Shaven: Mauricio's Point of View

"Get ready, this might be a bit cold" she giggled, then turned the bottle of oil upside down and drenched his skin like she was slathering mustard on a Chicago hot dog.

She put the oil down and squatted down on Mauricio's thighs. She hurriedly rubbed in the slick shiny stuff across his dark skin, creating a glistening surface that reminded Mauricio of a well-polished piece of walnut furniture. It smelled like hibiscus combined with the remnants of Barbasol shaving cream. She worked quickly, and business-like – but like someone who enjoyed her work. She dawdled a bit as she ran her hands through his hands and again when she applied hibiscus scented palms to Mauricio's own perfectly shaved head. He was a bit disappointed that she didn't pause more than necessary as she oiled up his lower abdomen, crotch and his dark tentacle that had been shifting between semi-flaccid and embarrassingly erect through the process. But she continued and soon his entire body, from head to toe was slick, oily and shiny. Mauricio held his arms up to admire the handiwork.

"Here, hold this" Christina interrupted his admiration and thrust the oil to his outstretched paw. "You'll figure out what to do – and don't worry about using too much." She grinned then launched her body on top of his. She began to wiggle and squirm, helping to transfer the ample amount of oil she had worked into Mauricio's dark mass to her cool dry golden skin. After a few moments Mauricio caught on, and while she wiggled, he squirted stream after stream of flowery goo on her back and buttocks. Then blindly, he took his dark man paws and started to rub the goo into her back, shoulders and butt. He worked diligently, trying to match his mates own work ethic. But soon he realized he too enjoyed his work. His muscular arms began to not just rub – but embrace – pulling Christina's thin frame closer to his own. Her wriggling caused more friction and the oil became hot and sticky between them. He coaxed her body up down and around his chest and abdomen, like she was some large soft cotton glove polishing his wood finish. He let her own momentum send her lower and her slick mound found itself tickling the top of his tentacle which was now popped up, seeking to find a warm, wet place to rest.

Christina popped up off his chest. "Hey, stop that" she laughed. "I know what you are doing" and she sent him what he thought was a reproachful look, but again without eyebrows, it was a little hard to tell.

"Maybe I should finish" and with that she grabbed the bottle, stood up and finished the medical procedure by slathering on some last remnants of oil to her head, arms and legs.

By now Mauricio had worked his way to his feet and he stood up next to her. "My god she is beautiful" he suddenly thought. And with that he placed his hands on her shoulders, turned her to face forward, into the mirror, and the two stared at each other - again – but this time their matted yellow and brown skin was replaced with gooey pink and walnut vinyl. Light danced off their skin like stars in the sky. Mauricio picked up colors of blue and purple. Dark veins running to the side of Christina's small firm breasts were even more pronounced, creating what Mauricio imagined was some type of road map on a distant satellite. They stood there admiring each other. Christina looked up to stare directly at Mauricio and the two hairless orbs smiled.

As if seeing someone for the first time, Mauricio felt a passion surge through his belly and rise up through his chest to his head. He heard his heart beating. 'Thudump, thudump, thudump' and then the rate quickened. He dropped his left hand from her shoulder to reach around and pull her to him. Christina pivoted perfectly on her feet – a ballerina move aided no doubt by the slick drippings of hibiscus oil on the linoleum. His left hand rested on her side, just below her now heaving breast. And he kissed her. He kissed this stranger that sported a bald pink and blue head with tenderness and even a little laughter. After all it was ridiculous what they had just done, he knew that. But that was his life with Christina. Ridiculous and wonderful.

She matched his tenderness and there they stood, kissing, caressing and embracing. They swayed in their embrace. After a while it occurred to Mauricio that it was as if both their bodies were now large alien tongues. His body licked at her body like a hungry muscle exploring the mouth of some alien oral cavity – slippery, hot and wet. His body moved with a bit more energy as the thought of this large alien French kiss added to his arousal. She matched his movement and then pried his lips open with her tongue and plunged it deep into his mouth, as if she read his mind and wanted to complete the metaphor. Their passion increased. For a moment Mauricio flashed a thought 'Maybe I should break this off before it's too late and we break our deal'.

