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tits, sucking and massaging… the massive cock in her pussy, hot and throbbing, and the other one probing her ass… Just when Amy thought she might pass out from the blizzard of stimuli, she felt a tongue on her clit, licking and circling. Z’s pounding became more intense. She heard him cry out and her pussy and ass filled with hot liquid at the same instant. The cock in her mouth throbbed and stream after stream of hot cum hit the back of her throat. Then she felt her own body explode.
    Her orgasm was huge and never-ending, consisting of three or four smaller ones, escalating to an enormous climax. Amy dangled in the air for what seemed like an eternity, restrained and ravished, spasming as cocks and tongues worked her over and wave after wave crested through her body. The taste in her mouth was heavenly. She swallowed what she could, but felt some leaking out over her lips.
    Then there was only darkness and the sound of Amy’s own labored breathing. The cock in her mouth retreated. She was vaguely aware that she was drenched in sweat, beads dripping from her nose onto the miraculous being underneath her. She had a sense of being pulled up and off of the cocks in her, then lowered until her body rested on top of Z’s, the cum on her breasts gliding silkily against his chest.
    The last thing she remembered was feeling a single tender kiss on her lips.

Chapter 6
    She was sore. Deliciously sore.
    Was it morning?
    Amy cracked opened her eyes and was greeted by sunlight. She smiled and closed them again.
    “SHIT!”
    She bolted upright on her bed, eyes suddenly wide open, looking around the room. What the hell had happened?
    She then remembered every detail, every luscious detail. Had it been real?
    Her head spun as she surveyed her thoughts. Last night could have been a dream, but man, what a wild, vivid dream. The best dream ever, in fact.
    She noticed her dress, the one she’d worn to Oscar’s Tavern last night, lying across a chair. It was in perfect shape — not a single tear, every button in place. She hadn’t had that much to drink, had she? Could she have possibly imagined such a thing?
    She felt the soreness again, the undeniable ache between her legs that said otherwise. And there was a vague taste in her mouth, a hint of that incredible taste from her dream. But still… there was absolutely no trace of Z.
    She stepped out of bed and looked at her naked body. No telltale marks, no purple stains on her breasts. In fact, she felt fresh, as if she’d been bathed.
    This was really fucking weird. And where the hell was Darwin?
    “Darwin! Here, kitty kitty!”
    Amy heard a faint noise from the bedroom closet. Its door was open just a few inches.
    She looked inside. “Darwin? Are you in here?”
    Something rustled in the corner, behind a shoebox. Darwin’s head popped up. When he refused to budge any further, Amy reached in to pick him up, and he even resisted that.
    Darwin trembled in her arms as she brought him out into the light.
    “What’s wrong with my little man?” She murmured. “Are you okay?”
    Amy glanced at the dress again. She set the cat down and watched him race back into the closet.
    She picked up the dress and studied it. There was not a tear anywhere. Regardless of what her body was telling her, there had been no ripped dress. And no alien in her bed last night.
    Just as she began to consider the possibility that someone slipped her something at the bar and that the rest was a product of her own vivid imagination, a splash of color across the room caught her attention. She felt the skin on her neck crawl and her mind reeled.
    There on her dresser was a beautiful bouquet of flowers, all spectacularly in bloom.
    “Those were dead last night,” Amy said aloud. In fact, they’d been dead for a couple of weeks. Now, though, they were alive — brilliantly so.
    She stood staring at the flowers.
    “How could that be poss…”
    Amy smiled, then began to giggle. She ran to the dresser,