ALIEN INVASION by Peter Hallett Page A

times on one of my butt cheeks before he pulls the thong from my crack and over one of my cheeks.
    The thin jets were shooting up into me, an animated dance over my insides. More water was thumping on my throbbing lips. They, like everywhere else, were so sensitive now. They were swollen. I was close.
    I feel the head on me. It slowly starts to part me as he pushes forward. My lips slide over him and tightly grip. He keeps it on its course to fill me. I’m pulled wide as he finally fills me.
    I turned the faucet farther. The water that sped forth sent another tsunami of eroticism onto me, through me; my whole body was feeling the dynamism that was prancing. My butt was sliding back and forth over the bottom of the bath.
    Every inch of his manhood is fully in and I beg. I beg him to go harder. I feel him draw back; leaving me some ways before it’s thrust back into me with force. I feel it hit my insides in the most pleasurable way. I push my butt backward into him, somehow managing to squeeze a little extra of him in me; he’s not been this deep before. I don’t want him to ever not be again.
    My legs became tense. My body started to arch even more. I was almost there. The hand that was gripping the bath was having trouble keeping hold. Water was splashing from the tub. The water from the shower head was unrelenting, attacking me with bopping, tiptoeing, gallops of gushes of bubbly jets.
    He drives it into me over and over again, my whole body rocking from his on each thrust, my butt slapping against his abs, my breasts swinging, his hands on my hips, holding me with potency, allowing him to delve deeper into me. It’s like a never-ending, all-giving pole, my wet insides the flag it’s flying.
    I bit my bottom lip. Guttural throat moans were made, I wanted to make more. I wanted to scream out all the air from my lungs. I could tell it was going to be intense. It already was. My temperature was rising. Beads of sweat on my temples, more running over my breasts, little drops falling from my nipples.
    He reaches around me again and grabs my bare breasts. He holds them in his big powerful hands once more as he continues, bringing me to the edge of where I want to jump from, the fall certain to be full of erotic adrenaline.
    I let myself go over it as I hear him moan. He picks up speed and I’m being uncontrollably bounced as he finishes in me and me with him. I look over my shoulder and say, “Thank you. I love you.”
    He does one last hard thrust, I growl in my throat and then gasp as he pulls from me. “I love you too. Always have, always will.”
    I pressed the showerhead harder onto myself. It spat its watery tongues at me and all my tension was released in a sudden and almost violent jolt of electricity. I lost control of my body. The shower head shot away as I collapsed and orgasmed on the way down, on the way backward into the water, under the water, to the bottom of the bath, until the back of my head smashed into it and shot me back out, dizzy, breathless and coughing up water.
    Then …
    I started to cry, full on sobbing again.
    JUNE
    I jumped off the bus at the stop that was across the street from Alec’s apartment building. The night air was biting at my skin, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end and my teeth to chatter. I should have worn something more protective than a t-shirt, but that had been the least of my concerns when gathering my belongings. My priorities had been to grab what was needed for my escape and my costume for the convention.
    I jogged across the road, holding one arm over my boobs to stop them bouncing. I saw a man in a suit walking on the sidewalk I was aiming for, trying to hide his smile. I wasn’t sure if it was my goofy running that had him tickled or my attempt to keep my tits from hitting me in the face. It didn’t matter which it was, I still felt like an idiot.
    Unlike the apartment building I lived in the elevators in Alec’s worked. They even played