mana pe a mea, sa ma opreasca. Ma uit la ea, cu o mina cat pot eu de serioasa: - Alina, te asigur ca n-o sa incerc sa-ti fac nimic daca tu nu o sa vrei, insa, te rog, lasa-ma sa-ti fac o placere si mai mare!... Nu vrea. Se vede pe fata ei. I se poate citi frica in ochi... In sfarsit, mai cu forta, mai cu acceptul ei, reusesc sa-i deschid afurisitul de nasture si trec la fermoar. Deja sta cu picioarele lipite strans, de parca ar fi in pielea goala... In fine, dupa ce-i deschid si fermoarul, imi iau mana de acolo, concentrandu-ma pe partea de sus. Cand ma saruta, imi suge limba, de zici ca vrea sa mi-o inghita... Ii abandonez gura si trec la gat. O ling, o sug usor, atent sa nu-i las urme pe care sa trebuiasca sa le explice acasa, parintilor... Iar se agita, se zvarcoleste, tragand aer in piept de zici ca e la peste zece mii de metri altitudine fara masca de oxigen... In sfarsit, ca sa fie tacamul complet, o mai si ciupesc usor de sfarcuri, apoi, repede, cobor mana si i-o strecor pe sub chiloti, trecand de parul pubian. Iar isi strange picioarele, dar... prea tarziu! Deja degetul meu este pe lindicul ei, insa, la halul in care-si tine picioarele de stranse, e clar ca nu pot incerca sa-i produc vreo placere... Oricum, degetul meu este deja acolo si n-am de gand sa ma retrag fara lupta... E rosie la fata ca naiba: - Tttte rrroggg! Ia-ti mana de-acolo! Sunt murdara, sunt uda! Tot ce sper este ca nu m-am pisat pe mine!... Ma uit la ea, zambind: - Nu, iubito, ala nu-i pisat. Esti umeda, ca orice femeie excitata! Si, oricum, aia nu este murdarie!... Ma priveste, surprinsa, apoi, desi suntem lipiti unul de celalalt, o simt ca e plecata departe, departe... Nu stiu ce o framanta... Continui, totusi: - Uite, daca-ti bagi mana in pantalonii mei, o sa vezi ca si eu, dupa atatea sarutari si mozoleli sunt ud! Si-ti jur ca nu m-am pisat pe mine!... Brusc, exclama! - Deci de-aia mi s-au udat chilotii in halul ala cand m-am uitat in revistele porno de la ai mei din dormitor! Imi vine s-o iau razna! Ma uit, uimit, la Alina: - Scuza-ma, dar tie nu ti-a povestit maica-ta despre... stii tu, albine, caini, iepuri?... Se vede pe fata ei ca se intristeaza: - Nu inca. Mi-a zis, totusi, ca o sa aiba grija sa poarte o discutie cu mine despre sex dupa ce implinesc optsprezece ani... Nu mai pot! Izbucnesc: - Iubire, daca te invat eu ce stiu, probabil ca la optsprezece ani vei fi in masura sa le dai alor tai ceva lectii despre sex si placeri!... In fine, ne umfla pe amandoi rasul... Doamne! Cat de TAMPITI pot sa fie unii parinti!... Oricum, momentul mi se pare suficient de "complicat", asa ca-mi retrag mana dintre picioarele Alinei, ma dau jos din pat, dau volumul muzicii mai incet si ma asez pe fotoliu, aprinzandu-mi o tigara: - Hai, copilu', vino sa mai bem niste chestie de-asta si sa stam un pic de vorba... Se ridica si ea din pat, asezandu-se pe celalalt fotoliu, in timp ce-si incheie nasturii de la bluza. O las in pace si incep sa-i povestesc tot soiul de chestii despre anatomie, chestii de fiziologie -- un bun prieten de familie, doctor, mi-a tinut ceva prelegeri cand inca nu implinisem paisprezece ani, imediat ce i-am marturisit ca mi-am inceput viata sexuala inca de la doisprezece ani... In fine, Alina se uita la ceas, apoi se scuza, ca trebuie sa plece. Se aranjeaza ca lumea, apoi iesim si mergem la statia de autobuz. Gata, a plecat. Ma intorc acasa, resimtind deja o durere surda in coaie -- cred si eu! Dupa atata giugiuleala... Am aranjat sa ne intalnim duminica urmatoare... DUPA O SAPTAMANA In ciuda faptului ca este inca iarna, afara este cald si bine. De data asta, Alina prefera ca, mai inti, sa facem o plimbare prin parc... E destul de tacuta, ingandurata, asa ca nu insist. Pur si simplu, ne plimbam. In sfarsit, se hotaraste: - Sa stii ca m-am hotarat sa devin femeie... La chestia asta, chiar ca nu ma asteptam... Stai mai putin, deocamdata n-ai nici prieten, nici pe vreunul care sa se fi indragostit lulea de tine, ce-ti veni? - Si ce importanta are?!? Nu ziceai tu ca sexul si dragostea nu sunt, neaparat, cuplate, mai ales cand vorbim de sex? Hait! Nu cumva fata asta a cazut in borcan pentru mine? Ce naiba! E asa de mititica! Nu ne potrivim de nici o culoare!... - Alina, uite cum sta treaba, nu pot sa-ti fac asta! Cel putin, nu acuma!... Te pot invata, e adevarat, o droaie de chestii, insa asta nu inseamna ca trebuie, neaparat, sa te dezvirginez -- ce naiba, doar nu sunt indragostit de tine, insa, totusi, te respect prea mult ca sa-ti fac asa o magarie... Alina at the Bar AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story continues the exhibitionist adventures of Alina, a character previously introduced in a story titled 'Coffee Shop Surprise'. This is a new but slightly related story. Alina checked that her Bluetooth was firmly in place and stepped into the bar. It was already fairly crowded inside, a busy Friday night. Hip hop music was playing, but not so loud as to discourage conversation - it had more of a pub feel than a dancing club. She'd never been in before, but she'd driven past it often enough to be familiar with its location. She lingered near the door as she made the call. "I'm here," she said to the man she knew only as Ethan. He'd never given her a surname, and she'd never asked. The only thing she needed from