Missions of the Impossible Books 1-3: Box Set

Science Fiction Erotica

Kayleigh Patel

Copyright © 2017 Kayleigh Patel

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher, except for brief quotations used in critical articles or reviews.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This book is for adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes with graphic language, which may be considered offensive by some readers. All sexual activity in this book is consensual, and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older.

Photo credits:

Original image of NGC 3603 from NASA/Hubble Space Telescope; usage does not imply personal endorsement by NASA or the photographers. CGI models by Kayleigh Patel.

First edition July 2017

Khajuraho Books

20170705-AZ

Contents

The Maiden Voyage

Ready for Action

The Futa Planet

Books by Kayleigh Patel

About the Author

The Maiden Voyage

Author's Note

Each story in this series can be enjoyed as a stand-alone book. However, if you'd like to learn about how it all began, I recommend reading my novella,  The Billionaire Stepbrother Hucow Alien Futa Shifter Monster Book.

~

Abby sighed and squirmed in bed, trying to get comfortable. Over a week without Jonathan, which meant over a week with no sex, and she was already a nervous wreck. His presence at the special session of Earth’s Galactic Union headquarters in London was critical. There were many issues and concerns that world governments had raised about the upcoming SpaceXXX mission—the first for its brand new starship, the Impossible. The ship, developed in collaboration with several alien races, was the successor to the Enterprise, on which Abby and Jonathan had made Earth’s first FTL voyage five years earlier.

Jonathan was much better at handling diplomatic issues than she was. She had little patience for the intricate dances and carefully nuanced phrases of world politics. Now, with the formation of the Galactic Union—thanks to SpaceXXX’s pioneering missions—politics was not just international, but interplanetary.

Yet, for a brief moment, she wished she had accompanied Jonathan. Within a few hours after he’d left, she had grown so horny just reliving the last time they’d had sex that she’d had to excuse herself from the dinner table and go to bed early for a prolonged masturbation session.

Now, however, even several such sessions failed to bring the relief she needed. She had to come up with something better, or she’d be reduced to the ridiculous lengths of trying to seduce Rob Stryker on his next visit to the Montgomery mansion. The imagined look of surprise on Rob’s face made her giggle for a moment, but soon her earlier frustration returned.

She missed the old days, when she, Jonathan, Evie, and Meera had indulged in all-night sexual adventures. As Evie and Meera had grown closer, and all of them had become busier, the days for such encounters seemed to have passed. Still, Evie realized, she couldn’t really complain. In their new roles as Earth’s ambassadors, Abby and Jonathan had encountered a wide range of alien sexual practices and customs. Sexual compatibility was the key criterion for any new species to be considered for membership in the Union, and the crew of the Impossible was the welcoming committee.

All of that didn’t help Abby right now, but there was one thing that might…

A month earlier, Jonathan had given her the alpha-test model of a new toy that was being manufactured by a SpaceXXX subsidiary in Japan. She had stashed away the Orgazmo-6000 in a drawer and forgotten about it soon afterward. Maybe it was time to put it through its paces now.

She slipped out of bed and opened the drawer. The innocent-looking box contained two simple components: a glistening, pearlescent egg and a package of self-adhesive electrodes. She scanned the instructions. It sounded ridiculously simple. All she had to do was attach the electrode to her temple and activate the egg by touching the small indent in its base with her finger.

Abby settled in under the covers, peeled the backing from the electrode, and applied it to her skin. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and activated the egg.

She gasped as the egg began to throb. A footnote to the instructions had mentioned that the egg itself could be used as an old-fashioned vibrator, but Abby doubted it would be necessary. It seemed as if several pairs of hands were caressing her entire body, running their fingertips over her skin. Her nipples hardened immediately, and she moaned. The feather-light touch on her breasts, her thighs, and her stomach all at the same time made her writhe with pleasure.

The invisible fingers grew more insistent over time, now tweaking her nipples and squeezing her outer pussy lips together. A loud groan erupted from Abby’s throat as two fingers parted her pussy lips and a third caressed her slit, which had already grown wet. She dropped the egg on the bed and spread her thighs wide, opening herself up to the incredible pleasure that was beginning to overwhelm her.

The texture of the finger that was stroking her pussy changed, and it morphed into a tongue that began to lap at her juices, which were now flowing feely. Abby could have sworn she heard a slurping noise as the amazingly agile tongue swirled along her folds and then penetrated her pussy.

While the tongue worked its way in and out of her pussy, another unseen mouth fastened its soft, warm lips over her clit. Abby screamed with both shock and ecstasy. The relentless assault on her pussy pushed her closer to the edge, and soon she came with a prolonged wail, her entire body shivering as her orgasm rendered her unable to breathe for several seconds.

Eventually, her contractions subsided, but the Orgazmo-6000 kept up its pace. The fingers that played her body like a musical instrument had multiplied, and now one wet, slick digit penetrated her tight asshole. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a massive cock rammed her pussy, burying itself to the hilt. It pumped in and out of her, and Abby could even feel a pair of extremely realistic balls slapping against her aching pussy as the strokes reached a feverish intensity.

Shuddering and gasping, Abby came again, pounding the bed with her fists. Her body felt as though she had just completed her first day of training for deep space flight.

And yet, the tiny device continued to wind her up to the point where she was sobbing with pleasure, coming again and again until she lost track of how many orgasms she’d had. In the dim recesses of her mind, a tiny voice told her that perhaps this was not part of the toy’s original design.

She moaned and shivered, twisting the sheets between her fingers as she frantically groped for the little egg. She came three more times before her fingers finally closed around its silky surface. She screamed again as a new wave of convulsions tore through her body, but she managed to hold on to the egg. Her finger found the indent at last. The unseen appendages teasing her body went mercifully still.

Abby opened her eyes, still shaking. She tried to get up from the bed to put the Orgazmo-6000 back into its box, but she couldn’t summon the energy. Within a minute, she was fast asleep.

~

Evie Stomper yawned and stretched, then rubbed her eyes. The first rays of sunlight filtered in through gaps in the heavy drapes that covered the windows. After accepting the gracious invitation from the Montgomery family to move into their ancestral home five years earlier, she had learned to appreciate some of the historic house’s quirks. Others still annoyed her from time to time. At the height of the Virginia summer, she was thankful for the drapes but bemoaned the lack of air-conditioning—a testament to the last wishes of Jonathan’s grandfather, who had insisted that his descendants should maintain the structure as it existed in the mid-twentieth century.

