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“Why don’t you switch to first position?” Xindra suggested.

  Quinn’s loins felt hot and heavy, and he couldn’t take his eyes off the models as they rearranged themselves. This was exactly how he wanted his wife later—the same way she’d taken him their first time.

  “As you can see,” Xindra said, “the Allurian first position puts the woman on top facing the man. She can ride him at her own pace, or he can thrust up using his legs.”

  The two weren’t wasting any time. Bracing herself on the table, Deina bounced up and down with serious vigor. Clearly pushed to the edge of his control, Huv was more or less lunging into her with all of his might. They both started moaning, and the thick musk of sex filled the room. Deina caressed her breasts while her partner strummed her clit.

  “Again,” she announced happily. “I’m coming again. Please, now, now!”

  Her body seemed to curl in on itself as if her womb had imploded. Quinn had to shift his stance to make more room in his pants, and he had no doubt the whole male student body was in a similar condition. Huv’s groan seemed to set off a hum deep in the seat of Quinn’s testicles as the man gave one final upward plunge and went rigid.

  Xindra’s voice sounded remarkably calm. “As you can see onscreen, Huv is now ejaculating inside her vagina. You can see the pulses of seminal fluid and sperm spurting out of his urethra now.”

  Sure enough, there it was. Quinn was leaking a bit himself.

  “Unlike the semen of some races,” she added, “Allurian ejaculate is blue.”

  With a final shudder, Huv pulled out so they could see the thin coating on his softening shaft and the insides of Deina’s thighs. The man cushioned his head against her breast and gasped for breath.

  It was time to wrap this class up. When Quinn finally tore his gaze away, he caught sight of movement near the door. Mera gave him a small wave hello and stepped back, indicating she’d wait until they were done. She had her own key pass to the gym, so there was no need to wonder how she’d gotten in.

  “There you have it,” Quinn concluded. “Intercourse between an Allurian male and a New Earthling female. Any questions?”

  A few people shook their heads, but Spri spoke up. “How often do they do this?”

  “It depends on the couple,” Xindra answered. “Some may indulge a few times a week, while others might couple several times a day. The degree of desire depends on a large number of variables, including opportunity, stress factors, hormones, and much more.”

  “Anybody else?”

  That was it. After what seemed like an eternity, the class slowly began to file out. A couple of people noticed Mera standing there and exchanged a few words with her, but Quinn couldn’t hear what they said. Meanwhile, he and Xindra went to check on their models, who needed a few extra minutes to recover before they pulled on their robes.

  “Was everything all right?” They were obviously better than all right, but Quinn asked to be polite.

  “That was fun,” Huv answered with enthusiasm. “I haven’t come that hard in ages, and the audience sort of added an extra kick.”

  Deina heartily agreed. “You’re a good partner.”

  That made the Allurian man smile, and they both headed off to get dressed.

  Mera finally broke free of the doorway and came over. “Hey, guys. Interesting group you have here. How did the first class go?”

  “Really well.” Xindra looked at him excitedly. “I think we should definitely go in for the whole package next week: scanning, touching, sex—the works.”

  Quinn had already decided that himself. Although he enjoyed his job as a personal trainer, he’d never looked forward to work like this before. He couldn’t wait until next week.

  Mera broke into his lascivious thoughts. “I’m glad it went well. Actually, I wanted to talk to you regarding the week after next. The first part will sound like bad news, but it’s really not.”

  “What is it?” Xindra asked. “What’s the first part?”

  “I can’t model for you.” Mera held up a hand before they could interrupt. “I landed some extra night work for a few weeks, and there was no way I could turn it down. Don’t worry, though. I can still model for the class after that, and I talked some friends into filling in for me the week after next. They’re a really nice Oquaran couple—been married for nearly twenty-seven years. I told them all about the class, and they have no problem having full sexual relations in front of everybody. They actually miss being able to have public sex like we do back home. They’ll be perfect for you, and then I’ll have an extra week to find a partner for the class after that. Okay?”

