Alien Sex 101 by Allie Ritch Page B

table, where Deina was already arranging herself on her back. Xindra handed Huv a small bottle of lubricant, which he began spreading over his turgid cock. By the look of his partner’s shiny folds, the man probably didn’t need it, but they wanted to ensure this was as easy as possible. Quinn switched on the scanner just as Huv climbed up on the table so that he was kneeling between Deina’s bent legs. The Allurian male lowered himself until his chest nearly touched her erect nipples and looked her in the eye.
    “You okay?” he asked.
    Deina nodded confidently. In fact, she looked eager.
    The whole class got to watch the two in duplicate as the large overhead screen showed a vibrant internal scan of their bodies. Nothing much was happening yet, but the image almost looked like artwork as Huv kissed her lips and began nibbling his way down her neck. When he reached her breast, he bent his head to suckle her like she liked, and they could see her heart beating faster on the screen.
    “Yes,” she murmured.
    Huv’s hand dropped between her legs to rub her, which caused the blood to flow into that area. The models were broadside to the spectators, so they couldn’t see her clit live, but they watched it turn a darker color on the scan. They also saw the exact moment the Allurian male pushed his finger inside her and started to stroke.
    “Ready?” Huv asked the question politely, although he had to be able to tell that she was.
    Setting his cock to her entrance, he began to push. Even Quinn was affected by the harsh moan of the joining couple and the view of the man’s shaft feeding slowly into her slick passage. Perhaps he was more of a voyeur than he’d thought because he felt blood rush vicariously to his groin as he watched. He had to clear his throat again before he spoke.
    At this point, all Quinn had to do was narrate. “Huv has fully mounted his partner now and is holding still in order to let her adjust to his intrusion.”
    “To the New Earthlings, this is known as the missionary position,” Xindra added. She sounded a little strained. “Allurians simply call this second position.”
    Huv started to thrust, and the only thing audible besides his and Deina’s grunting was the breathing of the other students. Quinn checked to see how Pixie was reacting and was glad to see she had a healthy interest. Before he turned back to the models, he caught the expression on Glynn’s face. The man wore such a look of longing that it was almost painful to see. But what part of this exactly was he yearning for?
    “So they just thrust?” Trett ventured to ask. “They don’t engage in any other movement?”
    Thanks to their research, Quinn understood the man’s surprise. “Not like Ibration males. The man can engage in a circular motion to stir himself inside the female, or he can grind against her, but the natural imperative for these races is to thrust. Huv, can you show us those other motions?”
    Huv’s answer was nearly unintelligible, but he agreed. Tensing his muscles, he began to draw concentric circles with his hips.
    “Ah!” Deina cried out and clutched his buttocks. She seemed to be pulling him closer. “Please.”
    “Come for me,” her partner huffed.
    They could see the sweat dripping down Huv’s spine, but he kept his rhythm steady. Deina strained beneath him, obviously getting close. Just when she started to keen and toss her head, Huv bore down and ground against her. She instantly climaxed.
    “See there.” Quinn used his laser pointer on the screen. “You can see the muscle contractions of her orgasm. The longer and harder she spasms like that, the better her climax.”
    Huv groaned aloud and clenched his teeth. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
    “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