by C. F. Harris
His body shifted under my attention. I heard him let out a small laugh. Looked up and arched an eyebrow at him.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"You have no idea," he grunted.
"I'm glad to hear I'm having that effect on you," I said.
I could've spend hours down there worshiping those muscles. I'd been with guys who were in decent shape, but never anything like that. Maybe they had some strange technology for keeping themselves in shape without working out. If so it would be nice to get access to something like that. Maybe he spent a good portion of his time working out as a part of his job.
Whatever it was, this man was built, and I wanted to get to know his body better.
Only when I said I wanted to get to know his body better there were parts of that body I wanted to get to know far more than his abs. I could feel his hardness pressing against my breasts.
I needed to feel that. To see it. To taste it. To enjoy it in all the ways I could think of.
I hooked my hands in the band of his pants. Undid his button and zipper and pulled them down slowly. Seductively. I thought about doing that thing where I pulled his zipper down with my teeth, but thought better of it.
I was in too much of a hurry.
His breath caught. He licked his lips as he looked down at me. His underwear came into view and it was like nothing I'd ever seen on earth.
They were bright silver and made of some sort of reflective material. Like something out of a cheesy scifi movie from the ‘50s. When I ran my hands over them the material was the smoothest thing I've ever felt. Almost as though they weren't even there, even though I could see them right in front of me.
Even the sight of those space-age boxers was nothing compared to the monster pressing up from inside them though. I'd come down here with the thought of having a taste, but now that I saw it I wasn't sure I’d be able to take it into my mouth.
I’d been with guys who were well endowed in the past, but that was nothing compared to what I saw now. Damn!
I nearly went cross-eyed as I saw that monster and I couldn't wait to see it. I pulled down and his cock sprang free. I really did go cross-eyed this time!
I looked up at him. He grinned and cocked an eyebrow at me. God he was so cocky. God he was so hot. I wanted to taste it and I didn't care if I was seriously worried that I might not be able to get the whole thing in.
I might not be able to get his entire cock in my mouth, but I could try. I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and wrapped my lips around it.
I knew immediately that there was no chance this was happening. I held myself there, swirled my tongue around the head, and reflected on how odd it was that this was a man from outer space and yet it felt the same as any human cock.
It was the same, and yet it was hot. The taste was wonderful. I wanted to take it all, but I didn't want to take it all in my mouth.
Still, from the way he groaned and threw his head back, moved his hands behind his head, he was enjoying himself. Maybe I was just as good as some of those girls he knew out in the galaxy. Score one for the earth girls!
I was sure the girls on his world did this sort of thing. He seemed like the kind of guy who had a load of experience. They were probably more sexually liberated wherever he came from. They didn't have a bunch of Puritanical baggage left over like we did here on earth.
Well it was time to see what it was like to take a man from a world where they didn't have any of that Puritanical baggage. I grinned as I pulled his cock out of my mouth and I giggled as he sighed and there was obvious disappointment on his face.
"Are you upset about something?" I asked.
"You have no idea," he said, obviously upset that the fun was coming to an end. For the moment. And only for a moment.
I wasn't done with him. Not by a long shot.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I know you probably want to draw this out and everything, but we are being chased by a space pirate and I don't know how much time we have…”
He grinned and waved a dismissive hand. "No, by all means."
I rolled my eyes. Maybe I’d given him a little too much credit saying I knew he’d want to take his time. After all, what man didn't want to get right down to it?
I guess that was something that was the same out in the wider galaxy as it was here on earth.
I stuck my tongue out and he cocked his head to the side quizzically. He paused for a moment, shrugged, and stuck his tongue out at me. Maybe he was trying to mimic the local customs.
I hopped off the bed and quickly undid my shorts. Pulled them down and kicked them to the side. They slammed against the hotel wall and I hopped back on top of him.
“Pull off your shirt," I said.
He seemed only too happy to oblige. He ripped it off and tossed it to the side. I looked down on him and he looked much the same as any number of lovers I’d been with, but he was so much sexier than any earth lover. The guy was built. Wide shoulders, rippling muscles, biceps that I probably couldn't wrap both of my hands around.
We’re talking the guy looked like Arnold back in the days when he was still trying to hunt down Sarah Connor. The guy was more built than any man I'd ever been with. I licked my lips.
This was going to be fun!
"Are you ready?"
"I've been ready since the moment I saw you in that dance club,” he said.
"Really? You're serious?"
“Deadly serious," he said as his hands went up to my waist and pulled me down so I was poised on the tip of his cock.
He held me there. I whimpered. I wanted to feel him sliding inside me. I wanted to feel that monster moving up in my body, but he seemed content to hold me there. To tease me.
He was driving me wild with that tease!
"What about you?" he asked.
"What about me?"
"What did you think of me the first time you laid eyes on me in that club? Go ahead, lay it on me. I've heard it all before."
