Aliens update (Patreon)

The store closed at eight o’clock. Right on the dot. Betty watched as the last few stragglers wandered out and sighed with relief. Another day over, and with it a double shift. The money was good, but being a salesgirl for twelve hours made her just about forget how to be a person. Still, perversely, she made sure she was the last salesgirl to leave. Somehow she just wanted to put a period on the whole thing.

She reached under the counter for her purse, but as she stood, she found herself confronted by two women in short, fashionable dresses. They looked like they could be sisters, and Betty caught the movement in their eyes as they traveled over her figure, pausing slightly at her full breasts, flat stomach, and rounded hips. She was glad now that she had worn her blue dress—it accentuated her ripe figure in just the perfect places.

“I’m sorry,” she began, eyeing them right back, “but we’re closed. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

“We’re saleswomen,” the taller one said, no longer looking at her lovely body, but staring her in the eye and grinning as if recalling it in vivid detail. “We were supposed to show you our wares, but we’ve been running a little late. Could you spare us a minute or two?”

“I’m sorry,” Betty said, “but I really can’t buy anything for the store. You’d have to talk to my manager tomorrow.”

“It’ll only take a minute,” the tall one said. “We can leave the sample merchandise here and you can show it to your manager. I’m sure you’ll have a good impression of it if you just take a look.”

The shorter one touched her elbow, gently urging her to stay. Betty thought about it. It had been a long day, but letting two attractive women work her over felt like a good way to decompress. 

Nodding, she led them into the back of the store, an alcove where they kept the break room and damaged goods. Both women snapped open briefcases and took out flimsy-looking underwear. 

“Our new line of bras,” the tall woman said, handing her a very wispy bra, sheer white and nearly translucent. “You can see the quality. You just have to display them properly and they sell themselves.”

“And this is our latest design in panties,” the shorter woman said, holding them out to let Betty feel the material.

Betty felt herself becoming oddly aroused. She pictured herself in the lingerie they were peddling, pictured them in it, then irresistibly imagined that the reason they were holding the lingerie in their hands, passing it around, was that they’d taken them off their own bodies. They did feel warm to the touch… 

She examined the lingerie carefully, trying to keep her mind focused.

“You’re not really getting the full effect, though,” the tall woman said. “Why don’t you try it on? Then you can see how good it looks on a woman.”

The short woman was handing her an extremely brief bra in pink, trimmed with tiny red frills. A matching pair of panties followed, and if anything they were even smaller. She watched as Betty examined the items. God, they’re barely underwear… they’re more like… some fetish thing!

Then Betty smiled knowingly, feeling the bra with her fingers. “I doubt this would cover me up at all…”

“Let’s find out,” the tall woman encouraged.

Feeling intoxicated with the knowing looks the two women were giving her, the little touches and whispers of approval they made, Betty laid the underwear down and began to undress.

She unzipped herself and let her dress slip from her shoulders, stepping from it and leaving it huddled on the floor like a shed skin—though some vestigial notion of propriety kept her back turned to the other women as she swapped out her old bra for the new one. She hooked it behind her back, fitting her breasts into its cups. The two women stared at the sight of her tits filling them out.

“They’re barely there at all!” Betty giggled, now feeling outright high. “You can see almost all of me—even my nipples!”

She stared down at the protruding temptations of her nipples as they jutted out from the cut-outs in her bra. The thing was little more than a harness to support her massive cleavage and make it thrust out more brazenly. It did nothing to preserve her modesty, but really encouraged the lustful appreciation of her breasts: forcing them up high and emphasizing the hardness of her nipples by letting them push freely through symmetrical openings.

“It’s a sight worth seeing,” the tall woman said, openly lustful.

“Are the panties the same?” Betty asked, mockingly innocent in her enthusiasm. She sat down to slide off her underwear and pantyhose, replacing them with the tight silk panties. She did it so fast and with her side turned to the women so that they couldn’t see much, but still felt a flicker of actual sexual pleasure at being outright naked in their presence.