With another yawn, Evie turned on her side, and her irritation at the early morning humidity faded, to be replaced by a smile. Meera was still asleep, and Evie’s eyes feasted on the futa alien’s stunning body.

Her perfect beasts rose and fell in a gentle rhythm, and Evie’s gaze lingered on Meera’s nipples, the rich hue of an avocado skin, that stood out proudly even in Meera’s sleep. They formed the perfect contrast to the paler green of her skin. Evie sighed as her eyes moved lower, along the flat stomach and gentle rise of Meera’s mound to the smooth-skinned green cock that now lay limp between Meera’s legs.

Some days, Evie still couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Of all the things that had happened on their first interstellar mission, meeting Meera had easily been the best. Thanks to Meera, Evie and the crew had managed to escape their alien captors, after a series of bizarre sexual experiments with a variety of alien species. And when Meera expressed a desire to return to Earth with them, escaping the servitude for which her entire race was destined, Evie had been the one who had advocated most strongly in Meera’s favor.

The lithe, graceful body next to Evie stirred for a moment, and she snuggled closer. She placed a hand over Meera’s left breast. The adjustment to life on Earth hadn’t been easy for Meera at first. The main effect had been the diminution of her potent pheromone-secreting ability that Bryn, her captain, had exploited to maintain control over the species on board his ship.

Pheromones or not, Meera’s raw sensuality still had a powerful effect on Evie. She caressed Meera’s breasts, drawing circles around one nipple until Meera shuddered and opened her eyes.

“Good morning,” Evie said, a smile playing across her lips. She leaned forward and kissed Meera’s soft, warm lips that melted under hers.

Meera’s arms closed around Evie’s back as she returned the kiss with equal intensity. As Evie explored Meera’s mouth with her tongue, she felt a growing lump pressing against her stomach. She shuddered with desire as Meera’s cock continued to thicken, and then, unable to resist any longer, Evie slid a hand between their bodies and closed her fingers around the throbbing shaft.

A low moan escaped from Meera’s throat when they came up for air. Evie tightened her grip on Meera’s cock and began to slide her fingers up and down the shaft. She moved back a little so she could watch the tantalizing sight of Meera’s thick, velvety foreskin roll up and then unfurl with each stroke, exposing her bulbous, emerald-green cock head.

With a cry of delight, Evie slid down the bed until her face was level with Meera’s cock. The slit at the tip exuded thick, gooey precum, and Evie licked it clean, relishing the complex flavors. She pumped Meera’s cock, squeezing more precum out. With her other hand, she parted Meera’s plump pussy lips and slipped a finger into her warm, wet tunnel.

Meera’s soft, trilling vocalization was music to Evie’s years. Although Meera had adapted to Earth life in many ways, her raw, animal responses during sex had remained unaltered, much to Evie’s delight.

After a while, Meera rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Still holding on to Meera’s cock, Evie moved her head and buried it between Meera’s quivering thighs. She took deep breaths, inhaling the intoxicating scent of Meera’s pussy, which was now glistening with her juices. Evie ran her tongue up and down Meera’s slit while she slid her fist up and down Meera’s thick cock, until they were both moaning continuously.

“My god, I want you so much,” Evie said at last, tearing her mouth away from Meera’s pussy.

“The feeling is entirely mutual.” Meera reached for Evie and pulled her higher.

With a loud wail, Evie straddled Meera. She gripped Meera’s cock again and rubbed the head along her own pussy, which was as wet as Meera’s now. The delicious friction made her cry out, and she continued tormenting herself, watching the fire burn in Meera’s eyes, until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Evie screamed as she impaled her aching pussy on Meera’s cock at last. She raised and lowered her hips, savoring the exquisite agony, until her lust took over and she began riding Meera like a wild stallion. After several moments, Meera’s face contorted, and she reached out to finger Evie’s clit. In response, Evie reached behind her and slipped two fingers into Meera’s slick pussy. While she rode Meera’s cock, she finger-fucked Meera in perfect synchronization.

A string of words in her native language erupted from Meera’s throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, and Evie gasped as Meera’s deft fingers pushed her closer and closer to the edge of her orgasm.

Just when Evie thought she couldn’t hold out anymore, Meera’s eyes opened again. “I am going to come,” she whispered.

Evie let go at last, giving herself up to the waves of pleasure that were rocking her body. The first tremors began in her pussy just as Meera cried out again, and thick spurts of cum filled Evie’s pussy. With a scream, Evie came as well, gripping the sheets with her free hand, with two fingers of the other still buried deep within Meera’s quivering pussy.

After Evie’s convulsions faded, she lay on top of Meera for a long while, kissing her forehead, lips, and neck. Meera’s cock remained buried inside her. Then, with a reluctant sigh, Evie glanced at the chrono beside the bed and rolled off Meera.

“I’m really looking forward to this new ship,” Evie said. She ran her fingers through the glossy strands of Meera’s hair. “It’s going to be quite an experience. Bigger than the Enterprise, and way more comfortable.”

“It will be faster, too.” Meera put one arm around Evie’s back. “I am grateful that I downloaded our wormhole navigation map before we escaped from Bryn’s ship. It seems like a long time ago, but the information has proved valuable.”

Evie smiled. “SpaceXXX wouldn’t be where it is today without you, Meera.” She kissed Meera’s full, luscious lips. “None of our missions over the past few years would have been possible without your navigation skills.”

Once again, Evie looked at the chrono and sighed. “I guess we should get up.” She kissed Meera one more time and swung her legs off the side of the bed.

A smile spread across Meera’s face. “Perhaps it would be good if we took a shower together. To save time, of course.”

Evie laughed and shook her head. She loved Meera’s seemingly insatiable appetite for sex. It was one of the few things that hadn’t changed since Evie’s first mission. “You’re on, but I don’t think it’ll save any time.”

~

“I can’t believe Jonathan’s not going to be back in time for this.” Abby adjusted her suit and waited for Evie and Meera to catch up. She glanced around the bay once again, hoping that her last message from Jonathan, a few days earlier, would prove wrong after all.

“I’m sorry,” Evie said. She put an arm around Abby’s shoulder. “I realize how much you miss him. Have you had any further news?”

