Outpost 2: Snowed In - Bisexual

He glanced down and saw that his partner was reaching between his furry thighs, his eyes closing and his fingers seeking out his own neglected erection as she started to stroke it slowly, the pace of his licking and sucking increasing as he got himself off. Schaffer felt him shudder suddenly, as if something had surprised him, and he looked down past the Polar's bobbing head to see Scarface's tail wrapped around his wrist and pulling his hand away from his dripping erection. Her fingers still probed beneath the thin fabric that concealed her loins, it seemed that she didn't want Runt touching himself yet. She released him, and the Polar got the message, resuming his blowjob as she watched them intently.

Schaffer placed a hand in the alien's silky hair, pushing him down a little harder and guiding his speed, feeling Runt's velvet throat muscles close around his exposed head as he pushed deeper. The little alien gagged a little at the sudden intrusion, his gullet tensing and contracting around Schaffer's cock, wringing him like a fist as the human struggled to save from thrusting into the Polar's inviting throat and choking him as the burst of pleasure made his head spin.

Runt recovered quickly, no stranger to having the human's member buried in his gullet after all, and resumed his gentle bobbing as he dragged his lips up and down his friend's shaft and paused at the tip to circle it with his tongue. Schaffer felt himself getting close already, Runt's services being especially doting and attentive today, no doubt Scarface had knocked him down a notch so to speak. He gripped the alien's hair and thrust into his mouth as gently as he could muster, meeting his downward motions. Schaffer opened his eyes as he heard movement, seeing Scarface shuffling closer to them on her hands and knees to sit heavily beside them, leering at the spectacle as Runt's syrupy saliva drenched his shaft and dripped from the alien's chin in fat strands.

She placed her massive hand on Runt's head suddenly, gentle yet firm, and Schaffer watched the young Polar's blue eyes glance up at her as if begging a question. She forced his head down on Schaffer's cock, burying it to the hilt, Schaffer's spine arching and a grunt escaping his mouth as Runt's struggling throat encompassed him and his puffy lips wrapped around the base. She held him there for a few moments until he started to struggle, then let him up for air, her hand still resting on his head as she bit her lower lip and watched a mess of sticky fluids link his mouth to Schaffer's erection. Runt swallowed laboriously, letting the residue fall to Schaffer's belly, then she eased him back down again.

Schaffer winced, hot, wet muscles spasming and rippling around him. Runt's tongue writhed and struggled around his shaft as Scarface fucked him with Runt's mouth, very much enjoying the reactions from both parties as her eyes darted between them, again her free hand sneaking beneath her loincloth as her expression grew more and more lascivious.

Schaffer felt himself getting closer, an orgasm welling and sending tingling sparks of pleasure rolling up his spine, he chose not to resist it so as to spare Runt from much more of this relentless fucking. The alien's mouth was so wet, there was a cushion of sticky saliva that Schaffer's member pushed into each time that it probed the alien's throat, leaking out from between his lips and coating the throbbing organ in a sheen of it.

Seeing Schaffer's pained expression and sensing that he was almost spent, Scarface drew Runt's head back a little so that the tip of the pulsing erection rested on his tongue rather than lodging it deep in his esophagus, the Polar harrying him with licks and cradling his balls in his downy palm. It was too much, and Schaffer felt his orgasm tear through his body, a wave of pleasure crashing over him as he pumped a wad of his come into Runt's waiting mouth. His member bounced and throbbed between the alien's soft lips, Runt keeping still and gently stroking his testicles to ease more of it out as his mouth flooded with warm ejaculate, quickly filling to capacity as a few fat strands escaped to hang from his chin.

Scarface watched intently, aroused and fascinated as Runt pulled back and let some of the obscene mixture of viscous saliva and ropy come slide from his lips to fall heavily to splash his thighs, one last stray ejaculation hitting him in the face and matting his fur as Schaffer collapsed onto his back and let the afterglow consume him.

He watched as Runt made to swallow the mouthful of semen that was bulging his cheeks, but Scarface wrapped her hand around his neck to prevent it, turning his head towards her and slamming their lips together. Schaffer felt his heart hammer in his chest, watching with wide eyes as the two Polars kissed, his erection pulsing and bouncing with renewed arousal as the lewd scene played out before him.