him was her instructions. "Good," said the voice in her ear. "Do you see the high tables and chairs along the back wall? Go sit in one of them." Alina started for the back corner, the furthest table from view. "No Alina, no hiding in the corner," said Ethan and Alina quickly glanced around the bar. Was he here, or was he just that intuitive that he knew her instinct was still to hide to as much as possible? She didn't see him anywhere, but maybe he was in a corner, or behind someone. "Sit in the middle, facing the door." Alina obediently changed her course and made for the nearest unoccupied table. The chair was high enough that she had to pull herself up with her hands on the seat, and she noticed how shaky her arms were. Her short skirt rode up her thighs as she sat, and she gingerly tugged on the bottom edge to try and pull it down. A smiling server appeared at her table and Alina ordered herself a gin and tonic. She hoped the alcohol would help steel her nerves for whatever Ethan had in store for her. "Now, just one drink," cautioned Ethan, "I want you lucid and aware for this." Alina felt her face flush and hoped that no one was watching her... yet. "Are you wearing a short little skirt, like I asked?" "Yes, sir." "And are you wearing panties underneath?" "No, sir." "Good girl. Tell me, are you turned on already? Is this exciting you?" Alina blushed harder. She knew she was turned on, she knew if she reached down to touch herself her fingers would come away soaked. "Yes, sir," she whispered. "I can't hear you, are you turned on?" Alina cleared her throat. "Yes, sir. I'm very turned on." Her drink appeared, the server giving her an odd look. Alina thanked her and nervously began chasing ice cubes around her drink with the straw. She took a large, bracing gulp and set the drink down on the provided coaster. "Alina, I would like for you to find an attractive man in the crowd, someone with another woman. Do not get up, or talk to him, just maintain eye contact. Anyone you find attractive will do, so long as they are easy to keep in your line of sight." Alina looked around the bar, scanning the other patrons. There was a group of young boys sharing a pitcher, but not one of them appeared to have a female companion. Several groups of women were dressed up to the nines, probably on the prowl for a man of their own. There. Sitting at the bar, on the other side of the room, was a tall, well-built guy with a shaved head in conversation with an overly tan and blonde girl sitting next to him. Alina stared, and as if drawn by the power of her gaze, the man looked up. He had icy blue eyes, and she instantly felt uncomfortable under his gaze and looked down at her drink. "Ok, we exchanged eye contact," she said, waiting for her next instructions. "Good, now look at him again." Alina did. "And while you look at him, I would like for you to slowly pull your skirt up and very lightly begin to trace the outside of your pussy lips with your fingers. Very, very lightly. Do not put them inside." Alina swallowed, and bit her lip and she slowly slip her hand across her thigh and began to caress her outside lips. She'd just shaved a couple hours before going out, and her folds were soft and silky and so sensitive. She raised her eyes to the man across the room and found him already looking at her. The blonde girl next to him was chattering away, apparently oblivious as to where his attention was currently directed. Alina continued to gaze at him as she gently rubbed her hand up and down, up and down. The man's eyes widened, and Alina was fairly certain he knew exactly what she was doing under the table. She felt embarrassed, but also empowered. "Is it wet?" came Ethan's voice in her ear. "Is he looking at you?" "Yes, I'm very wet," said Alina, feeling the truth of it between her fingers. "He's looking, I think he knows." The man was now turned toward his companion, but he kept sneaking sideways glances at Alina. "Good, now I want you to slowly insert one finger inside yourself. Just one, and do not go past your second knuckle. You may move it in and out as you like but again, do not go past your second knuckle." Alina angled her arm differently, and titled her pelvis up as she slipped her middle finger into her pussy. It was so incredibly wet that it was hard to stop with just the first half of it inside. She rocked in her chair ever so slightly and wished for more. Her pussy was aching to be filled and she nearly disregarded her orders and slid in a second finger, but some sense of obedience stopped her. "Are you holding eye contact?" asked Ethan, and she realized that she had been so intent on fingering herself that she had dropped her eyes to the table. She raised them again to the man across the room, who quickly looked away, toward the tan girl, as soon as he saw her looking. She continued to gaze at him as she moved her middle finger in and out of herself, slowly at first, and then more quickly. He looked back at her again, staring at her arm moving slightly. She wondered how much he could see in the shadows under the table. She wondered if he was getting turned on. "Now stop, and pull your finger out." Alina reluctantly obeyed. "Put it in your mouth and suck on it. Don't forget to maintain eye contact. How does it taste?" she