Chapter 4 E.T. PHONE HO
E.T. PHONE HO
Sally was dreaming. She knew she was dreaming, but she didn’t mind. It was a good dream. A damn good dream.
She groaned happily as the Xenomorph queen pinned her face-down, ripping off all of her clothes. Xenomorph drool dripped and pooled in places that would have made Conscious Sally cringe and want to scrub herself for days, but in the dream, it just made her wet.
Clawed hands wrapped around her wrists, that deadly-pointed tail slapping at her ankles, spreading them wide as the Queen’s enormous form leaned down against Sally’s back, an un-identifiable appendage rubbing up against Sally’s slick center.
She let out a low cry, her limbs trembling in anticipation, about to be absolutely eviscerated with pleasure.
A low, animalistic chuckle sounded in her ear and while she couldn’t see him, her dream-self knew it was Predator. The Xenomorph let her turn her head just enough to see Predator standing there, slowly removing his armor to reveal his…his…
OH MY!
Sally’s dream-self nearly shorted out in pleasure at the sight of the multi-headed appendage Predator began stroking as he watched her getting railed by the Queen.
He growled as Sally gasped, his facial fang flaps waggling open as he enjoyed the sight of the Xenomorph entering her with an impossibly large appendage.
The Queen started thrusting, shrieking her Xenomorph shriek as she rearranged Sally’s insides.
Oh fuck yes!
Sally’s dream-self hung on for dear life, crying out over and over as she neared her peak, but could never quite get there.
Predator stopped stroking himself and stalked towards the thrusting pair. The Xenomorph screeched in warning, pausing her onslaught of Sally’s insides. Which is when Sally’s dream-self realized there was a secondary appendage thrusting in and out of the one currently lodged inside of her.
Just like the mini-mouth; she’s got a mini-dick! Holy shit!
Sally’s pleasure ramped up another notch at that sudden knowledge. It kept ramping, right up until Predator screamed and tackled the Xenomorph, the two of them ripping away from their pinned human sex-toy.
Dream-Sally’s pleasure was suddenly tinged with fear…which didn’t necessarily take away from the experience.
The two extraterrestrial goliaths slammed down around Dream-Sally, fighting like kaiju. The near-miss of them next to her naked body spiked her fear and her IRL body took over, waking her quite suddenly.
Sally’s eyes popped open and she grunted as her brain caught up with the fact that she was awake, in her bed, on Earth, and not in some Sci-Fi alien’s nest getting railed.
She couldn’t decide if she was disappointed or not, which was probably telling.
I have been watching WAY too many sci-fi movies! She thought, scrubbing at her face a bit and trying to decide if it was too early to be awake yet.
“Ooooohhh, fuck yes, Lou!”
The pounding noise which had woken her turned out not to be two fictional aliens fighting over who got to fuck Sally into a paste, but instead was her roommate fucking her boyfriend in the shower.
“Be a good boy and hold still now…”
“Yes, ma’am! OH FUCK! Ohhhh fuuuuuck!”
“Shhh, yer gonna wake up Sally!”
Sally’s lips twitched as thumping noises against the wall began again, softly at first, but then faster and harder. Lou & Chet’s vocal enthusiasm increased along with the thumping.
“Oh good boy! GOOD BOY! HARDER!”
“AAUUUUGGGHHH! LOU!”
“YesyesyesyesYES! RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE! HOLY SHEEEIIIIITTT!”
“WaUuugH! AAUUGHHH! OOOGH! FUUUuuuuuuck!”
“Mmmm, good job, baby!”
Tired chuckling came from Chet’s side of things, then a mildly pained grunt followed by a quick, “Hang on baby, I need a second…”
“Awww, poor thang! Did I wear you out?”
“Mmm, you and this butt plug…”
“I told you the vibratin’ one was gonna be good!”
“Mmmmmmmm…”
Sally snorted as their talk devolved into quiet giggling. She laughed quietly into the pillow she’d smooshed over her face so she wouldn’t interrupt their play. It seemed rude, even if they’d interrupted hers first.
Speaking of which…
Sally sat up, thoroughly turned on and unwilling to go into the day without some satisfaction. She pulled over her sex pillow, a weighted thing with a slot designed for holding various sorts of toys.
Grabbing her favorite thrusting dildo, aptly dubbed ‘The Bronco’, she twisted the base into place and mounted up.
She was so turned on from the dream and then her roommates’ shower fuck that she slid on easily, no warmup needed.
She hit the button on the little remote, starting the thrusting, vibrating motion The Bronco was famous for.
Sally leaned forward, balancing on the thick body of the pillow, biting her lip as her breath began to come short in anticipation.
