Xenophilia – Finale – Phoebe

This is part of a project to touch up and publish an older series of works I had done in the past, placing them on Literotica. There are quite a few parts, so they will seem repetitive as more are updated, and since they are not being completely revised, they will show their age. There will also be some questionable content, and due to said age, may not be presented in the most palatable manner, as much as I may have believed I did those years ago. Please keep this in mind.

 

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Phoebe had returned to her previous job at the security station, monitoring the activities of the colonists through the facility. It had been a bit… tenuous, coming back to this job. If nothing else, than because people looked at members of the CPA a little less favourably than the somewhat diminished views they had even before the invasion. Mostly because people saw the CPA as a bit… pompous or out of their league. But they did actual work in this place, not to mention the Marine Squad had fared no better than any of the CPA Officers that tried to fight back.

Though, it was a little bit of a moot point when no one was dead, everyone was back to their work, only now, they had the ‘invaders’ walking and helping alongside them. Along with more… ‘amorous’ activities. She’d seen more than her fair share of intimate encounters between the xenomorphs — as the name had been revealed to be — and various human colonists through her security cameras; she wasn’t sure what to think, knowing she was effectively a voyeur, spying on these sexual activities… though it was not entirely her fault; there were no cameras in the private quarters in the colony, and nor were there any in places like bath rooms and restrooms.

At least, not where people would be expected to be seen without clothes. That didn’t stop the aliens from dragging humans into maintenance or janitorial closets or any other unoccupied room for some ‘fun’. They often didn’t ask, but even then, they seemed to be selective; people who weren’t busy, didn’t have a place to be in a timely manner, or people they just sensed were bored. It had something to do with pheromones, apparently, but beyond that, she didn’t know much at all.

It didn’t matter. She still took her job seriously, but as much as Phoebe should’ve been jaded about the scenes she often witnessed, her own experiences meant she was always rather… flustered, when viewing a xenomorph pinning down some man and riding him until his face looks like it was going to compact in on itself in ecstasy, or a woman bent over and mounted to have eggs laid in her womb… the latter of which she was familiar with. Even the mere thought gave her a tingle in her loins. None of what should’ve been traumatic was… just distracting from her job. Of course, despite that, the majority of the time, she saw few things interesting through her security monitors… though it was still odd to see xenomorphs crawling through, into and out of ventilation ducts, especially now that they were all fully functioning again… and of course, since no one paid them any heed unless they were suddenly being dragged away… again, selectively.

Other aliens, they walked with humans as if equals, providing assistance to colonists for varying tasks and day-to-day jobs and seemingly just watching and learning with close interest. And even now, she was being watched herself, Phoebe fully aware of the xenomorph clinging to the ceiling above her… almost like it was lounging. She grumbled, and continued to flick through her monitors, waiting for any to automatically pickup what the system’s algorithms detected as ‘unusual behaviour’… which was how she often ended up observing an interspecies mating ritual. As she watched, one of her colleagues sauntered up beside her, carrying two cups of artificial coffee. He set one down next to her on her desk, and kept his own in hand, smiling as he watched the various goings-on the monitors revealed.

“So, anything interesting?” he asked.

“Besides a particular lack of shame or decency?” she retorted with dry sarcasm. “Nothing much. Not since that male we caught stealing medicine from the infirmary. How did you catch him again?”

“Well, all we had to do was confront him, fortunately; with this many people, we don’t actually have to worry about much violence; it’s a close community, and he sure doesn’t have anywhere to run. Our friends wouldn’t help him, so we don’t have to worry about troublemakers running off to them… they’ll just drag them straight back to us… after screwing them into oblivion, of course,” he remarked with a slight chuckle of amusement.

Phoebe just curled the corner of her lip slightly in a dry expression; the aliens did so love ‘punishing’ people by literally fucking them until they were exhausted… it was surprisingly effective, actually. It seemed such encounters were more than most people could manage, so despite the pleasure in it, it actually frightened some people. Herself included. But, the aliens were generally rather civilised, in their own way, despite their violent and forceful ‘introduction’.

