I traced my fingers along her sides again, but this time, when I reached the sides of her breasts, I caressed them gently, rubbing and teasing her nip...le, circling them with my thumbs. She gasped into my mouth, and grinded against me harder, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I could almost feel her begging me to touch her. Finally, my thumbs rubbed over her nipples and she broke the kiss and moaned loudly. I had to bite her lip and pull her back to me so I could attempt to keep her. She would press her rump up against me, even grinding her backside over my seemingly permanent erection. I had no control over my cock. My penis, in its perpetual state of high arousal, leaked slippery gloop into my underwear, a phenomenon which also caused splotches of damp to appear on my jeans. She would also make quick and very frustrating excursions into the bathroom when I was in there. My aunt would kiss me and crank my dick for a minute or so; then leave me standing with the pressure. A competition focused around dominating some other creature faster and better than others? The Pellian species, a sort of squid-like race who take delight in engulfing or entering other solid bodies to control them, saw a huge potential in this sort of competition.This was nearly a century ago that these entrepreneurial cephalopods decided to make their own rodeo. But they wanted to do it in their own way--the beings that were to be dominated should be other sentient ones, like they so enjoyed. I pushed her on the bed and came on her. Caressing one breast, I sucked another nipple. At that time a phone came from my wife. She only took the phone and said, “Mom. When are you coming Mom?”My said that she would return within two days. Then she asked her what Daddy is doing. For that my newly wedded wife said, “Daddy is on the top!!!”Her mother: “What is he doing there?”My new wife: “He is drinking milk.”Her mother: “Call him, I want to talk to him.”My daughter shouted, “Daddy, Mom is on.