The Planet OhAno 4 Crash - Pt. 01

The year is 2324 back on Earth. I don't know what year it is here on the planet we call, "OhAno 4". I'm sure the inhabitants have a different name for it. Of the 43-member crew of the Explorer Survey Ship, "Ambassador 3", only twelve of us survived the crash landing on the Great Red Plaines near the city of Tabor-Nu. It all happened so fast. Were we suddenly and invisibly attacked from the surface, or did we self-destruct by some internal malfunction? Our chief engineer was working on possible causes to extrapolate repairs when the ship exploded. We had no warning. No communications from the planet or otherwise. We had no time to jettison the rescue signal buoy into space and found it smashed where the engineering department used to be. No one at Space Force was aware of our condition.

The Command Module of the ship was not directly hit, and the Bridge was only part of the ship spared in the crash. Thankfully, of those spared were the Officers of the First Watch and most experienced. We gathered a short distance from the wreckage and fashioned a temporary shelter from what we could salvage from the various parts of the ship. After that, we tended to the remains of the crew as best we could. By nightfall, we had buried our fallen comrades under the meadowlands of a foreign land. We accounted for all except three, who we assumed had no remains because of the explosions. We listed the dead crew and missing members in the captain's audio logbook.

We built a small fire using the few salvaged survival canisters we found. There was also a small amount of food and water, but not enough to last long. Now, it was time for rest. Those who were able stood four, 2-hour watches, two by two, through the night. As captain, I tried to rest but found the loss of crew and ship to be detrimental to sleep. This planet is the second planet in the same solar orbit as its twin, we call "Oh-no 3". Their sun gives-off odd light rays that affect the colors of things we perceive. We have yet to visit either planet and have not developed relations with the inhabitants. We are on a peaceful exploration and mapping expedition, after all. Our weapons are for self-protection defense. Without established communications they could not have known. And yet, they are advanced enough to shoot us down with an invisible weapon our ship's sensors did not detect.

As dawn broke causing our eyes to open into the weird light, we found ourselves surrounded by what I'm assuming were warrior women. They were thinly humanoid and bald headed, and their skin seemed to be constantly shifting in metallic colors. Compared to earthlings, they also appeared to be female mammalian in form. They wore clothing that reflected the sunlight but not mirror-like. They appeared peaceful. I saw no weapons. I turned and awakened the rest of the sleeping crew, then approached who I perceived as a leader.

"I am Captain T. J. Kirock of the Explorer Survey Ship, Ambassador 3. We crashed here yesterday. Most of our crew was killed. We came in peace. We have no hostile intentions."

Their leader said nothing. The others looked around and at each other. The people had a mouth portal, so I assumed they could render speech of some type. Suddenly, the leader motioned to another, who then approached me slowly and placed what looked like small old-fashioned 20th century headphones on my head, but where the small speakers might have been were instead placed at my temples. I felt a small electrical sting.

In a short time, I began receiving images, then voices in languages I did not understand. Gradually, like tuning-in a radio signal, I began hearing our own language. I raised my right hand and smiled. "Yes, yes. I can understand you now. Can you understand me?"

Their leader did not need this device and would speak to me directly.

"I am Krall. I stand before you. It is clear to us now that you mean us no harm. Our automated planetary defense system miscalculated your intent of your ship's purpose in passing our planet. We have been violated in the past and have taken measures. That will not happen to us ever again. You did not respond to our system's communication warnings. The results, you know."

"We understood no communication or warnings. If we had done so, we would have responded in kind. That is our way."

"The past is past. You are our responsibility now. I will communicate with you and you with your crew. Now, gather and bring with you as much of your food and essentials as you can carry. We will replicate it for your future needs. We will escort you to temporary shelter until a suitable domicile can be created for you. Let us proceed."

I sensed no danger, and the crew seemed to share that observation. We gathered what we could and followed our escorts through the red grasslands to their village of Tabor-nu. The gates of the city were guarded by 20-foot all, armed warrior robots that stood like stone statues. I got the distinct impression they could be quickly activated for defense. The remainder of the town resembled what on earth we would say was a medieval castle courtyard with a city center around a well running of deep blue waters.