  Quinn exchanged a questioning glance with his wife and caught her nod. “That’s fine. So far we’ve listed everything as TBA with only a week’s advanced notice. We want to keep the schedule loose enough so that we can convince more of the students to participate as models and accommodate anyone who might want to back out.”

  “You explained everything, right?” Xindra verified. “Your friends are okay with being touched by men and women?”

  Mera nodded. “I gave them full disclosure, and that’s what they’ll give you too. I just hope you aren’t disappointed. Oquarans don’t put on quite as big a show as what you saw here tonight.”

  Xindra waved that aside. “This is educational, remember? We’re just happy for your help.”

  Her friend smiled and gave them each a parting hug.

  It took another ten minutes before everyone cleared out completely and they were left alone together. Quinn was still partially erect, so the vacancy felt like a blessing. When Xindra turned to him, he saw the same lusty gleam in her eye.

  “I feel like celebrating,” she announced in a sultry voice.

  He knew his smile held wicked promise. “What do you want to do?”

  She tapped her chin as if she had to think about it. “Let’s see. I’ve always wanted to sneak into the boys’ locker room. Maybe I could go molest some unsuspecting fellow in there.”

  “Pervert.” He let her catch his hand to lead him away.

  All Quinn could do was follow helplessly and try not to trip over his newly pounding erection.

  Chapter Six

  Water Sports and Other Activities

  When it came to fellatio, Xindra knew she wasn’t a connoisseur like some women. In fact, she used to consider the act more as a favor than any kind of pleasant exchange. But that was before she’d tried it on Quinn.

  His pleasure, his love, the sounds he made in the back of his throat—they all combined to heat her blood as she explored his textures with her lips and tongue. There was so much to play with too: softness and hardness, strength and weakness, submission and dominance. Kneeling at his feet, she took him beneath the pounding water of the shower and drank the rivulets that trickled down his body. She was so very thirsty. Every now and then, she broke away to chase a water droplet that caught her eye, but she always returned to the main course.

  When she lollipopped him thoroughly, he released a rough groan, and the steamy air made the noise as thick and meaty as his penis. His cum was already trickling, and she tested the bouquet against her palate like a fine wine. Honestly, though, she was more of a swilling kind of gal, so she took him deeper.

  “That’s it baby.” He hissed in rapture.

  His hands fisted in her hair, and she had a brief lick of pain before he loosened his hold and massaged her scalp.

  “A little more.” He began thrusting lightly.

  Prepared to finish him this way, Xindra breathed slowly and carefully even as her eyes watered. Before she could relax her throat, he abruptly pulled out.

  “Not like this,” he growled. “I want inside you.”

  Quinn pulled her to her feet and kissed her savagely. When he tried to pin her against the tiled wall, she used his slippery hold against him. She had other ideas.

  “Not so fast.” Sliding out of his grasp, she spanked his tight behind.

  His eyes flared wide.

  She took
him in an unbreakable grip and led him by his favorite body part. “I’ve got plans for you.”

  There was a bench seat no more than fifteen feet away. Forcing him down on it, she shoved him onto his back with a domineering push. His breath rushed through his parted lips as he looked up at her. Although she knew he could have resisted her—muscled her into whatever position he wanted—he gave himself over to her. The gift of that and the trust behind it made love swell harder in her chest.

  “You don’t know what you do to me, Quinn.”

  His gaze turned tender.

  Xindra spread her full length over his and kissed him before he could respond. Once she’d done an expert job on his mouth, she pulled back and set her feet on the ground on either side of him. The height of the bench allowed her to straddle him standing. When she stood at full extension, her blooming sex hovered right above the tip of his cock.

  “Brace yourself.” Her tone was teasing as she clasped his erection and held it in place while her nether mouth slowly devoured him.

  They both moaned in pleasure. It took a few slides up and down to fully encompass him, but then she had him locked in to the root. Quinn bent his legs, which caused her hips to cant so that he stirred inside her. Although she’d never been much of a talker during sex, she decided to use her husband’s strategy against him.