Abby shook her head and sighed. “I guess I should get used to it, now that he’s involved with all this high-level diplomatic stuff. I tried to stay away from it as much as I could.”

“Well, you are an official ambassador.” Evie squeezed Abby’s shoulder, and some of her tension drained. At the same time, Evie’s fleeting touch sparked a new longing in Abby, one she hadn’t felt in a while.

“I just wish he’d been able to stick to the original schedule. I know he really wanted to be here for the preflight walk-through. Besides, I’m sure he’s just as horny as I am.”

Evie giggled.

Meera’s dark eyes focused on Abby’s. “You are welcome to join our bed, Abby, whenever you need to. Evie and I would be most willing to help satisfy your needs.”

On an impulse, Abby flung her arms around Meera and gave her a quick kiss, then pulled back. She never knew when Meera’s pheromones would begin to surge again, although life on Earth had greatly attenuated their powers.

“Thank you…both of you. I can’t say I’m not tempted. It would be just like the first time we met.” The memory was as fresh in Abby’s mind as if it had happened yesterday. “I think I’ll wait for Jonathan, though. To be honest, he left me a little present, and that’s helped quite a bit.”

She proceeded to recount her experiences with the Orgazmo-6000, laughing as both Evie’s and Meera’s expressions changed from wide-eyed shock to an eager interest.

“Did you bring it with you?” Evie’s voice was almost a whisper.

“I never leave home without it.” Once again, Abby chuckled.

The three of them walked over to the hoverpad that would take them to the Impossible, with both Meera and Evie pressing Abby for more information about her new toy.

In just a few years, the primitive launch facility at Wallops Island, originally leased by SpaceXXX from NASA, had grown into a full-fledged if small spaceport. Most of all, Abby appreciated the living quarters designed for starship crew and the more luxurious accommodations for various dignitaries from the Galactic Union. It was a far cry from the small, run-down hotel in which she and Jonathan had spent their first night together—another memory that had remained fresh—before the launch of the first-ever SpaceXXX FTL mission.

“It’s going to be weird for Jonathan, isn’t it?” Evie asked. The hoverpad picked up speed, skimming across the tarmac with a barely audible hum. “Not being in the pilot’s seat, I mean.”

“So many things have changed.” Abby’s grip on the guardrail tightened. “I still can’t get used to calling him Admiral when we’re in meetings. I remember when I called him captain during my training, and he told me that SpaceXXX didn’t use military ranks—all he ever wanted to be was a pilot.”

Meera snuggled closer to Evie. “It is fortunate for us that Jonathan and you have accepted your new roles.” She glanced at Evie, and a smile played across her lips. “Evie and I are happy to be doing the jobs we have always enjoyed.”

Abby was silent for a moment as the hoverpad swept around a corner, and the bulk of the Impossible came into view. All three of them turned to look at the ship.

The silver metallic hull gleamed in the afternoon sun and, not for the first time, Abby contrasted the ship with its predecessor docked a hundred meters away. The Impossible could hold over ten times the crew, and its sophisticated defensive shielding and weapons systems were ready to meet any challenges the crew might encounter.

As they stepped through the massive main doors, Rob greeted them with an exaggerated bow. “Captain Stryker at your service.” The young ensign who was with him blushed, straightened her hair, and hurried away.

Abby did her best to suppress her laughter. “We’re not interrupting anything, are we?”

“Not at all.” Rob took Abby’s arm and led them through a second set of doors and down a long, narrow corridor.

The next hour passed in a daze for Abby, as Rob recounted, once again, the ship’s new features in exhaustive detail. She had heard most of it before, on her first visit. This time, on the eve of their first mission, it seemed different somehow.

“I bet you wish you had your old post at ops back,” Rob said, taking pity on her at last and showing her to a seat on the bridge. “And I’m sure Jonathan would love to be in my seat.”

Abby caught a hint of the excited glow in his eyes. “Some days, I almost wish we were back aboard Bryn’s ship, even though we were held captive,” she said, looking over the controls at Rob’s station. “Things were a lot simpler then.”

Rob leaned forward and patted her hand. “I know what you mean. Still, this mission—you have to admit it’s exciting. Being in space for over a year, just exploring, discovering new worlds…”

“…and persuading them to join the Galactic Union.” She inclined her head.

He chuckled. “You and Jonathan always get the best jobs. Happy to lend a hand, you know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Abby stood up and smiled. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to inspect the nearest toilets.”

~

Jonathan checked his chrono again as he slid into the seat of the small SpaceXXX airplane. The mad dash in London to catch a commercial flight to New York had left him exhausted. At the headquarters of the Galactic Union, he’d endured endless meetings with various dignitaries each vying with the other to obtain whatever favors they could. After a while, Jonathan had simply slipped away and left them arguing among themselves.

Now, at last, he was alone, except for the pilot. As they began taxiing along the runway, he realized he hadn’t eaten anything for almost twelve hours. He shrugged off his hunger and soon found it was being replaced with a different kind—the deep ache that made his cock harden whenever he thought of Abby.

The pilot’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “We should be landing about a half-hour before the scheduled launch, sir. I’m going to put her down directly at the spaceport.”

“Thank you, Charles.” Jonathan eased his seat back and closed his eyes.

When they arrived, he took a waiting hoverpad directly to the ship, pausing only for a moment as they approached to savor in its sleek, other-worldly beauty.

Abby was waiting as the main doors opened. He pulled her into an embrace, crushing her lips under his. “You can’t believe how much I’ve missed you.”

She laughed and skimmed a hand over his crotch. “I can guess. No time for that now, though.”

Hand in hand, they made their way through dimly lit hallways into a box-like elevator, eventually emerging on the bridge.

Rob strode forward as they stepped out of the door. He snapped into a passable attempt at a salute, which was spoiled only by the wink he gave Jonathan. “Would you like to take the big chair, Admiral?”

Jonathan waved a hand. “This is all yours, Rob.” He and Abby took their seats at the rear of the bridge, between Evie and Meera’s stations.

“I can’t wait to get back to our quarters,” Jonathan whispered in Abby’s ear, aware that every second of the launch was being broadcast across the planet. This time, thanks to the hyperspace relay technology borrowed from the Moldavians, the largely ceremonial countdown would also be watched on several planets across the galaxy.

