Newcomers by Plowjack A sailor meets a girl from a distant port... Will took the long walk from the transport to the bar. He made his way through the door, and into the multi-species crowd. His 6’4" frame let him push his way through, and he slid up to the bar and got the barkeep’s attention. He tossed his credit ID on the bar, bought a room and had his bags stowed. He ordered a liter of dark, English beer and turned to view the bar. His trip back to Earth from the Moon had been filled with soy food and old movies, and he was ready for some relaxation - even adventure. New City was a good place for adventure. When the alien ship had arrived, stranded forever on Earth, the Newcomers had claimed a chunk of land on the Asian coast, paid for it with technology and set up a colony. Earth’s now blooming space effort was centered in New City, and it was a multi-species town. Newcomers and Humans mixed freely, but not without friction. The Newcomers were much like humans, four-limbed and two-gendered. Mostly very pale skinned, some running to a golden brown, their hair was thick and ran down their backs, sometimes in many colors on the same individual, and they wore it short or long. Their eyes huge, green or purple or ice-pale pink, their noses usually small and flat and their mouths wide and full-lipped, both genders tended toward a fringe of hair at the sides of the face. It added up to an exotic, cat-like appearance that often fascinated humans. The Newcomers, who called themselves the Banrig, were from a world with gravity somewhat heavier than ours, making them very solid and physically strong. There was also one other major difference from humankind.. Newcomer women were, on average, much larger and stronger than the males. In humans, women average 5’4" and men 5’11". In Newcomers the men average 5’8" and the women 6’9". Newcomer men were slender and hard with small, shapely muscles. Their heavy-grav genetics and a tradition of warrior skill mean that they were much stronger than human men of equal or somewhat larger size. Muggers and thugs quickly learned that the slender, somewhat effeminate Newcomer men were not the easy targets that they appeared. Newcomer women are, on average, huge. They not only averaged 11 inches taller than their men, they had a mass of muscle that made them nearly superhuman. They tended toward smooth, round limbs, not ripped as humans get, but thick and hard clear through. Their legs were usually long, shapely and thick as tree-limbs. Their hips and shoulders tended to be massive, but rounded and graceful. In fact the whole Newcomer species was considered graceful and light, and even the largest of the women were described as feline. Just then there were a lot of Newcomer men in site in the bar, drinking and laughing and flirting with the waitresses. Many human women stood taller than newcomer men, and their soft, slender bodies were interesting to some alien guys, because they’re such a contrast to their own women. Several Newcomer females were in the lounge, seated in oversized chairs, towering over the men. Their silky, colorful hair flowed around faces and shoulders. Their cat’s eyes and wide lips drew Will’s attention. They were approached, from across the room, by one little Newcomer male after another, who brought them drinks, tasty appetizers and even, in the human fashion, flowers. The alien women had huge appetites - for food, for alcohol and for sex. Once one of the courtship gifts seemed to find favor with a big, red-and brown-haired woman, or maybe she just liked the little guy’s looks. She took the drink from him and drained it in a single gulp. Then she scooped him up under his armpits and lifted him before her. As Will watched, the little alien wiggled and laughed. The woman’s huge forearms and hands flexed gently as she tickled him. The other Banrig were smiling or talking among themselves; a couple of the men watched their fellow as the woman stood and gathered him to her bosom. The alien woman was about 6’8" tall, and looked about twice as thick as her 5’5" acquaintance. She wrapped an arm around his slender waist and pulled his face to her mouth. Her lips roamed over his face, her tongue snaking into his mouth as she held his head in her other hand. His hands explored her arms and shoulders. Will could see him grasping her huge upper arms, his hands not close to surrounding them. Then he wrapped his arms around her neck and shoulders and snuggled between her breasts. He seemed to be rubbing his loins against her belly. With no further adieu she walked away, still carrying her friend as he clung to her neck. They vanished up the stairs. Some of the Banrig men seemed to sigh wistfully and one raised his glass as they watched the female’s huge, spherical butt wiggle away. “What a woman,” Will spoke his thoughts aloud. “Roll your tongue back up into your head, space-boy,” said a sultry voice at his ear. He turned to see TiJane, the manager of the All-Worlds cafe. TiJane was an impressive woman herself, 6’2" of thick, athletic 40-year-old who could