Voyage

by C. Paul Lockman

  She slid off the desk, took off her white lab coat and unfastened her hair clip, shaking loose beautiful, black hair that cascaded down over her shoulders. “I hope that you find me attractive”. I nodded and smiled at her lustfully. “Would you like to have sex?” she asked confidently, but with a hint of innocence I found unbelievably alluring. “I know about your encounters with the three Ministry girls. They reported that you have a wonderful penis and that it gave them great pleasure to suck it and take it inside their bodies. I would very much like to feel the same”. She approached me and my erection swelled in my trousers as she softly kissed me. Immediately, I knew that she had not been trained up like the others.

  “You’ve never done this before?” She nodded, unbuttoning her blouse.

  “I saw a recording of part of your encounter with one of the girls, in the back of the vehicle on your way here. It has made for popular viewing on the planetary Intranet. Many females are interested in you.”

  I had flushed bright crimson. “A sex tape of me is publicly available? Are you fucking kidding me?” I gasped.

  Falik grinned and let her skirt fall to the floor. “There is no reason to be sensitive about this, although I think I understand your feelings. Your encounter was a private moment, which others shouldn’t be allowed to see. But, you must understand that we have virtually no concept of sexual privacy, and that watching other people fucking is a major pastime. I particularly enjoyed watching your orgasm. May I taste your penis?”

  There it was again, that confident, direct tone that I loved about these people. Unzipping, I brought out my erection and she was quickly on her knees in front of me, admiring it. “Quite beautiful, yes.” Her hands were soft and my penis responded yet further as she began to masturbate me, slowly. “How many different women has this wonderful specimen been inside?” I thought about that for a moment while she eased her soft, warm lips over the head of my cock and slipped me into her mouth, generously swirling her tongue all over my shaft.

  “About twenty, I think”. She looked up at me, dark eyes filled with lust and enjoyment. Releasing me from her mouth, she whispered, “Here, you could fuck twenty girls every day. Would you like that?” She continued sliding my foreskin back and forth. “You could have anyone, anytime. You are totally free here.” Back inside her mouth, my cock received a wonderfully warm tongue bath. Falik unfastened her bra with her other hand, revealing small, pert breasts, and then put her hand between her legs. “I think I am ready. Would you like to enter me now?” She stood and bent over the glass desk.

  Shaking my head in wonder, I slid her panties down over her cute little bum and then off. They were exceedingly wet at the crotch. The culprit, a pretty, pink vagina, nestled among soft, black hairs. Her anus was gorgeous. I wondered if she would let me take her there. “Do you think I am ready?” she whispered. Her pussy juices had formed silver trials on her inner thighs and her lips were swollen and red. By way of an answer, I moved in behind her, placed my penis at her pink entrance, and pushed inside. Her lips parted and my cock was enveloped in warmth and moisture. Falik gasped onto the glass table and her vaginal muscles gripped my erection as I slid back and forth. “It is wonderful…” she was murmuring. Taking hold of her hips, I established a steady rhythm with deep strokes which filled her cunt. She actually became wetter during our sex, which was hard to believe, and her juices coated my balls.

  “Falik, can I try making love in your anus?” She glanced back at me and smiled, nodding cutely. Taking her hand from between her legs, where she had been fingering herself while I fucked her, she spat noiselessly into her hand and rubbed the saliva into her bottom hole. I withdrew, reluctantly, from her cunt and lined up my cock at her smaller orifice. There was so much lubrication that I slid inside easily. Falik murmured again and her hand came back to stop me.

  “Slowly, please. You are big but I am small. Go in slowly” she whispered. I eased out almost all the way, then pushed my glans back into her bottom. She relaxed as the broadest part of my cock was fully inside her, and then murmured loudly as I pushed forward again. “My darling, it is wonderful but you are too big for me. Please withdraw and wait a moment.” I did as she asked.

  Falik turned and rose from the table, kissed me warmly and opened a cabinet in the wall. Bringing out a small, red cube she explained, “this is a simple dilation device for surgery. It will help in our lovemaking. Place it at the entrance to my bottom”. She knelt up on the glass desk and I placed the cube, which had a soft, velvety feel, on the pretty little starfish of her anus. It vanished in a wisp of redness. Immediately, I noticed that Falik’s anus was more open than before. “Now try again and don’t worry”, she said, smiling. I quickly got back into position and slid my hardness inside her bum once more. Everything was different and I was able to push my whole cock inside her. “Better?” I grunted my approval and began to fuck her strongly. Grabbing her hips, I launched my cock each time into the depths of her ass, feeling the shuddering of her masturbation through the soft flesh inside her. She came, loudly, and squeezed my cock to its finale. I showered her insides with hot semen and then collapsed forwards on top of her, feeling our breathing slowly recover.

  I kissed her neck and face as my erection subsided and finally withdrew from her ass. Stretching and rising, Falik kissed me again and knelt down as if to suck me. “Falik, you might not want to…” she stopped me with a raised hand. Reached over to another cabinet in the wall, she brought out a small bottle of blue liquid and a white cloth.