She stood up and looked at herself, giving off another drugged giggle. The panties were crotchless. A thong ran between her buttocks, but at her perineum, it split into two strands that attached to the waistband in a Y shape, totally avoiding her sex and leaving it bare. Her pussy was not just exposed, but lewdly displayed.

“The same?” the short woman asked. “They’re better.”

“What else have you got?” Betty demanded of her, looking into the open briefcase that had produced her current wardrobe. She came up with a thin loop of elastic material. “A garter bell! My goodness!”

She wrapped it around her waist and fastened it, letting the dangling straps dance about her thighs and panties. She’d always found something sensual about a woman wearing garters with no stockings. It was like an item of clothing that was there purely to be sexual, not to cover up anything or anyone.

She stood there proudly with her hands on her hips and looked at the two women for inspection. “What do you think, girls?”

The two were staring at her hungrily. Not only did she look whorish, but like a high-priced escort, and at the very start of her career, in the full bloom and health of youth with no jadedness, only enthusiasm.

“I feel so sexy! I can’t help it! Wearing this makes me feel like a completely different person!”

She moved slowly back and forth in front of them, her garter straps teasingly sliding over her firm thighs, her ass voluptuously curving around the strap of her thong. The garter belt was stretched taut across her flat, pale belly. The panties framed her wet cunt to perfection. Her breasts swelled out to fill what little fabric her bra had to offer, while her nipples had hardened to nearly an inch long. They poked out at the two women as if calling to them.

“My sister and I couldn’t agree more,” the tall woman said. “You are like a different person. Just like she was after she changed for me.”

Betty looked at the short woman. “You’re wearing this too?”

“Oh no,” the short woman said. “I’m not wearing anything.”

She pulled up the hem of her dress, showing no stockings, no garters, no panties—just a large cock throbbing softly between her thighs.

“Would you like me to suck you off?” Betty asked suddenly. “I just… these clothes… I want to do something in these clothes…”

“How much do you want to do?” the tall woman asked, taking off and stepping out of her own dress. She wore a bra and, through the panel of her crotchless panties, she was even harder than her sister.

“Both of you,” Betty said breathlessly. “I’ll gladly suck you off. Or anything else! Just… just do something to me!”

She sat down facing them. The two shuffled toward her, offering their cocks up just in front of Betty. One of them folded her arms and the other rested her hands on her hips.

“I don’t mind sucking off two cocks at the same time. It turns me on, in fact. The more the merrier. You can never get enough cock. Never.”

Betty planted a hand on each of their bulging erections, running her fingers over their balls and fat shafts as if shocked with how real they were. She looked up at the two women and smiled, her tongue trembling inside her mouth with the thought of embracing those huge members.

“I’m going to like your cocks, I just know it,” she muttered, now gently massaging their shafts from tip to scrotum. They filled her hands so well! “They feel so hard! I didn’t know I could get someone so hard!”

She leaned in quickly, as if she were snitching from some sweet confection, and kissed the tall woman’s cockhead. Then Betty pulled herself away from it, barely able to resist feeling more of the friction between her full lips and that throbbing knob being offered to her. “It’s beautiful. Just beautiful…” she praised, looking at the cock with clear eyes, taking in every inch of it with full awareness. Licking her lips hungrily.

The tall woman’s cock was about nine inches long, and it hung heavily from her like a jungle snake dangling from a tree branch. It had begun to harden already, she could tell, but its sheer heft had it still pointed at the floor, its foreskin pulled partially back from the darkened cockhead. The shaft was thick and full, dark in coloring, with an ugly but bold vein running the side as far as the crown.

Betty wanted to grab hold of it, to possess it in her hand—to rub it all over her face and lick it, taste it, hold it in her mouth, suck the cum from it. But the other woman’s cock tempted her. She turned to look at it as well as it hardened, staring back at her with its brutal forcefulness.

“God, they’re both huge!” she raved, licking her lips. “You both have fucking horse cocks!”