“Well, as long as they don’t break them before we have them in custody; it’d be hard to keep this all a secret if we have to report people going insane,” she quipped. Her co-worker chuckled, and took a sip of his coffee.

“Oh well. Hopefully, whenever we are revealed… well, that we don’t have to worry about this place turning into a warzone… there’d be hundreds, thousands of people who’d happily sign up to live alongside these things… I know I would, knowing what they’re like now.”

His words weren’t entirely inaccurate; it was often brought up in administerial meetings and discussions among colonists, that eventually, the little ‘setup’ of cohabitation here would no longer be a secret, that it’d be revealed to humanity at large… so, the idea was to get people into positions of influence to send the right sort of people here, so when it did eventually happen, nobody would want a fight, and that things could remain peaceful. But he was perhaps a little optimistic… she didn’t think too much on it.

She knew now that this job at Victor’s Post would be a permanent station, and as prudish and flustered as she seemed at the various goings-on around the colony… she didn’t want to give up what she had here. She felt more alive than she had in a long time. She blushed a little, and then returned to her work, prompting her colleague to smirk, roll his eyes and walk away to his own station. Phoebe tapped in a small report onto her computer, when she suddenly felt a set of breasts come to rest on her head, heavy and supple, chitinous hands wrapping around her waist, and her own bust, gently gripping at her mounds, whilst the alien growled playfully.

Phoebe gasped softly and then shook her head, groaning as a bright red blush formed on her face.

“L-Look… I’m working right now,” she said. The alien chuckled, and gently eased the pressure it placed on the top of her head with its bust, but it didn’t let her go. Perhaps it knew that, though she was indeed working right now, she was soon going to be off work for a little while… more than enough time for them to perform whatever lecherous deed on the vulnerable security officer that they had in mind. She tried to keep focused, but the set of breasts on her head were distracting; she knew how delightful they were to touch and squeeze…

‘No, no Phoebe, you still have work to do,’ she thought, trying to keep her focus. Fortunately, the alien didn’t interfere any more than it already had, simply watching what she was doing — however the hell that worked without any eyes — and waited for her to be finished. Time moved slowly, the feeling of the xenomorph’s breasts atop of her head tugging at Phoebe’s thoughts. She knew the alien wanted something from her… or rather, wanted to do something to her, but what that was remained to be seen… more eggs weren’t unlikely. They were infertile now, but that didn’t stop them doing it anyways, for the simple pleasure of it. Laying eggs was one of the most intensely stimulating things they could do, and they took every chance they could get to fill a woman with their seed.

However, time passed, and soon, she had finished all of her duties. She had nothing to do for some time… or, she would have, had this xenomorph not decided to steal her for whatever lecherous purpose it had in mind. She got up, and turned to face the alien, her eyes invariably drawn to the set of heavy, hanging breasts attached to its chest; she bit her lower lip, unable to avoid drinking in the strangely erotic form of the xenomorph, feeling herself tingle in her nethers. She wanted this, but she wasn’t about to make it so obvious… the aliens enjoyed playing on that. It beckoned to her, and gestured for her to follow, and she nodded sheepishly, taking up position behind the xenomorph as it walked out of the security room. Phoebe remained, doing what last bits of paperwork needed to be done to show that she was off work, before following after the alien.

Trailing behind the exotic creature, she couldn’t help but let her eyes be drawn to the gentle swaying of the alien’s rump, so enticing and desirable, just barely jiggling with each step. It almost made her bump into a few other colonists and obstacles in the corridors, prompting her alien escort to click to get her attention, gesturing for Phoebe to keep her eyes up… if nothing else, than to make sure she didn’t have an accident before the fun could begin. They had no issues with being stared at, and they often flaunted their form so that people would… but at this moment, the alien wanted Phoebe alert and ready.

