Rick sat on the couch with Laura at his feet. She was leaning between his thighs occasionally licking his semi erect cock just to watch it twitch. Tracy walked up to and sat down next to them on the couch. She was still naked, her body pert and perfect, but she looked like she was ready to fall asleep on her feet. She snuggled up close to Rick.
"Why me?" she asked.
"Why you what?" Rick replied, puzzled.
"Why did you pick me to be your companion?" She asked " and... your fuck toy."
"I chose you." Laura looked up at the younger girl. "I saw what a cock tease you were to everyone, including your poor father."
Tracy looked puzzled. "My Father?"
"You and your mother would parade around him in your skimpy outfits, your little thong bikinis, lingerie. The poor man was hard all the time." Laura explained. "And your mother wanted to fuck anyone in town except him. And he couldn't touch you, although he wanted to on more than one occasion."
"How do you know all this?" Tracy asked, slightly aroused at the thought of her father lusting after her.
"He may have looked like a skinny little accountant on the outside. But I bet you didn't know that he had a big fat 9 inch cock in his pants." A wide-eyed Tracy shook her. "Well I did, he was happy to share it too after I caught him staring down my shirt one day.
"So that still doesn't answer why you chose me." Tracy offered.
"Well, you were the biggest cock tease I'd ever seen..." Laura answered grasping Rick's cock for effect. "...and what you did to your poor father. Well I thought it was about time you gave a little back."
"I was that bad?" Tracy asked, not taking her eyes of the large, thick cock in the older woman's hand.
"You were bad enough, and besides, you have a hot little body, I knew Rick liked you and your sweet little mouth would look great sucking on a big cock."
"I do?" Tracy asked, glowing. "Thank you." Smiling she turned to Rick.
"Um...I really love this new arrangement. I've never felt so horny and fulfilled at the same time. There's just one thing" She wants something Rick thought.
"It's just that Jon wants me to fuck that alien transsexual but she, I mean It scares the hell out of me." Tracy explained. "But he said that since I'm yours now, you can decide. Don't let him make me fuck that thing." She pleaded, a tear rolling down her pretty cheek. "Listen, I know I was a bitch, but this is all too much for me. I can't take it any more."
Rick reached down and lifted his heavy cock up to Laura's lips. It began to swell and grow as she started to suck on it. "Do whatever you want to do Tracy..."
The young blond stared at Rick's firm cock sliding in and out of his mother's mouth.
"Well...I don't want to...god she looks hot sucking on your cock...can I..." Tracy began to lean down towards his organ.
The silent alien woman glided up beside Tracy. Leaning down she gently took the young woman's chin in her hands. The blond started to shiver, her eyes wide with fear and lust.
The alien woman looked like a perfectly stunning example of the female human species. She was tall, with long dark hair worn like a mane down her back. She had dark eyes, a small nose and dark full lips. Her eyes set grabbed anyone watching with their hard silver blue color. She was dressed in a sleeveless bodysuit that accentuated every curve. She was obviously in top shape with her fine muscle tone showing through the dark outfit. Her broad shoulders tapered down to a slim body that only served to emphasize firm round breasts. They weren't huge, but against her frame they really showed off. Her slim waist formed into a set of slim hips and muscular thighs. Rick thought that there was no way this was anything but a red-blooded woman.
The woman leaned forward and gently licked Tracy's lips with her long tongue. The alien's dark hair splashed across Tracy's light skin as the taller woman began to lick and kiss her neck. One hand slipped around to gently fondle between Tracy's thighs, gently probing her pussy. Still Tracy couldn't stop staring at the strange woman.
"Oh god...it's sliding a finger into my pussy..." Tracy whimpered, tears running down her face. "God it feels good... " She described the sensation, beginning to squirm. "...It feels so good...I can't make her stop." She whispered, her hands reaching up to caressing her breasts. "Please make her stop..."
Rick was in no position to stop anything. He was fascinated by the control that the strange alien woman wielded so quickly over the young girl. In addition Laura was so turned on by the whole thing that she was sucking Rick's cock to full attention. He was enjoying this, he wasn't going to do a thing but sit back and enjoy.
Still probing the young girl's tight pussy, Sheila slipped the fingers of her other hand into her own pussy. The strange fabric of her outfit seemed to just give way to her fingers. After a few moments of deep breaths and soft moans she pulled her fingers up from her slit absolutely dripping with her juices. Reaching up she brought her wet fingers towards Tracy's quivering lips. The young girl tried to resist but the musky smell of the alien's fingers made it impossible. She let the fingers slip past her lips and after a couple of seconds began sucking on them. A look of rapture swept across her face.
Sheila drew Tracy's face close to her own. Sheila's eyes looked like those of a wild animal about to strike, pupils dilated made her eyes look black. Suddenly Sheila struck, kissing Tracy hard, forcing her long tongue between the struggling girl's lips. Tracy tried to scream, her arms flew up in surprise, her eyes wide with shock. She tried to call out but Sheila's mouth was clamped against hers, her tongue working between them. Rick watched as a vein in Sheila's neck suddenly flattened. It was as if she had injected some form of venom into the struggling girl. After a couple of seconds her struggles subsided, the only noise coming from her was a quiet whimpering. The fear left Tracy's eyes, as she seemed to drift off into a dream state, her eyes lost their focus and closed.
When they opened a few seconds later it was clear that she was no longer in control. Her eyes followed Sheila as she broke the kiss. Tracy appeared entranced by the motion of Sheila's hands she touched a small raised section on the neck of her slick, form-fitting outfit. The odd material that looked like a cross between vinyl and animal skin dissolved on the woman's skin leaving a slight glistening residue much like a skin oil.
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