  “Are you a strong, virile male?” she asked.

  In answer, he ground his hips up. “You can feel that I am.”

  “Do you want to be put out to stud? Will you perform well?”

  His eyes ignited with desire as he realized what she was doing. She felt his hands slide up the length of her legs to cup her hips.

  “Like a thoroughbred,” he said. “But I’m mated for life. There’s only one female I want.”

  “Lucky girl. You seem pretty excited. I can tell you’re a good mount. Maybe I should take you for a nice hard ride and get you all hot and lathered. Would you like that, boy?”

  “Please.” He flexed his hips again.

  “Say it.”

  “Ride me hard, mistress,” he said. “Break me in.”

  She was more than ready. Pushing up on her feet, Xindra stretched until his cock almost popped out of her and then plummeted down so that her moist flesh slapped against his pelvis. Then she settled into a nice hard canter as she started to ride. Her stance made her feel powerful while his penetration reminded her of her vulnerability. When he started to snap his hips to dig in deeper, his leg hair chafed lightly against the insides of her thighs.

  Smacking the side of his rump, she picked up her pace. “Faster, boy. Give me everything you’ve got.”

  Her insides wound tighter at her own words, and her eyes rolled back in her head as he started to buck like a wild animal beneath her. They headed into a full gallop. Her thigh muscles burned with glorious heat as she used them to pump herself up and down. She could tell by her husband’s faltering rhythm that he was nearly there, and her sex clenched around his cock in expectation.

  “That’s it, you beautiful beast. Almost to the finish line. Almost, almost…” She keened.

  His nostrils flared, and his lips peeled back from his teeth as he bellowed. Quinn bucked so hard he would have thrown her off if she hadn’t had her feet beneath her. Xindra had a moment to feel the heat of his release inside her before her own climax struck, blinding her with its intensity. From somewhere far away, she heard herself cry out as she rocked against him.

  Ages later, she looked down at the spent male beneath her. Languidly grinding herself down on him, she stroked his quivering thigh with her hand.

  “Good boy,” she praised him. “That was magnificent.”

  He jerked with one more after-spasm and finally went limp. Xindra would give him a few minutes before she took him back to the shower for a nice rub-down.

  * * * *

  Quinn couldn’t wait for their second class. Although he didn’t know their students well yet, he already liked them and looked forward to teaching them again. The fact that he and Xindra were going to make love in front of everyone just revved him up more. He enjoyed the anticipation.

  Rather than sate himself with his wife, Quinn played games to help build the suspense. One night, he spent an hour massaging Xindra from head to toe before rolling over and going to sleep. Although he hadn’t seen her expression, he knew he’d left her scowling at him.

  She caught on fast, though. The following evening, she insisted on showering with him and took her sweet time running a slippery bar of soap all over his body. Just when she’d gotten his cock stiff enough to balance a soap bubble on the tip, she’d broken away and announced she had to wash her hair. The game was on.

  They continued to torture each other all the way up until the night before the class. Quinn made the last play as soon as they’d crawled into bed together. Stripping her of her delicate negligee, he spread her naked on her back so that he could see every inch of her body. He then bent to kiss her lips repeatedly, but didn’t move to cover her. With his fingertips, he traced her breasts and drew circles over her lower belly. A few times, he dipped lower to lightly pet her thatch of hair. That was all. Although they were flushed and panting, he refused to satisfy them.

  By the time they met with the class the next evening, he knew they were both nearly delirious with need. Quinn cleared his throat several times before he began. Wearing nothing but a robe, he gazed at their students.