She soon realised she was being taken back to her room, where this alien clearly intended to do whatever it was it had in mind. She had her keycard out already when they came to her room, the alien gesturing for her to unlock her room. She nodded nervously and slid the card through the reader, opening the door… and immediately coming face to face with four other xenomorphs, all seemingly chatting to each other, before their attention was drawn to the now fearful and highly embarrassed security woman before them, smirking deviously. Phoebe wanted to back out, but her escort bumped her in, causing the woman to yelp as the door was shut behind her. Not long after that, she was crowded in by the aliens, all squeezing her between their bodies. Their breasts brushed against her face, and their hands immediately began wandering, exploring her body with lecherous intentions.

It didn’t take long for one of them to slip their chitinous digits beneath her clothing, slipping their fingers along her skin and touching her directly. She didn’t know which one it was, however… she couldn’t quite tell where any of them were, her senses overwhelmed thanks to her anxiety and her nervousness; they were all just a tangle of chitin and lecherous groping. Phoebe groaned as she tried to escape, for no real reason other than instinct; she wasn’t particularly scared of them, but she was more than a little overwhelmed… but she definitely wanted to see what was going to happen; they’d never once hurt her… only brought her the most intense of pleasures.

She looked around at them, their eyeless faces and the dizziness of the overwhelming sensations making them all look the same, especially when her vision was constantly being obscured by supple breasts, their erect nipples poking her in the cheeks and along her nose, cycling around her so they could each take turns to bury the woman’s face into their busts. She squirmed, feeling their tails scrape and slither against her body, slowly tugging down her clothing with all of their appendages. She was being stripped almost passively, Phoebe unable to tell where the stripping started and when the article of clothing was removed from her form.

Soon, she was completely naked amongst the gaggle of xenomorphs, all of them appearing to make immediate moves to rub themselves to her naked frame. She was squeezed between them, Phoebe groaning in response to the lecherous grazing of their bodies upon her own, sliding their breasts against and over her flesh, whilst gently squeezing her glutes, one even tracing a circle against her sphincter, another slipping a finger between her legs from the front to trace her slit, whilst a hand from two different aliens grasped at her breasts, rubbing her nipples and twisting them gently, fondling them in a circular manner.

It didn’t take long for Phoebe to grow wet, her body having grown extra sensitive to erotic touch since the first encounters with these creatures. But… she’d never been with more than one at a time, let alone five. Could she even survive five at once? Were they going to fuck her crazy? These questions and more raced through her head, but they all splintered along with what remained of her concentration when they started slowly running their tongues up her face. What they wanted to do with her would come after they thoroughly teased her… they so loved teasing people, making them submit to their pleasures. And they were fond of using their tongues to stimulate people too, the excessively long and incredibly dextrous muscles more than capable of bringing humans to climax on their own.

There was no way she could withstand an assault from five of these tentacular tongues at once. She flinched and groaned, feeling their slimy masses glide across her face, pressing firmly and leaving slick trails behind wherever they touched. She whined and groaned, shivering and flinching in stimulation, her body being attacked from all sides at once, feeling chitinous tails coil around her limbs like she was in a pit of tentacles. There was no escape from the pleasurable hell that she was about to endure… she didn’t particularly want to, but it was still frightening all the same.

They continued to lick and kiss at her body, until she felt one of them suddenly flick their tongue across one of her nipples, causing her to squeak loudly, tilting her head back… giving another a chance at her neck, latching onto her throat and suckling like some lecherous lamprey. She gasped in response, and whined constantly, shivering and struggling in their grip, but she was completely helpless. It wasn’t long before her body began to feel like it was on fire from stimulation, her skin prickling and her nerves alighting with pleasure. More whines left her lips, until she felt the aliens beginning to change positions… and not long after that, she felt them simultaneously attack five of her most sensitive spots at once; two latched onto her breasts, one suckling to a nipple each.

Another crouched down in front of her, kissing and lapping at her vulva, whilst the fourth did the same to her sphincter. And the fifth… that alien silenced her with a deep, disarming kiss. Its tongue snaked into her mouth, coiling around her own and thwarting any possibility of resistance, orally speaking. Elsewhere, the aliens alternated between sloppy kissing, suckling with their tongues wiggling to her sensitive spots, to slow, sensuous licking, pressing their muscles firmly to her nipples, her clit and vulva, and of course, her sphincter and rump cheeks. She squirmed in their grasp, but their numerous hands held her by many places, keeping her arms outstretched and her legs spread wide, leaving her completely open to their lecherous desires and administrations.

