Voyage

by C. Paul Lockman

  I stared at her. “But… in the movies, they always have the ability to alter themselves, to present a more acceptable front for the humans…” They were shaking their heads.

  “No, this is the real thing. I hope you find us beautiful.”

  “God, yeah…” I blurted, artlessly. They collapsed into giggles, leaning girlishly on each other’s shoulders.

  Catherine arrived, looking amazingly pretty and having changed into a very tight, sexy t-shirt and jeans. She looked stunning and particularly refreshed. The other girls watched her enter and continued their giggles. “Welcome back, Catherine. Were the experimental results available?”

  She nodded and smirked back at the girls, who had obviously heard, or guessed, about our encounter in the lab room. “The results were very successful. We had a large sample of semen, which made everything easier. And we appear to have located a limitless supply…” That did it. Everyone cracked up. I just sat there grinning, not sure whether to be embarrassed or proud of myself.

  The city zipped past our windows, which were large and clear. The place was a blur of very tall buildings, green and open spaces, other vehicles and squares with fountains and statues. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

  “Is your city like one of mine? I mean… you have all the same things that we do, right? Hotels, restaurants, businesses, shops, all that?”

  Catherine, who was in the least giggly state, answered. “Yes, but we lack a number of things you would take for granted. There are no police and we have no armed forces. Our only weaponry is out in space, patrolling against any trouble. Medical attention is needed only in the event of an accident, as we are not susceptible to any diseases. We are inoculated as children and remain healthy for our whole lives, which are very long by your standards.”

  I was intensely curious. They had solved so many problems! “How long are we talking?” Catherine turned to her friends and asked how old the oldest person on the planet would be. There was a moment’s conferring before Beatrice answered.

  “Three thousands four hundred and ninety Earth years. But that person is not as active as we are.”

  “I’m not bloody surprised! If I make it to a hundred I’ll be highly delighted, even if I am a bit doddery and knackered.” Beatrice had to consult her hand-held computer for a quick translation, but soon caught on.

  “So a hundred-year lifespan is unheard of on your planet?” she asked.

  “No, not unheard of, but pretty rare. The oldest people are about 110. And they’re normally in poor health”.

  Catherine leaned closer and said, “This is why we are going to the Biological Studies Institute. Your ageing process is of great interest to us. We took those samples in the Transit Area so that we would have a DNA breakdown ready to use. Other people from your planet will have their DNA compared, and we will learn more about ageing. But we think we already know enough of your physiology to help you in a number of ways”.

  This was getting interesting. Our highway, which was nothing more than an orange cord of light extending in front of the cab, soared over a densely built-up area surrounded by trees. “Wow, what’s that?”

  Annabelle looked down and said, “The Institute. We’re almost there. It is a very large and modern facility. We think you will be impressed with what you find. Catherine and I will discuss our landing pattern with the driver, as we know the facility best. Please ask Beatrice for anything you need.”

  The two girls rose and a small door swished open into the driver’s compartment. It appeared quite conventional until it became obvious that the driver was either driving the vehicle with his mind or there was an autopilot. I asked Beatrice.

  “We are all to some extent telepathic. Our driver, who is an instructor at the institute, is intensely telekinetic. He has been known to construct small buildings with his mind in a matter of hours.”

  I stared at her for a moment. “What an amazing place”.

  She smiled warmly, cutely. “To us, you are the amazing one. You represent so much that is of interest to us. And your body is… very different to ours, very interesting to us.” She was eyeing me up. I liked it. “I was watching on a monitor while you were with Catherine. I too have studied human sexual responses, although I am only an amateur. Would you show me just a little?”

  I was only too happy to oblige, I told her, but what about the three other people in the vehicle? “They are occupied with the very complex business of landing. The Institute has only one terminus which handles an almost unbelievable amount of traffic. This could take some time. May I see your penis?”

