An Intimate Moment

[Hozzel]

An Intimate Moment
by Hozzel

 

They spy each other across the noisy, crowded room. She turns away briefly then shyly looks back.

So different! Tall, broad shoulders and narrow hips, hands with thick fingers; oddly dressed, skin far darker than any she has ever seen before. And wait, there appear to be no breasts, or possibly they are so small as to not protrude. Alone in the corner of the crowded pub, clearly out of place, a stranger in a strange world, nervously fingering a blue and yellow striped drink. This person must be alien. Yes, that's it, from the visiting starship. Perfect!

There. There's an awkward smile and a shy look away.

She dimples and tips her head, exposing long her pale neck. Her hand touches her throat. She leaves the bar and weaves through the gaily and scantily dressed crowd.

In moments she stands before, ah, him. Him! Yes, that's it. This offworlder must be male. Pronouns change.

Taller than herself, she scents an aura of something ancient and unknown. His network signature is completely silent and he smells odd, but not unpleasant. Her imagination fires: she has encountered his kind before but no one not quite like him either.

Mysterious lust stirs within her.

His kind is her secret perverted heart's desire.

Murmurs nearby dissipate. From a quick gaeanet query she knows they find him distasteful, and several ask why she even has an interest. Has she no shame? Indeed, a few admonish her for her sinful thoughts and feelings. Perverted scum! She ignores their requests and judgements. He is here!

But why? Why this place in particular? She had heard crew were not permitted on her world – perfectly acceptable as far as the loose administration is concerned. The crew might find her beautiful, unique type of human as offensive as most of her kind found them. How did he get here?

He is not offensive to her whatsoever. He is beautiful, and beauty is alluring. Indeed, the attraction within her is strong.

His shy smile distracts her.

Her leg deliberately moves toward him and her ankle-length jacket opens to reveal black stretched microskirt and slick knee-length striped boots. She hopes her exposed pale legs between boottop and hem excite him. She places a hand on her arched hip, elbow bent, and further widens her jacket. She sees him nervously glance at her loose blousette, its deep V-front is open wide down to her navel. He spies her half exposed breasts. Yes!

His eyes widen, his smile twitches then the faint lines around his eyes crinkle in slight mirth. Beneath his own short jacket, he wears a chameleon shirt that is now hued dark blood red, shot with changing streaks of other colours. Curiosity? Sex? His intelligent blue eyes travel down again then back up. His grin widens, accepting, warm, inviting, clearly pleased.

Her own dark eyes stare into his and, in that magical moment, she feels his soul. It invites, calls to her own, delicious, enticing, welcoming but also somewhat troubled and turbulent. But his round face is kind.

She realizes he is quite young.

She blinks, briefly touches his unusually flat chest, purses her thin lips.

He says something but she cannot hear due to the thundering music and constant voices.

Scantly brushing his inner thigh, her arm hooks his. She leads him quietly through the noise toward the exit. Feminine bodies, lurid and bright colours, intricate patterns assault them. Undulating dancers part briefly. Painted faces slip, look, stare. Some glare but here, there, she sees interest, curiosity, once abject lust. She is pinged many times but chooses to ignore the invitations.

They escape the throng.

The night street blazes with rushing vehicles trumpeting between tall buildings. Huge colourful holos and signs advertise and allure. Moving images, 3D virtuals, explosive advertising puffscents abound. The warm wind whips their coats, sends ripples along the wet walkway.

She mentally casts through gaeanet to her family, informing them of her interest and intent, then organizes a location. She leans and says to him. "I've arranged a room close by."

"Great." He a deep voice with a strange accent. "Where are we going? Will it be fun?"

She pats his hand. "Very fun. Let's go." She places one foot carefully before the other as they quick step.

His thoughts are hidden but she imagines him thinking: Where have you been all my life? My god, I'm so hard! Should I be doing this?

And she herself thinks: He's just perfect. I cannot help myself. I have yearned for this my entire life. My body is stimulated, profoundly ready. But I must be cautious. I cannot scare him away.

Her coat flaps, billows her top open, exposes her bare breasts to his glimpse. He sees her nipples hard with anticipation and looks away. It is okay, what is the problem? Oh, a nudity [banned word]? Smiling, not understanding his obvious embarrassment, she hesitates before shrugging the coat closed.