We were escorted to a cleansing room. Krall ordered, "You will remove all your clothing and put it into this container. Then you will be cleansed of contaminates and given new protective clothing. Do it now."

The twelve of us, men and women, disrobed and deposited our clothes into the container provided. Within seconds, all the clothing was disintegrated. Next came the showers of blue rain, yellow cleansing foam and a few moments of soaking time as the suds drained down our bodies. I wiped the suds from my eyelids and saw two of our escorts, eye to eye, communicating and pointing to some of the men and women. They paid particular attention to the male sex organs and the women's buttocks and breasts. It seemed to create some level of amusement for them. Next came the blue rain again as the suds was washed away along with all of our body hair. The next stage was an irradiating ray of deep purple that left our skin dry and flaked. The last stage of our cleanse was a spray lotion to further sanitize our skin. We were given clothing along the lines of aluminum foil fastened together as coveralls.

I then received a communication from Krall in another room. "You will be given clothing appropriate to your new station while you visit here." I relayed that to my first officer, Commander Cody-nai.

"What do you suppose he means, our new station here."

"Apparently, sir, they have plans for us of which we have not been made aware."

Krall added, still from inside another room, "You and your crew will rest while we prepare other things. Your food supplies will be returned to you shortly. The samples you provided are being synthesized now. Please use up your supply quickly as we have no storage facilities for it."

We were escorted to another room where simple cots were arranged military barracks style in a single room. After a rough night and long march today, it was easy to sleep.

We had no idea of time, but we awoke hungry. Our food supplies and water had been delivered and were available on a table in the center of the barracks. We each helped ourselves. Afterward, we sat in a circle and discussed our situation. Were we prisoners or were we guests? Could we expect cooperation in getting communication to Space Force to organize a rescue for us? What were the circumstances of our new station here, as mentioned by Krall? These were all unanswered questions. There was some level of fear and skepticism.

By now, it would be getting near dark outside. We had heard nothing new from Krall. Our questions might soon be answered as the door to our barracks was opening.

Krall led his group into the barracks -- one of his people to one of ours -- and led us all out and down the corridor and out to the town square. It seemed the entire village was in attendance sitting on various benches and seats arranged around the square as in a haphazardly arranged coliseum. There was no sound from the villagers.

Krall spoke again into my headset. "You are a new species to our people. We wish to honor you and know you better. To do this you must be in your true form. You will take off your clothes and present yourselves individually and speak your name loudly for the people."

I relayed what Krall had said to the crew. We declined to remove our clothes, but each spoke our names to the crowd.

Krall reiterated, "We only wish to honor you in your true form. You will take off your clothes."

"As captain, I believe our clothing is not an issue to your recognition and we refuse to remove our clothing."

Krall stated again, "We only wish to honor you in your true form. You will take off your clothes. If you do not, we will kill one of your crew at random. This is not a simple request. It is our custom."

I turned to the crew and added that one of us would be killed if our clothing were not removed. One by one, the crew complied. As we were not given underwear, in our conventional sense, we were then totally nude and in our true form, as they say.

The heads and the faces in the crowd began turning, shaking, and vibrating. It must have been their communication process. One by one, we spoke our names again. The crowd clapped their hands in unison as if in musical interludes of 4-4 time for a full minute. The crowd communications continued, then suddenly stopped.

In the silence of only a few moments, a few citizens appeared carrying small signs that they began to hang around our necks. Six had a different character and the other six repeated those characters. Twelve people, six characters.

Krall commanded again. "Now that we have honored you. We must study your ways if we are to understand your species. We have matched you by your sexes and now wish you to demonstrate how you reproduce your species. It is far too time consuming to do this individually, so you will do this for us now for all to witness. The pairs we wish to see together are so indicated by matching character signs. You will begin now."

"Krall, with all due respect to you and your people, this is a very private and sacred act among our people. It is only enacted from an emotional place of love. Surely as leader, your species has similar customs."

