Janelle shivered just thinking about Andar’s words. Where she wanted Maslar to be. Jesus, where didn’t she want him to be? She could think of a thousand different ways that they could pleasure each other.
“Yes,” she finally agreed. “We can start there.”
Andar grinned. Maslar moved, picking her up in his strong arms while Andar situated himself on the bed. His huge cock was pointing straight up and just imagining it buried in her tight, wet heat sent a wave of desperate need washing over her. A rush of wetness trickled hotly down her thigh as her body readied itself for him.
Maslar set her down and Andar motioned her forward. “Come here, Janelle. I can smell just how ready you are.”
Janelle nodded and stepped forward. She climbed onto the bed, moving forward on her hands and knees until she was poised over Andar’s thighs. She inched upwards, gripping his strong, muscled hips in her hands to balance herself as she rose up on her knees and hovered over his cock.
She watched in fascination as his own beads of moisture dampened the tip until it was glistening. She closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself down. His slick, warm cockhead hit her thigh and she shifted slightly until he was in the right place.
Janelle relaxed her body as her unabashed need took hold of her. Fire ripped through her veins as her heart began to beat harder and harder in anticipation. She slowly shifted down, parting her soaking, swollen sex with his cockhead until he was right at her entrance. She held her breath and sunk down another inch and he slipped inside easily.
Even just the tip of his cock inside of her sent a thousand fireworks off behind Janelle’s closed eyes. She gasped at the feeling of fullness and her body screamed for more.
Andar’s hands came to rest on her hips to guide her gently downwards. She relaxed again, taking in more of him. She felt him butt up against the tight barrier inside of herself. She knew it was going to hurt when it tore. She went slowly, feeling it stretch and then eventually tear. She gasped at the pain but it was minor and soon faded into a delicious ache that made the experience that much more pleasurable.
“You are so beautiful, Janelle,” Andar encouraged her.
She let herself sink down all the way, taking every single inch of Andar’s massive erection inside. He was buried to the hilt in her body and she threw back her head and moaned. Her hips began to rock of their own accord, the delicious thickness touching every single part of herself.
Andar reached up and palmed her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, toying with her nipples until they were hard peaks again. She felt every single movement mirrored lower and she shivered as lightning bolts of pleasure stole through her body.
She swiveled her hips harder, rocking back and forth on Andar, grinding her smooth flesh against him in an effort to relieve the aching pressure building inside of her.
“Andar… you are so huge…” Janelle moaned. She placed her hands on his broad chest to support her rocking movements. Her hips gyrated faster, increasing the delicious friction building inside of herself.
“Look down, darling,” Andar said huskily. Lift yourself off of me and watch as you take all of me in as you slide back down.” His hands left her breasts and gripped her hips, lifting her gently.
Janelle’s eyes flew open. She had never thought to watch him penetrate her. As he lifted her off, the sight of his glistening cock, coated in her own juices nearly sent her spiraling out of control.
“Watch as you take me,” Andar commanded.
She did. She watched as she sunk down, his cock splitting her sex and disappearing inside of her. Janelle gasped. The fire burning inside her belly had spread to every single of her limbs. They felt heavy, weighed down and still the inferno spread.
Andar’s hips bucked underneath of her, matching her own slow grinds and she moaned, savoring his hard thrusts. She felt him buried deep inside and she bore down, grinding on him, setting a blazing pace of frenzied thrusts and hard riding.
She could feel herself growing closer and bit her lip hard, closing her eyes again. A rush of wetness coated her thighs right before her world split apart. Janelle tossed her head back and screamed with pleasure. Waves of intense sensation rolled over her and she gasped for air, lost in the currents of pleasure that were sucking her under.
She vaguely heard Andar’s own cries as she felt the hot bursts of his seed deep in her body. His pelvis bucked hard into hers, his fingers ground into the tender flesh of her hips as he held her steady while he pumped her full.
When Janelle finally opened her eyes, she found that Andar was looking at her, a strange tenderness in his eyes. “You are so incredible, Janelle,” he sighed.
She relaxed, a warm feeling taking hold of her heart. “You aren’t half bad either.”
Andar grinned and she was glad that his species had a sense of humor. She stilled suddenly and Andar looked at her questioningly.
“What is it?”
“I thought… well I thought you would both want to have me at once.”
Maslar stepped forward from the corner where he had been watching them. The sheer hunger on his face was undeniable and the now familiar ache started deep within Janelle again.
“We’re not nearly done, Janelle,” Maslar said, a sensual grim blooming over his face. “Not nearly.”