The nearby hotel's transparent lift silently rises. She presses against him, squeezes her thighs around one of his thick legs, snuggles her head. Her breath catches his ear, her tongue flicks, she hums. He squirms and breathes. Her hand reaches down but too soon the lift stops.

Down the hallway, her fingers tap the lock and the wall dissolves into a dark archway.

Even before it fades back to wall, she pins him to the wall inside the room with her hands on his shoulders; her body slides and grinds on his. She laughs, teeth glowing as the lightstrip around the edge of the ceiling automatically flickers on. Their breaths are already heavy, urgent. He grunts as she presses him against the wall. Her lips brush his. She pushes a knee between his legs, urgent pressure on his crotch. Yes, she feels it, different, bulgy, strange, horribly unusual yet strongly alluring. The reason for all this, in fact. She grins widely as she feels his extreme engorgement roll against her stomach. Heat flushes through her tall, thin body.

They kiss. Lips explore lips, tongues lovingly caress each other, breaths inhale and gasp. She feels his strong hands roam her back. She parts her coat and allows him to gently widen her top. He smiles and his fingers slide on her bare skin. She shrugs; her coat and blousette slip down, off. Her breasts are fully exposed, puffed, obviously in need. She squirms. Her body trembles in delightful sparklettes just from the kissing alone and the feel of his inquisitive hands.

"Stay," she whispers.

She lightly kisses his throat. Her fingers trace a line down his chest and his shirt automatically parts. His belt unsnaps at her touch. Bending her knees, her tongue touches the edge of her mouth as her hands fumble on his pants. Looking up to his eyes, grinning with naughty promise, she drops his trousers and playfully sniggers as his swollen member flops out then up.

Her mouth opens. She hesitates. His unusual penis is thicker than the countless others of her kind which she has enjoyed, and skin covers the end. It stiffens further as she touches it with her left fingers. Thin fuzzy hair sprouts just above the base. How strange, she thinks. She regards it all thoughtfully, considers what she's about to do, the enormous step she's about to take. Deciding, she parts her blue painted lips.

He quivers.

His rod curves upwards. His hands slap the wall.

"Wha –"

Her own body shakes again as she uses her tongue to gently roll his foreskin back, exposing an enlarged purple crown. She nuzzles the round head, and holding the stem between straight fingers, gently blows on it. Against her cheek it feels oh so heavenly, engorged, hot. She kisses it, glides her lips around the smooth head, feels him jerk and jerk again. She giggles then takes the length of him slowly further into her mouth. She rubs the head on the roof, he squirms and gasps as she suddenly sucks hard. So wonderful! Her tongue lashes him and he groans more. Her head bobs as she alternates between sucking and licking. Her noises, his heavy breathing and the outside gusts shuddering the window are the only sounds.

The crown is so different from the rest, and, removing him from her mouth, she sees veins along the fat stem. Her gaeanet query informs her this was once normal among the original settlers, before the Great Change.

His hands find her short inkblack hair, fingers run lovingly through it. His breathing labours.

Her round breasts heave with each of her strong breaths, and she can feel her excited body react to his alien smell, his strange taste, his thick fullness, his being, and what she is doing to him. Down below, right there, she is wet.

His open shirt now glows a solid bright red.

His skin is smooth and dark, festooned with soft hairs. He has no breasts and his areola and nipples are tiny. She touches one and he jumps. She fastens her mouth back on the rubbery pole, sucks and licks at the same time.

"Oh!" he suddenly exclaims. "That's…"

His fingers spread wide as his hands curl through her hair: short on one side and the back, straight and pointed long, down the right side of her face, an ancient asymmetrical style, evocative toward rude.

Her tension builds; his body shakes, her head moves back and forth.

"Um, not yet. Not yet! No!"

But it is too late.

"Aaag," he chokes.

His body tenses, muscles clench.

His cock pulses.

She squeezes and sucks very hard as he jets multiple times. Gagging briefly, she jerks her head back. It tastes salty, not sweet. But never mind, good manners require taking his gift properly.

"Oh my!" she suddenly cries, startled.