She cried out into the mouth of the alien that silenced her, twisting from one side to the other as they gently explored her with their free hands and the end lengths of their tails, not coiled around her body. It kept her in position so she could receive this onslaught. She spasmed and twitched, her eyes rolling back already, before she cried out loudly yet again, feeling the tongues of the aliens down below push into her nethers, the one crouching in front of her suckling her mouth to the woman’s vulva, plunging their tongue into her depths and wiggling it about, whilst the xenomorph kissing her proceeded to invade her throat, causing her to gag softly as the alien’s muscle explored about in her gullet, swirling about the flesh and tasting her.

She shivered and twitched in response. How could she endure this? She was already approaching her first orgasm, and it’d been only a minute or so. The constant licking, the endless kissing, the ceaseless suckling to her sensitive parts, it was causing electric zings to bounce all about in her mind. She could hardly tolerate any more. She wanted to cry out, to moan loudly into the air, to let her voice be heard, just to get some air… but that alien’s tongue was still buried in her gullet, still robbing her of oral freedom. She struggled against the violating kiss, and fought to escape the aliens’ grasp… there was no real reason to try though. It was just something that she did instinctively.

But again, every attempt to struggle free only seemed to excite the horny swarm, prompting them to more fervently lick and suckle to her nipples, her vulva and her anus. She could feel the tongues worming around in her anus and her pussy, the latter wiggling at her cervix now, the former pumping in and out. As for the aliens latched to her breasts, they seemed like they were ready to milk her, though unlike a few of her colleagues, Phoebe rarely lactated, despite the frequency she admittedly had sex with xenomorphs. But all the same, they managed to draw small trickles from her teats, gulping her fluids down eagerly, adding more stimulation to her body.

Her feet had left the ground at this point, leaving her completely unable to leverage herself. She was vulnerable to their touches, and she tried to endure the pleasure. Her hands waved about, trying to find purchase on anything, eventually tightly gripping a forearm and a shoulder of two different aliens, her body tensing up. She wasn’t going to last much longer, and the aliens knew it; they were assaulting her body, attacking her every weak point, seeking her orgasm. They knew she couldn’t resist them, and they wanted to hear her scream. The way things were going, it was unlikely that she’d be denying them for much longer.

The security analyst writhed in their grasp, whimpering and squeezing as their tongues teased her most sensitive spots; she could feel the tongue in her pussy tracing her folds, every nook and crevice, and pushing against her G-spot teasingly, rubbing against that ever so sensitive trigger and pulling away so as to not make her climax prematurely… they wanted her good and crazy before they let her go over the edge, though they certainly weren’t keeping her on the edge. She bucked and writhed, liquids pouring profusely from her sex, a sign of her fast approaching orgasm. Her eyes had once more rolled into the back of her head, her legs kicking uselessly, held down in the hands of some of the aliens, all gently caressing her thighs and lower legs, gently teasing her toes, kneading her rump.

Soon enough, the pleasure was too much for her, and she was spasming in their grasp, juices splashing out into the mouth of the alien firmly suckling to her vulva, prompting them all to attack her viciously, prolonging her climax. She continued to shudder vigorously, twitching and twisting one way and then another. She whipped about as she bucked her hips, splashing more juices against the face of the alien burying its head into her crotch. The alien to her rear vigorously shook its face between her cheeks, rubbing itself to her glutes and causing them to jiggle. Her hands released the aliens and balled into fists, whilst her toes curled repeatedly.

Eventually, this hellish pleasure came to an end, when she was bucking in a dry orgasm, shifting about in the elevated grasp of the aliens. They sensed this, and slowly pulled back. Their growls and hisses died down, and the hungry suckling to her breasts ceased. They released her teats with a wet pop, slick and erotic, their tongues teasingly trailing off her nipples. She felt the same thing down below, the lips of the two aliens to her pussy and her anus pulling away from her body, their tongues trailing out of her still tightly clenching orifices, causing her some lingering stimulation.

