Jim quickly realized that the tall humanoid with four arms and eight large breasts was in bed beside him. Now that he had the opportunity, he took one moment to appreciate the pattern of her breasts. Left to himself, he might have designed an eight-breasted woman with two rows of four across, or two columns of four down, but in fact this alien had a slightly diagonal arrangement worthy of a wine rack (so to speak), with three on top, three below, and two nestled neatly between the cleavages of the upper and lower triple racks.
Jim found the arrangement so fascinating that it took her clearing her throat to oblige him to actually face her. A wry expression creased her lovely face.
"How did you, a complete stranger, know what exciting foreplay it is for us females to shake hands? Many aliens find that hard to believe."
As do I, Jim nearly said, but kept quiet. "I just had an ...instinct."
"Your instinct was excellent!" she purred -- humanly, not at all in too feline a way. "It's so easy for our civilization to overlook stimulation of all four hands, but you actually took the time and effort to shake all four of mine. It was very intimate, and so bold of you, too, to just come over and do it, it was very, mmmmm -- erotic!"
"Hey, we humans are good for more than foreplay," he boasted.
"Oh really?" She wantonly reached down with one hand and checked his package, and her eyes went round. "Human! Your endowment is HUGE! It makes the males of my species feel like some tiny toy! Oh, if only I had known this about you Earth males!"
Jim knew he wasn't anything particularly special, so he could only feel empathy for a race of tall lovely four-armed eight-breasted hotties who could not even be serviced properly by their own males. It was a truly cosmic injustice -- and as he gently attacked her eight breasts, he was intent upon correcting it ...
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