Alien Sex 101 by Allie Ritch

speared her in one harsh surge. Her tight, ridged sheath—still so special and wondrous to him—sucked him in like a dream. She tried to smother the sound, but she cried out as he took her. Quinn had no intention of being quiet.
    Bang, bang, bang… He made sure to pummel her hard and lean his weight into his grip on her arms. The metal lockers at her back clattered loudly with every thrust. She could do nothing but helplessly receive him, which was just how he wanted her.
    Xindra protested between pleasured squeaks. “Please, they’ll catch us. The class will be here any second.”
    “Any second,” he agreed, already picking up his pace. Their bodies made a frantic sucking and smacking sound where he repeatedly impaled her. “I bet they can hear us banging clear across the building. They’ll come for us and find me humping you in the girls’ locker room like a sex-crazed teenager. Will they see you orgasm? Will you climax as they stare at you?”
    She moaned, and he could feel her channel tightening around him. His words were getting to her just as he intended. They really did have a matter of untold moments before they had company, so they both needed to come fast. Reaching down, Quinn strummed her clit as he went at her like a pressure compactor on hyperdrive. He grunted to the accompaniment of metal percussion, just waiting for her to hit that one sweet note before he let himself follow. She was taking longer than he expected, although he could tell she was at the razor’s edge.
    “I hear the door.” He was lying, but he knew how to get to her. “They’re here, baby. Let them see you come hard. That’s it. Now!”
    He had the privilege of being the only one to witness her abandon. Xindra arched and bucked so violently she nearly toppled him, and her eyes clenched tightly as she strained her neck back and sobbed for joy. In the next instant, he was there with her, pumping and pumping his hot seed like a maniac as he gripped her quivering thigh.
    “So good.” He groaned as he ground upward to steal a last few pulses of pleasure.
    Her vagina fluttered a few more times before she went limp. She trembled as he lowered her second foot to the floor. When he was sure she could stand on her own, he kissed her soundly and moved to grab his clean clothes. He shuddered in pleasure-pain as the cloth of his pants touched his oversensitive cock, but he had a smile on his face now.
    “Still feeling nervous?” he asked.
    “No.” Returning a stunning grin, she pulled her pants on and covered those glorious breasts. “I just need to get my toes to uncurl so I can put on my shoes.”
    That made him laugh and steal another kiss before he helped her. A couple of minutes later, they exited the locker room just in time to see their models and a few of the students walking through the front door.
    *
    As Xindra stood at the front of her new classroom, she wondered if it was obvious she’d just been well tumbled by her husband. Her lips felt bruised, and she was sure her eyes were too bright, but she had to admit she now felt very relaxed. If she could just get her brain back online, then maybe she could pull this off. Fortunately, Quinn was delivering the welcome speech.
    While he did, she looked over their students, who sat in a loose crescent of chairs facing her. Krux, one of their older students, was the most eye-catching. The Brachoi’s body fairly rippled with bulging muscles, and his four stout arms, all currently crossed over his business suit, were hard to miss. If this wasn’t enough to snag her attention, then his light cherry skin—said to turn as red as an overexcited erection when he was aroused—topped off his unusual appeal. Although his face was cut in stern, severe lines, his eyes were calm and intelligent. His dark hair, which was a shade of crimson so deep it was nearly black, was neatly trimmed.
    Ranged beside him on either side was Trett, the golden-blond Ibration male with double-pointed ears, and