  Most of the regulars, of course, were back, but Whitt had opted not to attend this one. No doubt the Allurian male already knew enough about his race’s females, and he obviously had no interest in New Earthling men. In his place, they’d let in a Flexian female named Benni. The woman gave off a vibe of vital, positive energy, and her turquoise eyes sparkled happily beneath her carrot-colored hair. He’d never seen creamy skin with so many freckles—all of them a different color of the rainbow. Having slept with more than a couple Flexians in his past, Quinn knew what her lithe body could do, but he didn’t feel even the faintest spark of temptation. His every thought and desire was centered on his wife, who stood next to him in a matching robe.

  “Evening, everybody.” He addressed the class. “Tonight Xindra and I will not only be your instructors, but also your models. We’ll be demonstrating intercourse between a New Earthling male and an Allurian female.”

  As planned, Xindra loosened the sash and dropped her robe first. The material caressed her skin like a lover as it slipped off her shoulders and down her arms. Quinn couldn’t help but run a possessive gaze over her body. He heard a short chuff of laughter and was surprised to discover it came from Zeo. The Nimanian male was sitting close to Pixie, but he exchanged a look of male understanding with Quinn. For once, Glynn didn’t look so serious, and Trett appeared distracted, but not by Xindra’s nudity.

  Quinn tried to stay focused. “Last week, we discussed New Earthling women. Allurian females have breasts that are equally susceptible to erotic stimulation. This is true no matter what the breast size, although individualism and other factors can affect the level of sensitivity.” He used the laser pointer to circle Xindra’s breast and nipple, the way his hands itched to do.

  “I’d hope the males here already know this,” his wife broke in, “but perhaps it’s worth pointing out. No matter what the race here on Trilanta, disparaging a woman’s breast size or overall shape is the equivalent of making fun of a man’s penis size or virility. If you’re not attracted to the package as a whole, then you shouldn’t sleep with her. There’s no excuse for hurting someone when they’re most vulnerable.”

  All the women in the group nodded in agreement.

  Quinn couldn’t help himself. “Don’t worry, honey. Rest assured I’m in love with the whole package.” Every inch of her.

  She winked at him, which had the other males grinning.

  Turning on the scanner, he indicated her insides displayed on the screen. “Externally, Allurian females are the same as New Earthlings, but we’ll get back to that in a mom
ent. It’s the internal structure of the vagina that makes this race unique.”

  Using a diagram to clarify, he pointed out the key areas. “Unlike some other races, Allurian females do not have a hymen or similar barrier. They don’t need one since the circular muscle at the mouth of the vagina closes extremely tightly, thus helping keep out infection. The sheath is also more elastic than that of the other races, although the muscles and erectile tissue inside ensure a man’s penis still has a tight fit. What this means is that the women are not easily hurt during sex, although they’re still vulnerable to bruising and other damage should a partner become too rough.

  “The inside walls of the Allurian vagina are striated and contain long pressure ridges spaced between erectile tissue. The surface of this tissue is loaded with sensitive nerve endings, making these deltas extremely sensitive to friction. For those of you who were here last week, you may remember the power bridges along the Allurian male’s shaft. When Allurians mate within their own race, those bridges provide counter-pressure inside the female and produce a sort of tongue-in-groove effect.”

  The students appeared fascinated.

  “If you look here,” Quinn continued, “you’ll also notice that there are several hard fingerling projections that jut out from some of the ridges. The biggest one emerges from a ring deep near the mouth of her womb. The theory is that these projections, which you’ll note are angled slightly inwards, evolved to help hold the penis inside until copulation is complete. The inner ring captures the glans close to the womb, increasing the odds of conception.”

  Quinn didn’t know why, but all this scientific talk started to feel like foreplay—like he was engaged in some kind of role playing game with Xindra. There she was, his to stare at inside and out, and it was turning him on. Did naturalists experience this? Did they ever get hot following animals around, watching them mount and mate? He swallowed hard and shifted his weight.

  “The downside of this is that a man who hasn’t been with an Allurian female can experience discomfort or pain the first time.” He brought up an onscreen picture of several penises, circumcised and uncircumcised. “Only New Earthlings, Flexians, Multans, and Allurians have a full foreskin. The rest of the races have a partial or non-existent prepuce.