"In the words I sensed from reading the mind of one of your crew, this is bullshit. You will do this for us or one of each of your sexes will die because of your refusal."

I so informed the crew. We had already lost much of our crew. It seemed now like such a little thing. We were all highly trained and physically maintained human specimens.

I decided to give the crew more time to consider their next moves.

"Krall, will we be provided a way to communicate with our home planet to arrange our rescue?"

"No. We have no such facility."

"Are we guests or prisoners here?"

"You are stalling for some reason. Guests, prisoners, what is the difference? We brought you safely into our village. You have no idea what dangers lurk where you landed. You are being provided the essentials that you need to survive. All we ask if for you to do these small things for us. We wish to understand your species. If your crew does not begin soon, I shall have to select two to die. That also will not be your choice to make."

I had to tell the crew what Krall had said. I had barely uttered the words, when, several citizens came and took each male and female crew member with matching signs and arranged them equidistant around the center of the town square. The only light was flaming torches and hundreds of people. Resigned to their fate, the couples spoke briefly in private before the kissing began. I was pared with Yeoman Reynolds whose specialty was security clearances and special access computer programs. She was also young and pretty. The crowd somehow knew of my personal preferences in women, although she looked different being bald instead of blond as before.

I held her in my arms and told her before we began, "I'm sorry about this, Yeoman."

"I'm not, captain. I've wanted this for a long time. Don't be shy. Oh, and my name is Christine."

Kissing Christine was tender, sweet, and wanting. Her lips were luscious and full. As she sucked on my lower lip and eventually my tongue, I felt my cock stiffen. Her only reply was, "Mmmm." She kissed me with a smile. I moved my lips down her neck, and she let out a small giggle and slipped away, downward toward my left nipple. She stopped there and hovered so her tongue could do its magic. I reached for her left breast and felt the fullness and weight of it in my hand. Tenderly, I pressed her nipple. She reached up and assisted my fingers to pinch her harder. Message received.

Her right hand had by now reached underneath my balls and stroked forward grasping my cock too. Her hand was warm and soft as she stroked gently. When my hardness was to her satisfaction, she dropped to her knees and slowly impaled her lips onto it deeply, then sucked hard as she moved backwards. My cock glistened with her saliva as she sucked her way onto my cock again, testing her limits. The attention of the crowd was of no consequence to her. This was her chance to impress the captain and enjoy her long-held fantasy. Christine held her breath and pushed herself deeply into my groin, going all in for the deep plunge and held my cock there while her tongue teased my ball sack. It felt wonderful. Not even the Hookies of Delusia could do that.

"I think I'm ready for you captain. I know you're ready for me." She dipped her fingers into her wet pussy and brought her lubrication up to my lips and painted them with it. Then she kissed me hard, licking every bit of it off -- getting deep into the corners of my lips, as I did the same. She was sweet, outside and inside. I knew that now.

Christine put her hand around my neck and pulled me down to the ground. As she laid on her back, she positioned my face at her beckoning pussy. After the taste I just had, I needed more. I dove in without reservation. I could hear her moans, and I wanted to hear more of them. They weren't deliberate or forced, but rather the soft moans of escaping pleasure. After several minutes, she began to thrust her hips upward often bumping my tongue out of position. I wanted her to orgasm before I entered her. Her thrusting became more rapid, and I lowered my lips to her circular sphincter muscle and plunged my tongue deeply into it. It was then I heard the deep, throaty moan from her chest. Her pussy lubrication dripped down toward her asshole. I licked it up with the pleasure of a five-star dessert dish.

I heard her whisper, "Fuck me, captain. Please fuck me now."

I could do nothing else. I was taking orders from a junior officer. The pain in my hard-on told me I was stretched as tight as I could be. Slipping into this sweet pussy would be pure ecstasy for both of us. I positioned myself and slowly entered her, little by little. She held her breath. Her heart raced. Her face flushed. I was fully inside her hot nest of love muscles. She exhaled and squeezed me hard, almost wanting me to cum right away. Just as slowly, I backed out and slowly plunged again. It's incredible the amount of pleasure two people can have when taking the time to do it slowly, deliberately.