It suddenly struck me exactly what he was looking for. This cocky bastard expected me to tell him that he was the only man for me the moment I laid eyes on him. Which hadn't been the case.
"Actually I thought you might be one of the dancers," I said. “And I thought it was a little creepy the way you kept staring at me from across the room."
I thought about it for a moment. "Plus you were a guy at a male strip club, so if you weren’t one of the dancers I figured there was a good chance you were gay."
His face wrinkled up in confusion. At least I assumed it was confusion. So far there’d been a more or less one-to-one between his facial expressions and the ones we used here on earth.
"What does happiness have to do with anything?”
Shit. We were having a lost in translation moment in the moment when I least wanted it.
"I thought you were interested in men."
He blinked. "Okay, so I've never heard that one before."
"Glad to give you a new experience," I said.
I strained against his hands. I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside me, and yet he seemed intent on drawing out of the tease.
"Please," I whispered. "I need this so bad."
"I'm going to prove to you I'm not interested in men,” he growled.
And then it happened. His hands pulled me down onto his member and I felt the wind knocked out of me as he moved inside me in one quick and delicious thrust.
My eyes went wide as I realized what had just happened. I'd never had a guy slide inside me that quickly. Especially not a guy as gifted as he was!
Only that's exactly what happened with him. I was already so turned on, already so ready to go, that I was impaled before I realized what was happening.
I squealed in pleasure. Allowed myself to adjust, but again, I was already so hot, so worked up, that I didn’t need to do much adjusting.
“Fuck!” I gasped.
He stared up at me with a look of intense concentration. I wondered if he was having trouble preventing him
self from blowing his. His cock twitched.
"Is something bothering you?" I asked with a smile.
"Nothing," he gasped.
I pulled myself up and slammed down. That twitching continued, and the orgasmic feeling that had been building inside me ever since we started this was threatening to explode. I could feel it deep inside my stomach, threatening to break free and overwhelm me.
"Are you sure nothing's wrong?" I asked. "Because it looks like you're having trouble…"
"No trouble at all…"
I pulled up and slammed down on him again. He grunted and gasped.
"I think someone's having trouble hanging on," I said.
I leaned over him. The hardness of my nipples brushed against the hardness of his muscular body. That was enough to send a completely different wave of pleasure that had nothing to do with what was building between my legs.
I leaned down over his ear.
"Come for me," I said. "I need to feel it. Come on spaceman…”
I pulled up and slammed down again. It occurred to me that at any moment he could use those powerful hands to stop me, but he didn't seem interested in doing anything of the sort.
No, he could've stopped this at any moment, and the fact that he wasn't stopping only encouraged me. Up and down again, and this time I knew I was close. I'd never been this close going this slow with another guy, but I knew it was going to hit me now.
"So close," I whimpered.
"Melissa," he grunted. "You're going to…"
Up and down one final time. The final time. Because it hit me. It washed over me. Every part of my body was nothing but pure pleasure.
And I wasn't the only one enjoying that feeling. No he grunted one more time and his massive cock twitched inside me. It was happening. He was filling me, and that only added to the enjoyment of that wonderful moment.
I threw my head back and screamed. I allowed myself to relish the pure pleasure of that moment. It was so good. So I let go and screamed how good it was to the heavens.
I didn't give a fuck that the walls were paper thin. There were so many other noises mixing in from outside that it's not like it mattered. So I allowed myself to ride that wave of pleasure as he groaned under me. As I was filled by my strange man from another world.
This was good. Enough that I wished he could stay on earth forever. It almost made me glad that my friends had been kidnapped if it was what allowed me to enjoy this singularly wonderful feeling.
Finally the feeling started to subside. I did a few more slow strokes just to enjoy coming down, and then I stared down at him. My eyes were lidded and he looked so damn hot.
"So was that a good welcome to my planet?" I asked.
"You're damn right it was!" he gasped.
I felt like there was more I should've said, but I couldn't think. I could only bask in the afterglow of what we'd just done.
If someone told me I’d be banging a man from another world at the beginning of the night I would've thought they were crazy, but here we were. I rolled off and stared up at the stained motel ceiling. Thought about everything that had happened tonight, and wondered where it would go from here.
At least I could rest assured that no matter whatever else happened this evening, I had this one amazing experience to look back on.
15
Flin
I fell back against the pillow and had to adjust myself a couple of times before I was situated halfway comfortably. The bedding in this place definitely wasn’t up to the standards of what I was used to on the ship where I could literally float on a cushion of air thanks to manipulation of force fields.
Something told me that this bed was in piss poor shape even by the standards of this world. I almost would’ve preferred the bed of leaves I got to enjoy on the last planet. Now that had been surprisingly comfortable!
“That was amazing,” I said.
“I’ll say. I’d even go so far as to describe it as out of this world!” Melissa replied.