hesitantly lifted her finger to her mouth. This was new to her. She waited until the man was looking at her again, then stuck her finger in her mouth and began to suck on it. His mouth dropped open slightly and his eyes widened once again. "It's slightly salty, but other than that, not much of a taste," said Alina, surprised. Certainly better than the taste of a man's cum, she thought. "Lovely. Now, Alina, you may use two or three fingers inside yourself. Put them in as far as you like, but leave your clit alone. Is he still watching you?" "Yes, I think his girl is getting jealous." The blonde was gesturing and talking loudly, clearly trying to redirect the man's attention back to herself, but the man's eyes kept looking back at Alina every few seconds. "Good. Look around, is anyone else watching you?" Alina slid two fingers inside her pussy, moaning lightly as she pushed all the way to the base, and looked at the other customers. Most of them were busy focusing on their own groups of friends, or trying to flirt with other customers. In the far corner, a man nursing a beer was staring at her. When he caught her eye, he wiggled his eyebrow suggestively, and made as if to stand up. Alina quickly turned away, hoping to discourage him. She continued to work her fingers in and out of her pussy, amazed at the amount of fluid gushing out of her. She was going to leave a wet spot on this chair. Her hips began rocking back and forth as pushed against her fingers as if they were a cock. She looked across the bar again, but to her surprise, the man and the blonde girl were gone. She realized with a start that the bartender was staring at her. "Yes," she said. "Two other people." "Hey," said another voice, and Alina turned, aghast, to see the man with the shaved head standing next to her. "You look like you could use a hand." She stared, uncertain what to say, but unable to stop herself from continuing to wiggle her fingers in and out of her pussy. "Who's that? Is that the man?" Asked Ethan. "Yes," murmured Alina, intending it for Ethan, but the other man heard, and smiled as he sat next to her. "Hmmm.... Well now, this could be interesting. Do you find him attractive, Alina?" "Yes," she said again, quietly. The man put his hand on her thigh. "Good. Ask him to rub your clit for you," said Ethan. "What?!" Alina exclaimed in shock. She couldn't deny that her clit was aching for attention, and a few good strokes would probably send her over the edge, but how could she ask a stranger? "What?" asked the man with the shaved head, looking confused. He stopped rubbing her thigh. "Look, if it's about that girl, don't worry about her, I only just met her tonight, and you are so much more... captivating." "Ask him, Alina," commanded Ethan. Alina bit her lip, her face turning even more red as she turned to the man. "Will you, uh, " she stammered, and cleared her throat. Be brave, Alina, she thought. She took the man's hand and placed it between her legs. "Rub my clit," she breathed into his ear. "Show him how you like it," said Ethan, and Alina obliged, guiding the man's fingers in the tiny circles that she knew send her reeling. "oh god," she cried, unable to keep quiet. The man grinned, and continued his movements. Alina slipped her left hand down and gently worked her fingers under the man's so she could slide them inside herself. "MMMmmm..." she was nearly panting now, her fingers stroking against her g-spot while the man's trailed the little circles around her most sensitive nub. She looked up and caught the eye of the bartender again. She smiled at his curious stare, feeling beautiful and powerful, to have this effect on men. The waves of sensation were building up and she knew she would cum soon. "You like that? Is that good for you?" the man next to her was whispering in her ear, as Alina bucked her hips against him, her fingers still busily strumming away inside her pussy. "You're so wet, baby. That's so hot." Alina heard him talking but she barely paid him any attention. She whimpered again. God, she was so close. "Alina, I want you to cum. But only while you maintain eye contact with someone, do you understand?" Ethan's voice was insistent in her ear. "Yes!" said Alina, to Ethan, to the man next to her, to her impending orgasm. The man rubbed her clit faster and Alina held her breath. Oh god oh god.... She raised her eyes to the bartender. He was looking, he was looking, thank god, hold that eye contact, hold it and OH MY GOD! "OOOOHHHhhhh!!!" she cried, her knees smacking against the table as the intense orgasm rolled over her. She saw stars and thought she might black out for a moment before her body went slack and she fell back against the chair. "Good girl," Ethan said. "Wow," said the man. 