Christine held her breath as I entered. She squeezed her pussy and exhaled as I withdrew. Her breasts were heaving as her breathing came in short gasps. I kept up the slow pace. Christine grew impatient. She wanted to come again, now. She reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks, dug in her fingernails and pulled my ass into her creating her own rhythm. I was near the point of no return myself, but part of me wanted to give these aliens a good show and representation of Earth's humanoids.

Christine let go of my ass once I had attained the rhythm she needed, then crossed her legs over my hips to hold me close, squeezing her pussy tighter. She held me in a scissor hold and I couldn't move. Her pussy did all the work, sucking my cock and wringing out all my juices as she held her breath. Twice, she tried sucking in more air before slowly relaxing her legs and exhaling. Her chest was flushed red as were her cheeks. I moved my cock slowly, but not to remove it. If we could get any more sensation from the experience, I wanted that for both of us.

I leaned up from my knees and braced myself on my forearms alongside her tender body. She sensed me there and opened her eyes. I kissed her gently. She kissed me in return. "Oh, captain, my captain. Mmmm."

"Call me Theo,... in private."

There was a last round of appreciation applause from the townspeople as the crew of Ambassador 3 was returned to their barracks with their furnished clothes draped over their arms. We were allowed showers to clean themselves since the streets around the town square were dusty. Afterward, we gathered in the barracks and discussed our situation.

"That was humiliating, captain. I think I can speak for the crew when I say that. We know each other only as crew mates, not sexual partners. What will they think of next? Are we nothing more than a sense of amusement to them?"

I answered with another question. "What do the women think?"

"I feel pretty much the same way. I mean, women think about sex partners differently than men. For us, it's not a matter of what's being done to our bodies, but rather who is doing it to us. How do we feel about them as a person? Speaking only for myself, I welcomed the sexual release after so much has happened to us. Add to that, the fact that we don't know how long these aliens plan to keep us alive. They "say" they can replicate our food, but can they really? How can we trust them when all they do is threaten our lives if we don't comply with their demands?"

"All valid points. For the record, under these circumstances, I share these issues and concerns. I'm also responsible for your safety as your captain. Now, at this moment, has anyone been injured physically?"

The crew each responded with a no.

"Feel free to openly discuss your emotional needs with those you feel comfortable with. This is not official, of course, but you may feel less wounded by what has transpired. I need you all at full capability."

Another crewman added, "Outside of the threats to make us comply, these aliens have treated us fairly well as a previously unknown species. From what I've read of 20th century alien encounters on Earth, we're lucky to be alive and NOT in an operating theater on a dissection table by now."

Another crewman spoke up. "Captain. If they could shoot us out of the sky while we were on a peaceful mission of first contact, what's to keep them from killing us all after they've had all their fun observing us... as they call it. Maybe we should have all the fun we can -- as a crew and as an individual -- before they kill us. Space Force will never know what happened to us. They will never send a starship to locate us. It's doubtful they even knew of our last location in space. Was this planet investigation their planned mission or strictly an opportunistic exploration?"

"In answer to your question, crewman, Space Force did send us in this general quadrant of the galaxy, but our mission here is opportunistic. An attempt at first contact is inherent in our prime directive to seek out the unknown."

I noticed the floor of the barracks was dusty. Since these aliens could read our minds, I tried to clear my mind of thoughts as I traced my finger in the dust. 'Follow my lead.' Then I rubbed out the tracings so no one else could read it into their thoughts.

"However, our Space Force has no less than three, well-armed Star Ships near the borders of this quadrant and can arrive here at warp speed to come to our aid. Search and rescue are their primary functions. I have no doubt they can read the defenses of this planet and circumvent them. With a show of force, if the need arises."

"That's right, Captain. Our Star Ships carry many more weapons than our exploration ships. Their crews are ten times as large as ours."

"One of the female crewmen responded. "I hope that's true. I don't know what's worse; the humiliation or the captivity."

