His mind was a jumble of thoughts. He was still reeling from his encounter with Neirna. He was torn between being affronted and flattered at the frank sexual approach of the Aquilans. There was a fleeting thought in his mind that he might not be able to recover quickly enough after the recent sex, though his 'sexual organ' seemed to be indicating quite otherwise as it grew larger and stiffer with each tug the three women were giving it.
"Good," said Flennie. "I will kiss you first, my crew members will observe. Please keep your eyes open, it assists in evaluation."
Flennie stood up on her tiptoes, pushing her supple body into his and kissing him with a calculated approach.
Angelo found it to be an exciting, but disturbing kiss. Flennie's beautiful body seemed to be moving against him in such a way as to be almost instinctive, yet calculated. Her nipples brushed against his chest before pushing into him more firmly, her arms and hands caressed his back, and her lips were indeed very kissable. Yet, her eyes were cold. They were watching him from a clinical distance and there was no sign of the passion the rest of her body was relaying.
"Very good," she said upon finishing the kiss. "His pupils responded well, his nerves were sensitive. The vessels in his penis seemed to dilate a satisfactory amount, wouldn't you agree?"
"We would," concurred the other two women.
Now it was A'nish's turn, she was a bit taller - almost as tall as him - their lips met easily and he had to fight a bit of dizziness from the intensity of their kiss. His hands rose unbidden to the ample breasts pressed against him and caressed them tenderly. Yet again, however, there was the cold removal in her eyes.
"I thank you for that added stimulation," said A'nish. "Whether you are chosen for me on this occasion, I look forward to copulating with you at some point during your time on the ship. Crewmates, how would you rate our kiss?"
"It was quite satisfactory," said Flennie. "Yet, I am having difficulty in differentiating my kiss from yours in any qualitative fashion."
"I must agree," said the dark-skinned beauty. "It remains to Leneria to see whom might gain honor of first coitus with you, our new liaison."
"Very well," said the exotic woman. "We shall see if I elicit any greater circulatory or nervous responses in Commander Angelo Telegin."
She pushed her body into his and rapped a hand around his neck, pulling him down into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.
The effect was immediate and startling for Angelo. While his lovemaking session with Neirna had been unique and amazing, and his kisses with the first two women had been 'stimulating' as they put it, his body instantly sang out to Leneria. Forgetting the directions they had given him, he closed his eyes as they kissed. Fireworks, constellations, pathways of light burst in his mind at the intensity of their kiss. He opened his eyes and saw with some satisfaction that her eyes were closed, too. Pulling back from her, he watched her in wonder as she stayed there, her eyes still closed, her lips still parted. Her eyes suddenly flew open and she held her hand to her mouth in shock.
"I am somewhat disappointed," said A'nish, "it is clear his body responds most readily to yours."
"Indeed," said the brunette who called herself Flennie. "You are well matched and the first coupling should indeed be with Leneria."
They had not noticed Leneria's response, but Angelo had. She was looking down at the ground, blushing.
"Are you alright?" he asked with some concern."
"I am perfectly right," said Leneria. "All of me. However, I must disagree with your analysis. It is A'nish who provoked the greatest response. I will leave it to you to welcome Commander Telegin aboard. Flennie, I will give the responsibility of observing and reporting on the copulation. I have business to attend to elsewhere."
"But, I'd like to try it with Leneria," said Angelo, quite seriously.
"But it isn't your decision, is it," said Leneria, with more than just a slight bit of annoyance. "It was ours to choose, and A'nish will couple with you now. Goodbye."
With something akin to a huff, Leneria turned on her heel and departed to other portions of the ship.
"Come, Commander Angelo Telegin," said A'nish, "we will find surroundings more comfortable for sexual congress."
A'nish took Angelo's hand and led him to a cabin. As the hatch slid open, Angelo was first worried that she had led him to a padded cell. From floor to ceiling, the room was covered in padding, silks, and sheets.
"Umm, she's coming with? Is she going to join in?" he said, indicating Flennie who had taken a seat with an electronic writing tablet.
"No, Flennie is merely here to observe our sexual union and take notes on your strengths and deficiencies."
"Deficiencies?"
Commander Telegin, we take our copulation quite seriously, there is always room for improvement. Practice until perfection; that is our motto.
"Where've you been all of my life?" said Angelo with a grin.
Flennie took a note.
"We hear that quite frequently from the liaisons," she said, "especially from the males. Now, it is time for us to couple."
A'nish, the stunning chocolate-skinned beauty began to do just that. Her body was soon pressed against him and she was lowering him to the floor, kissing her way down his torso.
All the while, Flennie sat by and continued a steady stream of typing as she observed the two together.
When A'nish arrived at his cock, she examined it both sensuously and clinically (if such a thing was possible).
