I swallowed hard, it felt like I had a lump in my throat. This was it. That was the invitation. It was on me to start this. I had never actually touched a man, but I began reaching out towards a man from another planet, possessed by some desire that was as foreign to me as he was.
My hand trembled as it bridged the gap between our bodies. I reached to his abs first and drew my hands along them, reaching for the fabric over his lower body. They weren’t exactly pants, and pulled away very easily. I leaned over as I removed them, excited to see his dick for the first time.
I looked down and couldn’t believe what I saw. He was small. It appeared to be the size of a normal human penis, but given the circumstances this made it seem like a twig. I tried to hide the disappointment, but failed.
“What is wrong, did I not do something?” He asked.
I shook my head, worried I had come too far and that I was being too shallow to turn back now. I reached down and touched it. I had no human equivalent to compare it to, but I didn’t have long to examine it anyway.
Almost the second I made contact, it began to extend. My heart started racing again and my hairs stood on end as I watched. My disappointment faded away quickly. As it reached its full size, my vagina started to throb. My excitement quickly returned.
I wasn’t sure what to do next, but as it turns out I didn’t need to do anything. He was like a homing missile. Within seconds I felt his long dick burrowing inside of me. As it entered, I saw the tip narrow. I wasn’t expecting this, but was grateful. I had been concerned about my ability to handle his size.
I stared down in amazement as he narrowed the part entering me to the size of a pencil in order to slide in easily. This seemed to defeat the purpose of having such a magnificent cock, I thought, until it began to widen again after entering me fully.
He slowly moved in and out, widening with each stroke, as my vagina also widened to accommodate him. As I found myself fully aroused, his penis continued to push outward until he was filling my vagina completely. He pushed against every part of me, leaving nothing untouched.
An indescribable pleasure shot through my body. Every nerve ending I had tingled, electricity radiating from between my legs. He pushed upwards with it with so hard it began to lift me, before abruptly pushing down in the opposite direction. The same thing continued until he shifted to pushing side to side.
Along with the remarkable movements, the intense warmth that came from him only intensified the pleasure. My back was arched now, and I dug my fingers into the couch like object I had been laying on. I could not contain myself and began breathing very heavily. The breaths slowly turned to moans as he continued.
Before long, I felt the pleasure coming in stronger and longer waves, completely encompassing my body. My moans became louder as my breathing continued to intensify. Finally I yelled out as an orgasm overcame me. Until this point, all the orgasms I had ever experienced were self-created. This one blew those out of the water.
He slid himself out and asked if that had been good.
“So good.” I then realized I hadn’t been doing anything for him. “What should I be doing?”
“I like the noises. And when you squeeze. I really like when you squeeze. You are much tighter than our women.”
He gave me a moment to compose myself, then asked if I was ready to start again. He said he had many tricks to show me that he thought I would like.
The first one he showed me can only be described as a jackhammer. We started just as before, with him sliding inside me then slowly expanding. This time the motion he went with was simple, pushing in and pulling out again, just like sex seems to be with all humans.
The difference is the speed he was able to achieve. At first he was moving in and out at the speed eager humans do after they have been without sex for too long, but then he just kept coming faster. I felt him sliding in and out of me and the sensations that shot through my body were overwhelming for a while.
There was so much pleasure, it almost felt like pain. I was having a hard time breathing, so I shifted to my hands and knees. He quickly resumed his previous thrusting speed which had my whole body violently rocking back and forth. My breasts slammed against the bottom of my chin with each thrust before bouncing back in the other direction.
By the time he reached his maximum speed, there was no separating him from a jackhammer other than the fact that the tool being shoved into me was a hot, muscular cock. At a certain point, I could no longer distinguish between the individual thrusts. Everything blended into one sensation of pleasure stimulation that continued to grow.
Again, I felt my body giving in to the pleasure as another orgasm built. As I succumbed to another, I felt my body go weak and my arms collapsed, unable to withstand the onslaught of sensations washing over me.
I laid face down on the couch for a few moments.
“Would you like to try another?”
I felt slightly guilty. I was feeling so good and he had yet to finish himself, but it was hard to dwell on this. I had never felt this good in my life, and I was thoroughly enjoying it.
I had him wait a few minutes to give me some time to catch my breath before starting again. I tried stroking him with my hands, but he did not seem to understand this so I stopped.
The next move we tried I’ve come to call the corkscrew. Just like the first two times, the beginning was the same. He slowly entered me while keeping himself narrow. I cannot describe how nice this is. I don’t know what it's like for a human dick to slide in fully wide to begin with, but I have to imagine this is better.