Christina beat him to it. She broke the kiss and pushed her chest off of his. Their bodies made a slight 'slurp' sound as the seal was broken. She kept her hips attached to his and with an arched upper body she drew her head back. It was all shiny and sparkling and she looked as if she were about to strike out at some prey. "Fuck our deal" she growled. Her hand slipped between their bodies to give his erect tentacle some attention. She squeezed with a wanton look then opened the door and bounded into the bedroom, her limbs flailing, seeming unnaturally long and thin. They turned a bluish grey as they disappeared into the darker chamber and he heard the creak of the bed.

Mauricio darted out of the bathroom to find the blue hairless alien standing on the bed, her buttocks up against the head board. Her arms were stretched out to the side and he could see her long alien fingers gripping the holes in the Swiss cheese monstrosity as if bracing herself for the attack that was to come.

"Eat my pussy" Christina ordered.

Mauricio leapt and tumbled onto the bed as if he were a hungry dog that had just been shown his food bowl. In one quick motion he kneeled in front of her hips, slid his hands up her thighs and reached them back, forcefully grabbing each ass check with his long purple fingers. He pulled her hips to his now drooling mouth and without any hesitation plunged his red hot tongue between her swollen mound and deep into her sex.

Normally Mauricio would play with his food. He'd tease and nibble. He'd pay attention to everything but her most sensitive parts. But not this night. Mauricio selfishly darted his tongue to her core. He lapped at the top of the opening, where her bone could be felt through the flesh reaching one of her sensitive internal spots. He worked his tongue to the lower part of her opening and flicked the spot where the opening for her pussy closes and transitions to her other, darker opening. Then his tongue punched itself deep inside of her again. It stretched and darted from side to side as if seeking out some buried treasure. His upper lip and nose pressed themselves tightly up against her hardening bud. As his red oral muscle sought deeper passage, his nose pressed ever tighter and rubbed against her clit.

He stayed that way for minutes. Hungry. Thirsty. Lustful. Then he finally remembered he was not alone satisfying his cravings at her alien well. He looked up and saw those wicked dark eyes once again staring down at him from just over her firm breasts and hard nipples. Her blue skin radiated energy. She was panting. One hand still grasped the Swiss cheese but the other now dropped to the back of his head. She forced his head farther inside of her. He didn't complain. He enjoyed the help.

She threw her head back now. He kept his eyes open as best he could as she pumped her hips on his chin, mouth and nose. Her panting quickened. Her knees began to give out. She was leaning further down on him.

Finally he collapsed, losing his balance and falling down on to his back, bending at the knees.

"Fuck" she grunted but looked down at him and smiled – that wanton alien smile.

She squatted down now and put one blue hand on his purple chest clearly signaling him not to move. Then she pivoted again. In what seemed like a leap made in zero gravity, Christina was now sitting on his face. She had turned around to face his knees. Her legs straddled his chest while her hips lowered themselves onto his hungry mouth. He felt her lean forward just a bit and her hands rested on his hips for balance. He had straightened his legs out from under him and he felt his cock spring up and rest on his abdomen. He wondered if she would take the hint.

Mauricio felt slick rubber on slick rubber; Christina's ass cheeks pressed against his own cheeks and nose. Hunger abated, he decided to play. He worked his arms under Christina's thighs and his hands grabbed her buttocks. He pressed up, raising her ass and pussy an inch off of his chin. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with a cocktail of hibiscus, barbasol, pussy and now a new earthy smell. His cock twitched.

He stuck his pink and purple muscle past his teeth and his lips and searched out that sweet nectar. He relaxed his arms a bit and Christina fell ½ an inch and he found it. He used his hands to begin to move Christina's ass in a small circular motion while his tongue moved in the opposite direction. He outlined the entrance to her alien cavern, covering her walls with his saliva and spit. It combined with her own juices and now the combined drink slid back down his own throat. He swallowed.

He braced her hips and kept Christina from bucking too hard, despite her attempts to fuck his face. She moaned in both delight and in frustration for being held back.

She began to move her hips herself, keeping the same rhythm as Mauricio had started. So Mauricio used one hand to reach up to her lower back. He dug his fingers lightly into the skin and he imagined pink trails emerging on her blue skin along her spine, down to the small of her back and then to the fleshy cheeks. His hand alternated between caress and light scratch. Soothing then irritating. Irritating then soothing.

