Authors: Allie Ritch
Alien Sex Ed
Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © Published 2012, Allie Ritch. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Corporate spy by day and party boy by night, Varion thinks he has it all when he hooks up with fellow Sex Ed student, Benni. As a Flexian, Benni is a natural contortionist, able to get into sexual positions he has always fantasized about. She loves the way his race can shift their features and skin tone to look like other people. It’s all passion and good times until Varion starts to wonder if Benni only wants him because he can look like different men. And when Benni discovers Varion’s corporate espionage may destroy her job, she questions his motives in pursuing her. Is their relationship real or just a game that’s turned all too serious?
Used to being the shy young virgin, Pixie is shocked when Zeo, the fierce Nimanian student in her Sex Ed class, takes an interest in her. Step by step, Zeo awakens her sexuality and teaches her the joys of being a woman. He wants to mate with her in the tradition of his people, but Nimanian sex can be rough. Can Zeo be gentle enough for the woman he loves? Does Pixie have enough strength to match him?
This work contains oral sex, voyeurism, a contortionist, an alien who can change his looks, and Sex Ed students who can’t keep their hands off each other.
I want to thank my editor, Maria Rogers, all the fantastic people at Liquid Silver Books, and most importantly the readers for embracing my sexy aliens and joining me in the world of my imagination. And of course, no acknowledgement would be complete without thanking my mom, my greatest supporter through all the endeavors of my life. Thank you!
Benni and Varion
Bend It Like Benni
Still grinding to the pumping beat of the music, Benni gazed across the club’s crowded dance floor and licked her lips. Her eyes cruised up and down the sexy hunk of male flesh that had just arrived. The flashing lights and holo-projections made his ivory skin look almost translucent, like fine porcelain. As an orange-haired Flexian, Benni was pretty pale herself, but where her skin was peppered with multicolored freckles, his was spotless. His hair was jet black and spiked with gel, and his dark eyebrows balanced his high laser-cut cheekbones and wide nose. Beneath those brows, his almond-shaped eyes—a rich emerald green—searched the gyrating mass of dancers until they locked on to her.
Although she’d never seen him wear this face before, she knew him instantly. After all, they were lovers. They were also students in an adult Sex Ed course that covered anatomy, cultural practices, and relationships between the different alien races. There were a lot of races to learn about here in Trilanta—a city located on the travel-hub planet of the same name. As a Multan, Varion belonged to one of the more interesting ones. He could change his skin tone and other superficial features at will, but there was no hiding his six-foot-plus, hefty frame. He was a big man in every way, though not soft. Every inch of him was bulked with muscle, even if he sometimes chose to conceal the telltale ripples of definition.
Tonight, he looked like a street fighter, fully ripped and advertising it with a sleeveless shirt and black jeans. His gaze never left hers as he stalked closer. Gone was any trace of laugh lines or a playful smile. This man had only one thing on his mind.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” he said in a rich baritone.
The sound of his voice vibrated through her more than the bass beat of the song.
She pretended not to recognize him. “Hey yourself, stranger. You want to dance with me?”
“I could watch you move your body all night,” he told her, “but I had something more strenuous in mind.”
Benni lowered her lashes coyly. “I don’t know. ‘Strenuous’ sounds like work. I’m here to have fun.”
“What if I promise you a good time?”
“How good?” she challenged him.
“Enough to make your toes curl.”
Her skin turned feverish, and she felt a warm gush between her legs. Still, it never paid to play it
“That good, huh?” She danced close enough to rub herself against one of his brawny thighs. “Maybe you’re just bragging.”
His lips twitched. “I can prove it.”
Clutching her hips, he pulled her right up against his body. Benni could feel the hard ridge of his erection behind his fly, as well as the flex of his muscles as he walked backward. She stayed with him step for step. It wasn’t quite a dance—his body remained too tightly coiled for that—but their movements were so perfectly synchronized it made little difference. When they reached the edge of the dance floor, he took her hand and led her down the short, dark hallway in back.
There was a line outside the women’s bathroom, but that didn’t stop them. With a quick tug, he pulled her into the men’s room and headed for the nearest stall. The only other guy in there was occupied with his back to them and didn’t even notice their entry.
An instant later, they were out of sight anyway. Varion’s green gaze zeroed in on her the moment he locked the stall door behind them. The narrow space was filled to capacity with his beefy frame, but that only made Benni more aware of him—his heat, his musky scent, the way he looked at her like he’d eat her alive. Neither of them wanted any distance right now.
He didn’t waste time. Varion crowded her back against the side of the stall. In a single motion, he pulled her stretch top down to pop her bare breasts free and dove for her nipple. His lips latched on and suckled while his teeth grazed and nibbled in an aggressive attack that had her writhing. Although she knew she was small-busted, Benni felt like she swelled two cup-sizes bigger under his mouth.
Cool air hit the tops of her thighs, and she gasped when she felt his hot hands fisted in her skirt. Within seconds, he had the material bunched over her hips, her skimpy underwear all that separated her butt from the wall behind her. He sawed his blunt finger back and forth over the moist, cloth-covered slit between her legs while he kept his other hand busy opening his fly.
As soon as he popped the seal, his dusky erection leaped out of his pants, as tall and bulky as the rest of him. The tip was already coated in precum.