"Reasonable size," she said. "Aesthetically pleasing glans, circumcision providing more ready access for oral stimulation."
"Is she going to... okay!"
The oral stimulation A'nish had been referring to had just begun, stopping Angelo mid-sentence, making him quite readily forget any objections he had to the side-by-side examination and seduction.
A'nish then proceeded to give Angelo a truly crippling blowjob. If he'd been asked to do anything at all while her gorgeous full lips were wrapped around his shaft, he would have been truly incapable of even responding. Just as his balls began to simmer with the hints of an orgasm, she backed off, making him moan with the divine torture of her ceasing her activities.
"You may now stimulate me," she said calmly.
Rolling off of him and lying back - she beckoned him to her.
If Angelo had been uncomfortable with the scrutiny he'd been receiving, now he was more than a bit nervous. A'nish laid back to receive his attentions, Flennie continued observing and notating.
"I feel like I'm being graded as a lover," he said with a nervous chuckle.
"But you are," said A'nish, "though we prefer the term sexual partner."
"However, there is no specific grade if you are referring to typical human school grading systems," continued Flennie. "You are merely being evaluated for strengths, weaknesses, and predilections."
"Oh," said Angelo, "that makes me feel better. Well, here goes."
He began kissing A'nish, and she responded in ways that certainly led him to believe he would get some sort of passing grade in at least some areas.
There was an oddness about the encounter, however - and that was in the lack of talk. Not that Angelo was obsessed with dirty talk, or expected A'nish to be screaming out 'lick me' or something else along those lines - but her silence was off-putting. The only clue he had of his effectiveness was the way her body responded and increases in her breathing. Occasionally she would moan slightly with pleasure - but anything audible seemed more involuntary.
Working his way down her body, he was soon kissing away at her vulva and paying special attention to her clitoris. With his index finger, he reached inside of her and was pleased to quickly find her G-spot and elicit the first true moan from his odd yet beautiful partner.
"That is very good," she sighed. "Very good, indeed. Oh! I'm going to climax now."
A'nish gave a huge sigh as her body began to shake with tremors of pleasure. When her body had recovered, she gave him a slight smile and compl
imented him.
"Excellent manual manipulation, Commander Telegin, your oral endeavors could use some improved technique - but we will be pleased with you. Now, let us proceed to full copulation."
Angelo soon found his cock pressing against his partner's moist pussy, dripping from his recent attentions.
They began the slow and sensuous horizontal dance known throughout the universe to all of human form. Never before had Angelo lain with such a responsive lover. Every move she made seemed perfectly calculated to heighten his pleasure. Her hands on his back, her hips against his pelvis, her lips on his chest - it was though she was plugged directly into his nervous system.
He felt he was doing his best to respond in kind, but knew somehow he was falling short. Had he not been so deep in the throes of pleasure, he might have felt more guilty about it. As it was, he was lost to passion.
"You are amazing," he moaned as A'nish rode him with great expertise after they had spun around and she had taken him cowgirl style.
"No, I am not," said A'nish - while at the same time massaging his cock with her inner muscles. "Our union has been clumsy and inefficient, but that can be rectified with further practice between the two of us."
This statement seemed to be a challenge of sorts, and one which Angelo felt he must rise to.
He began pounding his cock into her from below, taking full of advantage of the hours of intense physical workouts he had engaged in on the trip out. Her dark skin soon flushed and he was pleased to see his rapid-fire thrusts had pushed her over the edge into a second orgasm. As she collapsed against him, he still felt stung by her comment. He kept going, rocking her body on top of him, her weight resting on her ample breasts and her body shifting back and forth atop him in almost fluid-like fashion.
"Ve-ry en-thus-i-as-tic if no-thing else," said A'nish, her words coming out in pulses between thrusts."
"Oh Gods, A'nish," he cried out, his sudden attack having a quite expected effect on his own body. He felt the second cum of the day gathering in his cock and preparing to burst forth.
His body stiffened and the white pool waiting inside of him shot forward. It surprised him, in a way, because it as though even more semen sprayed deep into her silky cavern than his prior ejaculation with Neirna.
"Our session is complete," said A'nish in a tone that showed the first sign of emotion Angelo had yet to hear.
He pulled her face down to kiss her, but she turned her face away.
"Again, the curious kiss," she said. "So many of your kind seem to rudely prolong intimacy."
"Rudely? Don't you like kissing?" asked Angelo.
"My likes and dislikes don't enter the picture," said A'nish. "Kissing is effective stimulation - but it is considered rude among our kind to initiate intimacy after-the-fact."
"Why?" asked Angelo. "Why is it rude?"
"It simply is," she replied coldly. "You have been welcomed aboard with intimacy. Be grateful and take comfort that I haven't taken offense."