Once Scarface had forced Runt's lips apart and pushed her sinuous tongue into his head, the profane mess that he had been holding in sloughed free, spilling down his chin to wet the fur on his chest and flooding Scarface's mouth as their pink tongues wrestled in and around the pearly mixture. She was completely unconcerned as Runt was drenched in drool and come, fat globs of it sticking to his coat, Scarface pulling back and letting a mass of strands and dripping blobs link their tongues so that Schaffer could see it. She plunged back in as Runt whined in a blend of disapproval and intense arousal, swapping the mess between them and letting it ooze forth like milky honey, holding his face between her hands so that he couldn't turn away as she explored the inside of his mouth with her tongue and pushed the concoction down his throat.

The perverse kiss dragged on until there was none of it left, at least that wasn't soaking into Runt's fur, Scarface breaking off with an audible pop and watching the last few strands that linked their dexterous tongues break and fall away. She released Runt and let him drop to the bed, Schaffer might have worried about him were it not for the bulging, vascular erection that protruded between his furry thighs. He was as hard as Schaffer had ever seen him.

Scarface began to remove what little clothing she wore, Schaffer's eyes tracking her breasts eagerly as they slipped out of her leather sling, hanging enticingly as she leaned forward and began to remove the belts that were draped around her wide hips. Her entire body was a patchwork of scars that broke up her unusually dark fur, more the color of dirty snow than the pure white of Zagza's immaculate coat. The pink trails of knitted flesh were not unattractive however, and Schaffer tended to think that it gave her character. It was also evidence of her exploits and battles, a little less elegant than the medals that might adorn the chest of a UNN admiral, but proof none the less of her fighting prowess.

Now naked, lithe and muscular, she discarded the garments and crawled on top of Schaffer as the more shapely fat deposits on her thighs and hips wobbled with the motion. She perched atop him, her furry legs to either side of his hips, Schaffer anticipating her usual passionate lovemaking. She didn't lower herself onto his erection however, she spun, planting her pliant butt on his face. Schaffer raised his hands in alarm, sinking his fingers into the soft meat of her ass, steely muscles lurking beneath the delicate fat layer as she wriggled and shifted to get comfortable.

She especially enjoyed oral sex, the tongues of humans being smoother and more suited to the task than the rough organs of her people, but she usually sat on one of the partially destroyed armchairs and pushed his head down between her downy thighs when she wanted that. This was new.

Runt looked on as she sat on Schaffer and his head vanished beneath her ample rear, chewing the black claw on his index finger nervously as he watched them, unsure of whether he should attempt to join them and now especially subservient thanks to Scarface's scolding. She reached out towards him, gripping him by the tuft of fur on his chest and tugging him closer, running her fingers through the mess of saliva and come that still clung to his fur once he was in range. She scooped some of it into one hand, scruffing the little alien with the other to keep him still. Scarface took Schaffer by the wrist and coated his finger in the gunk, sliding the human's hand between Runt's legs and carefully pushing a finger inside the shivering alien.

The Polars had wicked claws that were not necessarily ideal for such tasks, and so she substituted Schaffer's digit as she pushed the slippery, gluey fluid into Runt's body. Despite the pitiful noises he was making, Runt was still at full mast, every twitch of Schaffer's probing digit making him whine and tremble. The young Polar enjoyed anal of course, between Zagza and Schaffer it was practically his only sexual role, despite Schaffer's attempts to boost his confidence he was still as sensitive and receptive as he had ever been.

Now primed, with the obscene concoction leaking from his hole, Runt got the picture and climbed up on top of Schaffer obediently. He took the human's renewed erection in his fluffy fingers, positioning it beneath him, and looked to Scarface for approval as she released the scruff of his neck and leered drunkenly at him. Now more coaxing than demanding, she placed a hand on his narrow hip, pushing him down onto Schaffer's cock as Runt guided it towards his opening.

Schaffer bucked in alarm as the slippery mess of bodily fluids eased his passage, Runt practically falling down on him and taking him all the way to the base in one smooth motion, impossibly hot and tight walls of silken flesh enclosing him as a shiver of pleasure ran up his spine. Immediately he felt the alien's leaking fluids drip from his shaft to land on the human's belly, knowing Runt he had come already, and Schaffer felt a little guilty for the part he had played in training the submissive little alien to react in the way that he did. That wasn't to say that it was his fault alone, Zagza's member was the length of his arm and he had taken that monster himself, but he had shared more alone time with Runt and the Polar was ever eager to please.

