THE BEST BUTT [MF] [ANAL] [CREAMPIE] [ORAL]

The new girl had, let me tell you, because I can’t say it any other way, the most amazing butt I’d ever seen. It was the kind of butt that made every head turn around from the moment she first stepped into the spotlight. It was the kind of butt that made couples in the vicinity start to argue immediately, without understanding exactly why they were doing it. It was the kind of butt that any men witnessing it walking down the street would be put in a fierce, hormonal, berserker state, making them run home and give their girls the most passionate tie of their lives. Round, strong, perky, cheeks bursting with this immense power that could ravage her jeans, and a power so immense it would transfer itself to men around and make them also ravage their jeans.

It was that butt I was about to have.

ALIEN LOVE, HUMAN LOVE [(03 of 04) [F+ALIEN] [ORAL] [ANAL] [CREAMPIE]

In the last days, I was sensing something… off. Andy was giving very subtle hints, but regarding what?

Some kind of dissatisfaction? No, I fiercely believed our situation couldn’t get any better, for both of us. Could it be sadness? Being away from both home planet and loved ones led to home sickness, that much was known, but flowing through his mental connection that issue should arise easily, and I had seen none of it. Anything directly related to, well, me? I had recently gotten into a fist fight with a space cadet for what I perceived as insults regarding Andy.

There was word aboard that someone in the Ministry of Spacehad a debt to this cadet’s uncle, debt repaid by placing that moron of a nephew aboard the space station. With no relevant skills or basic technical knowledge, it was a wonder how someone so detached from the reality of space flight, where errors would be amplified tenfold, had made it to the ranks. On top of it all, he was, and I’m being nice here, a complete idiot, loudly bragging about his past conquests, or how he had cleared at top level every single academy exam.

ALIEN LOVE, HUMAN LOVE (02 of 04) [F+ALIEN] [CREAMPIE] [ORAL]

That day, we would finally, finally!, get our first true love making.

It hadn’t been easy. The first moments from a lover couple’s life are highlighted by an eagerness to obliterate any barrier that puts itself in the way of their passion. There is seemingly almost nothing able to keep them apart, but unfortunately we had discovered what almost nothing entailed, and it was the most mundane of reasons: work.

From my part, the space station’s air filters had reached the point of cleaning and maintenance, a tedious responsibility that made my team collect all dust and dirt accumulated in the breathing air systems, and properly weight, analyze and catalogue to assure it remained in proper intervals of confidence. Andy had always been in a fragile situation to deal with. If his part was to develop a common platform of understanding for many different and quite alien races, imagine what it was like to explain colour to someone who never had eyes. Sure, the electromagnetic spectrum, light absorption and reflection, that was easy enough.. But how about how colour can change a particular mood, how it can be soothing, unnerving,or sensual. That was multiplied for a lot of races, evolution branches and structures of logic and reason. Pheromones to races who barely used their olfact, echolocation to those who barely accepted the idea of three dimensional space, even breathing could wildly vary if we were talking about gaseous or liquid atmospheres.

Like A Fucking Superhero [MF] [ORAL] [ANAL] [VIOLENCE]

Yeah, I was fucking her, I was fucking her good. And tomorrow… Tomorrow I will become a superhero!

“Fuck, man, I think you’re hurting her!”

“Nah, she’s a bitch, she likes it! Yeah, you’re a bitch, aren’t you, bitch?”

I amaze myself, really! Fresh out of the military hospital, burned scars hurting like fucking hell, I was given exactly one day to meet family, go out with friends, make amendments with enemies, whatsoever.

“Take this opportunity to rekindle with your loved ones, mr. Johnson. Hug your parents, kiss you lovers. Because after that, you are ours. You will do well to remember that.”, because yeah, family and friends, for sure. In a couple of hours I got a broad to screw, and top of that I got my former boss to join us in a bitchwich.

ALIEN LOVE, HUMAN LOVE (01 OF 04) [F+ALIEN] [ORAL] [CREAMPIE]

*I recently wrote here a very brief erotica, but the feedback was so great I rewrote and expanded, stronger and sexier, with new chapters. Will release a new chapter each day.*

By the year 3735, mankind had reached the stars, but now, a star would be coming for me.

I got to call him Andy, but not that it was his real name, of course. Trying to pronounce what he was really called was impossible for a human, once having been written to me as something like ə*¿Nḏʸ. I had no idea what to make of it, that star sign * in the middle of it signaling a sound akin to a hiccup going through a phlegmy throat. So, yes, no way to reproduce what it sounded like.

And we got to call his species Star Eaters, for the never confirmed trait they had of going across the Universe, picking crops from stars from which they fed themselves. This was such an alien, bizarre premise, that I never knew what to make of it. For all his open mind and honesty, Andy would never confirm if it was true or just a silly rumour, producing a familiar sound which I could only describe as an alien’s amused laughter.

In LoveIn Love With An Alien, pt. 2 [F+F+ALIEN] [FIST] [INTER] [ANAL] [ORAL] [THREESOME]

*Second part of my story, first one to be found* [*here*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ojcnmf/in_love_with_an_alien_femalien_creampie_fist_inter/)

That day, both Andy and I would get our first meeting with another individual.