Her own body and voice react forcefully. Never before has she ever had an orgasm by simply giving fellatio. She pulls back, grips his pulsating cock tightly in a vain attempt to curb his diminishing flow. But she cries out, "Ohf!" releases him, allowing drops to splatter her neck and chest.

His cock jerks in her hand, jerks again, and again.

She returns, delights in her accomplishment, squeezes him hard once more, denying his release while she rubs the fluid on her pale skin and over her breasts.

She looks up at him, her lower lip beneath upper teeth like a naughty young one. Delighted, she releases her grasp and his final squirt lands on her cheek. With her right finger she pops it into her mouth.

She barely suppresses a giggle.

She licks him again then rises to her full height, her head even with his own. Her mouth seeks his again and they kiss hungrily. She pushes his shirt off his shoulders and rubs her stiff nipples against his bare chest.

Her breathing is almost as heavy as his. Her blood feels as if it boils. She is ready, needy, urgent.

She rolls her skirt to her waist, parts slender legs, raises on toes, presses his cock to the right place between. He gasps, his eyes widen. She is bare beneath her skirt, which she guesses he did not realize. Gently, she finds the right spot, briefly rubs herself on him, and then, grasping firmly, she inserts him, holding him teasingly just inside while she savours the carnal feeling. He thrusts suddenly and, with a sigh of satisfaction, she feels him slide in all the way.

Clamping him with her inner muscles and thighs, she shoves him hard against the wall – he groans and closes his eyes – and she kisses him again, brushing her tongue across his. She grips his arms, pins herself against him. Her hips move and she fucks him with a strength and power belied by her thin shape. She feels his length slide in and out with each of her thrusts. He returns her movements, tries to push her, take control, but each time she thuds him back against the wall, refusing his dominance. They play this game for minutes. Her thoughts flash as the warmth rises from her hard bud while it waits for release. She kisses him again and continues kissing, minute after minute, slap after loud belly slap, muffled moan after moan, until, without warning, he twists and cries out once more.

She feels his cock jump.

She has timed herself perfectly: her head throws back and she cannot help but shout as her own second and far more powerful orgasm quakes.

When a mere breathless minute has passed, when they are panting and glowing and she is smiling wide and he is stunned but still coupled inside her, she takes his head between her palms, kisses him again, and says softly into his ear, "I love you."

She leans back, holds him with straight arms, stares at his strange face. His dark brown eyes look as human as her green. He is not alien: merely ancient.

The desire to push into him grows within her; her bud strains for release.

"Come," she breathes. "My turn."

His look questions but they part and stumble. On her mental command a large bed morphs from the floor, made and ready, covered in soft dark velvet. Warm, inviting. She pushes: he bounces onto his back. She quickly removes the remainder of her clothes then crawls next to him.

She kisses him.

His eyes dart from her face to her breasts and then back to her face, seemingly not knowing where to focus. He reaches, cups a breast, lifts it, explores its shape and pointed tip.

She smiles, amused at his nervousness and shudders at the snapping sensations.

Sucking in her lower lip and pulling away, she eagerly pulls the rest of his clothes off.

His body is so unusual! He is bulkier, muscles and veins show readily. Her fingers trace. There are no rounded, protruded breasts. Nis nipples and areolas are tiny and pink. His arms, chest, legs and groin sprout thin hairs, his hips are narrow, shoulders broad. His cock, now flaccid, is not retracted. Below, his testicles (she recalls the old term) are nestled between his thighs, little fleshy bulges, containers of holy genetic fluid, incompatible with hers. Of a vaginal slit, not a sign. His legs are thick and muscled as well.

She bends, sucks a nipple.

"Ouch."

She looks at him.

"Is this alright?"

He nods, thankful that gesture is universal, thankful their language similar enough.

She touches his limp penis and says, "Can you pump it up? Can we continue?"

He chuckles. "Have to wait to recharge."

"Really?"

His accent is beautiful.

She sends an excited message through the gaeanet to her cluster family and then through a secure, restricted node to a few special friends, those who, like her, defy convention and common wisdom and yearn to meet one such as she just has, a man from the stars. She gloats as one immediate reply gleans of jealousy. Several warn but are thrilled at the same time. Members of her cluster approve what they have witnessed and felt so far, surprised he has not been like the predicted monster.