'Hey you want to get out of here?" the bartender was staring at her, slack-jawed and bug-eyed, and Alina grinned, absolutely satisfied. A couple other people around were looking at her too, but only in a mildly curious way that suggested they were only looking for the source of the sounds, with no idea as to the real cause. "No," said Alina to the man. "I have to be on my way. Thanks though, you were great." She tossed a few bills on the table to cover the price of her drink, and stood up, straightening her skirt. She noticed the seat of the chair was wet and glistening, and she felt absurdly proud. She spun away from the man, who was looking shocked, and strode past the equally shocked bartender on her way out. "Was that good, Alina?" "Yes, sir." Alina smiled. She couldn't wait to see what Ethan had planned for the next time. Alina at the Movies Alina looked around the theater. Good, it was mostly empty, as was typical for a mid-day showing of an older movie. This one had been out for nearly a month already and most people would be watching the new releases. There were still a few people scattered around: a pair of couples on the lowest level of the stadium-like seating, two middle-aged women in the middle, and a man on the far right. The back row was still empty, as she'd hoped. She climbed the stairs to the top back row, taking her steps carefully so as not to dislodge the bullet vibrator inside her. Her short skirt rode up her thighs with every step, and she held it down with both hands while she walked. She chose a seat in the middle of the back row and waited. She wasn't sure what Ethan had planned for this adventure, but she was excited to find out. Her pussy was already moist and aching. The previews started, but Alina was barely paying attention. This was an action movie, so all the previews were also loud, battle scenes or fast cars. She hoped that the movie itself would be equally loud, the better to cover up any sounds she might make. Whatever the plan was, she was certain it would involve her having an orgasm at some point. Her pelvis squirmed against the cushioned chair at the thought, and she felt her too-short skirt riding up again. Oh well, at least no one could see anything while she was sitting back here. A man entered the theater, and Alina sat bolt upright when she saw him. Ethan! She hadn't thought he'd be coming himself. He made his way to where she was sitting, where he'd told her to sit, and she squirmed against her seat again, thinking of the vibrator remote he must have in his pocket. Ethan sat next to her without saying a word, his eyes forward on the movie screen. Taking her cue from him, Alina did the same. They sat in silence, watching as the previews finished and the opening credits for the movie began to roll. The suspense was killing her. When would he turn on the bullet? Was that all that would happen today? No other surprises? With Ethan, you never knew. A hot flush covered her face as she recalled last week, in the bar. The movie theater seemed so much more tame by comparison, and she wondered if he would do something to escalate things. Or perhaps he would just wanted her to cum in public again, and the exact circumstances weren't as important. The characters on screen were having an intense conversation, but Alina had no idea what they were saying. She couldn't focus on anything but her excitement and nervousness. She cast a sidelong glance at Ethan. "Watch the movie, Alina," Ethan instructed, and she quickly returned her eyes to the screen. Her mind was still racing too much to follow the plot, but her eyes dutifully remained forward. BBBZZZZTT. Alina jumped a little as the first vibration hit her. It was gone as quickly as it began, and the tease made her even more excited. Squeezing her legs together, she snuck a glance to her right at Ethan. "Watch the movie," he said again, and guiltily she returned her gaze to the front of the room. BBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT. It was longer this time, but still too short. Her pelvis was pressing down into the chair, and her skirt had ridden up to her hips. She made no effort to tug it down. Determinedly, she kept her eyes focused on the movie, although she wanted desperately to stare at Ethan, to watch his hands and know when he was going to press the remote again. In her peripheral vision, all she could tell was that his hands appeared to be tucked under his legs, but in the dark she couldn't be certain of even that. A bomb exploded on screen, as the bullet went off inside of her. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... The low, gentle buzzing continued, and Alina was twitching in her seat, her inner thighs squeezing against her pussy to make the most of the vibration. Ethan was watching her, she could feel his gaze, but she didn't dare return it. Watch the movie, Alina, she told herself. If she didn't follow Ethan's instructions, he might turn off the vibrator, or maybe even leave, and she couldn't take the thought of being left empty and needing in this silly movie. BBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTT! The sudden, intense pulse made her cry out a little, which she quickly disguised as a fake laugh. One of the women in the seats in front of her turned and gave her a look. Alina smiled at her sheepishly and then riveted her eyes to the movie screen. The bullet was completely off now, no vibrations. Her hands were twitching, she longed to put one under her skirt and play with herself. Ethan was still watching her. Turn it back on please, she urged him silently. As if he could feel the intensity of her desire, he turned away from her, settling back in his chair and watching the movie. Alina cursed inwardly. They watched for a few minutes as the lead character began to woo the attractive female character, and