At the same time, she was being slowly lowered to the floor, her back pressing to the cold, rubber-matted ground, whereupon the alien kissing her finally released her lips, her tongue slowly trailing out of Phoebe’s mouth, long and slimy, like it was trying to reach all the way to her stomach. She inhaled deeply, gasping for breath that she didn’t really need; she’d long since gotten used to their kisses. But even then, it still took it out of her in other ways, which was the exact idea behind their lecherous, invasive kisses. She panted, her chest heaving and her breasts rising and falling, her nipples glossy with the saliva from the hungry aliens, still milling about.

They stood around her, watching and grinning, licking their lips hungrily, touching themselves and each other, rubbing their aching womanhoods, groping their breasts, gripping their glutes… they were so arousing to watch, Phoebe’s own excitement and nervousness once more starting to rise. They gently reached out with a foot each, the five of them now beginning to tease her with their sharp, chitinous toes, carefully tracing lines across her sensitive skin, rubbing her breasts, teasing her slit and playing across her lips, causing her to groan.

They never once released an unpleasant smell, and never once did they seem repugnant to taste… they looked unusual, but grotesque was a word that, despite their inhuman appearance, just couldn’t be applied to them. The teasing with their feet ended shortly after it began, despite how long it felt to the woman subjected to it. They all began to crouch and lie down around her, all so they could drape their tongues and lips across her body, grazing her skin with their luscious, erotic touches.

Phoebe shuddered as they once more tormented her with their mouths, though now, they were just teasing every inch of her skin. They were both slow and fast, alternating between drawn-out, firm licks, and rapid laps to her skin, leaving numerous trails of saliva across her frame, and coating her in a glistening layer of spit that made her skin tingle. She groaned, a kiss stolen from her briefly by another one of the xenomorphs, before it moved on to gently nibble on her ear. She winced, whining as she was teased in such a sensitive spot, her hearing briefly filled with a tongue worming at the entrance of her ear before it returned to licking at the top arch of it, before the alien moved to suckle and nibble on her earlobe.

Either seemed to make her shiver, especially in conjunction with the various tantalising sensations she felt. She shuddered, her fingers curling, finding purchase on two of the aliens’ rumps, giving them gentle squeezes; it was not simply them that were aroused. She wanted something too, and they weren’t denying her. Their asses… they were so soft, yet so pliant, firm and bouncy all the same. She squirmed under the assault by their lecherous tongues, unable to do more than what they were giving together… and she was a meek soul, there was no chance she would be able to turn the tables on these aliens… they only allowed that to happen when they were in the mood, and for a submissive individual like her… that was unlikely to happen any time soon.

She felt one tease her clitoris briefly, another gently kiss her navel. They teasingly pecked her breasts, flicked their tongues across her nipples, and made her shiver in intense delight. She was so very thoroughly enjoying herself, even if her reactions to their administrations seemed to suggest otherwise… she was a meek woman before these lecherous creatures. They’d thoroughly broken her, and then brought her back together… and now, they were going to break her all over again, and as much as she whined and pleaded with muffled, garbled words… she was looking forward to it.

They continued to tease her body for a little while after that, before one of them moved to straddle her head, sitting down on her face and grinding their pussy to her lips. She grimaced and winced, but the others weren’t backing down either, finding her wrists being grasped by their hands, and her fingers being forced into their sopping pussies. One of them grabbed her leg, lifting it up so it could slot in between her lower limbs and force its crotch to her own, starting to grind its nether folds tantalisingly to her body. She was being assaulted from all sides once again, this time being made to provide some of the pleasure as well, her fingers being used like toys.

There was one remaining, but she couldn’t see what it was doing, until she felt the leg that had been lifted up before grasped by another, unseen alien, the fifth. And her foot was promptly forced against its pussy, which it started to grind against the sole of her foot. She felt her big toe slide into the alien’s snatch, feeling, even in that way, its tight walls clenching down around the digit. It was no different with her fingers, being squeezed ever so tightly by the aliens’ pussies they found themselves in, the walls rippling against her fingers, whilst her mouth was being flooded with the metallic flavour of the juices of arousal from the alien atop of her.

