Heavenly Bodies
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A bold hand wrapped around his cock and began the familiar dance. Soon a pair of eager lips enveloped it as well.
His eyes flew open. “Shahla! Wherever did you learn…?”
“We’ve been researching the human mating ritual with help of unofficial knowledge retrieved from one of your crewmates’ personal files.” Mahla cascaded kisses across his face and neck. “Is this oral stimulation not acceptable?”
“Acceptable?” Shahla eased more of his length into her mouth, sucking and licking his cock with abandon. Frank groaned, patting her curly hair in thankful response. “It’s more than acceptable—it’s fantastic. You two studied Lupitz’s files, didn’t you?”
Mahla yanked off her sweatshirt, presenting her breasts to his lips. She tasted honey-sweet. He fingered her moist pussy. She sighed. “Hmm…yes. Crewman Lupitz’s files were most…informative.”
Frank laughed. “Bless ol’ Lupitz. The idiot couldn’t discern an oncoming asteroid from his own ass, but he certainly knew how to teach twin angels the fine art of lovemaking.”
Shahla’s expert ministrations on his cock and Mahla’s attentive kissing and fondling tempted him to explode at any moment. He tried to pull back a bit to gain a little breathing space. This time, Frank wanted to slow things down so he could demonstrate the full range of the human mating ritual to his comely companions, but he had never entertained two willing participants simultaneously before. The logistics of pleasuring two angels at once seemed daunting.
As if they reading his thoughts, the angels paused in their sensual assaults and rearranged their positions. His head slid from the pillows until he was lying flat against the bed.
Shahla straddled his hips and tore off her jersey with a cry of triumph. “Fuck me, Frank. Let me feel your hard, tasty cock inside me. Can you feel how wet I am?”
She pulled his hand to her pussy and pushed her clit against it, allowing his fingers to probe inside. She felt tight and ready.
He groaned. “Are you sure? I mean, since you’re not human, I don’t want to do anything that could hurt you, or—”
“I want you. Now.” Shahla instantly impaled himself on his erection, pulling his rock-solid length deep within, clenching her muscles about him.
Frank groaned. It somehow felt different, but it still felt good. However these two angels were really built, they still seemed to possess a clitoris and an orifice that enjoyed a good fucking.
“Yes, that’s it. I want you to fuck my brains out, Frank.” Shahla swayed against his cock with increasing momentum. “Oh! I see the stars.”
“Do not worry about me, Frank,” Mahla murmured. “I have an idea how you can pleasure me as well.” She threw a leg across his face and lowered her pussy to meet his lips. “Perhaps you would like a little more breakfast?”
“Would I!” Frank gently positioned Mahla’s hips and began to feast. His twin angels started to rock their hips to some inner, primitive rhythm. One angel breathlessly greeted his darting tongue with her pulsing clit; the other writhed against the force of his cock thrusts with equal elation. They grasped each other’s shoulders for support, their large breasts brushing together, tweaking nipples into hard points, bringing forth blissful sighs.
“I want to repeat this activity over and over again.” Shahla tilted her head back, sobbing, “Fuck me harder, Frank. Never terminate the human mating ritual.”
Escalating the intensity of his thrusts, Frank could swear he could hear the sound of his balls smacking hard against pussy. He plunged a tongue deep into Mahla’s core and was rewarded with a surprised squeal of delight. He moaned. The erotic symphony of sight, tastes and sounds was exquisite torture.
“Hmm, this stimulation is most pleasurable, too.” Mahla continued her slow, spiraling hip-dance across his face. “Frank’s tactile skills are quite advanced for a human. His tongue knows how to…how to…make stars appear.”
The overwhelming sensations of Mahla’s sweetness on his tongue and the vise of Shahla’s powerful pussy enveloping his rod threatened to push him over the edge any second. He had to last a bit longer. A bit longer, until…
“The stars! They surround me!” Shahla shouted.
“Stars…everywhere!” Mahla whispered in awe.
No longer able to hold back, Franks’s hot cum exploded into Shahla’s shuddering cunt. Mahla thrust hard against his tongue, collapsing with a cry into her twin’s arms. Slowly the twin angels dropped to the mattress and lay cradled in his arms, panting from their exertions.