still throw a drunken Marine into the street with one arm. “TiJane, my darling,” Will smiled at his sometime lover, “You know I just can’t resist big, strong girls.” He reached across the bar to squeeze her impressive biceps. She put a hand over his and squeezed, as she hardened her arm under his grip. “Yeah, you’re Earth’s biggest sissy, I know,” she laughed gently, “but I don’t know whether you’d really like the big leagues. Some of these Banrig girls go 400 pounds!” “And have bosoms like basketballs. I saw the articles in Penthouse and Sports Illustrated. But they didn’t say anything about alien make-out sessions. What’s actually going on here?” TiJane set up a fresh pitcher of beer and poured herself one, as her employees scurried to fill orders. “The Banrig have decided in the last few months that they like my place,” she smiled and flexed her arm, “I think they find me a kindred spirit. “So they’ve started renting the rooms upstairs by the hour.” “Prostitution?” Will asked. “Absolutely not,” she answered, “Making an offer like that got some creep a hospital bed last month. This is basic Banrig fun - drinking, eating and screwing. It’s pair-bonding and social interaction and art all in one.” She continued, “These folks mostly know each other, most are the same extended clan. Some have had kids together. The men court the women and the women choose their lovers. Some are casual, some are long term. I think that in their homes they would just make love in the room with everyone else. But here they do me the favor of going upstairs.” As she spoke she had waved at a few Banrig men and a woman over, to join us. The woman stood an amazing 7’6" tall. She was dressed in a body-suit top, embroidered in the colorful Banrig style and a thick skirt that overlapped at the front. She wore a great deal of gold and silver jewelry and some of the precious purple metal from the Banrig world. Her arms were thick, smooth and round, her hips wider, I guessed, than my shoulders, her shoulders wider still. Her hair was red and silver and gold, her ‘mane’ a golden fringe. Her alien features seemed beautiful to him. Her chest was thick and deep supporting high, round breasts not quite basketball size. The Banrig woman held out an arm and one of the males went directly to her side. She held his butt and pressed him to her hip. He ran his hands over her body as she regarded Will steadily. “Do your friends speak Terran, TiJane?” Will asked, and poured two beers. The bartender spoke a long sentence in a language that sounded like molasses burbling. I heard my name in their. Then she said, “Will, may I introduce Beretla of the Old Song Clan, a mother. I have introduced you as Will of the Eagle Clan, a pilot. “Hello Will,” said a deep, musical voice. Beretla approached with her hand outstretched. “Hello Beretla,” Will answered, and shook her hand in the human way. He found his hand engulfed, and felt the eyes of Beretla’s ‘date’ on him. He made no move to remove his hand, but looked at the alien man and said ‘Hello, I’m Will.” The man blinked, and looked up at Beretla. She smiled, her broad face lighting up. “Good!” she said, ‘Will, this is Tev, and Skora, Telg and Fon.” Fon was about 5’3" inches tall, perhaps the slightest Banrig male Will has seen. TiJane had come around the bar to stand next to Will. She put out her left arm and the tiny Fon came to her. She cupped her breast to him and he pressed his head to it, his delicate hands squeezing her powerful human biceps. “Isn’t he beautiful, Will?” she asked, “Isn’t she?” She put her other arm around Will’s shoulders and hugged him, and said “I’ve known you for years, Will, “she said something in Banrig, “I told them that I’ve had you under me many times.” Will blushed bright as the older woman’s strong arm held him close. “If you want me to introduce you to Banrig society I will, old friend. I have a feeling you’ll really, really like it.” She grabbed a handful of Fon’s black hair and turned his mouth up to hers. Fon was squeezing and caressing her big breast as she looked up at Will and said, “Just offer Beretla a beer, and we’ll see how it goes...” I could see Fon’s erection through his gauzy skirt. “MMM...” TiJane purred as she squeezed Fon’s hard little buns, “Talk to Beretla awhile, Will - she actually speaks Terran quite well.” The big bar owner rose, carrying the tiny Banrig in her arms, and made her way to the stairs. Will was left standing at the bar, his hand still held tight in Beretla’s hand. With hardly another thought Will offered the huge woman one of the beers he’d poured. She cocked her head at him and smiled, then took her hand away from Tev’s ass, and he slid down from her shoulder. She said something to him in Banrig, and he shot Will a less than friendly look before joining some other alien men at a table. The two remaining Banrig men spoke to Beretla in their own language. The woman ignored the glass of beer in Will’s hand and wrapped her long fingers around the pitcher, lifting it and drinking deeply. ‘They find you puzzling, Will,” Beretla