Tentatively, she reached out her tongue, and began to lap at the slit… prompting the xenomorph straddling her face to start grinding back and forth, whilst the alien grinding to her crotch started rolling its own hips a bit more lecherously, slow and sensual, making sure its clit rubbed to her own. She squeaked and moaned, completely at their mercy. She started to pump her own fingers involuntarily, just going on instinct. It made the two aliens holding her arms coo and hiss in delight, licking their lips — though she could not see that — and grinding their groins to her depths. She was struggling to endure this, even if the physical pleasure she felt was limited, the feeling of helplessness made it all the more exciting.

She wormed her tongue into the slit of the alien atop of her, eager to see what it’d do. She shivered as the alien’s pussy clamped down around her tongue, trying to squeeze the malleable muscle. No doubt, the alien was wanting to stimulate itself as much as its ‘prey’. Phoebe tried to eat the creature out as best as she could all the same, beginning to work her jaw against the lusty creature, plunging her tongue into its depths and suckling against its vulva, just as one of the others had done before. She couldn’t compete with them and their tongues, but any effort she made seemed to delight them all the same.

There was nothing she could do but her best… and her best seemed to more than excite these xenomorphs, starting to hiss and growl in pleasure, she shuddered and squirmed, even if the stimulation she felt herself was limited, the grinding of the other alien’s pussy to her own not as potent as other acts of stimulation. She enjoyed herself all the same, despite her meek responses to the stimuli she endured… she had a suspicion the aliens liked people like her, those that enjoyed the sex but still acted meek and submissive, or shy and nervous. It excited their predatory instincts… especially when it was genuine.

Of course, she didn’t expect to be in the middle of a gang-bang with these creatures at the end of her working day, but here she was, being assailed by the vaginas of these five xenomorphs. They seemed to be following a pattern, though if that pattern was true, then they were going to do something in particular at some point… and Phoebe wasn’t sure she was going to be able to endure that. But for now, she simply did her best to please these aliens, waggling her tongue aggressively within the xenomorph’s snatch as it sat atop of her.

She suckled hungrily, vigorously, seeing it shudder and feeling it squeeze around her muscle. It was enjoying itself, and that gave Phoebe a sense of relief; she didn’t want to be a lacklustre partner… but they didn’t seem to see differences in people in that manner. Those who lacked skill, were often made to submit… and taught. She’d seen them teach others how to be intimate, and they were very good at it, coaxing a meek young engineer woman into becoming a rather ‘renowned’ master at sex.

As for Phoebe… she was no master, but she was getting better. She was sure one of her alien partners tried to convince her to seduce one of her colleagues… it wasn’t easy, with the way they communicated, using their hands, and basic grunts with emotive tones. Other than that, little in the way of formal communication. But they didn’t need it… they conversed through their bodies, through their passion and their lust, as someone had explained to her. It was their way of showing love and affection… if that was so, then this was a great show of affection she was receiving. She started to lick and suckle harder than before, doing her best not to fall behind, as all the other aliens began to increase their efforts, the ones holding her wrists making her finger them faster.

The alien grinding to her crotch began to roll its hips faster and press more firmly than before, hissing loudly and letting its tongue drag across her raised leg, whilst the xenomorph holding said leg began to grind itself to her foot more vigorously, plunging her big toe repeatedly in and out of her depths. She was shifting about, tensing up and loosening in time with her breaths. Juices flooded from her depths, and she clenched her other foot’s toes, unable to clench anything else with her other foot and hands being used by the horny aliens.

They began to hiss even louder than before, as though nearing their own climaxes. If things continued, they’d be spraying her body in their lusty fluids. She just tried to intensify her efforts, waggling her tongue about in the alien’s depths, the xenomorph atop of her grabbing her head for some extra leverage. Phoebe winced, and gulped at the creature’s pussy, until, suddenly, all of the aliens began to shudder around her, hissing and growling loudly, though fortunately not shrieking like they normally did when orgasming. She felt their fluids gush all over her, flooding her face, her hands, her foot and her groin. Phoebe did her best to drink down the fluids that the alien climaxed into her mouth, the five xenomorphs shuddering in ecstasy. Their orgasms lasted a while, though soon enough, they did eventually begin to calm down, panting softly at first, but quickly recovering. They pulled away from her, as they had before when they used their mouths.