  One of the Universe’s great non-sequiters. “Sure”. I opened my trousers, pulled them down a fraction and brought out my semi-erect cock. It delighted in the attention it was getting, and under Beatrice’s steady and obviously excited gaze, soon rose to full hardness once more.

  “It is very beautiful. May I touch it?” I nodded and her hand went straight there. She had a gentle, slightly uncertain grip, as though she were handling an ancient relic. “It is warm. I like it.” She toyed with it, finding out how far the foreskin could move forward and back, stroking the delicate flesh of my fraenulum, exploring the unfamiliar curves of my balls. Her touch was wonderful.

  “Catherine took your penis into her body. I would like to do the same but I’m not sure we have time, if your experience together was of average duration. You spent nearly eight minutes fucking before you finished and presented her with the sample. We may only have four or five minutes.”

  I lowered my trousers further, knelt up on the seat and said, “In that case my love, we’d better make it quick… lie back, take off your underwear and open your legs.”

  She did as I asked, showing her beautiful, almost hairless pussy. I dropped down to lick her belly, thighs and outer lips before thrusting my tongue into her vagina. She was very wet already and needed little more lubrication. With time pressing, I decided to dispense with further foreplay. Leaning forward, I kissed her tongue with mine and let my erection glide into her open, moist cunt. She gasped into my mouth and grabbed me with both hands, encouraging me further inside her. Forcing every inch of my cock into her body, I withdrew almost all the way and then sank into her again. Hands were grasping at clothing, freeing her beautiful, rounded tits, which were seized upon by my hungry mouth. Below, a hard, quick pistoning had begun between her legs. Eager to come while it was still possible, I fucked Beatrice as quickly and urgently as I could, bringing her to orgasm right before I reached my own. As she moaned and clasped me to her, I came in quick, jolting spasms and flooded her tight cunt with my sperm.

  Chapter IV: The Biological Studies Institute

  Despite our haste, our time was almost up and we were close to landing. Hurriedly, we arranged our clothing and Beatrice took out a white cloth to clean some of the hot semen from her pussy lips and thighs. She whispered, “We have one more minute”, before taking hold of my penis and slipping me into her mouth. It was heavenly. Her slips slid smoothly up and down my shaft while her tongue danced over my tip. She varied her suction expertly, giving my cock time to enjoy the gentler sensations of her tongue and lips and then sucking me harder. After a few seconds she would take me deeply into her mouth, down her throat, and this pushed me over the edge. Before I could believe how amazing she was, I felt another orgasm well up in my balls, build hotly through my penis and gush out into mouth and down her throat. She swallowed every drop.

  The doors clicked outwards and opened as I was zipping up and kissing her to say thanks. We were quite high up, judging by the impressive winds, and with some difficulty we managed to cross the landing pad and enter the building through a sliding glass door. Outside, our vehicle was up and away immediately, ascending with a confident roar.

  We were in a small reception area not unlike an airport departure gate. A humanoid in uniform took the names and some particulars of the three girls using a retinal scan, and then asked for the same from me. Thank God they’re used to dealing with humanoids, I
thought. And thank God they give such awesome blowjobs. Beatrice subtly winked at me as we left reception and walked down a broad, white corridor. I pinched her ass. I was having a great time.

  “This is the main part of the Institute’s Experimental Healing division. Here is where we would like to work with you on a number of important matters. Firstly, you might like to wash after your journey. After that there will be some simple experiments to allow us to learn more about your body, and find ways in which we can help each other.” She looked at the other two girls and both left with a smile. “Sometimes, it is faster to just think things across, rather than explain them”, noted Annabelle. “I asked the girls to liaise with the medical team and prepare for your arrival. I’ll convey you to your temporary quarters. Please come with me.”

  She strode ahead of me down a side corridor that sloped downwards to a set of heavy, white metal doors. A thumbprint opened the door with a light click, surprising given its obvious weight, and we stepped into what looked like a perfectly conventional hotel room from a Marriot or Holiday Inn back home. “We use these rooms to house our guests prior to and after medical work. Some have travelled immense distances, even further than your own journey, and are tired or suffering from side-effects. We are pleased to see that you appear to be in excellent health”.