“Can we repeat the mating ritual again within one Earth cycle?” Mahla’s voice sounded far-off and dreamy as she stroked his inner thigh.
“Hmm, Do you mean days or years?” Frank joked.
“Hours,” Shahla replied with a devilish smile, her finger playfully circling his nipples. “There are many variations on the ritual we have studied from Crewman Lupitz’s files, and we are quite eager to have you demonstrate them for us.”
* * * * * *
“We’re relieved to learn that you survived the collision, Rimmer,” came the emotionless voice across the sub-space communications link. “Having said that, Earth Space Command cannot authorize sending a ship to your sector to rescue one lone crewman. You have ample supplies and a functioning cryo-stasis chamber. You will have to wait until the star cruiser Vega returns from sector seven in approximately five years.” A pause, then a bit more humanely, “Sorry, Frank. But that’s how it goes.”
“Understood, sir. Rimmer out.”
He switched off the com link. His words would take several hours to reach Space Command Central. He hadn’t bothered to tell his superiors about how he had survived the accident, and how he had been unfrozen. With the time delay, his story would only confuse them. And it was better if Earth didn’t know about his angels—for his angels’ safety, that is.
“Your people are not coming for you?” Mahla’s expression displayed both sadness and shock.
“Are you not a valuable member of your society?” Shahla wondered aloud.
“Not particularly.” Frank shrugged and turned away from the com panel. “You see, ladies, I’m just your run-of-the-mill space cadet. Ships are expensive and take a lot of fuel. They just can’t zip out here from Earth and retrieve me. They have to schedule my rescue into their other spacecrafts’ already crowded schedules.”
The twins looked at each other for several moments, sharing thoughts, before turning back to him.
“You will come with us,” Mahla announced.
“Yes, you will live with us.” Shahla placed a hand on his shoulder. “We will not leave you alone without companionship for so long.”
Mahla hugged his other arm. “Yes, we will not leave you.”
Frank smiled and tenderly kissed them both on the cheek. “It’s very thoughtful of you two, but how would I fit in? I mean, I realize now that you two are not humanoids—and that the only reason I see you as human is because of a drug you administer. What happens when it wears off?”
“We will embed a memory chip into your cranium that will allow the visualization to continue indefinitely.” Shahla tapped a finger on the side of his head. “And we can adjust the life support on our ship to meet your needs.”
Mahla nodded. “Yes, we can do that. Our Hive Mother and other sister-clones will be most happy to welcome you to our home world. Please accept our offer.”
It’s what he always wanted—to settle down with a couple of wonderful girls and to see the universe. Frank scratched his chin and carefully considered their proposition for a full ten seconds before answering. “All right, I’ll do it. After all, someone from my species has to make first contact with yours. Why not me?”
The angels squealed with delight and embraced him, kissing him repeatedly.
“Can we celebrate with another mating ceremony before departure?” Shahla teased.
He laughed. “Hold on there a second. I’ll need to pack a few personal things and square things away here, and leave a message with Space Comman
d about where I’m going. There’s no need for them to divert a ship to this position anytime soon if I’m not around to be rescued.”
“Very wise. We will need to pack a few things as well,” Mahla agreed.
Several minutes later, Frank noticed the angels coming out of the mess hall holding the pin-up calendar. “What are you doing with that thing?” he asked.
“The graphic representations on this object inspired our current forms,” Shahla explained. “We will need to show the other sister-clones and Hive Mother what human females resemble so they may project an appropriate image. Are these visuals not good depictions of human females?”
A whole planet of pin-up girls… Frank swallowed hard. He felt that oh-so-wonderful twinge in his groin again.
“Yes, the visuals are perfect. They’re exactly what human females look like. I can’t wait to meet your friends.”
What heavenly bodies! He was going to love his new life.
Celine Chatillon
Celine Chatillon is the alter ego of multi-published contemporary romance novelist, Cynthianna Appel. Celine finds writing erotica a very pleasant departure from her day job as a small press manuscript reader.
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