Alien Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  She didn't ask me to fall asleep on her face. Her request was for me to make passionate love to her. As much as I was enjoying the tenderness of our connection, I needed to increase the pace. More kisses. To her lips, her cheeks, her neck, even her eyelids. My mouth attempted to tell her how lovely that she was to me with every point of contact.

  One more tear as she stared into my eyes like she had just found God. I most certainly did not deserve this woman.

  "I love you so much," the words skipped out of my mouth and into her ear.

  "Tell me what to do," she gasped.

  Normally, that was music to my ears. But not this time. For once, I just wanted my partner to lay there and accept the good loving that I was about to give her.

  I rolled her onto her back as my lips made their way down her chest. While horizontal her breasts were quite small, but perfect in shape. I licked the entire mound before flicking her tiny erect nipples. The pace of her breathing increased steadily.

  I wanted to rip her shorts right off of her, but I couldn't let my eagerness ruin the moment. Instead, I let her help me pull them off. I took that time to take in her gorgeous slender form as she laid there with one knee slightly higher than the other, like a model.

  Her eyes went to my crotch as her hands gently grabbed my waistband. I could see the hesitancy in her eyes. She wanted to do her duty and place my manhood in her mouth, but she was still a bit scared.

  I ignored her feeble attempt and pulled away so I could continue kissing her soft, spice scented flesh. Along her rib cage first, then across the less firm portion of her belly until I finally reached the pelvic region. Her legs quivered as her chest heaved with anticipation.

  Instinctively she pulled her knees together. I tried to pry them apart gently, but her body was resisting. I looked up to find her eyes closed as she was thoroughly enjoying what I was doing, probably completely unaware that her muscle memory was blocking my advancement. I didn't want to use force to get her thighs apart. So, instead, I lifted her legs to expose her whole bottom to me. Moist tan pussy, firm ass cheeks, and a puckered little exit hole.

  In that position I only had to adjust my angle to get my tongue where it wanted to go. When her thighs came abruptly down on top of my head I decided to go ahead and use force after all. More eagerly then, my tongue lapped and probed away at her virgin vagina. She was starting to rock slightly and moan already. Eventually, her legs parted to make my job easier. But then the sobbing began.

  Her whole body was quivering like she had just been taken out of an ice cold lake. I half expected her teeth to chatter between blue lips. But it was clear by the look on her face that she was still very much enjoying herself. Despite my confusion I had to continue.

  I gave her delicious pussy a few more swipes of my tongue as I wrestled my pants off. If I had kept at it, she might have started bawling like a baby. I couldn't have that.

  My firm pecker head soon took over as I rubbed it up and down between her folds. She glanced down in panic a couple times as I remained patient. Surprisingly, she said nothing. I would have expected any other woman to say, go slow. Be gentle. But my Cinny was trusting me implicitly.

  Her breathing got erratic as I gently worked my fleshy bulbous penis head into her opening. It seemed like overreaction to me, but then again, I had never been a female virgin.

  Once I was comfortable that I could keep a couple inches inside of her tight pussy, I lowered my chest on top of hers. Her eyes opened in panic. Not mental patient delirium like Honey's did a couple days ago. She was just overly concerned.

  "Relax," I whispered as I began kissing her mouth to distract her. Her eyes stayed open for a few seconds, but then she finally got back into the passion of things. I kept my mouth on hers as I worked my knob deeper inside of her locked canal of pleasure. She groaned, moaned and yelped a few times, but never screamed.

  We were still kissing, mouths wide open like inexperienced teenagers when her orgasm came on. The fit that she had nearly forced me out of her vice grip vagina. I used my toes for leverage against the mattress to keep her impaled. She twisted and squirmed through a climax that must lasted more than two minutes. My calves were aching from the amount of force required to keep my plugger from plopping out.

  Eventually, as she was regained her breath, and her sanity, I took my turn. It was my goal to climax together, but the amount of focus required of me made that nearly impossible. However, watching her orgasm so wonderfully helped me along.

  I was able to thrust deep inside of her at a quicker pace without hurting her, and she eagerly encouraged me to do so. There would be no yogurt slinging tonight. Not on this delicate flower of a lady. My balls would release their gift deep inside of her as they were meant to do.

  I did my absolute best to stare into her eyes as I came. She seemed to be enjoying watching my expression as I did. But the sensation was too intense. I had to clench my face up for a few seconds at the end.

  I was glad to see when I reopened my eyes that she wasn't crying. No, instead she looked very happy.

  "Oh, Kash, that was wonderful," she said with a smile.

  "Really?" I asked. I had put so much effort into it, I would have been extremely disappointed if it wasn't at least enjoyable.

  "It hurt a lot at the beginning, of course," she explained. "And again at the end, but in a good way. Honestly, it was much better than I expected. You did that, right?"

  "Did what?" I asked as I continued to catch my breath.