Scarface was not satisfied with just that, wetting her pink lips lasciviously as she watched her quarry wriggle in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, Schaffer's erection skewering him. She urged Runt to begin moving, guiding him with her hands, rolling his hips and grinding against Schaffer's member as his slippery insides cradled it. 'Dinner and a show', Schaffer thought to himself sarcastically as the huntress rubbed her loins on his face, her sour juices leaking from her vulva to wet his cheeks. He got the picture, and started to lick, pushing his tongue up between her labia and glancing her glistening flesh. She shivered on top of him, her thighs tightening around his head at the sensation of his smooth organ teasing her, his concentration waning as Runt's slow thrusting made his toes curl.

Scarface was unusually wet, it leaked from her twitching hole in clear strands, matting the fur around her loins and making the hairs on her inner thighs stick to his reddening cheeks. She was really into this, it was odd to see her so...uninhibited. Must be the alcohol, she was quite the lush once unbridled. Her hips moved in a slow rhythm as she ground against his questing lips, made slick by her flowing excitement, her long tail flicking back and forth above his head.

Schaffer delved his fingers into the pliant flesh of her ass and thighs, feeling her twitch and croon as he sank his digits into her plush flesh, despite her musculature she was clad in a layer of insulating fat no different than her peers. She was more athletic than they were which gave her a more slim figure, but that just meant that the exquisite paunch just ended up settling in more attractive places, giving her an hourglass figure and a butt that you could probably bounce a damned tablet computer off of. Her spotty fur was fine and silky, begging for his touch, he imagined that growing tired of groping these creatures would be an impossibility. She smelled good too, musky and feminine, her familiar taste filling his mouth as he serviced her ardently.

Runt seemed to be having trouble, Schaffer could feel his narrow passage tightening as he moved atop him, the alien's palms resting on the human's legs as he leaned back and tried to angle Schaffer's member so that it would push against his prostate. His fleshy erection leaked a continuous strand of excitement, Schaffer could feel it pooling on his belly, Runt's insides contracting whenever his alien cock throbbed. He was moving slowly, either savoring every aching pulse of pleasure as the rigid organ brushed his sweet spot, or because the huntress who was puppeteering the both of them had decreed it.

She was growing more and more excited, her grinding becoming less refined and more eager as he explored her folds and creases with the tip of his tongue. She responded to every light flick and each lingering stroke, tremors flowing up through her massive body as his smooth, wet flesh painted her most sensitive and intimate anatomy. He pushed his tongue into her tunnel, feeling it grip him with a strength that still surprised him, as if trying to pluck his organ from his head as it dragged him deeper with its muscular contractions.

Due to their size, one would expect the aliens to be loose by human standards, how else could they possibly accommodate the massive organs of their male counterparts? Yet their musculature was such that even the largest Borealan was as tight as a fist clad in silk, sometimes to the point that it became difficult to last more than a minute or two once those cruel walls pressed around you and began their relentless massage.

Runt was even tighter than that, his guts gripping Schaffer's member with a force that might have taken off the skin were it not for the syrupy residue of their prior encounter that lubricated it, the lewd sounds that emanated from their coupling audible even to Schaffer's ears as he lay buried beneath Scarface's rump. Runt's insides were feverishly hot, almost uncomfortably so as Schaffer's throbbing erection impaled him like a molten iron in a forge, every sigh and shiver adding to their mounting pleasure. His walls were so smooth as they rubbed up and down the human's shaft, downright luxurious, the stimulation such that Schaffer was having a hard time holding in his welling orgasm. When they made love alone, their pace was usually slower and more careful than this, but now that Scarface had taken the reigns the Polar was riding him into the mattress with a vengeance.

She watched her subordinate bounce on Schaffer's cock, one hand on his shoulder to dictate his pace, the other sinking into one of her breasts and kneading the pliant flesh as it spilled through her fingers like putty. She seemed to be enjoying herself a little too much, her blue eyes watching eagerly as the human's penis vanished into the little Polar's hole, only to reappear coated in the mess that she had forced inside him. Runt was beside himself, eyelids drooping, a hand applying pressure on his belly where Schaffer's organ bulged it as he tried to glean more stimulation. When he tried to reach a hand down grasp his erection as it bounced in the air, lonely and neglected, Scarface pulled it away. She wanted him to climax from anal alone, and she wanted to watch it, she wanted to see his face when he loosed a shuddering cry and came all over Schaffer's belly.

