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if the hair around his cock was
equally pleasant to touch.
    One
of Mateen’s hands left her breast and trailed along her belly. She couldn’t
catch her breath, the ache between her legs powerful enough to make her shift
her thighs. Avanelle couldn’t believe she was so aroused, was actually longing
for sexual contact with these men, had no compunction
about touching and being touched by two males at the same time. It was all so
different from her life to this point she wondered where her inner voice had
gone, the one that warned her not to walk down dark alleys or talk with
strangers. Or get naked with aliens.
    “It’s
my understanding our sexual organs are identical to human males’.” Bynton’s eyes darkened, and the
easy grin left his mouth. It was a challenge to her, very softly made, but
still obvious. She’d gone this far. What would hold her back?
    Mateen
shifted his hands against her flesh and leaned his chest to her back. She could
feel his cock press against her spine. It was warm and throbbed gently against
her skin. He pulled her hair from her shoulder and nuzzled her neck. “You can
touch him as you like. Bynton can be rough with his staff when he pleasures
himself.”
    Hot
blood rushed to her face. To hear one of them so matter-of-factly discuss how
the other masturbated made her dizzy. Did they watch each other? Touch each
other when they…
    Questions
fled her mind when she saw Bynton curve his fingers around his shaft, pulling
down his foreskin slightly to expose more of the red head for her. With shaking
fingers she gently stroked the velvety skin there. Bynton sucked in a deep
breath, a soft groan escaping his mouth. He dropped his hold, and unbidden she
took him up, gripping his cock as it jumped against her palm.
    “Manual
stimulation is pleasurable. Do human men enjoy it as well?”
    “Yes,
they do.” Her voice was a breathy whisper. Mateen had trailed his fingers down
her belly to curl them between her legs. She was sure the thin fabric of her
borrowed pants did nothing to hide the heat and moisture of her swollen lips.
Her clit throbbed.
    “Would
you like me to…?” She couldn’t believe she was almost asking such a question,
but Bynton’s quick nod kept her from taking it back.
Mateen seemed to gather her in even closer as she adjusted her position to give
her better leverage.
    “We
understand human women also appreciate such activities. Would you like it if I
touched you, or would you prefer your own hand?” Mateen’s voice was rough, even
as the movements of his fingers were hesitant as he worked them between her
legs.
    Her
heart hammering and everything in her body tensing with desire, Avanelle
relaxed into the moment. She hadn’t felt so good in months, years. Why not take
this encounter to a pleasurable conclusion?
    “You
may touch me,” she managed to whisper. Mateen grunted and stopped caressing her
long enough to pull apart the waist of her bottoms and tug them down around her
hips. His fingers slid into her curls, easing into her already wet folds.
    “Is
she…?” Byn asked, and Avanelle returned her attention
to him, realizing she hadn’t left hold of his cock during her previous movements.
She gave him a squeeze and a stroke, and he closed his eyes. Thick, hard, hot,
she could feel his cock pulse with more blood, a tiny bead of pre-cum gleaming
at the tip.
    “She
feels … this is good, Byn .” The other man’s voice
faded to a whisper, and she felt his breath on her shoulder as he again pressed
against her, a warm wall of a chest, the strong support of his legs framing her
body, keeping her safe. The light nip of his teeth against her shoulder made
her shiver, made her clit swell. “Avanelle, please
tell me if I err in pleasing you.”
    At
this point, she could probably rock her hips against his fingers and find a
climax. Realizing she wanted one, wanted one with the two of them as witnesses, made her skin flush hot and cold.
    “Tell
me, Bynton.” She had no