said as she guided him by the hand to a quiet couch at a table. They sat next to each other, and Beretla put her hand on Will’s thigh. He felt dwarfed next to the woman’s broad shoulders and deep chest. The men had sat down nearby, and a waitress came after with another pitcher. The human woman looked with curiosity at the big human guy sitting with the alien giant, but said nothing. Beretla reached out and put an arm around Will, and drew him to her. He was pulled against her soft bosom, his head barely reaching her shoulder. She handed him a beer, and drank from the pitcher again, her hand closing on his upper arm as she held him close. “Hey now, Beretla,” Will said, pushing a little against her arm, “let’s take a minute, here.” He squirmed in her grasp, but she just took his chin in one big hand and turned his face up to hers. Then she kissed him hard, her lips like velvet pillows. He writhed and mumbled, but she held him fast for more than a minute, until he felt his cock stir in response to her warm, soft lips. She reached over and put a hand under his shirt, and gently pressed her fingers into his pectorals. He reflexively reached and pulled her hand away, seemingly succeeding. The Banrig men muttered as they watched. Then he felt her hand moving back toward his chest, pushing his hand before it. He gripped her wrist and pushed, testing her strength. She paused for a moment and then continued, his efforts notwithstanding. She reached again into his shirt and, as he let go of her thick wrist, she cruelly squeezed his pectoral, her fingers digging into his flesh. “You should not be surprised, Will,” she said into his ear, as she released my chest, “You knew that you were being given to me by your TiJane, didn’t you?” She was now stroking his chest and squeezing his nipples, her lips still close to his face. “Given to you?” he said, his voice rising a little in surprise, “She said we should talk awhile...” He couldn’t, however, resist the nearness of her soft pink lips, and he stretched up and kissed them, his body moving against her. “Mmm, yes, talk,” she purred, and pulled her face away from his. “I want to understand human men, Will Pilot,” she said, sipping from the pitcher. “You confuse the anbeg, the men of my people, because you are as big as an anmor - a woman.” Her hands moved to his shoulders, and began to squeeze and knead his flesh. She seemed to make no real effort, but Will felt his shoulder being bruised. “Please Beretla, not so hard...” he said, trying for a joking tone. Her hand slid down to grip his thigh like a vice, kneading it like dough. She spoke loudly to the men as she squeezed and crushed Will’s leg. At last he gasped, and put a hand gently on hers, “Please, you’re hurting me. She looked into his eyes and squeezed a little harder. ‘Please,” he begged, “you’re too strong!” “You humans are all so soft. I told the anbeg to pay close attention as I prove that you are not at all like an anmor.” With that she snatched his two wrists in her hands, and effortlessly brought them together over his chest. She gathered him into her bosom, her two great arms surrounding him, and took his two wrists in one long hand, her fingers as immovable as iron rings. His back was crushed into her breasts, as her other hand snaked to his trousers. She felt his cock, half erect in his pants, and began to gently squeeze and stroke it, until it was hard. Will tried his strength against her single constraining hand, and he found that by wriggling and pulling he could get one hand free. Instantly the giant woman grabbed his free arm by the biceps and pulled him around, again planting her lips on his. She pulled him into her embrace, and he felt himself relax against her. With a few deft movements she gathered him into her lap still kissing him, still holding one hand over his head. She spoke again to the alien men at some length, stroking his cock all the while. “I told them, my little Will, that you are now tareson, what we call the hard-and-soft. Your body is soft in my hands, and your male member is hard for me. This proves that you are anbeg - no woman would let her body be made soft.” Will was proud of his strength and he tried again to escape from her grasp, but only writhed against her hand. With that she stood up lifting him with no apparent effort into her arms. With a heave she threw him over her shoulder. She grunted a little as his 240 pounds came to rest. Then she was walking easily toward the stairs. Will decided that he would not resist, and he felt his cock rubbing against her shoulder as he was carried up away from the noise. At the top of the stairs she opened a door and entered a hall. Carrying the spacer down the hall, she entered a room. It was dimly lit and full of a heady perfume. Her hands gripped his butt, squeezing the glutes as she carried him. He ran his dangling hands over her big, round ass. He felt the hard flesh flex as she walked and tried to squeeze her, but he felt like he was trying to compress hard rubber. Will was beginning to get dizzy as blood