Instead of expanding, this time he began swirling his dick in a circle. I couldn’t see anything, but it felt more like a spinning corkscrew than a wand being waved in circles, if that makes sense. I felt him touching every side at me at once. His tip reached far into the back, then spun around and around the inside of my vagina like a snake. The feeling is hard to describe. The alternating locations of pressure make for a very interesting result. Each time part passed over the ridged area on the front wall of my vagina, extreme pleasure shot through me. The spinning sensation made my head spin as well. I felt like I was on an amusement park ride, only this was 100 times better than any ride you can find at a park.
Again, I couldn’t stop myself from orgasming long enough to let him finish. I tried to hold it in, waiting him out, put I couldn’t. With my body on pleasure overload, I began screaming even louder as this one had me feeling like I did back in the bar when I heard my name called, nearly passing out.
My body felt like a puddle of goo. It had experienced pleasures unknown to it before this day, pleasures unknown to almost every human body in the history of our species. I still felt guilty. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer before I had to call it quits for the day. I couldn’t take much more.
I decided to try and be as sexy as possible, even though I had no idea what I was doing. From the porn I had watched and from listening to my friends, men seemed to like when women ask them to cum.
I was feeling dirty and extremely turned on, and wanted to actually feel him cum. I thought a moment about the dangers of this, but figured there likely were none due to the differences between us. On top of this, I had always kept good track of my ovulation, and knew any possibility for pregnancy had just passed.
I got to my knees and pulled him down to me. As his head lowered next to mine I whispered, “It’s your turn. I want you to finish. I want to feel you finish.”
He looked shocked. “Are you sure about this?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Please.”
“If you are sure.”
He pushed his way inside me again. The thrusts came harder this time. I thought about what he had said earlier, and began squeezing against him.
Up until this point, his body hadn’t been very active in the process, but now he got on top of me. The pressure building inside me as he expanded continued past any point he had gone previously. I felt like I was a balloon being filled to the br
ink of popping.
Mixtures of pleasure and pain shot through me. This wasn’t the pure pleasure I had been feeling earlier. This toed the line, but for some reason I was enjoying this fact. The noises that erupted from within me were low and sexual, noises I had never made before in my life. I wouldn’t have been able to make them if I tried, they were entirely involuntary.
He seemed to love this, and continued with a fervent passion. I tried squeezing against him, but I was already stretched so far that my muscles had little control anymore. His thrusting continued to come harder and harder, until grunts began coming in unison with them.
As the grunts grew in volume, I could tell he was getting close to finishing. His speed slowed, but the strength of each thrust only increased. I was experiencing more pain than pleasure now, but was weirdly still savoring every moment of it.
Finally he began to bellow and I felt his hot liquid shoot inside me. He continued to thrust as it shot out, filling me entirely. I could not believe the amount. His orgasm continued for what felt like hours but was actually just a minute or two, still much longer than what I had expected.
The amount of cum he shot in that amount of time was unbelievable. It seeped out of me, covering my legs and the couch below me. It was hot and sticky but quickly hardened, making it difficult to remove.
As he finally finished, he laid down beside me. “I can’t believe we just did that.” I really couldn’t believe this either.
I purred. “I know, that was amazing.”
“I wasn’t expecting to move so fast.”
I playfully shoved him, thinking he was joking. “It was your idea. You started it!”
“Oh, I’m happy, I just can’t believe I’ll be a father. You’re right though, it did feel amazing.” He rolled to look at me, grinning.
I laughed nervously, unable to tell if what he said was a joke. It was looking more and more like he was serious. I couldn’t comprehend what he meant, so I just blurted out, “I’m not pregnant am I? Why are you a father?”
I had no idea what piece of information I was missing, but the look on his face immediately conveyed that I was. I could just tell.
“When we finish inside, our seed always finds a home. Is this not the case for you?” I still rebelled against the idea. I surely had heard him wrong. This whole thing was just a bad dream. I was probably still stuck on the spacecraft, probably down for a long sleep.
After a few panic attacks, a bout of hyperventilation, a little bit of anger, and a lot of unwillingness to accept the truth, he finally managed to calm me down. We talked about it a while, and he explained that he was ready to make me his Princess if I wanted that.
When he said that, I again began to reel. Part of me thought things were moving way to fast. I had known this man for a few hours. He was amazing, and I legitimately liked him, but how was I supposed to know if I wanted to marry him.
I started thinking about the alternatives. The whole time he helped talk me through my options. He was calm, understanding, and still extremely sexy.
My life had already changed so much in the last few months, and even more so in the last few hours that I decided to just go with it. He was so genuine, so nice, and so good at sex. I wish the third one didn’t matter, but it was certainly a plus.
