Hot Stories for Cold Nights (6 page)

“With me?”

“Why not? Don't you know how to do it?”

He snorted. “Of course I do. I just wondered why you selected me.”

“Luck. Actually, I have no idea. Our leader sent many of us out to gather information on all subjects. I'm one of those designated to learn about sex.”

“I'll be happy to show you.”

“No, just let me do the things I've read about and see what happens.”

She walked to the side of the bed, leaned over, and kissed him. “I understand that kissing is a desirable part of the lead-up to intercourse.”

They kissed for several minutes, then she kissed his ears and ran her fingers through his hair. “Yes,” she said, “very stimulating.” She looked at his cock, hardening more each minute. “I read that the penis gets aroused and stiffens. Is that why it's sticking up like that?”

Somehow he loved the clinical discussion of his reactions. “Yes,” he said.

“Good. I can watch it and see which of the erogenous areas causes it to react.” He closed his eyes as she played with his ears, nose, and eyelids, commenting on which activities seemed to excite him.

Moving down his body, she tweaked one nipple and his cock twitched. “You really do like that. The book I read said that some men like it and others don't.” She licked one nipple, her long, slightly prehensile tongue curling around it and tugging gently.

He swallowed hard, trying to control his body. He reasoned that it wouldn't do to go off yet, especially before she'd learned all she wanted to know. “I like that a lot,” he said.

She played with his nipples until they were hard and tight. “They get erect like little penises.” Her hands moved to his belly and she inserted one finger into his navel. “I don't care for that,” he said with a gasp.

“All right, I won't do it.” She moved to his cock, touching, stroking, moving it around. “Our species has nothing like this organ. We donate cells that are fertilized by the male's sperm in laboratories. I'm finding this much more enjoyable.”

“On your planet there's no sexual fun? No playing?”

“We have sexual fun. We need to be aroused for the donation process, but it happens within ourselves.”

Larry sighed. “How sad.”

“Oh, not really. We're content.”

“Maybe you'll learn not to be so content when you folks go back home, particularly if there are males of your species learning from our women.”

“Maybe,” she said, cupping his balls with one hand and fondling his cock with the other. “Some men like this,” she said, touching his anus, another squeezing his ass cheeks.

Now she had one hand on his cock, one holding his balls, one with a finger slowly entering his anus, and one on his ass cheeks. Four hands, each with seven long, grasping fingers. Shit, this was heaven. “I'd like to watch you climax,” she said.

“That can certainly be arranged.” He relaxed and let orgasm overtake him, semen erupting from his cock and flowing over her hand.

“Wonderful,” she said. “Now we must have intercourse.”

“I'm afraid I don't recover so quickly.”

“Of course you do,” she said, watching his cock greedily. “My pheromones will help.”

Sure enough, almost immediately he was hard again.

“I've read that men like doing it doggie style. I'm not quite sure I understand what that means.”

Larry took a deep breath. “If you've got your, eh, parts in the same places our women do, then I'll show you.”

“We have created such parts to allow us to experience everything.”

Larry guided her onto her hands, all of them, and knees on the bed, and he knelt behind her. Her pussy looked just like a human's, and she was very wet. He rubbed his erection over her flesh, then slowly inserted it into her cunt. “Oh,” she said when he was fully inside.

Larry felt a sensation he'd never experienced before. Her vagina, or what they'd created to be a vagina, squeezed him, rhythmically stroking, muscles rippling the length of him. Holding her hips tightly against him, he quickly came inside her, thrusting, bucking, yelling.

He collapsed onto the bed and she was gone.

His fantasy dissolved and he was back in his bedroom,
Star Wars
still playing. “I'm home,” Anne called as the front door slammed.

Although Larry had climaxed in his fantasy, in reality he had saved himself for his wife. She walked into the bedroom and glanced at the TV. She was deliciously aware of what he did while she was out and loved the hot and varied sex that always resulted. “Hmm,” she said, “aliens.”

“Aliens,” he said. “Get naked and I'll tell you
all
about it.”

L
ARRY CLICKED ON THE GUIDE ON HIS TV AND CHECKED both Turner Classic Movies and the Fox Movie Channel. Both films this evening were ones he'd seen quite recently. He sighed. He couldn't stand the commercials on American Movie Classics. Once a week Anne went to the library to meet with her book group, and tonight, while she was gone, he was restless. He'd stretched out on his bed, naked, prepared to watch a good old movie and let his mind wander. Nothing on. He'd have to resort to a weekly program, but only a handful of them were any good.

Okay
, he thought, flipping to the guide,
what's on?
One channel was showing
ER
reruns. He'd enjoyed that show while it was on and, although he was pretty sure he'd seen every episode, he clicked over to the right channel just as the show began.

He didn't watch for long. Instead, he closed his eyes and slipped into one of his favorite fantasies. He was in a doctor's office, all white and sterile-looking, with cabinets filled with mysterious doctor stuff and countertops covered with swabs, vials, jars of cotton balls, and boxes of latex gloves. The room smelled of alcohol and disinfectant. He was only wearing one of those light cotton gowns that opened down the back, and he was perched on an examining table covered with white paper that rustled when he shifted position.

He was nervous, as he always was when he went for a checkup. What if he got an erection? The doctor would know and he'd be terribly embarrassed.