the predictable plot guaranteed they'd end up in bed together before long. Alina hoped the sex scene in the movie would be Ethan's cue to stimulate her pussy again. Sure enough, the man and woman were soon frantically making out on the bed while a cheesy love song played. Alina bit her lip and planted her feet firmly on the floor, bracing herself for the next tantalizing burst of vibration. The scene faded to black, and then the characters were shown waking up in bed the next morning. Ethan didn't turn the bullet on at all. Frustrated, Alina sat back in her chair, crossing her legs. When was he going to provide her some relief? Her skirt was completely around her waist, her bare pussy exposed where anyone could see if they came to the back row. She began to grind her pussy lips against the chair, desperate for a little stimulation. Again she thought longingly of slipping a finger into her folds and rubbing her clit. BZZZZzZZZZZZZZZZZTTT The burst caught her completely unaware again and she moaned a little. Fortunately the soft sound went unnoticed over the dramatic music playing. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ The short, intense bursts made her gasp each time, her hips thrusting of their own accord and her head lolling back. "Watch the movie," whispered Ethan. Alina struggled to maintain her gaze as the frantic buzzing continued, on and off. She was getting close now, her pussy tensing up around the bullet, milking the vibrations. As quickly as he'd started the pleasure assault, he stopped. Alina tore her gaze from the screen, her mouth an o shape as she looked at Ethan, ready to beg him for more. "Watch. The movie." He gently but firmly turned her face to the front of the room again. Alina sighed and squirmed against her seat again. She'd never hated a movie so much in her life. Ethan bent down, as if to tie his shoe, but he slipped out of his seat entirely and sat up on his knees in front of Alina. "Alina," he whispered, "It's very important that you keep your eyes on the screen. No matter what happens, you must keep your eyes on the screen. You are not to look at me. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." She was nervous. What was about to happen? Would someone notice that Ethan was no longer sitting next to her? Ethan gently spread her legs apart, and she eagerly complied. His hand sought higher, and then his thumb brushed over her clit. Alina sucked in her breath sharply, her legs trembling, but maintained her gaze on the screen. Up. Down. Up. Down. His thumb was caressing her with agonizing slowness. She breathed out a shaky sigh, scooting closer to the edge of her seat, hungry for more. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... The low buzzing had started again, and continued as Ethan kept stroking her at the same maddening pace. Up. Down. Up. Down. She moaned again, and the woman who'd given her the look earlier turned and raised a finger to her lips. "Sshhh!" she said, and then returned to the movie. Alina blushed. If the woman only knew! Abrupty Ethan stopped, withdrawing his hand, and Alina desperately pushed her pussy out at him, still keeping her eyes fixed on the movie. Ethan leaned in, spreading her legs further and then - oh God. His tongue, hot and wet, was on her clit, licking and teasing. The buzzing inside of her intensified. Alina whimpered, no longer caring if she made noise and the woman shushed her. Nothing mattered but the vibrations inside and Ethan's tongue probing her. She was getting close to cumming, she could feel it. Her legs quivered around Ethan's head, her hips shoving her pussy onto his mouth. Oh, God. She'd never felt anything better than the combination of the bullet and his tongue. She was nearly there. To her horror, Alina saw the theater employee enter with his glowing nightstick. They usually came through once a movie just to check on things. Why now? Ethan cranked up the bullet another notch and Alina whimpered again, as the employee mounted the stairs. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. He reached the second step. Alina felt her pussy tensing, just another few seconds and she'd cum. He was on the third step. She couldn't stop now. It was going to happen. The employee climbed higher. Her pussy clamped down. The employee took another step. Alina cried out, biting her lip to keep from screaming, her pleasure coming out as a muffled 'mmmmpppf' as her hips bucked, her legs drew in tight around Ethan's head and she came, hard and wet, on his mouth. The employee was almost to the top. "Quick, get up!" she hissed, and Ethan must have sensed to urgency in her voice as he swiftly pulled down the hem of her skirt and swung up into his own seat. The employee had been looking over his shoulder at the movie. He did a double take when he saw two people sitting at the top instead of one, but as he saw nothing untoward going on when he shined his glowstick at them, he turned and continued his inspection along the bottom row in front of the screen. Alina sat back in her chair, panting. Her whole body was still shaking, and the vibrations inside slowed and then ceased. Beside her, Ethan reached across and took her hand in his. "Watch the rest of the movie, Alina," he said. Alina's Alien Encounter A deep and heartfelt