She gazed at the short woman’s prick. It was even bigger than the other, perhaps eleven inches long, and the cockhead was completely exposed with the foreskin pulled back from the glans like the hood of a cobra. It hovered in the arm, showing its hardness like a muscular arm flexing. Betty doubted she could get her fingers all the way around its heft.

“Can I play with them?” she whimpered, her heart pounding in her chest at the mere thought they’d say no. “Please can I play with them?”

“They’re going to play with you,” the tall woman said.

Betty brought up both her hands and touched them to the undersides of the two massive cocks she was being threatened with. She raised both dicks on her palms, amazed at their weight and the throbbing pulse of hot blood id them. She examined them closely. She wanted to know everything about these beautiful cocks she was being blessed with.

Wrapping her long fingers around each one, she lifted them up until her knuckles brushed against the sisters’ bellies. She tried to gauge their weight; both felt like they weighed several pounds. She squeezed them, finding there was hardly any give in their hot-blooded stiffness, just a heartier pumping of the pulse she’d felt running through them. Her mouth was watering. She pulled them tenderly towards her face.

“They’re so beautiful,” she said, her eyes no longer wide with surprise, but with awe. “They’re just so gorgeous! I love them!”

She let her tongue out of her mouth, even though she knew she couldn’t control it. As she leaned forward, it seemed like her tongue was leading her onward. Using slow, tentative strokes, she licked her way up the cock on the right. Her satin tongue bathed it tenderly in her saliva, encountering the pulse inside it from the base to the flaring head. Her lipstick was smeared on her plush lips, shared with the growing shaft she kissed.

“God almighty,” the woman on the right murmured. She reached out and took her sister’s hand, squeezing it as the pleasure vibrated between her flesh and Betty’s mouth.

Betty moved her head up and down with long, lazy dips, swaying as if she were dancing more than giving head. She covered the stiffening cock with spittle, made it messy with lip gloss that seemed to melt on the cock’s burning skin. The cock grew steadily in her hand, forcing her fingers open until the knuckles were barely bent at all. The bloated head shone brightly, and as if it had hypnotized her, Betty stared at it as she grabbed hold of the other cock, shucking it up and down with easy little strokes.

“You’ve got a good little tongue,” the short woman praised. She ran her hand through Betty’s hair, playfully messing it out of the neat ponytail that provided such a contrast to her current sloppy eating habits. “And a nice big mouth…”

Betty backed off her, turning to the tall woman’s cock, licking it with the same long, slow strokes. The cock had grown at least two inches while she’d been dealing with the other futa; it throbbed in her fist like a pipe full of almost too much steam to be contained. The foreskin showed off the dark purple cockhead like a tightening fist.

“Do you like it?” Betty asked, looking up at them coyly with her suggestively opened mouth, her tongue lolling out a little. “She likes my tongue… does it feel good on your big hard-on too?”

The sisters said nothing. They gazed down, slightly dazed, at the top of Betty’s blonde head. They could only imagine her expression as her small pink tongue led the way to their members, lavishing one after another with attention.

Betty’s head dipped low; she slurped and slobbered at a huge pair of full balls containing one half of her prize. They were weighting heavily on the wrinkled pouch that held them, and Betty chased them with her tongue, playing them this way and that until she managed to get one in her mouth. She sucked it inside her lips, twisting it around with her tongue, then slurping on it hard, like she never wanted it to leave her wetly heated mouth.

“Auuhh! Hu!” the tall woman groaned, throwing her head back as if she could escape the cascade of sensations coming up from her groin. Betty’s tongue whirled on her captive teste, lifting it up and down, pressing it into the smooth wall of her cheek. She could feel the jism squirming hotly inside.

After glancing over at the shorter woman’s cock as she pumped it with her tightened fingers, Betty turned her attention to the ball that was resting on her chin. She opened her mouth so wide that her jaw hurt and ran her fingers over the scrotum until she’d herded both balls together inside her mouth. They swelled out her cheeks ludicrously, and she kept her mouth open to show the sisters how she’d gotten the entire scrotum in her mouth.