Angelo was grateful...and perplexed. Physically, he had just experienced some of the most intense sex of his life - but emotionally he was reeling. First there had been the desperate fuck with Neirna, then the clinical/erotic session with A'nish - but there was no sense of closure. No goodbye kiss, not even a thank you. It wasn't like he needed an after-sex cuddle, but something was needed.
A'nish was already standing and Flennie was offering him a hand up.
"A'nish, this is most interesting," said Flennie. "Look at his sexual organ. It has already passed tumescent recovery and seems well on its way to an erection again. It seems his body is extremely responsive to the pheromonized atmosphere.""Tumescent what? Pheruh-what?"
"We prefer to maintain a high state of sexual arousal in our ship," explained Flennie. "As such, our scientists have designed a custom pheromone/hormone mixture for our internal atmosphere to which all human forms respond with varying degrees. The fact that this is your second copulation in the past hour and that you are visibly approaching erection once more indicates your body is well attuned to the mixture. Now, it is meal time - come to the galley where you can meet the majority of the crew.
They re-entered the hallway. Angelo was wishing for some sort of cloth to cover the object of Flennie's inspection, but they were soon greeted by several naked crew members of both sexes, the male members of which displayed prominent evidence of the 'high state of sexual arousal' desired.
One couple appeared to be mechanics of some sort -- complete with tool belts, but nothing else. The woman, a green-tinted beauty of Alluvian stock, was patiently repairing a power conduit as a man of slightly greater height than Angelo took her from behind - though still handing her tools as she needed them.
This was nothing compared to the scene which greeted them when they entered the galley. The closest thing Angelo could think of was the banquets and orgies described to have happened in the days of ancient Rome. There were platters of food spread about, and on every table and bench were naked bodies - a great many of them joined together in some form of sexual union. The coupling stopped, however, upon their entrance.
"Attention please, attention," said a male Adonis of impressive proportions (in all aspects). Please join me in welcoming Commander Angelo Telegin, our newest fleet liaison.
"Greetings Commander Telegin," said the masses as one.
Had Angelo been in a state of mind to observe smaller details, he would have noticed a majority of the females turning to their info tablets. Instead, he simply tried to stay focused and cross to the man who had made the announcement.
"Am I to assume you are the captain?" he asked.
"No," said the muscular crewman. "We don't have captains as you would think of them. I am, however, part of the navigation team and seem to have certain natural predispositions toward being a better host. Marcus, at your service."
"Marcus, nice to meet you," said Angelo, shaking his hand.
"I too, am fascinated to meet another representative of your race," said Marcus warmly. "Tell me, did you know Captain Neirna... I mean, beyond the sexual congress we believe you shared with her upon your arrival?"
"I uh... wow, you are one frank race. I knew Neirna at the Fleet Academy and served under her in two battle exercises - but I wouldn't say I knew her all that well."
"She was a good liaison," said Marcus. "Competent, intelligent, and a most able and enthusiastic sexual partner."
"Yes, about the sex," said Angelo, stammering. "It's very... very..."
"Perplexing?" offered Marcus. "That was a word Neirna often used."
"Yes, that's a good word."
"Come with me, Commander Angelo Telegin," said Marcus. "I believe I can shed some light on our race."
They walked past steady line of sex in the galley and were about to leave when a svelte young blond disentangled herself from her partners and scurried to Angelo's side.
"Hello Commander Angelo. I am Lietseleh. I saw the report," she said with an almost smile.
"The report?" asked Angelo.
"Yes," she said, tapping an info screen by the door. "Flennie's report. And the vid she recorded?"
"She recorded a vid?"
"Of course," she said, "How else could we help each other improve? I am considered a particularly apt tutor in oral stimulation. I would like to teach you. It could be a most pleasurable experience. How about now?"
Marcus intervened.
"Lietseleh, we have three months with the Commander, give me some time to show him around the ship before we initiate him any further."
"Very well, but don't forget me, Commander."
They departed the galley and started down a more secluded corridor where there were far fewer Aquilans and they seemed to be busy at chores too serious to multitask between sex and work.
"Where are we going?" asked Angelo.
"To the heart of the ship. We simply call it the Center," explained Marcus. "I am hoping to shed some light on our unusual ways."
They paused at a
large armored door and Marcus turned to Angelo with a quite serious expression.
"Commander, you are about to see a sight few Galactic humans have been privileged to witness. In the Center are our relatives, over five hundred true Aquilans, contained in a tank of nebula-like atmosphere. Here are some goggles to shield our eyes from the most intense output from their coupling."
They donned darkened goggles and Marcus pressed a button which opened the great hatch.
Before Angelo was a sight he knew he would never forget. In a huge tank of transparent plasteel floated countless creatures, pulsating with bursts and trails of light. Jellyfish crossed with mitochondria might have been an adequate description, but they were infinitely more complex and beautiful.
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