thank you to LB. For both your editing and your guidance. ***** Alina lay in the chaise lounge near her pool. Her station in life afforded her a beautiful home at the top of a hill abutting the rain forest some distance from the city. In fact, Alina had no one living close to her at all. Alina being the only child had inherited her parents' business after they passed away. Alina's parents had taught her everything about their mining and manufacturing business. Alina's parents didn't force her into the family business; for Alina, it always seemed to be the right choice. Alina was a tough but very fair company president. For as a lavish lifestyle that Alina lead, she was equally as giving, sending doctors and educators to impoverished areas. Alina, because she lived near the equator, spent much of her free time by her pool. Working and relaxing in even measures, Alina had taken to laying out in the nude. She had no real neighbors to speak of, so why did it matter at all? Besides, she loved the feeling of the sun on her naked body. Alina lay in the chaise her sunglasses filtering the afternoon sun. Her body warm and dark from laying in the sun. Alina ran her hands over her round ample breasts. She teased her nipples with her fingernails. Alina slowly traced her way down passed her stomach. Alina's thoughts went to pleasuring herself right there in the open. At thirty-seven, Alina's body was still lithe and firm. Alina never married, nor ever had children. She had always been concerned that someone may only marry her for her money. Alina certainly was beautiful enough to attract men, she just found it easier to hire men to pleasure her. Alina always dealt with the same escort service. The men were always professional and courteous. On occasions when Alina was in the mood, she would hire two men to pleasure her for the night. Alina had given a passing thought to hiring a man and a woman. It was certainly a thought that had entered her mind. Alina had a slight curiosity about it but the curiosity never loomed quite large enough for Alina to act upon it. No, Alina decided she would hire a man for the evening. She had plenty of time to think about the choices. After all, once she contacted the escort service, the man of her choosing would arrive within the hour. Alina's hands continued towards her pelvis. She caressed the curves of her hips. Alina half closed her eyes letting her fantasy take hold. Something suddenly jarred Alina from her imagined encounter. A silver disk moving across the sky at an incredible speed. It slowed rapidly, dropping downward behind a few hills and into the rain forest. Alina, wouldn't or possibly couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. No, it couldn't possibly be. It must have been the sun glinting off a passing aircraft. Maybe she had spent too much time in the sun or maybe it was the cocktail Alina was drinking. Alina told herself to dismiss the thought. Alina decided to take a swim to cool off a bit. Maybe the water and the exercise would clear the cobwebs from her head. After a time, Alina thought it was time she get out and dry off. Alina climbed the ladder out of the pool and headed for the chaise lounge. The droplets of water were clinging to her naked body. As Alina turned to sit; she saw the alien. Alina must have been too preoccupied with swimming to hear it approaching. She wanted to scream but something prevented her not that anyone would have heard her anyway. Alina could only think in terms she knew. It was the only way to describe what she saw. It was the only way Alina could process what was going on. The alien was wearing a spacesuit. It reached over with one hand and twisted its glove. Detaching it from the alien's spacesuit, the alien then did the same with the other glove. Alina could see that the alien had more fingers on its hand then she did. The sight shocked Alina into the reality of the situation. The alien reached up and grasped its helmet. Turning it and lifting the helmet off its head. Alina was both repulsed and fascinated. The alien creature's face struck fear into Alina's heart. Alina wanted to scream out loud and run. But some outside force prevented her. Alina's mind raced in fear. Did this creature possess some telepathic power? Was it holding sway over the control of her body? The alien reached downward towards its waist. Twisting some sort of mechanism separating the upper part of the spacesuit from the lower half, the alien lifted the upper portion up and over its grotesque head. It wore a thin shirt on its upper body. The alien lowered the pants unit of the spacesuit stepping from the pants and attached boots. Loose fitting shorts covered the biped's lower body. Up to this point the alien had not come any closer but now it began to stride towards Alina. As the creature closed the distance between them, the creature's mouth began moving. Guttural, animal like sounds spewed from its mouth. Nothing like the smooth lyrical language Alina was familiar with. As the creature neared Alina, she could see a thin layer of fur covering its entire body. Alina then realized the size of the beast's body. It was almost half her height taller than Alina. The alien's body was heavily muscled, much more muscular than any man Alina had ever seen. Alina