filled his head, when Beretla stopped. Suddenly he was flung like a rag-doll from her 7’6" height onto a thick pile of cushions. He looked up at the beautiful alien as he tried to catch his breath. She fell to her knees, planting them on either side of his hips. She cupped his chin in one hand and stroked his cheek. “You are quite attractive, Will Pilot,” she ran her fingers over his lips, “I have wanted to play with a human male for months.” She gathered the tough hemp-cloth of his shirt in both hands and with a wrench tore it away from his chest. He yelled and raised up, but she shoved him jarringly back to the pillows. Pinning one hand above his head she skillfully unbuckled his trousers, and pulled them away, leaving his half-erect cock twitching before her. He instinctively covered himself, trying to curl into a fetal position, but restrained by her hands. She spread his body to its full length, with him offering only a little resistance. With one hand behind his back she lifted him, putting the other on his chest. He saw the sinews in her big shoulders ripple and bunch through her clothes as she stroked and kneaded him, and he gasped as her steely fingers bruised his pectorals and abs. He grasped her upper arms and pulled himself up, flexing his reasonably developed torso. Beretla’s hands squeezed harder, and his muscles dissolved in her grip. He gasped again and squeezed her arms hard. They were very thick, and Will felt a layer of soft flesh. But the muscle underneath was huge, her triceps like stone. He couldn’t get a thumb over her biceps from his grip on the back of her arm, and his hard grip made no dent in the iron strength of her flesh. “Mmm...,” the huge alien murmured, “you’re so big!” She again spanned his chest with her hand, thumb on one nipple and pinky on the other. “Our men are hard and small, but you’re so big and soft. I tried to love another human man,” she said, as she began to massage his shoulders and arms. “He was the size of one of our men, but his little muscles were like water in my hands, and I was afraid I would kill him.” She squeezed and kneaded his beefy arms like dough. He tried to flex in her hands, but that only brought pain as she crush his hardened muscle effortlessly. ‘You seem to have some substance to you - harden your arms for me, if you still can,” she commanded. He flexed an arm under her hand and she petted it gently, then crushed it again. “I think that your arms will not snap like twigs, my sweet little man.” Will did feel as though his arms were in a wringer, his manly biceps crushed soft in Beretla’s irresistible grip. Now he was pushed back down onto the mattress, his arms pinned at the biceps. She held him like that a minute, kissing him sweetly and letting her upper body rest on him, compressing his chest with her bulk alone. Then the alien anmor sat up. Still straddling his waist. “Undress me now, little one,” she commanded. Will lay there naked except for the scraps of his shirt, looking up at the giant woman. He was dazed, his head whirling with lust. Suddenly Beretla’s huge hand was on his arm, and he was pulled from between her legs and hauled up to his hands and knees. Her crushing grip on his biceps was painful and he tried to pry her fingers loose. Her big hand might as well have been cast in steel. He grabbed a finger and tried to pry it loose, but couldn’t budge even that. He was on his knees, and so was she. Her greater height still towered over him, and now she brought her face down to his. “Listen, Will Pilot,” she growled, “Among our people when an anmor takes an anbeg to the pillows. He is her toy and her servant. He knows that he is soft and helpless in her hands, and the only chance to please her is to obey, and let his little bit of hardness be hers. His desire makes him want to please her in every way.” She took the wrist of his right arm, as he tried futilely to free his crushed arm, and pulled his arm out straight from his side. “You are the little one here, my human.,” she was pulling on his two arms, stretching his shoulders. “You have made love to soft human women, but now you are too soft and weak to resist Beretla in any way.” She was pulling hard now, and he tried to resist, pulling as hard as he could against her. The alien woman looked down at her new lover. As he pulled, his body rippled with thick muscles, much thicker than any Banrig male. For a human he seemed very strong. She could feel him pulling against her, and that impressed her, knowing that his earth upbringing left him mushy compared to any Banrig. But Beretla was among the largest and strongest of her people, and her Will really had no chance of escaping or even really challenging her. Now she would make him understand what it was to be tareson, her subservient toy. Will felt her arms give a little as he pulled against her. Then her arms swelled a little and he felt his own arms pulled tight. His efforts to resist were ignored, and she pulled him toward her, pressing his shoulders into her huge breasts. Her round, soft bosom was as wide as his