“Mmmmmhm,” she moaned proudly, swallowing her saliva with the sweetly musky taste of the balls she’d captured.

“Take mine too,” the short woman insisted, and she swung her scrotum over Betty’s face, muscling her sister aside to take up position alongside her. Betty helplessly kept milking their cocks as she cranked open her jaw and let her dip her balls in to her already stuffed mouth. “Oh yes. Oh, this is the life.”

As Betty gagged and sputtered, struggling to swallow her own overflowing saliva as it drooled down her chin, the women muttered to themselves. The tall one grabbed hold of Betty’s hair to keep her in place, her face upturned, her filled mouth providing a lewd spectacle for their enjoyment. “Hot little slut… dirty cocksucker… teenage cunt… filthy cumhole…”

And Betty found herself growing wet as they said so.

She stared at the two granite-hard cocks in her hand as if seeing them for the first time, fully realizing how hard she’d made them with her nude body and her sucking mouth. As she watched, the tip of both oozed out a crystal of precum. The two bubbles of semen sat there on the heads of their cocks, and just as they began to roll slowly down toward the flanges of the women’s pricks, the sisters took their scrotums out of Betty’s overstuffed mouth, leaving them dangling wetly to either side of her chin, their wrinkled skin glistening with her saliva. Now she moved from cock to scour, scouring each cockhead with her tongue for the twin pearls of cum. She savored their taste, both delicious but each in its own way, and gazed up at the sisters with a flash of triumph in her eyes.

Their balls were quaking. In her fists, their cocks glowed with spit and smeared lipstick. They pulsed like snakes ready to strike.

“I guess you’re pretty turned on, huh?” Betty teased, her eyes twinkling merrily up at them. She kissed each cockhead in turn, then looked back up at the sisters’ contorting faces as she jacked the two of them off. They both groaned deeply.

Gripping both cocks firmly in her hands, she ran them lovingly over her face. She pushed a cockhead into either cheek—unconsciously licking at the inside of her mouth with her tongue as if she could reach the warm dampness she felt at the tips of those members—and then worked them upwards, circling the wet cockheads over her temples, around her forehead, and down either side of her nose. She closed her eyes tightly and massaged the cocks against her eyelids, smearing the clear fluid of their precum into her eyebrows and long lashes. Finally, the pricks reached her mouth.

She set a cockhead at either corner of her mouth and let them hold her lips open, wiggling her tongue back and forth between them, digging the tip into each collar like she was sucking on a pair of tootsie pops. Her eyeshadow was smeared across her face, and now her lipstick was as well. She still looked like an expensive escort, but one whose customer had just gotten their money’s worth.

She wrapped her lips over one cock, then the other, like she was trying them on for size. The sisters were left gasping for breath. Gripping both cocks in her fists like a pair of beer bottles, she moved as if to pour them both into her mouth—bending her head back, opening her jaw as wide as it could do, and forcing both cockheads inside. They blew out her cheeks as their combined heft crushed her tongue between them, their throbbing threatening to split her lips at the corner.

“Look at that!” the shorter woman groaned. “Both cocks! Both cocks at once! She’s taking us both in her mouth!”

“Now that’s what I call a cock-holster,” her sister replied.

Now that their bloated cocks were angled down her, Betty raised herself as high as she could, taking the heads and several inches of shaft down into her before she started to gag. She wanted to deep-throat them both at once, but her lips were stretched to the breaking point around the doubled width of the two huge cocks. Her nostrils flared as she panted noisily. The twin erections were wedged tightly into her wide-open mouth.

Her lips sucked forward and she took on another inch of both cocks. But that was as far as she could go. The two cocks would not fit into her throat. She began to back down slowly, reluctantly, letting the two swollen members out of her aching lips. They gleamed brightly in the light once they’d escaped her sucking grasp.

Once they were out altogether, she pumped them steadily in her fists for a full minute, catching her breath and swallowing down all the saliva and precum that had filled her mouth. She watched each cock closely, kissing away an oozing pearl of precum whenever one presented itself. Then she began to rub them over her face again, coating her beautiful features with trails of glistening precum.