And now Mauricio's' tongue stopped its circular tease and sought out the hard nub of flesh he knew was there in the dark – just an inch or two towards his chin. "There" he thought as the hard button revealed itself from between hot and wet flesh. His tongue flicked at its underside with several strong strokes. Christina jerked forward and exhaled. Mauricio repeated and this time used his free hand to slap her hard on the ass. "Oh god" she said breathless. Her elbows bent a bit and her torso dropped. She now pressed her hips down more urgently – breaking through Mauricio's firm hold. Her pussy ground down on tongue and chin. She moved her hips forward, then back. Then forward and back again, in several hard, determined thrusts. She grunted and puffed urgent breaths. She sweared.

With each thrust his bald purple skull was temporarily trapped between her hips and the mattress. His nose is forced to explore her slimy ass crack and tiny pink opening. Each thrust he is pressed further into her. She bucks back creating some space to breath and Mauricio inhales through his nose, the stale air cocktail filling his lungs. Then again she presses forward, his head is smashed down and his nose goes deeper. Mauricio senses Christina is beginning to position her thrusts not just for chin on clit and tongue in pussy but also nose on ass. "She's going for a hat trick" he smiles to himself.

Her sweat is fighting through her oil covered pores and begins to bead on her oily skin. The sweat and hibiscus sludge drips down her arms and her back. The drips build up steam with each thrust and begin to combine with other drips. Soon a relative river of slime spills down her spine, down the gorge that is formed by her two fleshy ass cheeks and splashes on the bridge of his nose. He closes his eyes to keep the stinging fluid at bay and is now forced into blindness. He goes with it. Embraces it. This is the two of them at their best. They may make horrible decisions and one or the other may in the heat of the moment exhibit some sort of depravity or goofiness that might bring any other lover to call a timeout. But once they make a decision they both commit and see it through. The sweat raced down his cleanly shaven face and head and he just hangs on.

Christina bucks again – but this time noticeably deeper – and she holds her position. Her elbows now buckle completely and her torso falls on to his with her two matching hard nipples jamming themselves hard enough into Mauricio's abdomen for his heightened senses to feel the nibs. Mauricio hopes Christina's proximity to his now protruding dick inspires some reciprocity. But the light blue alien is now in her own world and his purple cock lays barely noticed resting on the nape of her neck and shoulder.

Christina heaved her hips up for a brief reprieve and then repeats the hard deep thrust. She holds it in place and now Mauricio noticed another change. It started with her inner thighs. The slick rubber began to tremble against his face. In another instant her whole thigh, then her whole leg vibrated as if in an epileptic seizure. She buries her head into his crotch and users her semi-useless arms to embrace Mauricio's thighs, digging her nails into his rubbery flesh unprotected by any dark hair. Her whole body is convulsing against his skin. She is loud – but not saying words – at least nothing Mauricio can understand with her thighs vibrating against his ears. And then it rains. Alien rain releases from somewhere deep inside Christina and covers Mauricio's lips. The tight seal forces the life affirming liquid to spill out past his lips and tongue. It pours down his chin and cheeks and gains momentum as it races down his neck. It begins to pool under his head. He feels the dampness and hears the wet sheets and mattress slosh around his head as her convulsions slowly shake his skull..

Then the shaking stops. Mauricio feels her dead weight press on him. Zero gravity seems to transition to 2G forces. Her hips still strain against his mouth and he drinks in the smell and the taste. Her panting comes in deep measured drafts and he attempts to match her heaving with his own. He finally rests his tongue and she slides 2 inches forward. Fresher air mingles with the hot steam coming from her groin and he gulps in the oxygen. They lay their breathing. Her thigh twitches uncontrollably and she giggles. After a few more deep breaths the twitches happen again. Electricity is still flowing through her body. She moans in satisfaction.

Mauricio wants to ravage her. His shaft uncontrollably jerks against her neck. Christina's hand makes its way to the thick member and caresses it against her cheek. She turns her head and lazily kisses the base. "How to fuck an alien?" he asks himself. He pictures her on her back, feet high in the air. Or on her knees, with her blue shimmering back and head down in prostrate subservience. He lets her rest some more and her breathing becomes more regular, almost sleepy.