"That's all we can do is wait. Again, we are not currently being mistreated, so let's not return their treatments with hostility until we get more proof. These may be the only accommodations these aliens have for visitors.

It was well past dark outside. The barracks were darkened as well. It was decided to get some sleep, but keep up the night watches in two-hour rotations, so everyone could get some rest.

Just after sunrise, more food was brought into the barracks. It was a mixture of our ship's reserves and some of the alien's manufactured food. It seems that part of their story was true. The food looked like cake squares but tasted like a normal meat and potatoes. The orange-colored squares were salads. The water was a simple hydrogen-oxygen molecule with no other chemicals added. It was just... plain old water.

After the meal, Krall called to the captain. "Captain Kirock, you will accompany your escort along with your Yeoman Reynolds to my interview chamber."

I looked over at Yeoman Reynolds, she nodded. "Of course, Krall. We will be there shortly."

"I wonder what this is about, yeoman."

"What about calling me Christine, in private, Theo?"

"This is official business now. You've been on this ship for three years now. You know the system since Day-1 at the Academy."

"Yes, captain."

The escort showed them into a simple chamber with a table and two stools. I heard the words, "Sit here." Then Krall walked into the room from a side door.

"Captain. During our greeting ceremony yester-eve, our people read the thoughts of your crewmen. Some were not pleased at having to perform for us, as they called it. We are concerned about why."

"Krall, as I mentioned. The physical act of reproduction has an emotional meaning to our species. Men and women view it differently, but it is always private in nature. That is our way."

"This is how you reproduce your young. Am I correct?"

"Yes, essentially. However, our species also finds the acts pleasurable for recreation at times and repeat the various procedures without the goal of reproduction. We do it to feel emotionally closer to each other."

"We observed that each couple we selected completed the act differently. Is this part of your procedure?"

"It is. The basic procedure is the same. We communicate our physical needs to each other non-verbally by clues given to each other by nudges, moans, sighs, and moving hand positions. We have no abilities of telepathy as you have. We seek to give each other pleasure in the process and devise ways to do that using our knowledge of the anatomy of the opposite sex to do it."

Krall looked at Yeoman Reynolds by asking the captain thru his headpiece. "Does you woman agree?"

"Krall wants to know if you agree with what I've said, Yeoman."

She nodded in the affirmative. Although they both knew that Krall could read their thoughts, they continued with the charade. Captain Kirock made a mental note.

Krall continued. "Today, you will sample some of our culture. We will provide escorts and a translator. Our citizens will have many questions. Be sure to keep your clothing fastened completely. They are designed to reflect the harmful rays of our sun. As you have noticed, our outer appearance shifts with exposure to the various poisons the sun induces in our bodies. This is our only protection. We seldom go outside when the sun is at its peak. That is why we sought to rescue you so early in the day. We will meet again in the village square tonight."

The whole crew attended the village tour. There were many questions about our civilization and the funny way we perform the mating ritual. They were surprised that we bear our young live as they bear one egg each half-year and take the second half-year to raise it indoors until their skin can develop the sun protection of the adults. And yet the women nurse their young from their breasts. The extraordinary coloring the sunlight gave to ordinary things was amazing. It seemed like cross-developed photographic film from the mid-20th century.

During the tour, while each crewman was engaged with the aliens, I spoke to each of the crew that there may be a weakness in their telepathy. It seems they can read each of our minds, but they can't attribute the thoughts to a specific person within a crowd. In other words, they know what was said or thought, but they did not know who said or thought it. I would have to work out a plan to exploit that if we are to survive.

We returned to our barracks and once again, food and water was adequately provided. Krall told me to tell the others to rest and relax in comfort. Some chose to nap, while others stood watch.

As it neared late day, our alien escorts came to take us to the village square. We didn't know what to expect tonight, but our fears have slightly lessened. Last night had been a shock. What else could happen?