This had astonished me in more ways than one. For all of his race achievements, the idea of love making between more than two puzzled Andy. His was a race with seemingly no sexual boundaries, but only if with a single other soul. I later understood their idea as sexual energy being such a powerful force that it required, demanded, total dedication to a single partner. Sharing with more than one was beyond possible. Funnier idea when orgies were all well and good, sharing and exchanging partners no issues. But, not at the same time.

That’s not to say he wasn’t incredibly excited with the idea when I told him. Oh, how he was!

Aboard the spaceship, I had been sharing with Tessa my encounters with Andy. Tessa was a hugely popular girl in the crew, first because she was a lively force, full of energy and smiles, and second, well, second for being so amazingly gorgeous. Those immense green eyes, and that full bottom of hers that filled the official uniform’s skirt and made such seductive promises whenever she walked down the corridors, the aisles, the biomes. More than a fair share of lovers had found out those promises, and more fights than I’d care to count erupted because of her. Amongst those lovers, though, there had never been an alien. Or a human woman, for that matter.

With Angela [FM] [CONS] [CREAMPIE] [1ST TIME]

“Fuck, man, loosing your virginity is not some big sacred mission, to which only a few pure souls are selected. It’s, all things taken, very mundane. My first time, tell you right now, it was to be this huge thing, right, and in the end it was only a *‘OK, OK, let’s do this, all right, here we go, uh, uh, uh, done! That’s it!?*’. So quit messing around and tell me what the fuck happened with you!”

“Fuck, you’re really taking this seriously.”

“I am your best and oldest friend. Friends take care of friends, and don’t go around hiding big things. I have the right to know, and you have the duty to tell me. Now. Everything!”

“OK, man, OK! But promise me, and remember ‘best and oldest friend’, to keep this top secret! Don’t want the whole gang to know about it.”

“Sure! OK, not that I totally agree with that, because, there you go, a mundane thing should not be made a religious affair, a ‘*You Have Been Chosen To Rapture!*’ thing, but sure. But why all the secrecy? It’s not because of you, so is it, is it because of her? The girl which you…? Or the guy, who knows, nothing wrong with that.”

Ancients: From Mankind And Dinofolk [FEM/ALIEN] [FEMDOM] [CREAM] [INTER]

*Relations between Mankind and Dinofolk were never a new thing. Even with the chance of incurring the wrath of Mother Sun, Father Night, or both, it was known to happen. In those ancient times, fearsome and beautiful individuals from both races roamed the Earth, until war broke and stroke apart both of them…*

The warrior stands before me. He’s proud and he’s strong, neither thoughts nor feelings betrayed. Is he afraid, is he fearful, is he terrified. His tail doesn’t twitch, his scales don’t reverberate, his muscled arms don’t struggle with the chains keeping him grounded. Reptilian eyes stay focused on me, as a predator scanning fearful prey. But I’m no prey, oh proud warrior! I’m a queen, Mankind’s Matriarch, and mine was the final blow that slayed your kin. The Dinofolk are no more, and the war for your lands, your riches, your secrets, is now over. We won. But still, a final ritual stands to completion, for Mother Sun demands both complet conquest of body and total devotion from soul. A task that I, and I alone, can carry. The warrior is proud, and strong. Tomorrow, I will take him, and I will break him.

In Love With An Alien [FEM/ALIEN] [CREAMPIE] [FIST] [INTEr]

By the year 3272, mankind has reached the stars. Tonight, a star is coming for me.

Andy is his name. Not his real name, of course. Trying to pronounce what he’s really called is impossible for a human. Something like, ə*¿Nḏʸ. Yeah, that. I met him by α Cepheus IX’s Sensorial Chambers, and there was this incredibly chemistry going on between us from the very first moment. Difficult not to. He’s incredibly gorgeous. Some human people diss the idea of contacts with aliens, finding it akward, to say the least (and outrageous, to say the most!).

By this millennia, with everything that happened to Mankind, First Contact, the Elevation Wars, The Rapture, The Great Beyond, such ill notions should have been erradicated, but well, here we are. Alienists, who despise aliens and find them guilty of everything conceivable and inconceivable thing, are a dying breed, fortunately. It’s the face with no eyes, they say. The scaled cold skin and lack of hot blood that proves they are not, they can not!, be intelligent. The tentacles and antennaes. What a bunch of fucking stupid morons! So much their loss, really.

Church [MF] [CON] [FIST]

*(This is part of a story I’m writing, about boy and girl meeting by chance in a long summer week and what follows. English is not my main language, so forgive me for any errors)*

Had I just had sex in a church?

I had. I had *fucked* in a church.

Not that it had been planned in any way, because of course it hadn’t. No one, or at least no one I ever met, wakes up in the morning, runs a to-do app and, between bloated eyes and a cup of coffee, decides will a) do laundry, b) buy groceries, c) find a cathedral to have sex there.

She had been wanting to visit churches. “Honey, you have no idea how beautiful you have your churches here in Europe! Back home we have nothing, and I mean nothing, like them! All we have are modern, slick, boring things. And how could we not, if there wasn’t anything like your Middle Ages when all of them were built. When Charlotte took me to Notre Dame, I had only heard of it because of the movie, but have no shame in telling you I almost cried there, so beautiful it was! And that church was already old when we were still building cities by the old border and playing cowboys and indians. And, Jesus, that Sagrada Familia, don’t get me started on that one!”