The prelaunch preparations began, and as terse commands flew across the bridge, an odd sense of detachment surrounded Jonathan, as if he were watching everything from the inside of a nanoglass bubble. It had been his hand hovering over the console on that first, fateful launch—his ship that made the first FTL jump. Now he was merely a passenger, along with Abby.

He glanced at her, taking in the luminous beauty of her eyes, and she squeezed his hand. Perhaps she was feeling the same way.

Before long, the soft, even tones of the ship’s computer began counting down the seconds, and then it was time. For a fleeting moment, Jonathan braced himself, but then the ship’s inertial dampers activated, and he relaxed. The entire bridge crew was applauding, and he and Abby joined in.

“Congratulations, Captain Stryker.” Jonathan gripped Rob’s hand and returned his wink. “Enjoy your first mission at the helm.”

“Couldn’t have asked for a better ship,” Rob said, grinning. “Hardly need to do anything at all. I can’t even sense the engines running. It’s a work of art, and yet—”

“You miss the Enterprise, don’t you?” Abby came up to them and placed a hand on Jonathan’s back, sending his pulse racing.

“I know it’s crazy, but I do.” Rob shrugged. “Guess I’ll get used to it, though.”

With a wave to Evie and Meera, Jonathan steered Abby toward the elevator. Moments later, they were at the door of their quarters on the third deck.

“We have about six hours before the jump,” Abby said, as they entered. “Plenty of time.”

Without preamble, Jonathan pulled her close, pressing his semi-erect cock against her trim stomach. She moaned and kissed him, making his cock stiffen all the way as she explored his mouth with her tongue.

He ran his hands over her back, down to the sweet curves of her ass. He squeezed her ass cheeks, and she arched her back, rubbing her mound against his engorged cock.

“Thank you for the toy,” she said, with a gasp, when they broke apart. “It came in very useful.”

“I’m glad it worked.” Jonathan unzipped her suit and freed her breasts. He bent his head to taste her nipples. In a moment, his hunger for food was forgotten as he feasted on Abby’s generous breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipples and then sucking the rubbery flesh between his lips.

“It worked a little too well,” Abby said, with a chuckle. She reached for his cock and squeezed it through his suit. “This is what I really wanted, though.”

He groaned as her fingers closed around his throbbing shaft. Soon, both their suits were off, and Abby’s lips were fastened securely around the head of his cock.

They fell back onto the bed, and Jonathan closed his eyes, enjoying the incredible sensations that Abby’s skillful tongue was evoking in his cock and balls. As she sucked harder and pumped his shaft, she rolled his balls in her other hand.

“Oh fuck, Abby, I’m going to come if you keep that up. It’s been so long…”

She raised her head for a moment. “I know. I want you to come in my mouth. Your cock tastes so good, and I want to drink all your cum. I’ve been dreaming about it every day since you left.”

She pumped harder, and soon Jonathan felt the familiar surge in the thick channel at the base of his cock. His balls jerked, and he cried out as the first jet of cum erupted from the slit at the tip of his cock.

Abby gave a little squeal of pleasure and sucked even harder as pulse after pulse of Jonathan’s cum traveled up his shaft and splattered into her mouth. With each spurt, some of Jonathan’s tension ebbed. By the time his flow ceased, he was more relaxed than he had ever been throughout his time in London.

He opened his eyes at last to see Abby savoring the last drops of cum from his cock head. She licked her lips and fingers clean, then crawled higher and lay on top of him.

“Not bad, Admiral. Let’s see if we can do that again.” She kissed him, and he tasted a hint of his cum on her lips. In a few minutes, he was hard again.

He turned Abby over onto her back and kissed his way down to her stiff, pink nipples, sucking on them until she was moaning continuously.

“My pussy’s so wet,” she said. She took his hand and placed it between her thighs.

He parted her pussy lips and groaned when he felt the truth of her assertion. Her slippery juices coated his fingers, and he probed deeper, inserting a finger into her warm, wet tunnel.

She squirmed under him and grabbed his cock. “Your finger feels so good, but this is what I need.” She brought his cock head to her pussy lips.

Jonathan gasped as she began to stroke his swollen cock head against her pussy, using slow, deliberate movements. He gazed at her beautiful, perfect breasts as her chest rose and fell, never wanting the moment to end. For a long while, she toyed with his cock until he was ready to beg.

“I want to fuck you, Abby. Oh god, it’s been so long since I was inside you.”

“Just a little longer.” She stared into his eyes and moved his cock higher, so that the head rubbed directly against her swollen clit. Every stroke made him gasp, and she shuddered in response, her crystal blue eyes clouding she approached her orgasm.

“Oh Jonathan!” she cried, speeding up her strokes. A strangled cry escaped from her throat, and she squeezed her eyes shut, shuddering and moaning as she came. Jonathan watched the blissful release transform her face, captivated by the intensity of her passion.

When her tremors subsided, she opened her eyes and kissed him. Then, without a word, she slipped his cock into her pussy.

The silky warmth of her pussy walls were delicious. Jonathan thrust as deep as he could and then remained inside her for a long while without moving a muscle, simply luxuriating in the sensations that they’d both been denied for so long.

Abby’s pussy muscles contracted, squeezing his cock and imprisoning it inside her. Then she relaxed them, and he started to move, slowly pulling back until he was all the way out of her, and then plunging deep into her again.

“Yes,” she said. Her arms tightened around his back. “Fuck me harder.”

He increased his pace, and Abby bucked her hips to match his rhythm. Soon, they were both gasping for breath as his cock moved with piston-like regularity, taking them both to new heights of pleasure.

Abby’s eyes widened just as the pressure began to build in Jonathan’s balls. She slipped a hand between their sweaty bodies and fingered her clit.

“This is so good,” she said, panting, as Jonathan fucked her even harder. “Don’t stop—oh god, I’m going to come again.”

The movement of her fingers against his groin as she rubbed her clit pushed Jonathan over the edge. With a loud cry, he yielded to the liquid heat surging through his veins as it reached its peak. His cock shot his load deep inside Abby, filling her with warm cum while he continued pounding her pussy.

With a loud groan, she came as well, writhing beneath him. He held her tight until her convulsions subsided, and her pussy muscles had squeezed the last of his cum from his cock.