She regards his penis, amazed and disappointed he does not stay hard. She kisses down his stomach, pops his cock into her mouth, sucks until she is disappointed then she rolls onto her back, arms open, legs bent and apart.

She instructs the gaeanet to record this encounter and pass it on to her cluster and those special, sinful friends.

Thankful replies flutter.

"Me, please," she says to her starman, "make me filthy hard."

He looks at her quizzically, tips his head, then turns and touches her breast. Her dark nipple crinkles. He stretches, tentatively licks then sucks it. She shivers.

"Oh, that's wonderful."

"It is?"

"Mmmm..."

His hand settles on her leg then her hairless mound. His finger digs, locates her vagina and presses in, searches, finds a spot and rubs as he continues to suck her nipple.

She coos and arches her back.

He works his way down her smooth body until his mouth is where his dark hand explores. Slowly he uses his tongue. From the hesitant way he moves, she realizes he is clearly an inexperienced lover. How have his people even survived?

When his tongue brushes it, she feels her bud pop through.

"Hey," he mutters, startled.

He bends, kisses it, sucks then jerks back, sits straight up.

"That's –"

Her bud expands, inflates, elongates, becomes thicker, longer, grows and grows. It is as long and thick as his had been but the entire surface is glans: purple, smooth, incredibly sensitive. Fully inflated, it is very hard indeed. Increasing moisture dots its entire surface, self-lubricating, ready for insertion.

He stares sharply. Knuckles touch his lips, jaw flexes.

"Um, wow. What's that!"

She feels his shock.

"You didn't know?" she says, surprised. "No one told you?"

He shakes his head.

"Come on," she says gently. "It's fine. Suck me. It'll be good, I promise."

He blinks and says, "Are you a freak of some kind?"

Anger flashes through her for a moment but messages of love and encouragement, visions of sex with clustermates and others sooth understanding. He doesn't know. How could he?

"No, this is how all of us are here. This is normal. You're ... different. Please. Suck me."

"I –" he leans back "– all right, I guess."

His mouth surrounds her exposed cock. He hesitates then clamps down and draws a breath. Making a face, he pulls back, blinks.

"Go ahead, you can touch it. It'll feel good. I promise."

His fingers slide along the length; she shivers.

"That's awfully nice."

He looks at her, smiles. "You taste ... different. Sweet, sugary."

"Yes."

"Not like me."

"No. Continue, please."

He tries other things and, pleased, he returns his mouth to her cock, holds himself there, swirls his tongue on her, flicks the tip then sucks.

"Oh, that is so nice. More."

She closes her eyes, balls her fists, feels his passion and awkward interest. He continues to suck and lick, suck and lick. She becomes more firm as his confidence grows.

"That's it. Yes! Yes!"

Her feelings build quickly again and minutes later she cries out once more.

His head snaps back as she spurts five shots onto his face. Immediately, caringly, she sits up and licks her fluid gift.

"Now, I would like to top you," she says.

"You want to fuck again? But I'm not hard."

She laughs. "But I am!" She leans down, looks at his rear, probes with her hand. "Where's your slit? I can top you!"

"I – " He hesitates, pulls back. "I – don't have one like you. I'm a male. What are you?"

"You don't? Oh." She frowns but her feelings for him are strong. "I, uh, can still top you. In your ass. Perfectly normal. Can we, please?"

His face works strangely as he imagines and considers. She touches his leg. She is perplexed but she thinks she understands. She queries and learns that, perhaps in his culture, analsex may be considered a sin instead of normal. How barbaric! she thinks. Sins are to be conquered and tamed, pleasure and kindness rewarded.

"I don't know," he says. "Look, I've never done it that way. Not that I'm opposed to it or anything. There are guys on the ship who do – some women, too, I've heard – but, I didn't expect what you are... I didn't know. I thought you were all women here. Maybe that's why they told us not to come down. Told us you hated men. I assumed you reproduced artificially but now ..."

"What am I, do you think?" She hugs her knees, feels her strong erection between her legs, watches his face intently.

"I don't know!" He looks away, embarrassed at his ignorance. "Um, are you a woman or a man?"