shoulders, and his chin rested in her cleavage. “You are my toy, Will, the servant of my body,” she twisted his wrist one way and his upper arm the other, he felt like he was being wrung out, and used his little remaining muscle power to hold himself together. His shoulders created and he cried out, “Please Beretla, please don’t hurt me...” She eased the pressure and turned her head down to his face. Her big, soft mouth covered his, her lips plush and warm, engulfing his completely. He responded hungrily, his tongue running over hers. Then he yelled in her face as his arms were twisted again, back the other way. He stopped struggling, his arms helpless and numbing. “See, little Will, your body is a toy in my hands, mine to command.” Beretla said, her lips still brushing his. She rubbed him against her soft chest, straining his shoulders gently. She kissed his face, her wide red mouth warm and soft, her arms still kneading his exhausted arms. Even so, Will felt his cock hard as bone, poking her in the belly. “There, Will, now you are tareson - your muscles are sweet and soft, and your men’s piece is hard and hot. That’s the mix that makes an anmor happy and gentle.” Suddenly she released him and caught him up in her arms. He was lifted from his knees as he was drawn past her silk-clad breasts to her mouth. She held him against her with one hand; he weighed little to her unearthly strength - and held his head with the other. She kissed him hard, driving her tongue into his mouth. He reached around her and squeezed, feeling the firm softness of her clothed bosom. His arms barely seemed to reach around her huge shoulders, but he was trapped firmly against her chest by her big arms. She set him down on his knees again. ‘Now, little one,” she said, “undress me.” Will wasted no time. He got to his feet quickly and stretched, finding his arms stiff but undamaged. He examined her clothing. She wore a thick, tooled leather belt to hold her skirt, and he unbuckled it and unwrapped her thick skirt, laying it carefully aside. As he stood before her, her head was almost level with his even though she was on her knees. He resisted the urge to plaster himself against her wide, shapely body and walked behind her to unfasten her body suit. It unsnapped at the neck and down the back. He peeled the skintight garment from her shoulders and began to slide it down her arms. As he did, he squeezed her huge biceps, his two hands not meeting around their girth. Even with her arms at rest he could barely make a dent in her flesh. She felt him squeezing and gave a low chuckle, then flexed her arm, pushing up her biceps. Will’s head spun as he felt her magnificent muscles ripple and expand. Her arm was thicker than his hand could span, and squeezing it was like trying to compress a stone in his hand. As he removed her garment he felt her forearm, as thick as his own flexed biceps, and finally her big hands. As he finished the second sleeve she pulled the top away and threw it aside. Then she stood and turned to face him. At her full height of 7’6" she towered over the 6’4" man. Will felt his knees go weak, and he threw himself at her. He threw his arms around her high shoulders and nuzzled her chest. Her breasts were amazing, sitting high and round on her muscular chest. Will took one big nipple in his mouth and began to suck. Her nipple nearly filled his mouth, and the big alien started to make a low rumbling sound. He was unsure whether this signified pleasure or anger, and he drew back to look up at her. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted, her pointed tongue touching her lips. She opened her eyes and gazed down at him. “Don’t stop, little one, we’re just starting.” So he began again to lick and suck her huge, firm breasts. He squeezed and pressed, her tit amazingly solid. His hand seemed tiny on the big globe, and he took it in both hands. It had noticeable weight as he lifted and kneaded it, then went to the other and started again. She ran her hands over his body, stroking and squeezing. Beretla put her hands on either side of his chest and held him away from her again. With some visible effort she lifted him from the floor and held him before her under the arms. He could see her football-sized biceps swell, and the tendons and muscles of her forearms come into relief. “You’re a handful, little one,” she said, “but I’m, as you humans say, too much woman for you. Listen to me, Will,” she said holding him in the air, “I think that you are like some of the anbeg. You grow big, and you live with men. You think that you are strong, because you are the strongest man you know. But now you’re in the arms of a Banrig woman, and that changes everything.” With an amazing show of strength she threw him backward to land again on the pillows. His arms and shoulders felt like jelly, the marks of Beretla’s iron fingers already visible. She stood before him and flexed her muscles. Her breasts rose as her chest expanded mightily, her waist seeming tiny. She squatted and flexed her legs, and her thighs swelled