Jonathan stole a glance at the chrono as Abby rolled over onto her side. They had both planned to return to the bridge for the jump, but there was no reason they couldn’t enjoy the warmth of each other’s bodies for a while longer. For a moment, he eyed the food synthesizer across the room. It was the result of another gift of alien technology and a privilege reserved for senior staff quarters—the rest had to make do with the units located in the mess halls on each deck. Then he pulled Abby closer and kissed her neck.

“Are you ready for this mission?” he said, running his fingers through her hair.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be.” She looked into his eyes. “I mean, it all sounds so simple, but really, we’re little more than glorified whores for the Galactic Union, aren’t we?”

Jonathan threw his head back and laughed. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess it’s not far from the truth. I prefer to think of it as a welcoming committee…very welcoming.”

Abby stroked his cock and began to massage it between her hands. “Maybe, Admiral, we should get some more practice.”

~

When Abby returned to the bridge a few hours later, Jonathan was engrossed in conversation with Meera, pointing out details of their navigational path at her console.

Abby took her seat and checked the chrono. Over the years, she’d made so many hyperspace jumps that it was second nature, but an irrational sense of apprehension filled her all the same. Although the entirely new engine design on the Impossible had been put through its paces innumerable times, this was the first time the FTL drive would be used in actual deep-space flight.

She flicked through the screen of her mobile console, skimming the data they had acquired on the Elsearian civilization. The Galactic Union had provided only limited information, most of it about the physical details of the class M planet orbiting the star system denoted only by the unflattering name of HD 211415 in Earth’s databases.

“Preparing for our new ambassadorial adventure?” Jonathan eased into the seat next to her.

“I’m trying, but I think I already know what I need to—which isn’t much.”

Jonathan nodded. “They’re a pretty secretive people, by all accounts. Still, the Galactic Union seems to think they’ll welcome us. I just hope they’re right—I don’t want another experience like the one we had with the Garsonica.”

Abby shuddered. “It’s a good thing we retrofitted the Enterprise with weapons and defense systems. I never thought we’d need them when we made our first flight, but I was wrong.”

“This ship takes it to a whole new level.” Jonathan stretched his legs and stifled a yawn. “Even though Bryn and his people weren’t aggressive, the experience made me realize how foolish we were to venture into deep space with no means of defending our ship.”

As Abby glanced back at her screen, the ship’s computer issued the standard five-minute warning. Soon, the countdown began, the computer’s voice carefully devoid of all emotion, in contrast to the jumble of feelings that made Abby’s heart thump so loud she almost imagined Jonathan could hear it.

He reached for her hand as the final seconds ticked by, and then the stars outside the bubble-like viewport disappeared, to be replaced by a diffuse, white glow. It had gone so smoothly that Abby had felt no difference at all, in contrast to the sudden lurch that had always preceded hyperspace jumps before.

As they had at launch, the bridge crew broke into a round of applause. Rob stood up, beaming, and took a bow.

Abby’s heart rate slowed down at last, and it seemed like very little time had elapsed before they were returning to normal space again. In less than an hour, the blue-green planet, much of its surface covered in wispy clouds, came into view.

She followed Jonathan off the bridge and down to the lowest deck, heading for the shuttle bay.

Rob’s voice sounded in their ears just before they reached the airlock.

“We’ve established contact with the Elseari, and they’ve agreed to meet our landing party. We had some problems with the GlobalTrans chips initially, but I think we’ve got the language calibration worked out now. Good luck, you two.”

Jonathan acknowledged the transmission.

Abby sucked in a deep breath as she fastened herself in the copilot’s seat. “I should have asked Rob if they sounded friendly,” she muttered.

Fortunately, their reception was courteous if not overly cordial. Abby and Jonathan were whisked away in a small ground craft as soon as they landed, and Abby had little opportunity to study their hosts, except to note that they bore a striking similarity to humans, with the exception of their pale green skin and somewhat large ears.

In under ten minutes, according to Abby’s chrono, they arrived at the outskirts of a city that reminded her of midtown Manhattan, except that it was sparkling clean. All the buildings looked new, constructed of metal, glass, and a reddish-orange stone. The small craft navigated the grid-like arrangement of streets, lined with densely packed, tall buildings, with expert precision.

Their journey ended at an imposing building in the center of a large, open square. They had seen some vegetation along the way, but this part of the city lacked even ornamental plants. The building was constructed entirely of a transparent material that Abby assumed was nanoglass or something just like it.

Their two escorts, who had remained silent for the duration of their journey, showed them into a large room with cushions of various sizes scattered across the floor. In one corner, a low table of a dark material sat, surrounded by more cushions. Abby was about to ask where they were, but the two Elseari left, shutting the door behind them.

Jonathan and Abby exchanged a glance and settled down onto two of the larger cushions.

“So far, so good,” Jonathan said. “At least the GlobalTrans chips appear to be working, although we haven’t had much of an opportunity to use them.”

With an automatic gesture, Abby raised a finger to the tiny metallic patch behind her right ear. It had been over a year since they had been outfitted with the implants, replacing the comparatively bulky headsets that had first done the job of acting as personal translators.

The door opened behind them with a soft hiss, and they turned to see a male and female alien enter the room.

Unsure of the protocol, Abby stood up, following Jonathan’s lead, and bowed.

After a moment’s hesitation, the two Elseari followed suit.

“Welcome to the planet Brogana,” the male said. Abby couldn’t help noticing the well-defined muscles of his bare chest, and her eyes lingered on the skin-tight, white shorts that appeared to constitute his only article of clothing. His female companion echoed the greeting. She was also clothed in white, with a simple band of an elastic fabric stretched across her large breasts, and she wore identical shorts to the male alien.

The aliens introduced themselves as Eruje and Horga, assistants to the High Council, which appeared to be the governing body of the planet. Abby let Jonathan take the lead in discussing their offer of membership in the Galactic Union, and her mind wandered to the next phase of their visit—the requisite determination of sexual compatibility.

She was lost in her own thoughts for a while, reminiscing about her last time with Jonathan, but her mind was suddenly jerked back to the present by a disclosure from Eruje.

“…that may be difficult,” he was saying, “as our society has no need for sexual congress. All our reproductive needs are handled in our medical facilities.”

Abby gasped. “No sex? But…what about pleasure?”

Eruje inclined his head, and Abby thought she caught the flicker of a smile. “Our society has long since evolved beyond those primitive emotions. Indeed, our females and males intermingle freely, unburdened by those drives that were, biologically speaking, programmed into our species for the sole purpose of reproduction.”