She laughs. "Oh, I see! The ancients, yes, two sexes, like animals. That's what it is! Well, I am both, we are both, and we call ourselves people, girls, women sometimes. Men is a generic term but I've never heard anyone called a male or a 'man'. We're both genders. We're just us as we are, how we were originally made. Anyway ..."

She deeply dimples again, lowers her legs, reaches for him.

He says, "Hermaphrodites." His finger swirls on her erect post.

She laughs again and nods. "My goodness, you really don't know, do you?" She shakes her head, "A thousand years ago Alice Hollaway made us like this. Her vision shaped us into a society that has been at peace all that time. All of us are both sexes and we enjoy either top or bottom roles." She laughs. "Or any role!" Laughs again. "Sex is so important! Is it not so with you on the ship?"

She playfully pokes him, pauses, then continues, "We are here to make others happy. That's one of the edicts, a law Alice gave us, and she designed our brains and our bodies to do that. Sex is central to everything we do. I understand it isn't so on other worlds."

He places a hand on her leg, runs fingertips along. She feels the tingles, her cock flexes, wanton and eager.

"No, it isn't. On every planet I've seen, there've been men and women, two sexes, even if they've been adapted or evolved or changed their bodies to some other form. They told us this planet was strange, that we would not be welcome. But I'd heard stories, about parties and things, orgies, free sex and I, well, I just had to find out."

"How did you arrive? Wouldn't they have checked the shuttle?"

"Teleport," he says. "I stowed away in a container."

He looks at the top of his left hand, at a faint abstract outline. "I deactivated the com so they can't trace me. My dad would be furious."

"Your ... dad?"

"Um, male mother."

"Oh, father."

"Brother of the captain."

Her mouth opens, closes. She did not realize her man from the stars was related to the captaincy. Starship royalty.

He says, "People have to be genetically modified to live on many planets, probably most. The metallicy here, for example, is higher than Earth-norm. The carbon dioxide level is a tad high, too, but bearable. Solar luminosity slightly less, redder. I can't stay here for very long unless I have supplements and other things. And your 21 hour day would screw with my circadian cycle although I could eventually adapt to that." He snorts. "No wonder they didn't want us to come down. Do you always have sex this easily with strangers?"

"Strangers?" she says. "Everyone here is connected. Except you. And, yes, why not?"

"If you have sex this easily with strangers, they'd have a fit. On the ship, that is."

"Easily?" she says. "Sex is what binds society together. We greet with sex, we play, we learn, we feel. We love each other."

"So most of those people in the pub ..."

"I expect so, probably. Why not? Why do I sense there is something wrong."

She reaches, touches his leg.

"How do you deal with fights? What happens when someone gets out of line?"

"Oh, that. Well, we fuck them, make sure they know they're cared for and have nothing to fear. Gaeanet may intervene. Or a cluster gangs up on them, has them over for a party." She sighs. Information intrudes. "Ah. I believe our body chemistry is different to yours. Makes us more cooperative, peaceful while still very sexual."

"Well, that's certainly different than on Earth."

She sits up, excited. Her hands flutter. "Earth? Are you from Earth?"

"No, no, I was born on the ship, but I can trace my ancestry back to there. A place called New Zealand, I think, and before that Africa. Our webship first left from Earth's system two thousand years ago and everyone on board is humanstandard. We do not modify much."

"Wow, that's amazing. You don't even have net implants, do you?"

He looks quizzically at her, shakes his head. "Whatever that is."

She slides next to him, places her arm around him, looks into his eyes, sucks in her lower lip.

"You poor ... man. That's why I can't read you," she says. "Everyone here has them. We have complete empathy for each other's feelings."

"You do? You can read each other's minds?"

She laughs. "Of course not. They only hear what I choose to send. Anyway," she continues, "I am basically a girl, I guess you would say. I've never had children and I don't know if I ever will. But I can make them, too, if I so choose. We all can."

He blinks.

She touches his arm. "I think it's alright. I'm currently sterile, I can't get pregnant. I doubt your DNA would mix with mine anyway and I've had all my meds."

He lets out a breath.

"Mednanos, I gather. That's good to hear. You know, I saw children at the zoo." She kisses his shoulder. "They were happy. And all the adults were mothers. In fact, everyone I've seen looks female. I wasn't sure what to think. I must've really stuck out."

"I know, I heard about you."

"You did?"

"Yes."