They watched her hungrily, licking their lips and making kissing gestures at her. Phoebe still wasn’t used to their eyeless visages, the cold, impassive upper parts of their faces, covered by a semi-translucent dome that revealed a skull with hollow sockets where their eyes should’ve been, if one looked hard enough. It was unnerving to say the least… but their lower faces were so amorous, so emotive with their lust, it often distracted from the lifeless façade their upper faces put forth.

They crowded around her, rubbing themselves and against one another, running their hands up their bodies and grinding against each other, eagerly pressing their hands to their breasts and their nethers, slowly gyrating and swaying their hips, a seductive dance to tantalise her as they prepared for what was next… and as Phoebe had predicted and feared, she watched as their long, throbbing and textured cocks slipped out from their pussies at the same time, an almost synchronous series of sighing hisses emanating from the five beings as pleasure coursed through them; the very act of extending their penis was intensely stimulating for a xenomorph.

Almost everything sexual they did seemed to excite and stimulate them in one form or another. They gently pumped their cocks, rubbing their tips with their thumbs, eagerly preparing for the main course. Phoebe whimpered in response, looking between the five beings, feeling as though they were appraising who was going to go where. It didn’t matter where they individually went… just that she was going to be attacked from all sides regardless.

It didn’t take them long to decide, it seemed, as she suddenly found herself being grasped by a pair of the aliens, and flipped over onto her front, one of the aliens moving to slip beneath her. She felt its cock slide up between her glutes and press into the cleft of her rump cheeks, slimy and throbbing. Another gently grinded its cock to one of her glutes from the outside. Two other aliens flanked her, once more grasping her wrists, and bringing her hands to their dicks… urging her to grasp them, and start pumping. She whined, especially when her head was grasped by the final alien, which thrust its cock into her face, rubbing the slimy member to her lips and cheek.

She started pumping the two dicks in her hands, gently but firmly stroking the two members, whilst she felt the aliens below and behind her begin grinding to her rear, the one beneath her gently thrusting between her glutes, the other smearing her ass in a thin film of sticky residue from their penis. A powerful, musky aroma pervaded the air now, and it made her feel heady. Dizzy even. It was an intoxicating scent, one that made it difficult to concentrate on anything but erotic acts. She moaned softly, her lip being pushed up by the cock of the alien in front of her as it rubbed its length to her face.

More groans left her as the aliens rubbed their members to her body, biding their time before they went ahead with violating her. Phoebe felt the alien beneath her slide its cock beneath her, pushing up her hips so that it could slide its length along her slit and against her belly, leaving the alien behind her free to hotdog her ass as the other alien had before. It was all so obscene, all so debauched… but her pussy was sopping with arousal too, soaking the length beneath her as it rubbed to her belly.

She could hear them hissing, crooning and growling in pleasure, licking the air and their lips. The xenomorph beneath her even teased her breasts with its long tongue, while the one behind her moved a hand to grope and squeeze her rump cheeks, gently kneading her rear, sometimes even giving it a light slap, making her glutes jiggle. Phoebe yelped in response, and groaned in pleasure when it was followed up with a firm press of a cock to her pussy, the textured surface grinding along the slit, thanks to the alien beneath her.

She was, by now, quite sweaty, a film of perspiration clinging to her body, sticky and warm. She was not sure what she was going to do, but it was clear that she wasn’t going to get out of what was to come on her two feet. Groans left her lips, and she released a seething sound through her gritted teeth, feeling one of the xenomorphs start to prod and rub against her anus, as though threatening to push inside. They were getting more and more insistent now, and Phoebe knew they were not long away from forcing their lengths inside her. She wondered how it’d feel… she’d had sex orally, vaginally and anally before, but… all at once? That was new to her… but she knew how intense their cocks could feel, the numerous bumps and protrusions serving to intensely stimulate whoever was on the receiving end of their members. If nothing else, she was about to find out soon enough.