  "You made it special for me," she said with genuine appreciation. "Even though it meant that it wouldn't be special for you."

  "It was special for me," I objected.

  "That's not what I mean," she responded. Then with a kiss to my forehead, "I love you Kash. And I trust you. Whatever you have to do to keep the others in line, I understand. I won't give you any grief. Just let me share your bed every night and I will be the happiest wife in the universe."

  Wife?

  CHAPTER EIGHT:

  A couple hours after I relieved Honeysuckle of control room duty, my self-proclaimed wife joined me. Claiming that she couldn't sleep without me in the bed, she sat her lovely rump on my lap as I watched the boring periodic flow of data on my screen.

  Cinnamon had put her uniform back on, but the memory of her recent naked body in my arms made all the difference. The intense sexual experience did as well. It wasn't just short-lived like getting off could often be. No, our relationship had changed dramatically. I finally understood what she was trying to say about her being at a disadvantage compared to Honey.

  I didn't want sex to make that big of a difference. Cinny was bringing out a good side of me that I wasn't sure even existed before we had met. I told myself that we could be in love and remain somewhat platonic. But the human body simply wasn't built that way. Surely, I wasn’t the only male that needed more.

  The sexual connection was reportedly much more meaningful to most women than men back on Earth. Once a woman had sex with a man, assuming that she wasn't overly promiscuous, she tended to feel like she owned him. Or at least that she had entered a serious relationship with the man. Guys could be like that too, if they fell in love in the process. But women's internals made them feel that way without them having much control over it.

  Somewhere deep down inside we were all animals to an extent. Men more so in some ways. We see a nice female of our species. We desire association with that female, hoping that it will eventually lead to sexual penetration and release. Then we go on about our business. It was a chemical process engrained in us to help our species survive. We could fight it as much as wanted, but at the core of the situation it remained the same.

  That is why seconds after an orgasm with the most wonderful woman in the galaxy, my mind wondered to what I needed to do next. It didn't mean that I didn't love her. We were simply organic robots following our programming.

  Then, once she was back in my lap, my hormones kicked in again. I couldn't stop touching her body, c
aressing her as if I was trying to coax her into a horny state again so soon.

  "Don't you two have a room for that kind of thing," Strawberry said as she strolled in. She looked well rested as she slid into the seat beside me.

  "We already did that kind of thing," Cinnamon announced bashfully. Her afterglow was brighter than the sun.

  "Well, good for you, girl," Strawberry replied without even glancing toward us. "Anything new on the scanners?"

  "No, not that I can tell," I answered.

  "Strawberry," my lap girl addressed the new arrival. "Do you love Kash?"

  That got the redhead to look our way with her unique pink eyes. Hesitantly, she replied, "I'm fond of your man, but not near to the extent that you are. Why do you ask?"

  "I'm just curious," Cinnamon responded as she adjusted her position. Her lack of thick cushion in her rump nearly ruptured a testicle. "I do think of him as my man, but I'm quite sure that I am not his only woman. And for the record, I'm okay with that."

  "Really?" Strawberry gave her a surprised look. She continued to glare as if she thought my girl was possibly deceiving herself. There was no doubt that my freckled partner was more in control of her emotions than most women.

  "Where do you think we should go next?" I asked the navigator to end the awkward conversation.

  "I actually wanted to talk to you about that," she answered as she swiveled in her chair to face me. Her quick study of the data screen eased her concern about potential threats that I might have missed. "The closest respectable station where we could sell our goods is Infinity Station Vega. That is where both of your girls were born and raised. However, considering the circumstances, I thought that we should avoid the normal stops in our trade route."

  "I understand that," I said. "Where then?"

  "In the other direction, and not far from here, is Teegarden."

  "A tea garden?" I asked. Were we headed back to old England on Earth? I knew they loved tea there, and I remembered movie scenes of them drinking it in a garden. That was all my mind could conjure up at the sound of the word.

  "That is the name of the star," she explained. "It was probably named by some scientist back in your time. There are three stations there, two of them largely residential. However, along the outskirts of the system is a trading post simply known as Clark's Station. To my knowledge, the Arketa Koreta has never docked there. Rumor has it, they don't follow Federation rules closely."

  "Isn't that where King was planning on selling Teddy?" Cinnamon asked. That brought up a concern for sure. Was Strawberry trying to pull a fast one on me?

  "I'm not sure," Strawberry answered. "That wasn't my department. But it makes sense."

  "Sweetie," I said to the most wonderful spice girl on my lap. "Why don't you check and see if Honeysuckle is available for this conversation."

  She didn't hesitate to follow my instructions. But she did ask if she should get Vanilla, too.

  "No, she's fine whatever we decide," I informed her.

  "Is she really?" the redhead whispered curiously.