"So it wasn't a coincidence you were at that pub?"

She dimpled. "Not really."

"We were told this was a planet of women and men're locked up somewhere as slaves. That's why they didn't want me to go down. Said I'd be captured. Is that true?"

She laughs.

He just looked at her.

"Oh. Really, that's just silly. Why would they want to stop you from knowing the truth? People don't get locked up. Oh, wait ..." Her body snuggles into his, she gently takes hold of his cock.

He shrugs, reaches, touches her breast then erection, slides his fingers along its length.

"Well," she says, "what you have captured is my heart."

"Really?"

"Oh yes."

She kisses him then asks, "What about the zoo?"

"Yes. I try to do that when planetside. Zoos are a good way to quickly learn a lot about a world. On the ship, when I'm not doing propulsion, one of my other duties is to look after the farm. Everyone does that at one time or another. Your zoo isn't very large. But, your creatures, your plants, they're as interesting and varied as any anywhere. I particularly liked the Loraz."

She smiles. "Yes, they're very beautiful. They make nice pets, too, unless they're in season in which case they have to be dealt with."

"Dealt with?"

She nods. "A Loraz in heat requires constant sex. We take turns but I once topped a Loraz ten times in a row. And we don't keep that many native animals in the zoo. Most of the animals outside are dangerous."

"Ah," he says, "that's why your three cities are surrounded by walls. And I thought it was to keep the men out!"

They laugh and she shoves him. She tickles him – his legs bend – her head lays on his shoulder. She gently strokes his leg, his torso, touches his penis from time to time. Her own remains hard, ready. Her body is still pumped, primed, eager.

Voices from the net whisper encouragement into her mind, and curiosity, desire to feel what she feels, taste what she tastes, hear what she hears, view what she sees. The perverse yearn for more. The normal advise caution but accept her love.

She whispers, "Why can't you keep topping?"

He pats her hand. "I have to recharge. Don't you have to do that after you, uh, come? It was amazing that I went twice in a row with you. If you keep up what you're doing, though, I might be, uh, ready soon."

"It just seems strange that you have to wait." She strokes.

"You can do it a lot?"

"One day I came over a hundred times. It doesn't matter, though, it's the feelings that count and the pleasure and happiness we can give each other moment by moment."

He looks stunned, clearly in awe. "A ... hundred ... times ..."

And in that she had an inkling why the ancients may have had so many conflicts, why they did not resolve problems or greet each other with sex as her people believed they should.

She looks down shyly. "I can give to you, you can give to me. That's what it is all about. Humans were evolved for this."

"They why do we fight?"

"Faulty evolution, maybe. The Lahm make mistakes, too, and they're even more sexual than humans. We just needed a bit of help from Alice to sort things out."

They both lay in silence. The window rattles as wind batters.

"What is your name?" he asks.

"Sanalita-manom-harl-kwinlin-Roberts."

"Roberts?" he laughs.

"Everyone calls me Lita. What's yours?"

"Per –"

She kisses him again.

"– Perin."

"Hmmm...Perin. That's nice. Any other parts?"

"Perin Freeman."

"Do you all look like this? On the ship?"

"Male?"

"No, silly. Your skin? Dark? Brown?"

"Yes, petty much. Shades vary. People on other ships, other worlds vary, too."

"Yes, I am aware of that. Some have gone pretty extreme."

"They have."

They cuddle for minutes, explore each other's bodies with their hands, lips, tongues. She touches him there and then there and he trembles.

"What's it like in space?"

"It's, uh, well, I don't know. How to I say it?"

She touches him there again, smiles at his reaction.

"What's it like? Tell me, please."

"Nothing special. It's home. I have a flat and do my jobs and we all keep everything running. Captain Freeman is my uncle, my, um, father's brother. Yes? The ships ... do you know about gypsyships? No? It started as an asteroid, hollowed, layered, spun for gravity. Instead of hyperdrive, big exotic matter hoops warp space, create superspace, and we use subspace energy sails to catch the static surges. The warp negates relativity and inertia. Our power comes from –"

Suddenly she kisses him again.

"I love it that you're from space. I once topped a woman from another starship."

"You did?"