Horga turned to Abby. “You see, once we separated the reproductive process from the base emotions that were driving it, we found that we had no need for them at all. We have since learned to dispense with many other emotions, refining our analytical and intellectual abilities in the process. It has served our society well.”

Abby’s mind was reeling from the implications of what she was hearing. She opened her mouth to press the issue, but then closed it again. Maybe further discussion would have to wait.

“We must now escort you to the Council elders. They are awaiting your presence.” Eruje motioned toward the door.

“Jonathan, why don’t you go ahead and meet with the Council? I have a few other issues I’d like to discuss with Eruje, if he doesn’t mind.”

Eruje frowned and paused mid-stride. “It is irregular, but very well.”

Abby waited until Jonathan and Horga had left, then sat down on a large cushion. She patted the velvety fabric beside her and, after giving her a curious look, Eruje joined her.

“I’m sorry to change your protocol, but I really would like to explore this issue about your society’s elimination of sex. As an ambassador of the Galactic Union, my primary duty is to understand the other cultures we encounter.”

“It is something we do not really think about.” Eruje looked directly at her, and Abby wondered, for a moment, if her plan had any chance of succeeding. It was too late to turn back now, however, so she pressed on.

“Do you recall the time when things were different? When your people had sex freely, for reproduction or otherwise?”

He frowned again. “There are stories about those times, of course, but I have no experience of them. Most of the stories date back several centuries. Occasionally, we have reports of a few people who have tried to go back to the old ways, but they are isolated incidents and quickly dealt with.”

“Why do you suppose they tried to go back to the old ways?” Abby slid closer to Eruje.

“I cannot say.” He made no effort to move away, but his golden eyes continued to bore into hers. “We believe they are deviants, and our society generally ostracizes them.”

Abby tried another approach. “Do you find me attractive?” She placed a hand on Eruje’s chest briefly, then let it fall away. He showed no visible reaction at all, his face remaining as impassive as a jade carving.

“Physical attractiveness is a foreign concept to us. I believe I would describe you as…aesthetically pleasing.”

“What if I could show you what you were missing?” Abby lowered her voice. “If I could give you pleasure beyond your imagination?”

This time, Eruje flinched, as if she’d slapped him in the face. She noticed, however, that his gaze swept up and down her body before it returned to focus on her face. “I would…that would be unpleasant. And unproductive as well. I see no purpose in such an action.”

“Humor me for a moment.” She reached for his hand. He did not pull away, and she placed it over her left breast. “What do you feel?”

His eyes narrowed, and he appeared lost in thought for a while. “Mammary glands. They are used to nourish the young of our species.”

Abby chuckled. “You’re not wrong, but they can also be a source of intense pleasure in the right hands. There are women who can even come just from having their nipples sucked. Tell me, do you know what an orgasm is?”

“According to the legends, it is a sensory experience generated by biochemical reactions at the culmination of a sexual act.” His hand, still on her breast, trembled and he shuddered. “The product of raw, uncontrolled emotions. Very disturbing. I am gratified that we have evolved beyond such animalistic instincts.”

The thrill of Eruje’s touch, even though it appeared to have no effect on him, made Abby’s nipples harden. She knew this was going to be a challenge, and that made her all the more determined to try.

“Would you mind indulging my curiosity further? On Earth, we have a behavior called kissing.”

“The practice of joining lips together. I have heard of it from our databanks on alien cultures.” Eruje’s hand finally slipped away from Abby’s breast, and she suppressed a sigh of disappointment.

“Would you like me to show you?”

“I do not see what the utility of such an action would be, but you may proceed. Despite our emotional detachment, we Elseari are interested in gathering information about the rituals and cultural observances of other worlds, in a purely intellectual sense.”

“Of course. Think of this whole experience as an intellectual exercise.” Abby ran a hand over Eruje’s beautifully toned chest, tracing the ridges of his pecs and then moving lower to his abs.

She leaned closer, closed her eyes, and brushed his lips with hers. Meeting no resistance, she continued, tracing his lips with her tongue. Then she flung her arms around him, pulled him against her until her nipples were scraping against his chest through her suit, and devoured his lips, parting them with her tongue. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and swirled it around his.

Eruje’s lips remained firm and unyielding. Abby broke the kiss at last, gasping for air. She looked at Eruje, whose expression hadn’t changed in the slightest. Her hand found its way into his lap, and she reached between his legs.

His cock, from what she could tell, was completely limp.

For the first time, his lips twitched in an approximation of a smile. “I fear that you may not have achieved your objective. Our genitalia have long since lost the ability to prepare themselves for sexual intercourse.”

“You mean…you can’t get an erection?”

“That is correct. Our females do not produce vaginal lubrication, either.” The smile faded, to be replaced momentarily by a far-away look, before his usual stone-faced expression returned.

Abby felt a twinge of sadness. An entire planet of people who had lost the ability to enjoy one of life’s greatest pleasures. She would do her best to change that, no matter how long it took.

“I’m going to remove my suit,” she said, standing up. “May I remove your clothing as well?”

Eruje stood and inclined his head. “As you wish.”

In a few seconds, Abby had unzipped her suit and stepped out of it. She reached into the waistband of Eruje’s shorts and pulled them down his long, heavily muscled legs. His limp cock fascinated her—long and thick, with smooth green skin and a prominent foreskin at the tip, but still showing no signs of interest. His balls were smaller than she had expected, in contrast to the size of his cock.

She looked up at him and thought she caught a glimpse of something more than the usual impassivity in his eyes.

“You are very…aesthetically pleasing, Abby.” It was the first time he’d used her name.

She grinned. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” She caressed his cock, rolling it between her palms. She pulled back the foreskin to expose a bulbous, bluish-green cock head.

For several minutes, Abby toyed with Eruje’s cock and balls, to no avail—his cock remained as stubbornly limp as ever. Finally, she got down on her knees in front of him and took the head into her mouth.

He gasped, startling her. “What…what procedure is this? We do not have records of such an activity.”

“It’s called a blow job,” Abby replied, pulling back and glancing up at him. His eyes were wide open. “And, of course, I don’t suppose you would. It’s designed purely to give a man pleasure, and it has nothing to do with reproduction.”