Once again, we were lined up in a straight line. Krall had been studying the recorded telepathic responses from the citizens from last eve. This time, there were no signs around the neck to be matched. This time, Krall himself would make the matches. Another citizen followed him with a bag of something. He walked down the line and put his palm to the foreheads of each one of us. Apparently, he could get a direct reading that way. That confirmed my thoughts from this afternoon, but that knowledge didn't help much.

As he went along, he moved crewmen around not necessarily assigning male/female couples. When he was finished, there were three hetero couples, two female couples and one male couple. Then, he walked down the line again and pulled a strap-on penis apparatus out of the bag and gave one to each of the women, and one each to the male couple. With a wave of his hand, his assistants moved the couples around the village square in equal distances apart. As the couples were stationed, the people in the crowd repositioned themselves in front of the couple of their choice for viewing.

Krall held a transmitter to his right temple to speak. The transmitter read his thoughts into an interpreter program and broadcast them to us in our language. His people had been working on this for the last two days. In fact, today's activity was for gathering our speech data to populate and organize their database of our language. They were cleaver people, for sure.

"Honored visitors. We of our village, again wish to honor you in your true form. You will remove your clothing. We do not wish to kill you, but we will if you don't comply."

Each of our assigned couples complied.

"Now, those of you who have the special device will put it on properly. You will be the penetrating partner this eve as you were penetrated last eve. This is only fair and equal treatment as we imagine it. Your captain has said that your species uses this form of reproduction to express pleasure. We have read your minds, individually now. We better understand your individual needs and desires. We believe you will all enjoy these activities this eve for your benefit and for the education of our citizens. You may begin when ready."

The two women couples looked ecstatic at the opportunity. Last night had been almost torture for them. Men were not on their preferred sexual menu, but they were good crew persons. Two women liked both men and women, so tonight would be the equalizer event. The male couple was equally pleased, but they decided not to use the device as they were both satisfied to use their own equipment. The hetero couples were puzzled but reasoned that the aliens didn't understand our meaning of fair play. Still, from a certain point of view, it was fair play. There was no appeal.

Yeoman Reynolds drew close to me, closed her eyes and pursed her lips for a kiss to get started. Her cheeks had a giveaway blush. To reverse the roles on a man... and the captain of a space explorer class ship at that. What woman could pass up the opportunity she was given. What choice did I have. Each couple was spaced far enough around the circle of the village square and already getting busy with their own scenarios to witness mine. It took all of two seconds to kiss Christine and engage the scene. Christine's kisses were soft, tender, and as real as they get. She admitted to having feelings for me, but as captain, these were not allowed for me if I were to maintain command. Still, Yeoman Reynolds was a perfect specimen of younger woman.

We began as we did last eve. We kissed and licked on each other. She sucked on my nipples as I sucked on hers. Together, we felt the nerves below awaken and tingle. She reached down and extracted some of her pussy's lubrication on her fingers and rubbed it onto my lips again. It was sweet. I wanted more. I dipped my fingers into her and brought up two fingers worth and spread the lubricant on her lips and mine. Together we slipped our lips together, kissing, licking, tasting, and getting more and more turned on. I was hard, but her pussy was out of bounds tonight. I decided to lay her down on the ground and lick her pussy some more. If she was going to have to position that strap on tool in my ass, I had to get lubrication from somewhere.

As I licked and sucked her clit and pussy lips, I felt a tapping on the top of my head. Christine had a hold of her artificial cock and was telling me to suck on it as she sucked mine last eve. I positioned myself so that I could and so she could suck mine at the same time. After all, my cock was getting left out tonight and she needed to be busy. I wasn't enthusiastic about it, but I had to get it wet. I used my fingers to massage her pussy lips, digging gently inside to massage her g-spot. With my cock deep in her throat, she moaned when I hit the spot just right. She unconsciously thrust her hips upward and damned near throated me and I massaged her inside.

Her hands were cupping my balls and occasionally wandered to my asshole. I could feel the wetness of saliva as her finger circled my hole. Well, two can play that game. As she insisted my mouth be busy, I used her slippery pussy juice to circle her ass sphincter. I could feel her clinch, but I kept up with my motion. I let go of the strap on and concentrated on her clit as my finger circled and penetrated her ass to the first knuckle of my middle finger. It was tight. So tight. I didn't want to do anything to ruin that.