The doctor arrived, and as always in his dreams, she was gorgeous. Long red hair hung down her back, surrounding a classically beautiful face. Her body was lush, voluptuous, and desirable. She was wearing a low-cut light blue tank top and short black skirt beneath her white lab coat. Her brief smile was almost wicked, but it disappeared quickly. “Good afternoon, Mr. Thomas,” she said. “It's time for your exam. I don't want you to be nervous.”

Larry's cock hardened as he watched her take a pair of latex gloves from a box on the counter. He would swear that she put them on purposefully slowly and provocatively, inserting each finger into its place and snapping the wrist. It was as if she knew how hot she was making him. He tried to control his raging hard-on but his usual mental gymnastics were of little help.

She walked around the table and wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his upper arm and pumped it up. With each compression of the little bulb, she exhaled slowly, her hot breath bathing his neck. Finally she released the pressure. “Very good, Mr. Thomas. Your blood pressure is fine.”

Sure it was. He was ready to explode and she was telling him his blood pressure was fine. Fat chance.

Over the next few minutes the doctor used an instrument to look in his ears and another to peer down his throat. Then she pushed him onto his back. He looked along the length of his body and saw the large tent that had formed over his erection. Oh well, he could do nothing about it, and surely she'd seen erections before. He took a long, slow breath.

“I'm going to check your heart,” she said, attaching the leads of the electrocardiograph machine to his hairy chest. “Now just relax.”

He watched the familiar spiking patterns of his heartbeat move across the screen. “Very good,” she said. “Let's test a few reactions to see how your heart is doing.” She slipped off her lab coat and pulled down the front of her tank, allowing her unfettered breasts to spill free. God, she was fabulous. Great, creamy white breasts with large, deep brown nipples. Her buds were fully erect, and as he stared at them, his cock jerked.

“Interesting,” she said, peering at the EKG screen. “I can watch your heartbeat react to sexual stimuli. Fascinating. This will add to the statistics for my thesis.”

Lying on his back in his bedroom, Larry's cock was fully erect and his entire body trembled. The doctor divided her attention between him and the EKG screen. “Let's see what this does.” She leaned over so that her breasts hung close to his mouth. “Do you want to suck them?” she asked as the EKG went crazy.

“God, yes,” he said.

“Not yet,” she replied, straightening. “I don't have all of my data yet.” She lifted his exam gown and exposed his cock. “Mmm, nice,” she said and Larry felt the blood rushing to his dick. She grabbed it and squeezed, testing his hardness. She pulled it away and let it spring back into place, then glanced again at the screen. “Very nice.” She left the table and made a few notes on a pad on the counter. She got a tape measure from one of the cabinets and carefully checked the length and girth of his member. “Interesting,” she said sounding totally clinical. “Superior size.” Again she wrote on the paper.

Larry felt sweat prickle at his armpits as her cool fingers played with his foreskin. “I like to compare circumcised and uncircumcised penises.” He thought he'd spurt right then, but she checked the machine and stopped just before he came.

“It's interesting what I can learn from my EKG. I know exactly what arouses you, and how far I can go without making you come. Fascinating.” She made a few more notes, then said, “Turn over.”

He did as he was told, making a special effort to position his prick so he was as comfortable as possible. On his bed in the bedroom he turned over as well.

“Now,” the doctor said, “let's test a few more reactions.” She parted his exam gown, exposing his ass. “Have you ever had anal sex?” When he hesitated, she said, “This EKG acts like a lie detector, so don't fib to me. Have you?”

He cleared his throat. “No,” he said, honestly.

“Good. This will be an excellent test.” He heard a squishy sound, then felt her lubricate his anus. “Just relax. It will be interesting to see whether this arouses you further.” He felt her rub slippery stuff around the rim of his asshole then slowly insert her finger. Slowly, so slowly, filling his ass. “Oh my,” she said, “you should see how your entire body reacts to this. It's so interesting.”

 

 

ANNE ARRIVED HOME FROM HER BOOK GROUP AND SILENTLY tiptoed into the bedroom. She knew that her husband loved his fantasy evenings, and she frequently helped him climax. She saw only his backside and heard his heavy breathing. His fists were clenching and unclenching, trying not to touch himself, waiting to climax until she got home.

She glanced at the TV screen to see what was playing that had triggered this fantasy.
Hmm
, she thought.
Medical stuff.
He moaned. They'd occasionally talked about fantasies, and she was pretty sure what was driving him crazy. She smiled, slipped into the kitchen, found and washed what she wanted, then stripped off her clothes. She loved playing out fantasies with Larry, and the sex that resulted was always fantastic.

Back in the bedroom she found a bottle of lubricant and covered the end of the long, slender candle she'd brought and gently sat on the edge of the bed. “Don't move,” she said, parting his ass cheeks. “This will only take a moment.”

He moved his hips, rubbing his erection on the sheet. “Is this really necessary?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Of course,” she said. “It's all part of the exam.” She inserted the end of the candle into him and gradually pressed it deeper inside. “Now if you have to come, it's to be expected, and all part of the medical procedure.”

“Oh, God,” he groaned. “Oh, God.” She gently thrust the candle in and out of his anus, watching his hips buck. “Oh, God!” She felt the candle jerk as he came, screaming his satisfaction.

Eventually she pulled the candle out and set it aside. She climbed up beside Larry's body and he wrapped his arm around her. He purred as he nibbled her neck. “That was amazing,” he said, finally able to catch his breath. “How did you know?”

“Oh, I'm pretty in tune with you. I guess it was good for you?”

“Babe, it was fantastic. But we'll have to change the sheets.”