  “This is a sterilising agent which will clean your penis of any harmful bacteria. It is recommended after making love as we did.” She tipped some of the blue liquid onto the cloth and gently cleaned my cock, drawing back the foreskin and running the cloth under it. It felt good, slightly cool to the touch. She dropped the cloth down a waste chute and took another. “This solution may also help your skin complaint. Would you allow me to apply it?”

  I was confused for a second before I remembered. I have acne – nothing serious, you understand, but persistent and annoying. “Anything you like, if it will help! Nothing back home could shift this for me.”

  She smoothed the cool lotion into my skin. It felt great, as if I was becoming truly clean for the first time. “This is good stuff! What is it?”

  Falik finished, discarded the cloth and put the lotion away. “It is a formulation we adopted, having seen its positive effects in other cultures.”

  I stared at her for a moment. “You mean, it’s an alien skin cream?”

  Falik giggled, “yes, I suppose you could say that. Most effective. You will learn more about such things later. For now, I think we should begin the physical examination. After that, perhaps we can fuck some more, but we do need to get some work done today”. She smiled cutely and tapped a wall panel.

  Behind the examination table, the wall altered until it hazily became a set of touch-screens and other control consoles. “My colleagues should be present for this section of the tests”. She pressed a small button on her watch and, thirty seconds later, the black man and the younger, blonde woman walked in and introduced themselves.

  Chapter VII: Getting Checked Out

  "It is our real pleasure to meet you", he began, in an extremely deep, resonant voice. "Although my interest in your species, if you'll forgive the term, is relatively recent, there are volumes waiting to be written for a large and fascinated body of fellow scientists. I look forward to a mutually fruitful relationship". He extended his hand, which was soft, almost dainty. "Carpash, Professor of Interstellar Physiology and Experimentation". My face must have betrayed my instant unease. "Please don't be alarmed. We will be carrying out absolutely nothing which will be painful, unnecessarily intrusive or uncomfortable in any way."

  The range of coloured screens and dials around the walls of the room seemed to have increased in the past minute. There were now dozens of screens, each relatively inactive, or pulsing slightly, rhythmically, like some kind of alien screen-saver. Carpash
noticed my glance at the panels. "There is nothing here which can hurt you. Please be comfortable and we may begin shortly".

  The blonde has busied herself in some kind of preparatory work with a portable lectern similar to those used at the meeting an hour ago. "My colleague, Doctor Velis. She also has a close interest in human anatomy, but specialises chiefly in neurophysiology, that is, the..." I chose to interrupt him, just to show I was on the ball.

  "The study of the anatomy of the brain, and its functions." Quite right, he nodded, with a tone which did not risk patronising me. These people were well trained and immaculately prepared. Surely, there would be much I could learn, too?

  Velis completed her preparations at the screen and began to speak. She had an odd, unplaceable accent, something like Russian, but with a relaxed, South African feel. "You'll be pleased to learn that you are in excellent health, and that our scans have revealed no physical ill effects resulting from your journey. We are particularly pleased that our methods of travel have not damaged any of your systems".

  I shared my relief with a chuckle. "So, doctors, what is it you would like to find out?"

  Velis consulted her screen once more while Carpash answered my question. "Your anatomy is humanoid, like our own, but somewhat dissimilar internally. We are interested in the comparative physiology of our species. In short, we'd like to know how your systems create physiological success among your species, and we hope to be able to copy elements of these."

  I stared at him. "But I thought you were physically perfect? That you could live for three thousand years?" Carpash looked blank for a second, until Velis sent over an invisible thought which contained an approximation in their own calendar system.

  "Yes, yes", he was nodding, "but there is still much we can learn. Great longevity and a healthy lifestyle are two crucially important things, and achieving them has been one of the crowning glories after centuries of scientific and medical achievement." Velis beamed proudly. "But we have discovered, among other things, that a long and healthy life is only worth living if one other thing can be secured."

  I waited. Velis was still beaming, almost shy as she tapped at her screen. "Happiness", she said finally. "This is the final secret we wish to unveil".

  So, that's what this was all about?! Sampling the best and happiest of all alien species in order to achieve happiness in their own. As the genius and simplicity of the concept dawned on me, a large smile became almost fixed on my face, which was feeling distinctly healthy after the alien skin scream episode.

  She continued. "Your species has developed a magnificent suite of hormonal and other responses designed to promote happiness. According to what we know, happiness is the key to a truly successful life. People learn more effectively when they are happy, engage in fewer arguments, experience a lower level of emotional and physical stress. Our bodies, you see, promote few hormonal responses in this way. In essence, we are permanently depressed".

  I looked around, then stared at the two doctors. Falik stood at the back, taking copious notes on another lectern. "You're depressed?" Velis smiled again and nodded. "All evidence to the contrary!"

  "In effect, yes, but without the other extreme with which to compare our emotional responses, it is very difficult for us to say. You see, our brains are quite unlike your own. They control bodily functions, maintain pulse and respiration, regulate our internal organs - these, too, are quite unlike your own".

  I pondered this. The four wonderful alien vaginas I had so far encountered sure felt real and normal enough. And their mouths. And Falik's incredible, hot little bottom...