Christine bucked sideways as we were now on our sides finding new and different ways to pleasure each other. Now she had her tongue and two fingers in my ass. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. She had the knowledge. She knew she had to get the muscles to relax and me right along with it if she were to penetrate me. I could feel my cock leaking precum. Christine rubbed her thumb across the head of my cock and collected it, then tasted it for herself. I could feel her say, "Mmm" as her fingers and tongue were deep inside my ass. If it were possible, my cock felt harder. Her warm hands caressed my balls as they drew up tightly against my body. I could cum at any time. She knew that and stopped.

"On your back captain. I want to see your face when you cum. More importantly, I want you to see mine while I make you cum."

As I rolled over, I gathered a generous amount of saliva in my hand and spread it over the penis-like appliance attached to young Christine. She positioned our clothes under her knees as a cushion and proceeded to locate the tip of the thing at my asshole entrance. Simultaneously, she wrapped her other hand around my cock as a handle, then pressed gently forward, little by little. "Tell me if I'm going in too fast. You've got me hot and bothered here."

I was holding my breath but managed to say, "O-K" in a whisper.

Through tiny steps and a lot more saliva -- not the best sex lube, by any means -- Christine managed to push inside my ass fully, then stopped. But she kept up with her stroking my now soft cock after the shock of intrusion into my ass sphincter. After a few seconds, she withdrew and put her mouth on my cock and sucked it up more. She managed to get it nearly hard again, but in my mind, I knew the fake cock was going right back into my ass. Sucking on my cock helped her gather more saliva to lubricate her cock. That helped as she slowly plunged inside me again.

Each time she plunged, the back end of the appliance bumped her already stimulated clit. Regardless of my level of arousal, she was close to automatic pilot where her hips oversaw the speed of all the action. My sphincter finally relaxed and she didn't have to push so hard, but she was now in the rhythm. Her hand was no longer stroking my cock, but I was getting hard again. The appliance must have been stroking my prostate from inside. Her rhythm was strictly for her pussy and clit massage. She rolled her head, closed her eyes and pumped even faster. My cock was hard, and my balls were tight. I hoped we would cum soon, the lube in my ass was getting dry. I don't know why, but I reached up and pinched her nipples hard, just like she instructed me in last eve's event.

With a loud exhale and a gasp, she fell forward just in time to catch my cock spewing cum on my stomach and up to my chest. I held on for as long as I could. She stopped her thrusting to catch her breath for a second or two. Then, she began licking up my spilled cum and holding it in her mouth. Her dick rubbed my dick as she rose up to kiss me, pushing my lips open and letting my cum flow into my own mouth. This was fucking hot! I swirled it around in my mouth and poked my tongue back into her mouth. Together we explored and tasted my cum, until our mouths watered so much, we had to swallow what we had. Then we licked any leftovers out of the corners of our lips, then kissed some more -- just for the pleasure of kissing.

She bent down and took off the alien device and left it on the ground. Then she stopped and cleaned off my cock and brought what was left up to me for sharing again. Her body was covered in perspiration, since she did all the work. Yet, she covered my body with hers as if we could melt ourselves into each other. Through half-lidded eyes, we were lost to the world of our intense orgasms as well as the emotions of creating pleasure for each other. I don't know if the aliens picked up on the emotion of that or not.

After everyone else had finished and the show was over for the citizens, we were escorted back to the barrack to shower and recover. The village crowd gave us amazing honor clapping. I have to say, my ass was a little sore. The saddest part was, that for the sake of the crew, Christine and I had to act as if we were forced to do what we did. It was a required task or else we would test the threat of death from the aliens. As I drifted off to sleep that night, I wondered if we would be rescued by Space Force. I was concerned about my growing affection and attachment for Christine. She certainly was amazing. I could never look at her as just another crewman ever again.

Perhaps there should be a Part II to this story.

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*** End of Part I ***