amazingly. “No human man or anbeg can be my equal, little Will. Your earth-grown muscles are nothing compared to mine, puny and soft as butter.” He felt tiny indeed as she stood over him. He looked at her thighs, thick, round and nearly as big around as his waist. He raised himself on his weakened arms and ran a hand up her long leg. It was hard as stone and smooth as silk, and he was unable to stop himself from wrapping his arms around her thigh and beginning to kiss and lick it. Beretla growled again, and her pelvis rocked back and forth above him, her thighs flexing under his lips. He worked his way up her thigh until he was upright on his knees. With her towering height, that put his lips just at her belly. He kissed and licked her solid, slightly padded middle, and put his arms around her huge hips. His armspan barely allowed him to touch her hard, muscular butt, and he leaned his whole weight against her. His chest pushed against the thick red and blond thatch of her loins. He felt her velvety belly under his cheek, and his eager mouth kissed and licked her hard flesh. Now the amazon alien was obviously purring a deep thrumming present in her body. Beretla was pleased with her human anbeg. She had shown him how weak he was, just as she might any new lover, and now he was on his knees worshipping her belly. Many human men, she knew, would have fought until she had to stop them, but Will seemed entranced by her body, as any sensible man would be. She felt the familiar excitement of the conquest in her loins, felt the tight clamp of her vagina soften and open... now she was sonestar - hard and soft. She took Will’s hair in one hand and pushed his face down into her loins. His warm hands ran along her legs as his sweet mouth found her slit. Will felt his whole mind turn toward this miraculous body. He was convinced of his physical inferiority, his helplessness before her stature and muscle. Now he simply wanted to please, to make certain that he only pleasure from those huge hands. He slipped his tongue between the lips of Beretla’s womanhood. He was gratified to find her wet and warm in his mouth, and he set to work on her clitoris. It was very big, almost like the tip of a finger, but her pussy seemed surprisingly small, and very tight. Beretla’s hand pushed his head into her thatch of hair, and he licked soft and hard. Beretla stepped forward, holding the man’s head firmly against her. She slowly bent him back as she sank to her knees. Will managed to straighten out as she flattened him to the floor, his head buried between her thighs. The sexual response of Banrig women required long and sustained foreplay. The structure of their pelvis allowed the vagina to close as tightly as a fist. In order to relax the Banrig woman, the men must use extended stimulation, usually oral. The idea of a male forcing himself onto an unready female simply was not possible. Now Beretla settled in on Will’s face. Her thighs acted like steel springs, holding her full weight away from her sizeable lover. He had his hands wrapped around her thighs, but she could feel his arms tremble as his crushed muscles strained. His tongue was busy and accurate as he teased and sucked. Soon the big woman began to come. She felt the power of her body, the fire sweeping through her, and her muscles flexed and rippled. For the next quarter of an hour she climaxed and subsided and peaked again. Every wave made her body swell, her muscle-tone thicken and harden. At last she felt Will’s tongue slow, his struggles stop. With a quiet roar she raised herself off of his face. She flopped down next to him on the pillows. He lay motionless, except for the pumping of his gasping lungs. His cock was soft, and she reached for it, beginning to squeeze and massage his meat. Will had sucked and licked in the dark, feeling her tree-trunk legs grow thicker and harder until he could no longer catch his breath. His head spun and he felt his awareness begin to fade... The feel of his cock being pumped and stroked pulled him back to awareness. His eyes focused on the Banrig’s big, beautiful face, and her lips came down onto his, her velvet tongue parting his mouth. He tried to wrap his arms around her neck, but he found that his hands were pinned above his head. As his awareness sharpened he realized that Beretla had both his wrists trapped in her left hand, while she worked his phallus with her right. Her mouth held his head pressed to the cushions, and he found it hard to catch his breath. Will’s cock was now hard in the grip of her huge hand. His hips thrust into her fist as he lay helpless, his arms pinned above his head. Beretla pulled her lips from his, and paused in her stroking. “Little Will, you are so sweet,” she purred. “Should I make you come now?” Her skilled hands pumped him a couple of times. “Some men are used up by a single coming, but I think that I could make you come over and over.” She left off squeezing his member, and ran her hand up over his chest. She kneaded his flesh roughly, then took one pec and squeezed it like