“Fuck yes!” she whispered, moving her hips rapidly and throwing her head back in pleasure.
The rodeo queen could have easily taken a toy twice as large as The Bronco, but this one had a rhythm that was just right. About every third thrust slid against her g-spot making her whimper with need.
Her hips picked up speed and she gave her quads a workout, leaning forward and slapping her needy pussy up and down on the thrusting dildo. She closed her eyes, turning her thoughts back to that dream moment of being pinned beneath a much larger, dangerous creature as it pleasured her.
“Ohh yes! Yes, fuck me, Predator! I’ll be your Prey! Shitfuckholy ooohhhh yesyesyes!”
Sally’s fantasies were a nearly silent benediction as her body found its release in a rush, her orgasm edging so close to squirting, but falling just a tiny bit short. She didn’t mind. That had been damn good.
She flopped over and lay there panting for a moment, The Bronco stilled as she rode out the aftershocks in a pleasant haze.
A tiny thwump on the bed near her face made her eyes flick open in concern and sit up partially, leaning on an elbow as she stared at the palm-sized fuzzy spider staring back.
“Lucifer!” she growled at her nemesis.
He twitched in response, tiny jerking movements that told her he was moments away from either jumping on her or chasing her across the room…which would be difficult to deal with while removing herself from a dildo at the same time.
“Don’t you DARE!”
The spider froze, watching her.
Sally grabbed a pillow, holding it up menacingly.
“I will use this!”
Lucifer considered. And then retreated slowly over the edge of the bed, probably going to go hide in her boots again.
“Mmhm, that’s what I thought!”
Sally hated killing spiders, so her battle with Lucifer was something of an ongoing dramedy. Given the number of times she’d captured and removed him from the trailer, she had no idea if Lucifer was the same spider every time, though she rather suspected it was.
She had no idea which type of arachnid he was, but the fuzzy ones tended to be fairly territorial.
The two of them had mostly come to a silent agreement about the potted plants on the kitchen windowsill. Sally watered them, carefully, from arms-length, and Lucifer only chased her across the kitchen when she was finished, instead of after every plant.
In return, he ate all of the nasty bugs, including the occasional scorpion, which was the biggest reason Sally hadn’t squashed him.
She still checked her boots very carefully every time she went to put them on.
Run-in with her ‘pet’ spider complete, Sally could tell that the world had decided she needed to be up-and-at-‘em, so she slipped off The Bronco and slipped into the now-empty bathroom. She took the world’s fastest shower, cleaned her toy, and managed to sneak back into her room before her friends made an appearance out of the second bedroom up the hall.
When she made it into the kitchen, Lou was attempting to make coffee and Chet was humming happily to himself as he made them all breakfast burritos. Chet’s burritos were the reason Sally hadn’t run him off for waking her up half the week with his orgasmic vocality.
“Mornin’ y’all!” Sally called, giving Lou a nudge away from the coffee pot.
Lou flushed, “Dang it, we woke you up, didn’t we?”
Sally grinned. Lou wasn’t often embarrassed about her sexual escapades, but she and Chet were…
enthusiastic, acrobatic, and had a toy arsenal to rival most professionals.
What kind of professionals, Sally wasn’t sure, but she’d seen Lou’s toy chest once.
It was a literal chest. And probably cost more than all the furniture in their trailer combined.
“Nawww, it’s fine! As you’re fond o’ remindin’ me, the walls in this trailer block out nuthin’.”
Chet chuckled from next to the stove, adding cheese to his concoction. Lou flushed again and went to hand him things. Sally finished setting up the coffee, pulling down four mugs, knowing Tracy would be there soon.
Llewellyn came back over to prep her cup and looked at Sally suspiciously. Sally looked back, batting her eyelashes, ever the innocent.
“Sumthin’ different about you t’day,” Lou narrowed her eyes, scanning Sally head-to-foot. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you got laid, but I’d know if you had someone hidin’ in your bed. Which means…”
Lou’s mouth twitched into a shit-eating grin, her eyebrows disappearing into her bangs.
“Why Sally Rider, did you play with yourself while Chet’n’I were havin’ ourselves a little morning fun?”
It was Sally’s turn to blush, her cheeks flaming the same shade as her hair. She fumbled her cup and nearly dropped the cream all over the floor.
“Noooooo?” It wasn’t convincing.
Lou burst out laughing. Sally threw up her hands.
“Alright, look, it weren’t my fault! I was in the middle of…a very good dream and then y’all’s, erm, enthusiasm woke me up out of it! I had to do somethin’.”
“Oh I agree!” Lou leaned forward. “So what was the dream about?”
“Oh ma gahd, Lou!” Sally’s face flamed, if possible, even brighter.
“Well now I’ve got to know!”