  "But the emotional side of our brains is, compared to the little we know of your own, almost feeble. We laugh, we cry, but these are merely automatic responses, like the brain instructing the liver to metabolise, or the stomach to churn, or the heart to race. We never actually feel these responses occur".

  The gist of her point hit me at last, and a wave of pity crashed into my thoughts. "You never feel any of that?" I think my jaw actually dropped. "How awful."

  Carpash nodded soberly. "This is how we think about it, also. A great shame. So much potential, so many emotional avenues to explore, to enjoy, in which to make mistakes, to learn, to excel. We are missing so much."

  But they simply didn't seem all that upset about it. Perhaps he was right, and by never having experienced the high, they lacked the neurochemical faculty to feel the low. Jesus.

  "So, you'd like me to teach you how to be happy?" The three laughed simultaneously. We were off to a good start, apparently!

  "No, that is more the psychological side of the experiments. There, you will teach us much about achieving and maintaining happiness in our day-to-day lives. Here, we are interested in the chemical side, the neurology, and the anatomy of happiness. May we begin?"

  I nodded, quite vigorously, and drew another chuckle from the team. They had me lay back on a broad, white counter made from some tough but almost outrageously comfortable material. "The scanning will begin shortly. If our calculations are correct, you will feel virtually nothing, but please tell us if you do."

  The dozens of screens on all sides of the room began to pulse more quickly, pregnantly. The three doctors, I had noticed, stood well back and put on black sunglasses. Not exactly Oakley, but their intent was clear - this was dangerous shit. I decided to relax and trust these people. After all, it was obvious that they needed me more than I needed them, and to bring me all the way here showed an incredible curiosity. It was unlikely, I reasoned, that they would nuke me on my first day.

  A violent storm of lights began above my head. Purple clouds gathered, mingled, flew apart, generating sparks of intense blue light. One by one, the row of screens lit up in a furious display of colours, and the subsided, allowing its neighbour to dominate. After a few minutes, each of the screens had come alive twice, and were then silent. Carpash was the first to step forward, removing his shades.

  "How do you feel?" He was ready with his lectern for my answer.

  I looked around, sent mental signals to all extremities. All reported in. "Fine", I answered. "I've probably just been pan-fried, but I didn't feel a thing. What the hell were those things?"

  Carpash looked slightly relieved, and tapped enthusiastically at his lectern while Velis explained.

  "Invasive surgery, such as that which we can see you received, has been banned here for a number of centuries. We faced many of the problems of our own race - diseases, inflammations, debilitating conditions, mental disorders. Then, we discovered that most of these occur because of weaknesses or disability in the immune system. In this respect, we are very similar species. We produce cells which seek out and destroy foreign, contaminant bodies, and they have become very adept."

  Carpash continued as Velis went to work on the results, which were streaming forth from a port on the edge of the screens in a brown cloud of information. This was received by a lectern, which hummed with activity.

  "Instead", he explained, "we rely on these machines". He proudly extended a hand and gestured at the array of screens. "These produce a huge variety of wavelengths of radiation, from those which produce sound and colour, to much more refined types which can actually influence the production of fluids and other material within the body. I understand that you have already experienced greatly increased semen production as a result of a similar, hand-held device."

  I chuckled at the memory. "Er, yeah. That was kind of cool."

  Carpash chuckled, but I felt he hadn't understood, as though he was humouring me. "So, you know that health and longevity are simply a matter of regulating production of these fluids, and then working to combat errors in cell division." I nodded and explained that I knew that cancer formed in this way.

  We discussed anatomy. The results were clear and Velis was compiling what looked like an impressive, multi-media report on the state of my body. "Doctor, are you ready with the Executive Summary"? Christ, I thought, that was fast.

  Velis removed the lect
ern from its receiving position near the screens, and they began to fold away seamlessly, back into the walls. "Yes, Professor. The results are very interesting. I will begin now, if I may".

  The counter on which I was comfortably lying began to move, and propped me gently into an upright position. Falik came over and offered me a glass of water, smiling cutely. I really hoped I would get the chance to fuck her senseless later on. She had perhaps the best body of them all.

  "First, you must understand both that we have a limited knowledge of the basic anatomy of your species, and that we approach this from a very scientific perspective. I hope that our terminologies don't offend you". I smiled and gave her an encouraging nod. I'm a tough lad, I thought to myself.

  "Yes, indeed you are,” she said quietly. I gave her a startled glance.

  Velis' hand flew to her mouth in panic. "I... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... I wasn't aware that you had not yet been trained in our attitude to telepathy... Professor, how can I apologise?" She was incredibly flustered.

  Carpash put a calming hand on his colleague's shoulder and looked her straight in the eye with a kindly expression, obviously communicating something to her. Her panic was quickly gone and she smiled. "I am relieved to find you are not offended, and at least have some experience in these matters." She must have been referring to the three luscious science ministry girls, I reasoned.

  "Not a problem". Carpash was anxious to explain more.

  "I am a gifted empath. Although my colleague was not aware that this had not caused offence, I was. As a team, we are particularly effective".