  I recounted to her the wonderful sleep I had and she was delighted. “I advised them to include that as a method of passing time, and felt confident it would work. I’m very pleased you had such a restful journey, apart from the Formless Void. You awoke slightly earlier than we had expected and were faced with a mixture of the unreal bed and the very real void of deep space. I apologise for what must have been an unsettling experience.”

  I laughed at her sincerity. “Don’t worry about it. Gone and forgotten”.

  She smiled back and sat on the bed. “OK, you’re not going to tell me that all of your hotel rooms look like this, right?”

  She giggled cutely. “No, you’re right in this case. Welcome to a faithful reproduction of Room 414 of the Hong Kong Marriot.” She was right. The emergency instructions were in Cantonese. “Would you like to take a shower or shave?”

  I actually felt pretty good. “No, thank you very much. I slept well and was able to freshen up before we met at breakfast. I feel great.”

  She smiled and lay back a little on the bed. “In which case, would you care to make love with me? I watched you fucking little Beatrice in the back seat. She loved it. I’d like you to fuck me, in my mouth and vagina. We have plenty of time before the next experiment.”

  These girls were amazing in many ways, but it was their confidence and directness I enjoyed most. “Well, I’m sure I can oblige… but I came twice with ‘little Beatrice’ and my balls are a little empty…”

  She waved to cut me off. “That won’t be a problem. We have technology here which will not exist for many years on your planet. The transport you arrived in, for instance – have your people developed anything similar?” I shook my head. “Well, another set of developments have been in the field of medicine. As you know, we are immune to all forms of disease and have effectively conquered death. Let me give you an example”.

  She jumped off the bed and walked to her bag, by the door, from which she extracted a silver, spherical object about the size of her palm. “This is a wave inducer which designed to alter the body’s natural productivity. We use it to cure hereditary conditions such as heart trouble and imbalances like diabetes. Properly targeted, these waves can encourage the body to produce anything we need, from a hormone or an enzyme through to increased cell division and fluid production. I will task the device with encouraging production of semen so that you can enjoy having sex with me. We may be able to fuck two or three times on one charging, but it is unwise to abuse this machine, for obvious reasons.”

  She unzipped my pants, pulled them down and motioned for me to sit on the bed. “Beatrice was right… it is very beautiful…” She stroked my flaccid, tired penis and knelt in front of me. “Perhaps it would help if…” she stripped off her sweater and shirt, revealing perfect, small tits with beautiful brown aureole.

  “Yes, it helps”, I confirmed with a chuckle. Annabelle placed the silver device on the bed between my legs and waved her hand over it slowly. A soft humming began to emanate from it, and I could feel a distinct, pleasant warmth growing around my balls. “Woah, that feels kind of weird. What’s it doing?”

  Annabelle smiled. I was sure she had one hand in her knickers and was masturbating. “It is sending instructions, through your brain and Central Nervous System, to your testicles and seminal glands. They will shortly begin producing huge volumes of their respective products. One minute should be enough for one day’s normal production. This will feel strange and you’ll note a swelling of your testicles and some pressure within your prostate, as things normalise. If you feel discomfort, let me know and we will stop. I can always simply suck and kiss your penis to encourage the flow of semen, but this way is more… scientific.”

  She was definitely frigging her clit and reddened as she came, issuing a tiny yelp as she hit her peak. This helped my cock, which was feeling warm and contented, to a new erection and by the time the machine had worked its magic, I was fully hard with balls that felt like I’d not come in a week. Annabelle brought herself off again and then quickly tucked the machine back in her bag. “Do you feel OK?”

