"Soon," I moaned. "I can feel it coming on! Don't stop. Fuck me! Oh, yes! Now!" I screamed as I felt the contractions pulse through my lower quarters....Yes!" I cried, "Oh, yes! Fuck me! Oh, yes! Please!"I felt pressure on my right hand and looked over at my husband. His eyes were fixed on me, his hand gripping mine as my climax washed over me. My hips bucked against the pressure of Larry's driving cock. I just wanted to weep with the joy of the moment, my husband watching as my insides clamped. They were now mating furiously around the pair, both with fellow Krell and her reluctant colleagues, Webber and Sleethe now finding themselves at the center of a great alien orgy. She could almost taste it on the muggy air, the undeniable scent of sweat and fucking. She was beyond shame now, Sleethe was impossible to refuse, the very proposal itself a rumbling call that made her knees give out and her loins drip like a faucet. She had given herself to him the moment he had asked, hoping perhaps. Amber licked her tongue down Jordan's neck to her nipples, her navel and then flicked her clit lightly biting her red pubic hairs. Amber was really getting into licking her cunt when she felt two hands on her ass. With her face in Jordan's muff she arched her back, lifting her ass to the strangers touch. The boy fondled the perfect round ass he was led to. He put his cock at the edge of her pussy and pulled her ass toward him. This was one hellva party he thought.Amber was slurping up Jordan's. But what had my attention was the pearly white smile and lovely piercing blue eyes, hair hanging down her back but looking long from the way it moved. That and the tiny yellow bikini top matching her Mustang over her TIGHT jean shorts. I slowed my pace a little, taking in her lovely body behind my sunglasses. A nice trim waist below a healthy pair of tits and little lump of nipple, probably a decent C or small D with that bikini tucked under, containing but not necessarily covering. Or should.