I locked eyes with her. Made a production of rolling my own. I wanted her to know exactly what I thought of that joke.
“What? I thought that was a good one,” she said.
“Bad humor is bad humor no matter what world you’re on,” I said.
She reached out and smacked my chest, but it wasn’t a terribly malicious smack. More playful than anything else.
“What did I do to deserve that?” I asked.
“You were a smartass. That’s what you did!” she replied.
Melissa leaned back against her pillow and closed her eyes. She looked perfectly content, and perfectly content was about how I felt after all the fun we’d just had. I never thought I’d get to have that sort of fun when this mission started. To be honest I felt more than a little guilt that I’d enjoyed myself like this while one of my crew was dead and the other was likely a captive, but at the same time we needed to hide out for a little while and what else were we supposed to do to pass the time?
Melissa’s eyes shot open. She sat up and turned to me in a panic. I tried to stay serious, but it was difficult to concentrate on whatever was worrying her with the distracting way she looked sitting up in this dingy bed wearing absolutely nothing.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I didn’t even think about this. We didn’t use protection! Please tell me you have some sort of spaceman birth control implanted in your business down there or something,” she said.
I chuckled. “Well I guess you could say that. I mean you’ve been to space, so you obviously don’t have to worry about that sort of thing.”
She looked at me like I’d sprouted a second head or something. Not the reaction I was hoping for. I knew there was a bit of lost in translation going on between us, but I didn’t think my translator would be that busted. It was obvious what I said made no sense to her.
“What are you talking about? I’ve never been to space before! What would that have to do with anything anyways?”
“Well you know. The Flaw. Women who go into space can’t have children,” I said. “And what do you mean you never went into space? What about all that space junk I saw orbiting your planet? We even tracked flights going into the upper atmosphere on the regular which would be enough to manifest the flaw. I have to admit we were surprised at how cavalier you were about flying, or figured maybe it was just the men who did it.”
Again she was staring at me as though I was a crazy man. It was obvious she understood my words, but at the same time it was painfully obvious that the way I was stringing them together made absolutely no sense to her. What the hell?
“The Flaw? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been on flights, but there are plenty of women who fly and they can still have kids. There are women who’ve been in space and they can still have kids,” she said.
I felt a chill run through me. It couldn’t possibly be true. So many people had searched for so long. Sure this world fit the profile, but fitting the profile and actually being a legend come to life were two very different things.
“There is a genetic Flaw that we discovered when we started going into space,” I said. “Every splinter of human civilization that’s rebuilt and ventured out into the void has run into a huge problem. Women who travel in space lose the ability to reproduce.”
“Yeah, that’s not a thing here,” Melissa said. “Plenty of women have traveled in space. No idea what you’re talking about.”
That tingling was moving from my scalp down to the rest of my body. I had the feeling that I was on the verge of discovering something huge. Something that could potentially change the balance of power in this galaxy. Something that could potentially ruin this world if it wasn’t discovered by the right people first.
I needed more information, but if this was true then it was more important than ever that I got off of this world before Rethvar and his people did. Otherwise they would quickly realize that the women they captured from this world retained the ability to reproduce a
fter being taken into space, and from there it would be a short amount of time before entire Imperium warfleets descended on this world and completely depopulated it by half.
Probably by more than half. Something told me the men of this world wouldn’t stand by while their women were taken from them, but it’s not like they would be able to put up much of a fight either.
“Can you provide a clear example of a woman who’s gone into space and had kids later?” I asked. “We might need to stop at one of your local knowledge repositories. This is information I need before I leave this world.”
“You mean like a library or something?”
“Is that where your people store their knowledge?”
“Well it used to be. Not really these days though. I could just look it up for you right now,” she said.
She pulled up that screen that everyone seemed to stare into on this world. She tapped for a few moments and then came up with a picture of a woman wearing a very primitive looking spacesuit smiling at the camera.
“Here you go. Major Lea McElroy. Commanded a couple of shuttle missions back in the ‘80s and then had some kids in the early ‘90s. She’s one of several that came up when I did a search,” she said.
“Amazing,” I said, pulling her screen from her and looking at the article she’d pulled up in disbelief.
It couldn’t possibly be true, and yet it was. Apparently they didn’t have many people who actually went into orbit around this world, but of the females who did go into orbit there were plenty who’d later gone on to have families.
Of course her casual talk of traveling via flight should’ve also been a giveaway. Old style flights on our world that brushed the upper atmosphere were sometimes close enough to cause the Flaw to manifest. If that sort of thing happened on this world with the number of flights we registered in the atmosphere on our initial scan then she would know about it. We had to have special flights just for women on our world that stayed well inside the atmosphere just to be safe.
“Amazing? What, do you not have search engines on your planet?”
“What? I’m not talking about finding the information. I’m talking about what this information says about this world! This is incredible!”