She began to suck on his cock, swirling her tongue around the soft, fleshy head while she teased his balls with her fingers.

A soft groan escaped from Eruje’s throat, and Abby looked up again. His eyes were closed this time.

She released his cock. “Do you want me to stop?”

His eyes opened, and he rested a hand on her head. “No. Please proceed. It is most intriguing.”

Encouraged, Abby took his entire cock into her mouth. She sucked on it for a while and then, just as she was about to give up, it began to thicken perceptibly. She redoubled her efforts. As his cock lengthened, she was able to pump it in her fist while she sucked on the head.

At last, while it was still semi-erect, she pulled back to watch Eruje’s face again. “It seems to be working,” she said, trying to hide her amusement.

“Most unusual. I have not experienced such a reaction, as far as I can remember.” His hand on her head trembled, and he inhaled sharply. “I am also beginning to experience strange physiological symptoms. I believe my heart rate has accelerated, and so has my breathing. Please continue.”

Abby gave it everything she could. She tugged on his balls, pumped his cock faster, and licked her way up and down his shaft until it stood fully erect.

By now, a pale, viscous fluid was oozing from the tip of his cock. Abby enjoyed the flavor, which was sweet with distinctly fruity overtones, reminding her of ripe strawberries. She licked it eagerly and was pleased to see more spilling out.

Once again, she fastened her lips around the head of Eruje’s cock. His breathing was growing harsher by the minute, and there was no mistaking the low moans and grunts coming from his throat for anything except raw, sexual pleasure.

As she worked, Abby’s pussy began to grow wet. She longed to feel Eruje’s cock—now considerably larger than many she had seen—pounding her hungry pussy. All in good time, she told herself.

Soon, Eruje began to move his hips, thrusting deeper while she took as much of his cock as she could into her mouth. She maintained her grip on his balls, still listening to the sound of his heavy breathing. At last, his balls tightened in her hand, and he gave a loud cry. Thick, creamy juice spurted out of his pulsating cock and poured down Abby’s throat, sweeter than any nectar she had tasted.

After long moments, his flow subsided. His knees buckled and, with a loud cry, he sank to the floor, pulling Abby with him.

She released his cock and licked the last drops of cum from the tip. Then she realized he wasn’t moving. Alarmed, she jumped up and laid a hand on his chest. The steady thumping of his heart reassured her.

“Eruje? Are you okay?”

Slowly, his eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes. His lips parted but no sound emerged. Abby put an arm around him and helped him sit up, then managed to get him over to a larger cushion.

“What happened? It looked like you had passed out.”

“I…I am not sure. I believe it was sensory overload. I have heard of rare cases where this happens, though not, of course, associated with sexual activity.”

“I take it that you enjoyed yourself?”

He licked his lips. “It was most gratifying. I can see why your people are so fascinated by sex.”

“It’s not just us, Eruje.” Abby stroked his thigh. “Every new species that we’ve met has enjoyed similar pleasures, in many different ways. Think of all that you’ve been missing.”

“It was a most convincing demonstration. You have given me much to think about.” He ran his fingers down Abby’s neck, and she shivered with pleasure at his touch.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she said, smiling. “I want you to fuck me next.” She lay down on the cushion and motioned to him.

“I must confess I am curious,” Eruje said, standing up. His cock swayed gently as he moved closer. “Perhaps you should instruct me in what you desire.”

“You can start by kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples.” Abby spread her legs and Eruje knelt between them, then bent over her.

Tentatively, his lips brushed against one erect nipple, and Abby moaned, transfixed by the longing that had made her body hypersensitive to the slightest touch.

Soon, Eruje grew bolder, sucking on Abby’s nipples and squeezing her breasts until she was moaning continuously.

“Is that satisfactory?” he asked, when he lifted his head.

She grinned. “Can’t you tell?”

His entire face lit up as he smiled. “I had got that impression, but I wanted to be sure. It is odd, but my penis…cock, I believe you called it…has readied itself again.”

Abby craned her neck. Sure enough, Eruje’s cock was fully erect, standing straight up against his stomach. She reached for it and stroked it a few times.

“There’s one more thing you could try. Now that you know what a blow job is, you should know that women enjoy oral sex as well.”

He frowned. “I do not understand.”

“A man can stimulate a woman’s genitals using his mouth and tongue. Well, actually, sometimes other women do it even better, but we won’t get into that for now.”

A strange gleam in Eruje’s eyes caught Abby’s attention. “Your species is most creative in these matters. Perhaps we can learn something from you after all and consider whether we were too hasty in our rejection of sexual pleasure. I will attempt this procedure if it brings you satisfaction.”

“Yes, it does.” Abby opened her thighs, reached between them, and spread her plump outer lips. “You’re familiar with our anatomy, I suppose?”

“In a general sense, yes. It is quite similar to our own.” Eruje bent down and surprised Abby by planting a kiss on her mound.

He moved lower, and his warm breath washed over her pussy, making her whimper with anticipation.

“Your fragrance is most pleasing,” he said, his voice low and muffled. “It makes me want to…how did you say it?”

“Fuck me?”

“Yes. I want to fuck you.”

“I think we can arrange that.” Abby’s smile grew wider. “But, for now, I want you to eat my pussy. Don’t be alarmed, that’s just what we call it,” she added quickly, as Eruje raised his head and frowned.

“Truly, you are a most intriguing species,” he said, before bending down again. This time, his lips made direct contact with Abby’s aching pussy.

“Oh yes,” she said. “Kiss my pussy like I did with your mouth. Use your lips and your tongue.”

Soon, Abby was writhing on the cushion as Eruje displayed a surprising range of skills for someone unaccustomed to sex. When his tongue penetrated her entrance at last, she screamed.

“Oh god, that’s amazing—right there! Keep doing that. Fuck me with your tongue.”

Eruje obeyed with alacrity, thrusting his tongue in and out of her pussy until she was gasping for breath. She wasn’t sure if he was entirely conscious of the effect he was having on her, but he managed to keep her teetering on the brink of her orgasm for several minutes. Eventually, though, she couldn’t take it any longer. Her entire body cried out for relief.

She grabbed Eruje’s head with both hands. “Make me come now. Move your tongue higher—there’s a little bump at the top, where my pussy lips meet. That’s my clit. Use your tongue on that.”