  By way of an answer, I pulled her up onto the bed and was quickly pulling off her delicate, red panties and exploring her already-wet pussy with my fingers and tongue. She came wonderfully quickly. And again. I wondered if some amazing technology was at work, but I guess I’m just that good. Her pussy tasted fantastic – musky and incredibly feminine, and my erection would have things only one way. I raised myself above her and slid confidently into her cunt, which gripped my shaft so tightly, I almost blew my new load in the first minute. She was in ecstasy, and her tight vaginal pulsing forced me closer to an orgasm with every stroke. But I wanted to see it.

  “Annabelle, let me come over you”, and she nodded. Two more minutes’ quick, deep fucking and I was there, ready to come. I withdrew and her hands flew to my cock, stroking me steadily towards the point of no return. Finally, after what my balls thought was a week of waiting, her delicate, stroking palms pushed me over the edge and the biggest tidal wave of semen I’d ever seen gushed out and covered her belly and thighs. I marvelled, but already there was more, and a stronger, harder pulse sent a stream of hot spunk over her breasts and face, landing in her hair and on the bed behind her. Smaller pulses, each the size of a regular orgasm, dribbled sperm into her pubes, coating her pussy lips and oozing down to her anus, and then onto the bed sheets. I leaned back on my haunches and looked at her – head to toe, she was covered in my sperm.

  “Jesus! I never knew I had it in me…!” I chuckled. She was smiling, her mouth and eyelids coated in whiteness. I hopped up and fetched a towel from the bathroom, and soon she was able to see out again.

  Her expression was quizzical and confounded. “I expected somewhat less… perhaps I made a mistake with the machine.” I laughed myself silly and she threw pillows at me. “I think a shower might be a good idea. Would you like to join me?”

  I helped her up and we walked together, a little unsteadily, to the bathroom. She got the shower going while I found soap, shampoo and more towels. The hot water and soap soon cleansed her of the dousing I’d provided, and together we washed my aching penis until the whiteness of our fucking was gone. It felt good.

  “So, what have you got in store for me?” I asked while I enjoyably soaped up her breasts and stomach. Her body was wonderful.

  “You know how interesting you are for us”, she said sincerely. “We don’t have this kind of opportunity very often. There is much we can learn from you, an entirely new species”.

  I frowned, puzzled. “But I thought you said you were all humanoid. Wouldn’t that mean that we’re all the same? That I’m just like you?”
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  She lowered her head and toyed with the soap, obviously a little nervous. “I’m sorry, but we weren’t entirely honest with you. Everything you’ve experienced has been real, but here, reality is a very flexible construct. We are able, as you postulated, to change our appearance into anything we see fit. This might sound very convenient, but there are actually very strict rules regarding how we may change, for what reasons, and who must be informed. Imagine the chaos that would result from one of us transforming into a weapon, or a massive beast, or a poisonous gas.”

  I was staggered. “You can actually do those things?”

  “Only if it is considered necessary or beneficial to the community as a whole”, she explained. “Without common consent, not one of us would be able to alter our appearance in any way. We would be restricted, as we truly are, to a handful of possible projections. This is one of them”, she said, gesturing to her own body, “and most of the people you’ll be dealing with are based on this projection. It was thought better to ensure you encountered a range of people in the arrivals hall, for example, to put your new experience into context. However, we knew for certain that you would only be honest and open with us if you were comfortable. To be plain, it is in this way that we hope to gain your trust”.

  I felt a complex mixture of anger and confusion, topped with curiosity. “So”, I began slowly, “you are a humanoid only as a choice between that and a number of other forms. You can change that form at will, but only with the agreement of your peers. So, what other forms can you take?”

  She smiled at my understanding. “You’ve got it. I cannot show you, for the reasons we’ve just discussed, but you can easily be shown other individuals of our species who presently inhabit other forms. I’ll pass on this request to the medical team and I’m sure they’ll be able to help. And you shouldn’t worry – these others forms aren’t something from one of your television shows on Earth. Some you may find more attractive than us.”