“Time to curl those toes,” he warned her.
He hiked up her right leg and shackled her ankle. With a brutal jerk, he swung it upward until she was doing a standing split still facing him. She wound up with her right foot next to her head and her left on the bathroom floor. Any other woman would have screamed in agony, but Benni just hissed in anticipation. Flexians were a race capable of contorting into a variety of positions without pain, and Varion knew it. In fact, the darkening of his eyes told her just how much her flexibility turned him on.
Reaching down, he shoved aside the crotch of her panties and set his broad cock against her opening. Shivers racked her as he held there for a moment, anointing the crown with her nectar and melting her with his heat. Then he kissed her with bruising force to muffle her scream as he thrust all the way in with one swift uppercut.
Cleaved, all she could do was breathe through the shock of pleasure, which wasn’t easy with his tongue in her mouth. They were both panting like they’d just outrun the code patrol—something they might have to do if they were caught having sex in a public bathroom.
Benni flinched when the door to the restroom banged open and several rowdy males walked inside. Instead of soothing her or waiting for them to leave, Varion broke the kiss. He kept her upraised leg in place by leaning into it with his forearm as he replaced his lips with his hand. He wasn’t gentle. Drawing back his hips, he rammed forward to the hilt, making her squeal. The noise was muffled by his warm palm over her mouth.
Someone flushed outside, while others ran water in the sinks, and the men kept talking. Varion pawed her breast and gave her nipple a tweak that vibrated all the way down to her womb. Not letting up in the least, he reamed her again. And again, and again.
Withdraw, punch; withdraw, punch. He set up a hard, driving rhythm and quickly hastened it. Within seconds, he was pounding her continuously, causing the flimsy stall to shimmy around them. The sinks turned off, and a guy laughed on the other side of the door. Had someone noticed? Benni wasn’t certain, but she didn’t have enough wits left to worry about it. She was creaming so hard she was sure Varion’s balls were glossy with it.
Then he let go of her breast to grab the back of her left thigh. He pulled the leg she was standing on out from under her and hooked it over his hip so fast she never had the chance to fall. His grip shifted to her butt to hold her up. She was helpless—pinned by his strong hands and massive cock, one leg still flat against the wall and the other wrapped around one of his churning hips. Her sheath rippled in delight, and her nipples tightened. She looked at his face.
He was a picture of savage sexuality, all straining pleasure and terrible power. His pale skin had turned blotchy red with his exertion, and his eyes were narrowed to slits. Benni could see a large vein pulsing furiously in the side of his neck.
Varion continued to batter her from the inside out. The depth with which he took her made her eyes water. Ah, gods, it was happening. The pleasure was deep and dark, and it felt like it had teeth. She was coming … coming…
“Mmm!” She screamed behind his palm.
Her climax howled through her, making her clamp down on his cock and suckle it with strong, demanding pulls. He was so hefty he stretched her orgasm bigger and wider.
Drilling her with a series of staccato thrusts, he joined her at the peak. She felt the wash of his steamy cum as he arched his back and released: one pulse … two … three. It took a minute, but he at last spent the last of his seed. He sighed in satisfaction, and his penis softened inside her.
Aftershocks lit up her sheath when he lowered her feet to the floor. The moment he pulled free, he tore off a length of toilet paper and pressed it between her legs to catch the spillage. For some reason, that act of consideration felt more intimate than anything they’d just done. It made Benni blush.
Withdrawing his hand, he slipped the crotch of her panties back into place. He helped tug her top up to cover her rosy breasts and lowered her skirt. Looking down, Varion then cleaned himself and tucked his sated member back into his pants.
His grin was smug. “So, did I deliver on my promise?”
Pleased, she winked at him. “You always do, Varion.”
His grin remained in place as his skin darkened to a coffee tone, his eyes turned blue, and his hair paled to an ashy color. She never grew tired of seeing him change like that, which was why she’d dated him longer than any other male before him.
Varion loved the way Benni’s gaze ate him up whenever he altered his appearance. No matter how vigorous their lovemaking, that look alone could make him hard all over again. The fact that he could bend her body and take her almost any way he wanted only made it better. He’d discovered early in adult life that he got off harder when he could contort his partners into less traditional positions. Benni was the first Flexian he’d slept with, but he’d quickly learned her race’s physiology suited his desires perfectly.
At five-foot-nothing, his petite lover would have appeared fragile if not for her lean muscles and unceasing energy. She made him feel enormous and strong, yet she formed a perfect vise around his cock when he took her. She accepted even his roughest pounding with ecstatic screams. They’d been sleeping together for about two months now, and her nubile body still drove him crazy.
“That was fun.” She smiled up at him with twinkling turquoise eyes.
Not sure what possessed him, he reached out to stroke her hair. The carroty locks were so bright they should have hurt his eyes, and he swore he felt those flaming orange strands singe his fingertips.
“We always have fun,” he answered huskily.
Taking her hand, he turned to crack open the stall door and confirmed that the bathroom was now empty. Seconds before his orgasm had exploded out of him, he’d vaguely registered the sound of the door closing and the voices of the other patrons disappearing.
“All clear.” He stepped out and pulled her after him.
A few women glanced at them with arched eyebrows when they walked into the hallway, but he was happy to see Benni ignored them. He took her out on the dance floor just in time for a slow number.