She snickers. "I'm drawn to starpeople. Most of us don't want to know – couldn't you tell in the pub? – but I do. There's a group of us. We keep in touch. You're all so exotic, so utterly fascinating. I bet you've seen plenty of planets."

He smiles and nods. "I have. Many."

"Tell me about them!"

"Oh, well, there's so many. We've done some exploring, researched worlds swallowed by black holes, found a beautiful ringed H-world, with breathable air but the monsters that live on it were just too much." He frowns. "Worlds with life are so rare. The ancients used to think the Galaxy was full of life. Aliens everywhere."

Her excitement mounts as he talks of yonder worlds. "Why would they think that?" she laughs.

"I don't know. Because they didn't know any better. That's all. They hadn't gone out yet. It was not until humans had hyperdrive and then later superspace that we went out and explored and discovered how precious and rare life is, how few worlds there are on which we can walk in the dirt with our bare feet." He giggles. "And stand naked."

She quivers in excitement. This is what she sought. Her man from the stars. His stories, his strangeness. She feels his heart, his soul and knows she has fallen in love. But was it trulove?

"How old are you?" she asks. Her foot rubs his.

"Um, twenty four."

"Really? I'd've thought you much older."

He sucks his lips. "Yes, and no. I was born twenty-four shipyears ago but I guess that'd be a hundred your time. Even with superspace, it takes years to span the void between systems – they're so far apart – and time on ship passes much more slowly than realspace, only days for me but years for you. And ... it's our life. We all have our places, do what we're instructed. That's the way it is. We travel from system to system, trading, moving people, things, learning. It's what we do."

Suddenly she rolls onto him, lays him back onto the bed. Giggling, she kisses him and their tongues search each other again. With her feet, she levers his legs apart. Beneath his 'balls' she presses her urgent cock, seeks his crease, his rear cleavage.

"I really need to top you!"

His eyes are wide, darting, questioning.

"How do we do this? I've never –"

"I'll show you."

She scoots down and takes his cock into her eager mouth. Parting his legs wide, her right hand explores his buttocks while she sucks. She finds his anus, presses her longer finger on it.

He gasps, "Oh my!"

She smiles, lowers her face, opens him with her hands, tries to press her tongue into the sweet closed pucker. She just manages it. Her finger next, probes, works inside. Holding his knees up and wide, she moves her finger in and out, rubs the smooth spot just inside behind his penis. She can feel it swell.

"I learned about this," she says, "this spot. We don't have it now –"

He jerks suddenly. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"– but I guess you do."

His cock begins to renew and strengthen.

She continues stroking, rubbing, stimulating.

He tenses, shakes, gurgles, then cries out as something strong slashes through his body, an intense feeling like an orgasm, but not quite.

She smiles, continues, and shortly another slashes through him.

"I – I can't believe it. It's like I've cum, but I haven't and I can keep going."

After several more she says, "How did that feel?"

"Unbelievable," he replies, winded. "How did you do that?"

"I found some old records." She sucks him briefly, then says, "I think you're ready now."

Levering her body over his, she holds his legs up near his shoulders. Her hardness pokes at that special spot between his buttocks.

He gasps as she enters. His mouth remains open, eyes wide.

She slowly pushes herself into him, as deeply as possible, until she cannot press further. Hooking his legs over her shoulders, she holds herself up with straight arms, lowers her head and kisses shim.

"How is that, my love?"

"I ... it is ... very strange. I feel so full down there. I thought it'd hurt but it doesn't, I'm just filled. Not at all what I expected."

She nuzzles his nose with hers. "That's how it should feel. Here, now, I'll just ..."

She pulls her hips back, feels herself slide out then she presses back in, making sure she and he can savour every movement.

His hands slip, hold her legs, feel her muscles work as her hips drive.

"My starman, my love," she utters. Her head curls back, eyes closed and she begins fucking him.

His hands reach around his legs, hold her driving hips.

They fuck this way for glorious minutes, he utterly surprised at how great it feels.

"Why?" he asks, staring in wonder at her happy face. "Why has this happened to us?"

She does not stop her movements. "Because I wanted it to. Because you're from the stars. Because in my family ... oh!"

He stops moving.

"Your family? You're not single?"

She hesitates then resumes.

"Wait ... I'm almost there. Shhh..."