"Okay baby, we're not done breaking our rule yet" he whispers. He deftly rolls her to his side then gets up on his knees between her spread legs. Her entire body shimmers in the moonlight. Her pussy still shines from the alien rain. He glances at the place where his head had been. Two large wet spots spread out like butterfly wings. They outline where his head and neck where held prisoner against the mattress. He smiles and returns his gaze to the bare skinned creature.

She looks up at him with a sleepy smile. She is limp. She is a puddle lying on the mattress. Spent. She knows there is more work to do but she can't seem to work up the energy. Mauricio wiggles his knees in underneath her thighs. He smiles back at her.

"Ready?" he asks.

"No" she sighs with a laugh. "I need a minute."

"Yes, I bet you do" he laughs.

With that he scooped his left arm underneath the small of her back and lifted her up. For a moment she was a limp rag doll. Her back arches backward and her head drops. She rolls her eyes into the back of her head, the whites flashing back at Mauricio in an unworldly summoning of strength. Her arms flounder behind her before she re-animates them and they fling around his neck as her chest comes even with his. She locks her arms and pulls herself close to him. She locks her eyes on his and pulls his soul into hers.

The move took the breath out of both of them and they heave a couple of deep sighs at each other. She is straddling his lap and the head of his cock twitches teasingly on the bottom of her ass. His right hand reaches underneath her ass, grabs his own cock, and slaps it upward on her tush. Pfft, pfft, pfft.

"Admit it" she whispers provocatively "I was right, this is so sexy."

He keeps his eyes locked on hers. "You are a very smart, very crazy bitch" he whispers and then raises her up, shifts his dark tentacle in position, and sits her back down on his lap, penetrating her with a deep thrust.

"Eeoow" she groans. Her eyes widen but they don't break the bond with his. She starts feeling it again – the electricity – and she shudders slightly. He sees her eyes start to explore his bald purple head and her jaw drops in delight. Mauricio starts a slow swivel and grind, moving her hips around his tentacle in sloshy circles. She is still mesmerized by his head and giggles. He guides her in more circles, then changes direction. Slosh. Slosh. Slosh. She rides with him but still seems distracted by his head, his ears and chin. She paws his bald chest. She giggles every once in a while and he begins to get self-conscious. He moves his arms from her hips to her back, hoping to break her trance. It works.

She fixes her eyes on his again. She bites her upper lip with a coy smile. She looks like a slut alien – unworldly, shimmering, and now understanding the need to please. She picks up on his rhythm and now she's moving her hips. Slosh. Slosh. Slosh. She raises her hips a couple of inches and then plunges down. It's Mauricio's turn to open his eyes wide. "Oh, yeah, that's it" he whispers. She seems to contract her own womb to constrict his member. Then she switches movement again and grinds her pubic bone into his then rotates her hips backwards. Mauricio feels his cock leveraged against the bottom of her vaginal cavity and then she grinds again. She blows a kiss to Mauricio. "Alien slut" he thinks again. The bump and grind continues.

"Oh, yeah" he whispers to no one in particular as the pleasure continues to build. Moments turn into minutes. Christina is now feeling the sensations. She grinds again and the electricity spurts through her body. He feels it shudder. She raises her hips again and his cock head is poised at the entrance. She makes small circles then 'slosh' she buries him deep.

He yearns to be close to her. He breaks their eye lock and pulls her body onto his, slimy flesh pressed against slimy flesh once again. She slithers her body on his. Their cheeks meet and caress each other. They are locked in a snakes embrace and he relishes the smooth slippery feel.

He can now look down her back, colors of yellow and pink but mostly light blue reflecting from the light. He sees his dark walnut colored arms sliding back and forth like the tentacles of some star trek creature seeking to capture the blue alien slut and swallow her hole. The tentacles slide up and down searching for a grip to pull her closer. To get inside. Below these dark appendages Christina's blue back narrows at the waist then broadens out where her two fleshy cheeks are bouncing on his dark walnut thighs. To Mauricio they look like two massive tree stumps, anchoring him to the mattress. They create a deep contrast to her ass that is swirling, pumping and grinding. In the night outside a car drives past and the headlights shine through the window. It lands for a brief moment on her back. The blue turns a pale translucent pink. Mauricio sees her veins and the ridges of her bones and muscle. For a moment she is completely exposed and then the search light moves on and the room is plunged back to the half-light that aliens prefer.