  "Yeah, we had a talk yesterday," I said in a low voice. "I've been waiting for an opportunity to share this with you. As long as we don't kill Sage and we give her plenty of time to study the alien creatures onboard, she's with us whatever we decide."

  I could tell that was good news to my partner in crime. "I was worried that she might demand to leave us at the next station. That would have complicated matters. It's great that we don't have to worry about that."

  "Why Teegarden?" I asked. When she hesitated, I said, "I hope that you are not planning on selling Teddy there."

  "No, of course not," she acted mildly offended. "I didn't even know that was King's plan. As the systems analyst that didn't pertain to me. But it is good news if we want to unload the Savrad and the Tigritari. They might be the most valuable cargo that we have. Not counting our new friends, of course."

  "Can you get us to this Teegarden place?" I asked.

  "I think so," our new navigation girl answered. "I'm at the point in my study where pinpointing our next stop can help me, instead of dealing with theoretical target locations all the time."

  "Is there a Nav-Hole at Teegarden?" Cinnamon asked as she returned to the control room with my sleepy green skinned lover. I felt bad about waking her up after only two hours of sleep. Her top had been thrown on haphazardly causing the connection to separate. Her glorious boobs stared at me for a brief second before she got them back under wraps.

  "Yes," Strawberry replied excitedly, pointing at Cinnamon as she took a seat beside her. Honey slid into the next chair behind me. "I'll have to rip a hole here, but the data on Teegarden's entry points are included in our records."

  "I'm worried about the ripping a hole here part," Honey spoke up. Cinnamon quickly agreed. I wished that they hadn't brought up the issue as it might offend our proud new navigator.

  "I understand your concern," Strawberry answered, not looking near as offended as I had anticipated. "But now that I can focus primarily on that, we should be ready and competent much sooner. Trust me, girls. I won't let you down."

  Cinn and Honey just stared at her blankly. Or just past her as if dazed by this revelation. They probably had never seen this side of her.

  "I know that you won't let us down, Strawberry," I said to build her confidence. I was almost embarrassed by my two girls’ behavior.

  "What is that?" Cinny then asked, pointing at Strawberry's monitor.

  "Oh, shit," she replied. "One of the ships is coming around the moon."

  "Do they see us?"

  "Probably," the redhead responded in near panic. "There is no reason for them to be this close to us if they don't. Kash, I strongly recommend that you power up the engines before it is too late.

  I was halfway through my preliminary procedures when Strawberry screamed out and scared the shit out of all of us.

  "No! They're firing at us!"

  CHAPTER NINE:

  I barely got the ship moving before we felt the jolt. I nearly fell out of my seat from the brief moment of weightlessness followed by its return. That told me that the top of our ship had been struck with whatever they were shooting at us.

  I originally thought that the deep contour of the control station's seats were solely for comfort. It wasn't until something shook the ship violently that I realized how the two-legged bowl shape kept my ass from hitting the floor.

  "Damage report!" I yelled. After the impact I naturally thought that our room would be in chaos. That was how they always showed it in the movies. Continuous tremors and turbulence. Panels breaking loose to expose wires above our heads. But we had none of that.

  We were not on a plane going through air. Our ship was in the vacuum of space. After the impact everything returned to normal. There was no need to raise my voice to be heard. Still, the situation encouraged panic. Everyone's voices were elevated in the ensuing conversation.

  "Nothing significant," Honey told me. "It must have been an energy blast that dissipated across our hull."

  "Everyone brace yourselves," Cinnamon said. I thought, no shit. Then I realized that she was communicating to the other occupants of the ship through the open channel speaker. That was after all her new job.

  "Plotting a course for the far side of the next moon," Strawberry yelled.

  "Another shot fired!" Honey screamed. Then in a softer, begging voice, "Please don't hit the engines."

  I had manual control until my Nav-Berry sent me a point for the auto-pilot. I overrode the safety measure for side thruster use quickly and slid the control bar to the max. Everyone's bodies jerked to the right for a second, then we were back to normal.

  "They missed!" Honey announced excitedly.

  I didn't have camera feed up, since it wasn't very useful for space travel. So, I didn't see the energy blast go by us. However, a little square appeared in the upper right corner of my screen like a pop-up ad to show the course of the enemy's weapon pulse as it continued past the shi
p.

  "I have it!" Strawberry informed us. Then a new text box with a button materialized in the lower left corner. I tapped it quickly to give control of the ship over to the computer.

  "They are pursuing," Honey said in aggravation. She didn’t keep the most professional tone on deck, but her fluctuations added flavor to the excitement. It was a weird thing to value, but I did. "And they are faster than us!"

  I found an options menu in the auto-pilot section that allowed me to increase to maximum speed. Then I watched the screen as we flew in a straight line toward the second closest moon.

  "They're firing again!" Honey alerted us.

  I removed the auto-control and performed the same evasive maneuver manually. This time to the right, sending our bodies leftward briefly. Another miss.