She fucks harder, faster, feels the sensations and emotion wave through her, build and build until, with a small cry, finally, everything bursts forth. She fills him with many pulses, much longer than he has ever experienced himself, and then she collapses on top of him. But soon she sits back up, smiling, laughing. She withdraws from him.

Her rich fluids leak.

She sees he is now hard again. Pressing his legs down and straight, she straddles his hips and takes his glorious mancock within her once more.

"You have a family? You're married?" he asks.

Her throbbing cock bounces as she moves him back and forth, sliding his delicate hardness within her.

"Of course. Our cluster is small, only twenty two of us. Oh, oh, I'm ... almost there again. It won't take ..."

She pants with each hip thrust. Her swollen breasts heave between her arms, enlarged with her lust. Her body moves, his hips thrust up in tune with hers. Their movements are automatically synchronised. She sees his breathing quicken, feels his heart beat, his soul flash green then yellow then red with passion and lust and intense fire. She watches his face twist and shine as he climbs and climbs. She fucks him faster and harder until he finally crests.

In her mind, through her net, members of her cluster family and members of her secret group feel her orgasms, her pleasure and lust. They resonate with her, join together, accept, and a few even come themselves. They understand her feelings for him, his warmth and humanity, the love she shares, her deep carnal desires as well as her intellectual ones.

As he jams up into her, he shoots and gasps, wide eyed and open mouthed. At the same time, she clamps down on him and her own cock powers once again, spouts arcing, wetting his chest and their loins.

Afterwards, they cuddle and he sleeps quickly.

Her mind fathoms the family's net and she realizes that on the ship he does not receive this perfectly normal, human pleasure. Sex for his people must be something of which to be ashamed, instead of celebrated and revered, shared and worshiped.

After much time her penis retracts, her legs and arms entwine with his. They breathe deeply together.

Hours later, she wakens. Sunlight lances through the window, onto the bed. On their sides, they have become spooned, her ass touches his penis. She glories in the feel of his morning erection. She lifts her leg, finds him and pushes him back inside where he belongs. She snuggles into his body and pulls a strong arm around her.

His wide hand encloses her breast. He massages it.

"I love you," she says and moves her hips.

He slides within her.

He pushes back, but rolls them over so she is on her stomach, legs closed between his. She cannot hide her smile, her pleasure, her achievement. She knows little about him and yet, she knows they should share their life. Her body responds to his movements. His cock slides in and out, faster and harder. She feels his body, his muscles, his weight. She is bounced as he slammed into her.

She greets the morning with a shout as he comes into her once more.

Rolling over, clutching each other, she presses her own sudden erection between his legs, moves her hips, rubs.

"I feel so complete with you! I've notified all my sisters and they're eager to meet you. They want you, too."

He stares wide eyed. "They do?"

"Yes. An ... an, orgy I think you call it. We shall greet you with sex, join you into our cluster, a fun orgy of love and panting. We are ready to accept you with open hearts, arms and legs."

She laughs and tries to fuck her hardness into him.

When she has managed to insert into his anus a small sound tinkles. Tiny, almost imperceptible. With a shocked expression, he leaps off the bed.

"They found me! How? Did you tell anyone who I am?"

"Just my family and those of us who enjoy sex with starpeople."

"Oh, fuck. You know what's happened? Someone blabbed. They found me. See this?"

He holds out his arm. The tattoo glows red.

"They fuckin' tracked me down. I don't want to go! I love you, Lita!"

She reaches.

"Perin!"

Another bleep. He steps, stumbles. A rainbow archway appears behind him and three dark objects with snaking metallic tentacles grasp his body and pull him through the rainbow. All in a second. The rainbow winks and he is gone.

Smiling, feeling incredibly turned on, she grasps her aching solid cock and pumps vigorously. The encounter went well and she loved him as she should.

Her friends in the underground cluster are elated.

They tune into her, feel her rising crescendo, come with her when it breaks loud. They gasp relief with her coming. They live her feelings, understand her loss and theirs, and ready themselves for another day.

"Come home," they ask and yearn. "Come home, Lita. We're here for you."

 

XXX

This short story was written April 2007 and originally released on asstr in a different form.  I love to hear from readers and enjoy exchanging real life experiences and fantasies. Hozzel.