“Suck those cocks,” the tall woman ordered, grabbing hold of her cock by the base and ready to slap Betty in the face with it if she flagged even for a moment. “You filthy slut… what a whore… what a hot little whore…”

Betty took her sister’s cock in her mouth and sucked it deep inside her throat, taking its comparatively slender length with ease now that she’d practiced on the ridiculous size of their conjoined members. The short woman was in her throat before she realized what had happened. Betty adjusted her head a little, set her throat in the proper alignment, then plunged all the way down, sucking in hot cock down to the balls. She fucked her head back and forth, as if she were letting the short woman use her mouth as a masturbatory tool. Each time she came down, her lips kissed at pubic hair and her nose nudged the sister’s lower belly.

Then, with the same uninhibited speed, she slipped off the erection and moved to the other one. She took it through her lips and to the back of her throat as if she’d been sucking cocks all her life. She licked down along the throbbing shaft, savoring the taste of the musky flesh. 

“I love to suck cock!” she said as she moved from one to another, back and forth, as if masturbating her throats with their quivering lengths. “Aren’t I a good cocksucker? Don’t you think I can suck cock really good? Aren’t you going to come and come and just come?”

Betty switched rapidly from one cock to the other at an almost unhinged speed, pumping her face up and down on each as if she had an unholy need for its semen, before she was tempted back to plunge her mouth down on the other. Her fists clasped each cock around its base and she masturbated them with an even more enthusiastic need. Both cocks were fully erect, hopelessly swollen and throbbing. It was like the more they grew, the more Betty needed them.

Betty let go of them, briefly cupping her breasts and squeezing them hard, like she was trying to hold something in, then grabbing both pairs of balls on the futa women. She squeezed and twisted them, urging the sisters to come.

“Mmmmmnnnnyessss,” she hissed, nearly orgasmic with sheer lust. “Please, come with me! Come in my face, both of you! And down my throat! One of you come all over my face and the other one…” She stopped to lick at the precum dripping from the tall woman’s flaring slit. “I want to feel your hot gush going right down my throat…”

She tightened her grip on their balls. Both cocks were above her face now and Betty lifted her face to them.

The tall woman grunted and sprayed cum into her face.

After the first spurt landed on Betty’s chin, the short woman spurted, sending her hot seed all over Betty’s forehead. She moaned as her orgasm struck her, as if delivered by the semen clouding her face. And it only got more intense as she felt burning shots of cum flying out of both cocks, landing on her nose and her cheeks and her chin and her lips. 

“Perfect…” she cooed when it was over. She tilted her face up and let them rub their cocks across her face, brushing their ropes of cum down to her licking lips. She tasted their seed, flicking her tongue at their lengths whenever they came within range. Now that they’d wiped off her face with their cocks, the members were literally dripping with cum. As Betty returned the favor, cleaning them off, her face glistened from forehead to chin.

“God… you don’t know how good it feels, having two cocks go off in your face. It made me come. I never come…”

She arched her back as she ran her hands over her face, not trying to get more cum into her mouth, just luxuriating in the feel of it on her skin and in her hands. Her perky ass thrust out deliciously, quivering as she gave in to her once more rising desires, and she licked her fingers clean.

“And it tastes so good too…” She giggled. “Maybe I can come again… if you can come again.” She moaned sexily, already seeming well on her way there. “More, more, please. Let me suck you off. Or fuck me. Either one of you, both of you, I don’t care. I just need… mmmmammmm… more…”

“Christ,” Lilah groaned. “I don’t think I can give her anymore.”

“I don’t think she can take anymore,” Marilyn said. “Not really.”

Betty grabbed her pussy and started fondling it, delighting in the feel of her warm, cum-ridden fingers against her sex. “I don’t want to stop,” she whimpered. “I want to be fucked. Can’t you see how horny I am? Look how hard my nipples are. Look at my pussy. It needs you so bad!”

“We’ve created a monster,” Lilah said.