It was a plus that I continued to enjoy. He was ready and willing to get me off at just about any whim I had. He was the most fulfilling person I had ever talked to, which helped make the sex even more incredible. I went from a virgin who avoided sex my entire life to a complete sex addict. The pleasures he was able to deliver to me would make any woman feel and act the same.
About a month after that first night, I realized that he was in fact right. His seed must have waited for an egg to present itself, because I could feel the changes in my body. I was carrying the first child between our two races, a monumental event in the history of the universe I expect.
I was soon made an official part of the royal family, having officially accepted his offer to be his bride. Life is good here.
Especially the sex.
Story Sixteen
“This is the end of the road for you.” Galina Delarosa said to the lovely young woman staring back at her from the shiny reflective surface of the tiny space carrier’s outer hull. Her deep blue eyes were misty, dark hair set firmly in a tight braid, and her sleek bodysuit delineated every tantalizing curve of her young body. She couldn’t have looked more appealing than a juicy lamb set up for slaughter.
The year 2215 had just begun and everything on Earth was just the same as it had been for the last hundred or so years. Exhausted of its natural resources, the population of the planet relied on raw materials from its various space stations and settlements around the Solar System. The sector M-69 also known as Hagar Mills was one such settlement on Earth’s nearest neighbor, Mars, the red planet.
Life on Mars was difficult. After terra forming the planet’s surface and creating an artificial hospitable atmosphere, the settlers from Earth formed their own government and by the year 2095, Mars had become and independent world, with its most productive regions being governed and ruled by self appointed warlords or chiefs. Earth’s only recourse was to trade with the rogue settlements, with women being the primary source of barter for the raw materials needed for its existence.
Galina Delarosa was among the current group of young women chosen by the authoritarian Earthgov to trade with the Martians. She had nothing to lose and agreed to it without coercion or threat of consequences. It couldn’t get any worse, with life in the old North American region as barren as any settlement on Mars. At least on Mars they had the power to call the shots with their seemingly endless supply of raw resources like biodegradable fuel and unlimited source of mineral deposits.
She sighed and looked at the other baleful faces all around her. There were a dozen girls including her, aged between nineteen and twenty four. They would be presented before the warlord of Hagar Mills and he would choose one of them for his personal pleasure, the rest would then go to other lesser officers, to be their wives or mistresses.
“Why so glum, girls?” She tried to alleviate the tension all around her, as they waited for the doors of the space carrier to open. “It couldn’t be any worse than here. We are all to be wives of rich men on a more productive world as opposed to living with nothing here on Earth.”
“This is worse than death.” One of the women responded morosely. “Mars is a dead planet, with only old men who rule over criminals condemned to life imprisonment there. We will be as valuable as petting animals for these rich old men.”
Galina said nothing. She knew the dark haired woman was right. This indeed was the end of the road for her. But still, she had the smarts to make it work for her; if she could survive through the thirteen days it took to fly to Mars.
Two weeks in a confined, limited space was enough to drive anyone mad, especially trapped with a gaggle of hysterical women. Galina was on the brink of losing her sanity and doing someone bodily harm when they were informed that the ship had reached its destination.
The sleek space craft smoothly docked and the hissing of pressure chambers and airlocks coalescing sounded all around them. Galina could feel her heart beating against her chest. She was terrified and excited at the same time. Since the time she was little, she was made aware of the people on Mars and other settlements. Of how important they were to Earth and how after nearly two hundred years of life outside Earth’s gravitational and atmospheric influence, they had evolved differently.
She wondered how the Martian men, descendant of the first human settlers back in 2035 would look now. Due to the severe political and survival reasons, no information or even images were made available to the general public about any of the human settlements around the solar system, but rumors were thick and fast everywhere.
The doors of the space carrier opened with a hiss, allowing the artificial Martian atmosphere in. Galina gagged at the strong pungency of iron and magnesium in
the air assailing her senses. She quickly placed the breathing apparatus back on her face, glancing around at the others. No one else had tried her stunt, and some glared at her for being stupid. Galina laughed inwardly; it seemed she was the only one who felt excited about all this. She had heard that the women chosen by settlement chiefs had a good stead of lording over the place as much as their husbands. She made up her mind to be the one who catches the eye of Ogden Maalox, warlord supreme of Hagar Mills.
“Ogden Maalox!” A metallic voice addressed the huge man brooding on what looked like a throne made of rough hewn sandstone. His eyes were half closed and his gnarled chin rested on a huge fist. He wore a body hugging exo-suit with little gadgets all over it that updated him of everything going on around his domain, including his own heart rate.
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