could only stand there paralyzed. Whether through telepathic power or sheer disbelief and fright, Alina only had freedom to move her eyes and think. The creature reached out and touched Alina's face. Alina felt as if her skin was being seared. Certainly Alina was chilled from swimming but the alien's body temperature was so much higher than her own. Alina didn't have a clue as to whether the creature's sex was male or female, possibly both. But soon this became apparent once the creature removed the rest of its coverings. Between the creature's legs hung the largest cock that Alina had ever seen. Worse yet it began to gain length and girth. Alina had hired men from the escort service that were considered much larger than average. Nothing Alina had seen or experienced compared to this. Then Alina knew the gravity of what was happening struck her. This thing wanted to mate with Alina. Alina tried to quell the horror in her mind. She wanted to run, but she was frozen in place. Even if Alina could move, fleeing would be useless and the martial arts that Alina practiced would prove no match against this beast. The hulking creature towered over Alina. Its hands cradled her head and its lips met hers. Alina felt the creature's massive cock against her body. Alina tried to deny, to suppress, and to hold back the thoughts and desires. Alina wanted this as much as this beastly creature did. Alina wanted to mate with this thing. Their tongues met one another's exploring each other. Alina felt the creature's hands move to her breasts. The burning body heat of the alien's hands on her tits. Normally Alina's nipples responded to cold but the excessive heat of the creature's body excited her nipples like never before. Alina had never felt so many fingers on her. Alina felt the gnawing hunger of her desires building. The wetness and pangs deep within her pussy began to grow. Alina grasped the alien's massive cock in her hands. The creature groaned in excitement and pleasure. Alina never felt anything this size or weight. The creature kissed its way to her tits. It engulfed her tits in its mouth. Alina cradled the creature's massive head in her arms. Alina's tits, large by any standards, fit entirely into the alien's mouth. Men had suckled her tits before but nothing ever like this. The creature's tongue swirled around Alina's nipples. Alina mewed in delight. The alien gently nibbled her erect nipples, causing Alina to moan in pleasure. Alina's mind and body responded to the creature's foreplay. Alina felt her sexual cravings stirring deep inside her. But Alina knew she couldn't let the alien control their coupling. The size of the creature's cock could possibly do her physical harm if the alien's lust raged unabated. Alina physically guided the alien to lay down on the chaise lounge. The creature followed Alina's lead and laid down on the chaise lounge. Alina straddled the alien's large body. Before Alina mounted the creature she wanted to feel the alien and taste its massive sex organ. Alina slowly kissed her way down the alien's body. The alien groaned primitive sounds of pleasure. Alina face was finally close to the creature's huge cock. Alina began kissing and nuzzling the enormous cock. Her tongue traced and caressed every fold and vein on the beautiful specimen. Alina just had to feel this, this thing in her mouth. She had to taste its other worldliness. Then Alina traced the end of the creature's cock with her tongue. Her lips lightly grazing the tip. The alien bellowed its approval. Alina needed to have the alien's cock in her mouth. Alina opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could. She began her attempt to swallow the creature's massive organ. Alina saliva coated the alien's cock. She teased the creature's testicles with her fingernails. The taste was different, yet somewhat familiar in a way. Alina felt the alien's large hands grasp her head. Forcing her mouth further down the creature's cock. Alina gasped and choked as the massive thing filled her throat. Tears flooded her eyes. Alina felt the alien release its grip. Its hands lifted her head from the creature's huge cock. The alien gently pulled Alina upward towards its face and tenderly kissed her forehead. Then, as if Alina weighed nothing at all, the alien lifted Alina and planted her pussy onto its mouth. The creature's tongue was larger than many of the men's cocks that Alina had been with. The alien snaked its tongue deep inside Alina's pussy. The creature's head was so large its upper and lower lips touched Alina's clit and the sweet little rosebud of her ass at the same time. Alina felt the gnawing tingle of her orgasm beginning to take hold. Alina felt as if she was being devoured. Alina wanted to be devoured by this alien beast. She had never felt anything like this before. Alina felt her orgasm starting to rise within her like a geyser. Holding onto the back of the chaise lounge for support, Alina starting riding the alien's face bucking to and fro as the surge of her orgasm flooded Alina's mind first. Then the torrent of emotions and desires overtook her body. Alina cried out as the crushing wave of ecstasy swept over her. Alina collapsed forward, her breathing shallow and rapid as she bathed in her post orgasmic bliss. The creature lifted