The beleaguered human slipped a finger into her slimy entrance, feeling her close around it, crushing his digit with her powerful pelvic floor muscles as she bucked in alarm. He maneuvered down towards her clitoris, feeling the stiff nub of flesh beneath its protective hood, trapping it between his lips and sucking it out to play his tongue over its shiny surface.

She was nearing her limit, Schaffer could feel it in the way that her tunnel tried to milk his finger, in the way that her ample chest rose and fell as she panted. She seemed to be losing her cool in her fugue, it was unusual for her, perhaps the bourbon was to blame?

Scarface leaned forward, taking Runt's face in her hands and jolting the Polar's eyes open. He rocked back and forth steadily, grinding Schaffer's cock against his prostate, a strand of colorless fluid trailing from the tip of his member as every movement milked more of it from him. She drew him close, pressing her lips against his and subjecting him to a slow and tender kiss, contrasting with the cruel pace that she had imposed upon the pair. Runt's tail stood up straight and rigid, its fur puffing out like that of a startled cat, the young male melting into his peer as she cradled him in her arms. A far cry from the greedy and wanton embrace she had foisted upon him earlier, now she was slow and considerate, teasing him with gentle glances and strokes as if they were lovers sharing a moment of intimacy. Like two snakes entwined, their tongues coiled around each other, wrestling as their lips locked and Schaffer felt Runt's insides tighten in response.

It was enough to send him over the edge, Runt shivering and whining as a powerful orgasm wracked him. He reached down to grab his member as he began to ejaculate, but Scarface gripped his wrist to prevent it, dragging out their kiss and muffling his cries as he convulsed. Schaffer felt a warm load land heavily on his belly, Runt's already tight insides now narrowing, the waves of his climax causing his muscles to ripple and clench rhythmically. It was all too much for him, and Runt's ceaseless movements forced out Schaffer's own emission, his hips attempting to rise off the mattress and push deeper into Runt as he flooded his guts with hot come.

The Polar yelped again as he felt the liquid spread up through his passage, filling him with viscous, milky ejaculate as Scarface still held him trapped in her embrace. Schaffer felt him start to move again, his reservations forgotten as he tried to fuck Schaffer's emission deeper, desperate for the human's erection to jam against his prostate as if there was some maddening itch inside him that he couldn't quite reach. Scarface helped him along, one hand on his hip to guide him, the alien's eyes rolling back into his head as electrical pleasure burned through his body like a short-circuit.

Schaffer fared no better, groaning into Scarface's sopping loins as his concentration waned, her sodden thighs trapping him against the mattress beneath him as he tried in vain to arch his spine. She was heavy enough to crush him under her weight, but she didn't rest all of it on him, just enough to keep him pinned and to show him who was in control. Something about being so restrained just added to the sensation, the frustration mingling with his arousal, his member bouncing and throbbing inside his alien partner as it pumped wad after wad of his essence into Runt's welcoming tunnel.

The Polar seemed to be spent, leaning against Scarface and burying his head in the nape of her neck, catching his breath as he drowned in afterglow. He twitched and shivered as a few stray aftershocks tore through him, every tremor drawing more out of Schaffer, translating into the taut muscles that enclosed him and stroking his shaft with silken flesh.

Finally Runt fell off him, lying on his side on the mattress, Schaffer's erection slipping out of him along with most of the fluid that he had deposited inside the quivering Polar. Scarface watched with a lurid expression, running her fingers through the pool of come that Runt had leaked onto Schaffer's belly, despite being relatively small by Polar standards he could really produce a lot of it.

She lifted herself off Schaffer, strands of her excitement trailing from her lips to his, his red cheeks stained with it as she looked down at him with a satisfied expression. She hadn't finished, so he had to assume that she had more planned for them, his suspicions were confirmed as she took the exhausted Runt by the scruff of his neck again and pulled him to his knees. She gestured for Schaffer to rise too, apparently trusting him to do it of his own accord, and he complied as she lay down on her back.