She shivered, groaning softly to herself, before she felt the alien beneath her lift her hips up… and push its cock into her body. There was a short groan, strained through gritted teeth. It was an intense sensation, feeling each of those nubs and ridges tug at her pussy folds, the alien’s length forcing its way to her cervix in one, smooth motion… the same could not be said for her folds, grabbing at the xenomorph’s soft barbs, being tugged and stimulated by the alien’s perfectly formed cock.

But when she felt the alien behind her force its length into her anus… that’s when she really felt the pleasure hit, forcing her to gasp loudly, her eyes widening briefly… all the opportunity the alien in front of her needed to force its cock into her mouth. She gagged in surprise, a muffled muttering emanating from her mouth as her eyes went to the dick now slipping its way into her throat… prompting Phoebe’s eyes to roll backwards into her skull. A low, defeated moan left her throat, bulging a little thanks to the xenomorph penis buried within it, the alien’s crotch pressing right against her face. She timed her breathing, waiting for the alien to pull back, and breathe in through her nose.

The alien did so, bringing its shaft out until only the glans remained behind Phoebe’s succulent lips. All the while, the aliens behind and beneath her began to thrust themselves, pushing into her loins and her ass, causing her body to jolt even from their gentle motions… that wouldn’t last forever. They’d get rougher and rougher with each passing moment, when they neared their own climaxes. But for now, they seemed content to be slow, to make Phoebe really endure and experience the lusty sensations she was feeling.

She moaned softly, the aliens taking her nethers beginning to thrust in an alternating pattern, one pushing in whilst the other was pulling out, allowing her to feel the flesh between her two orifices be contracted and compressed repeatedly… she wondered how it felt for them, if they could feel the pressure from one another’s cocks sliding back and forth. She took her mind off that, turning her focus to the penis in her mouth. She could feel its nubs tugging on her lips, making it hard to maintain the seal, which resulted in a lewd slipping and slapping sound, and even smacking when Phoebe began to suck on the creature’s penis.

She wasn’t going to just sit here and take it; she was going to at least return the favour as best she could, starting to pump the cocks of the two other aliens in her hands, rubbing her thumbs to their glans, whilst she waggled her tongue to the underside of the penis in her mouth… but she made no attempts to bob her head or twist her lips around the alien’s shaft. They were taking her on their terms, and she knew that she was, despite their genuine care for her, a plaything to them right now… it tantalised her, actually.

She moaned loudly around the shaft in her mouth, trying her best to maintain the seal, slipping her tongue all about the sides and underbelly of the rigid length, lapping at the tip whenever the alien pulled back far enough to let her tease the tip. She also clenched her anus and pussy folds around the two phalluses in her loins, though the constant jolting from the two of them made it hard to maintain any tightness… but Phoebe tried all the same. Another thing that made it difficult to concentrate was just how good it felt to be enduring this… their cocks were perfect for tantalising her innards.

Even her mouth was being treated to a surprisingly sweet taste, from the slightly slimy coating that oozed from the pores of the alien’s cock flesh, keeping it both sticky and lubricated all at once… and the smell. The smell was ever so enticing, even for the outwardly prudish Phoebe. If this kept up… she would be completely enamoured before the end of this entire encounter. She fluttered her eyes, trying to maintain a sense of clarity and coherence, her eyes looking upwards to see the creature before her, its impassive upper face and lascivious lower face ‘looking’ down at her, its black tongue whipping from one corner of its mouth to the other.

She murmured softly, and glanced to either side of her, moving only her eyes since her head was on the guide rail that was the cock of the xenomorph in front of her. The two aliens to her side were touching themselves, groping their breasts and fingering their own asses, their hands no longer holding onto Phoebe’s wrists, now that she proved she was willing to stroke their lengths alone. She twisted her hands as she pumped her clenched fists up and down, adding to the stimulation.