Alina and placed her down on its expansive chest. Alina could see the alien's face wet with her cum. Maybe Alina was mistaken but it looked to her that the creature was smiling. As Alina lay upon the alien, she could still feel the size creature's erection against her abdomen. Before this day was done, Alina had to feel the massive organ inside her. Alina pushed herself upright with her arms. She positioned herself so she was astride the log of flesh. Alina rubbed her viscous wetness along the length of the alien's cock. Alina lifted herself up grasping the alien's cock so she could mount him. Alina rubbed the end of alien's cock between the lips of her needful pussy. Slowly Alina lowered her pussy on to the giant pylon. Alina wiggled and squirmed trying to get the beast's huge organ inside of her. And then Alina succeeded in getting the cock inside her. Alina felt as if she was being drawn over a red hot mandrel. Alina whimpered partly in pain, but more so in pleasure. She began to slowly rise and fall on the alien's pillar. Alina had never felt so exquisitely filled. With each rise and fall, Alina's wet pussy stretched and engulfed more of the alien. The alien moaned with pleasure at Alina's tightness. Alina twisted herself around. She was still impaled on the creature's stiff rod but she now faced away from him. Alina wanted to tease the alien's tightening scrotum. Alina could feel the creature's cock bump her uterus each time she drove down on it. Alina was surprised to see almost the entire length of the shaft disappearing inside her. That sight alone started Alina's march towards her second orgasm. Alina started moving faster and with more determination. The alien was making sounds that Alina thought might be words. The creature's sounds of pleasure were unmistakable. Alina felt her orgasm begin to boil deep inside her. She raked the alien's balls with her fingernails. Alina pistoned herself upon the alien's cock at a feverish rate. She continued to massage the creature's balls with one hand. With her other hand she played with her swollen clit. Alina teetered on the cusp of her second orgasm. She wanted this second orgasm so badly. But deep in Alina's primordial being, Alina wanted the alien to unleash its seed inside her. Then Alina's wants were fulfilled. The alien roared in pleasure. The beast's massive cock quaked and unloaded a pyroclastic stream of cum. To Alina it felt as if heated liquid had been sprayed inside her pussy. With each successive throb of the alien's cock, the creature pumped more of its steaming seed inside Alina. Alina lost her balance on the tightrope of control. Alina orgasmed like she never had before. Her pussy answered with her own tidal wave of cum. Her juices flowed past the alien's softening cock and onto the beast's body. Alina collapsed in satisfaction and exhaustion. When Alina awoke, she was lying on the chaise lounge. The alien had placed her there and covered her with its shirt. She saw that the alien had finished dressing in its spacesuit. The alien didn't put its helmet or gloves on but instead put the gloves inside the helmet and carried the helmet under its arm. The alien then reentered the rain forest. Alina wanted to see the alien's craft to possibly see some markings to tie it to this day. Softly, Alina got up from the chaise and began to follow the alien through the rain forest. The alien was making no attempt to move quietly. It also left a large swath of trampled vegetation. Alina followed the creature for quite some distance. Suddenly Alina found herself standing at the edge of a small clearing. The saucer shaped craft sat at the bottom of a small depression. It was supported on three legs. A ramp extended from the lower portion to the ground below. The alien strode up the ramp towards the interior of the craft. As the alien neared the top, another alien came down to greet it. Then both the aliens disappeared into the craft. As soon as they had disappeared from sight, the ramp began to retract upwards. Within a very short time, an almost unperceivable sound began to come from the craft. The craft rose just above the ground and the legs retracted into the craft. Alina couldn't make out any marking at all on the smooth metallic exterior. As the craft slowly rose from the clearing it began to turn. "There, right there!" Alina thought as the craft slowly turned. The alien markings on the craft came into view. Alina only had mere seconds to memorize them. She committed them to memory so that she could write them down as soon as she arrived home. The craft rose above the rain forest. Then it started moving away slowly at first. Then it accelerated rapidly and was gone. Alina returned to her house as quickly as she could. She wanted to write down the strange markings while they were fresh in her mind. Alina rushed inside her house. She need to put down what she had seen. Alina looked at what she had written. It was almost a perfect rendering of the markings on the saucer craft. Alina's reptilian tail twitched with satisfaction. U.S. Air Force Space Probe No. 1 The markings on the alien spacecraft are taken from an episode of "The Twilight Zone." The episode is named "The Invaders" which originally aired in January of 1961. The episode was written by Richard Matheson.