Aranea/Jake futabullshit

“Jake, there is another reason I thought a flushed romance between us wouldn’t work.” English, who has already stripped down to his boxers, doesn’t bother getting up from his bed. After a bit of prodding, he had managed to convince Aranea to at least try out a little roll in the hay before they left his dream. The alien girl hadn’t taken off any of her clothes though, nervously toying with the edges of her dress and curiously avoiding eye contact.

“Oh well gosh Aranea, I’m sure it’ll be fine!” She took a deep breath before raising the hem of her dress and exposing herself to Jake. With her dick still flaccid, she filled her panties comfortably, a bulge small but noticeably pressing against the fabric. Swallowing nervously, the rowdy adventurer got up from the bed before squatting before the teenaged girl. With one hand holding onto her hip, he used his other to reach forward and place it atop the lump.

“Jake…” Sighing out his name, she thrust into his palm, feeling herself grow hard. With her member pressing even harder against his hand, Jake pulled back, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties before she could complain. With a quick yank, he freed her dick, watching as the still hardening member bounced in front of his face. Sliding his hands back to her hips, he tugs her close to him, letting his tongue swipe across the bulbous head of her cock. He can feel her shudder above him and when he takes her into his mouth completely; her hands slam on his shoulders, forcing him to swallow more of her. She whines deep in her throat, jerking into the warmth of Jake’s mouth as he struggles to come up for air. When he accidently drags his teeth across the delicate skin, Aranea finally manages to let out a low moan, still holding tight onto Jake’s shoulders.

She catches her breath, tugging on her lover to bring him from his knees; “Sorry, Jake, it’s 8een a 8it of time since someone has so graced me with their mouth.” The short haired girl even looks genuinely apologetic as she leans against him, wrapping her arms around his body and grinding her hardness against his through the thin fabric of his boxers. He squirms against her before struggling to help her remove her dress and pulling down his underwear. Cupping her face softly, Jake brings Aranea into a gentle kiss, groaning as she sunk her fangs into the supple flesh. It’s not long before she’s the one moaning into the kiss, feeling his free hand grip both of their dicks at once, bringing them close together and slowly stroking. When his hand trails from her cheek down to her right breast, squeezing and clawing her flesh she unintentionally bucks into his hand, shutting her eyes when she rubs against his rough palm. She whines again, tossing her head back when he grips her harder and wheezing as he plants kisses along her jaw. He speeds up, grip alternating between snug and slack while he continues to fondle her breast, toying with her nipple until the peak hardens. When she begins to thrust out of control, he drags both hands away stopping right on the edge of orgasm for both teens.

She groans, looking at Jake with longing as he runs a hand through his sweaty hair, “Jake, please I can’t w8 much longer.” Her voice wavers and when Jake eyes her he can see her entire body is trembling; she’s flushed dark blue from her cheeks down to her chest, the same cobalt colour that’s dripping from her cock like blueberry syrup. He nods, grabbing her by the hand and leading her to his bed, pushing her down so she’s out of the way when he rummages for lotion. Squirting a generous amount onto his first two fingers, he smears the make-shift lubricant around before reaching behind himself and working first his index finger into his ass followed by his middle with ease. Grunting and panting, incoherently babbling under his breath, Jake stretches himself almost effortlessly, spreading his fingers and scissoring himself wide enough to even hope to take Aranea’s girth. When he thinks he’s as prepared as he’s going to be, he pulls out with a slick popping noise before making his way back towards Aranea. He wipes his sticky fingers along her shaft, smearing his lotion and her blue cum along her length. With her sitting at the edge of the bed, Jake rises to straddle her waist facing her, dipping himself down onto her shaft in one slow thrust. Both of them moaned as one through two sets of clenched teeth, Aranea herself trembling to keep from thrusting wildly into Jake’s ass. Stretching himself over her entire cock, taking it up the hilt eagerly, Jake raked his nails down her back, leaning forward to bite into her shoulder. Aranea hissed again, grabbing Jake by the hips to force him into rocking on top of her. He leaned in to bury his face into her neck, panting as he picked up speed and rode the alien enthusiastically. Fumbling, Aranea clumsily gripped his dick between them, stroking it while still trying to keep Jake rocking. It wasn’t much longer until she felt Jake quivering in her lap, his body tensing and relaxing rapidly and his nails burrowing into her back.

“Oh gee, Aranea I think-” English's voice cuts off as Aranea rumbled deep in her chest in silent response, speeding up to thrust as far into Jake's entrance as she could manage. He gasped in anticipation at the raw pressure building up within him, his mouth left hanging open unable to speak just as he came across both their stomachs. Releasing his now softening prick and once again grabbing his waist, Aranea forcefully bounced the worn out lad on her dick, not even bothering to keep the rhythm anymore. Between Jake’s impossibly tight ass and his still mewling gasps in her ears, Aranea groaned, feeling herself titter right on the edge of arousal before, after plowing into Jake’s behind one last time with renewed urgency, she came, shaking against her lover. Cerulean liquid poured into Jake, more than enough to fill Jake and drizzle out, pooling in Aranea’s lap as a sticky mess. When the two finally caught their breath, they separated, Jake wincing at the liquid still trailing down his legs from his ass and Aranea wiping fruitlessly at the lukewarm semen saturating her from the stomach down.

“May8e I should try this again during another dream.”