Will would have squeezed a woman’s little tit. She lay down and, still holding his trapped hands, took his tit in her mouth. She sucked hard, and Will felt his pectoral muscle pulled into her hot mouth. Her big tongue lapped his nipple and his cock danced above his belly. He moaned and writhed as her mouth bruised him, first one tit and then the other. Then she climbed onto him and poised her pussy over his member. She released his wrists and rose over him on her knees, over six foot tall in that position. She put her arms behind her head and flexed her huge muscles, giving another inhuman roar. She tilted her pelvis toward him, and he could see the lips of her pussy - not quite a human woman’s organ -opening and closing like a mouth. He arched his body to strain his cock toward her wetness but her long thighs held her too far above him. But she reached down and held his dick up straight. Her pussy yawned open, and she sat herself down, engulfing his 7" dick in one motion. Will felt his cock being massaged strongly by the alien’s womanhood. She began to move on him, lifting herself on her thighs., bouncing only a fraction of her stony weight onto him, just enough to slam him to the pillows over and over. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and met her hips with his own, as her pussy milked him. Her eyes were closed, her tongue against her upper lip, her hands were on her own breasts, pinching her nipples. Will could reach as far as her belly, her round breasts out of reach. She opened her eyes and saw him reaching toward her. She bent slowly forward, still slamming him hard into the cushions, and rested her elbows on either side of his head, her bosom engulfing his face. She slammed herself down on him, motionless on his hips, her powerful internal muscles gripping and releasing in rhythm. He felt almost like his erection was bending in her, but the pleasure was intense. He fastened his mouth on her nipple and felt his orgasm arrive like a speeding train. He gripped Beretla’s stony arms as pressed himself deeper up into her as her pussy milked every drop of his come. AS the last waves of pleasure left him he collapsed onto the pillows, limp and spent, his lips still fastened to the alien amazon’s breast. He ran his hands over her full, hard arms, still wondering at their density and size. He felt a stirring of lust, but his cock lay flaccid and helpless in Beretla’s mighty pussy, which still convulsed, milking his soft meat. She kissed him hard, and now his bruised mouth smarted under her lips. Her thick chest crushed his soft torso and he gasped and moaned. Her deep, musical voice purred, “Very nice, my soft one.” She gathered his chest against hers, and he felt her pussy clench and release, stroking his soft member. Her hot hands caressed his shoulders and neck, kneading his flesh as she kissed him, bending low. All the while she held her hips pressed tight to his with her iron thighs. Will moaned a little, confused between lust and exhaustion. He had just spent himself in this beautiful giant, and if he could have he would have rested. He squirmed in Beretla’s grip, grasping her arms, now somewhat relaxed. He could grip the thick muscles enough to hang on to them, their flesh still thick and dense. In a moment of confusion he tried hard to free himself from the bands of firm flesh, the huge mass of breast and back that held him. Beretla simply gathered him tighter into her arms and murmured softly. She kept him clamped in her pussy and rubbed her soft breasts against him. He felt her biceps swell a little as she lifted him against her. She ignored his weakling struggles and kissed and stroked him. In a surprisingly short time Will felt himself hardening in her. He felt like a ragdoll as she pulled him against her and began to move on him again. Her pussy drew his cock slowly to its full length, and for the next hour Beretla rode her limp human toy to orgasm after orgasm. The next day TiJane opened the All-Worlds Club a little late. She had enjoyed and amazingly long night making love to the tiny anbeg, Fon. His agility and willingness to please were a delight, and his hard little body had been able to take her loving better than many human men, even as he dissolved to softness in her arms. Still, she had left him exhausted and trembling as she went off to her work. As she entered the dark bar, she was surprised to see a couple seated in one of the big couches. As she drew nearer she saw that it was her friend Beretla and Will Aguilar, her old lover. Both were naked and tangle-haired, Will sitting in the giant alien’s lap. She held him close in her arms, stroking his hair and body, and his mouth was fixed on Beretla’s nipple until he saw TiJane, and looked up with a smoky smile. His hands caressed and squeezed the anmor’s big arms. His naked body, always pretty impressive even to the powerful bar owner, seemed slender and soft next to the alien woman’s mighty frame. “Ah...” TiJane thought, “It looks as though Will has met a woman who can truly give him what he needs.”