Obediently, Eruje flicked at her clit with his tongue, then lashed it harder. As Abby began to shudder, he sucked her clit between his teeth, and she screamed again. Waves of pleasure rocked her body, and her orgasm exploded. She came hard, crying out and trembling in ecstasy as her pussy unleashed a warm stream of her juices all over Eruje’s face.

Only when the last of her tremors had subsided did Abby release Eruje’s head. He rose and looked at her with a lopsided smile. His cock still stood completely erect, and Abby’s hunger grew even more intense as she feasted her eyes on the rigid shaft.

“That was extremely enjoyable for me as well.” Eruje wiped his face with one hand. “I did not realize how much I would enjoy pleasuring another being.”

Abby smiled. “Now you understand why we value sex so highly. And now, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to fuck me.”

He lay on top of her, gazing intently into her eyes, the head of his cock poised against her entrance. Abby reached for it, closed her fingers around his thick shaft, and plunged it into her pussy.

A strange howl erupted from Eruje’s throat, and his eyes glazed over. For long moments, he made no other sound, remaining deep inside Abby without moving.

Then, at last, he opened his mouth. “I have never experienced anything like this. The sensations—the warmth, and the way your muscles are squeezing my…cock…it is most gratifying.”

“Let’s hope you don’t pass out again,” Abby said, giggling. “Now, see if you can fuck me hard. Pull your cock out and then push it back in, and keep doing that over and over.”

After a few attempts, Eruje settled into a steady rhythm, and the raw pleasure surging through Abby’s veins intensified as Eruje’s face grew increasingly expressive. He hardly looked like the same alien that Abby had met just over an hour earlier.

She urged him to fuck her harder, and soon he was pounding her pussy without mercy. Each thrust sent ecstatic jolts through Abby’s body. As much as she was enjoying the relentless action, she decided to try one more thing.

She placed a hand against Eruje’s chest and pushed him away. His cock slipped out of her, and he groaned.

“Are you not deriving satisfaction from the experience?” His hurt expression touched her.

“Believe me, it’s been amazing. But I thought you’d like to try a different position. Most human men seem to enjoy it.”

She rolled over and got on her hands and knees. “Fuck me from behind.”

“I have observed animals doing this. It is most fascinating.”

She helped him maneuver his cock into her pussy, and then he was fucking her again, building the intensity until she began to moan. He gripped her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks as his cock slammed into her pussy. Each thrust stretched her pussy to the limit, and Eruje’s guttural exclamations were clear evidence of the satisfaction he was deriving from this new experience.

As the pressure built in Abby’s groin, she reached for her clit. With every stroke, Eruje’s balls slapped against her busy fingers, adding to her arousal.

Apparently, it had an effect on him as well. “I think I am going to…come…soon,” he said. He gripped her ass harder, without slowing his pace.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want to feel your cock explode inside me. Fill me up with your cum.”

She tweaked her clit with renewed enthusiasm, enjoying the wet, sloppy sounds of Eruje’s cock banging her pussy. Then he cried out, went still for a moment, and spurted thick, hot jets of cum deep inside her pussy.

The feel of his throbbing cock unleashing its load triggered Abby’s orgasm, and she came hard, screaming and clawing at the cushion underneath her. He continued pumping inside her, filling her up until his cum began to flow out of her pussy and trickle down her thighs. Instinctively, she turned to look over her shoulder.

Fortunately, Abby noted, Eruje remained conscious this time. As the waves of euphoria subsided, she watched his smile grew broader. He released her ass and, when she collapsed on the cushion, he surprised her with a quick kiss on her lips.

“Thank you,” he said, “for showing me how wrong we were. I must convey this news to the Council.”

“I’m glad,” she replied. “Your species has so much to look forward to. Jonathan and I will do whatever we can to help.”

A few minutes later, they were both dressed and seated at the table across the room.

The door opened and Jonathan entered, accompanied by Horga. He sighed and flopped down on the floor next to Abby.

“I’m afraid this is going to be a lot more difficult than we thought,” he said. He reached for Abby’s hand.

She squeezed it and favored him with her most benevolent smile. “Maybe not.” She turned to Eruje.

He stood up and walked over to Horga. “Abby is right,” he told Jonathan. “I will report to the Council and ask them to reconsider their decision. There is much I have to tell them. You are welcome to stay here as our honored guests, meanwhile. I will make arrangements for your dietary needs and accommodations.”

He turned to Horga and took her arm. “But first, I must show you what I have learned.”

Abby stole a glance at Eruje’s shorts. The distinct bulge at his crotch made her chuckle. She was still smiling when the two Elseari left the room.

“What’s so funny?” Jonathan demanded.

“There is much I have to tell you,” she said, trying to adopt Eruje’s impassive expression but bursting into laughter instead. She climbed into Jonathan’s lap, straddled his legs, and kissed him.

~

Several hours later, after partaking of a lavish evening meal, Abby and Jonathan returned to their shuttle accompanied by their poker-faced escorts. As soon as they had docked with the Impossible, Jonathan called a meeting of his senior officers.

“This mission hasn’t gone quite as planned,” Jonathan began, “but I think we should be in a good position to submit their application for Galactic Union membership.” He gestured to Abby, and she gave them a quick rundown on her experience with Eruje and the resulting discussion with the Elsearian High Council.

Rob let out a low whistle when she was done. “Sounds like you saved the day, Abby.”

“There’s one decision still left to make, which is why I called this meeting,” Jonathan said. “They would like us to leave two members of our crew—one male, one female—on their planet for a few of their months. They want us to instruct their people on our sexual practices.”

Evie’s eyes sparkled. “What did you tell them?”

“I said I’d discuss it. I promised them an answer by tomorrow. I was going to broadcast a message asking for volunteers. What do you think?”

Rob stood up. “I volunteer.”

Jonathan shook his head. “I can’t afford to lose the captain of this ship, Rob.”

“Yes, you can. I know how much you’d love to be in the big chair again. You could easily take over my position. Bradford’s a good first officer, but he doesn’t have anything close to your flight experience. Honestly, I don’t think I’d be missed. Besides, the mission sounds right up my alley. And I know someone who would be perfect for the other spot—Cindy…I mean, Ensign Thompson. She and I…well, let’s just say she would make a great teacher for the Elseari.”

Evie snorted and attempted to turn it into a cough.

Rob’s proposal stopped Jonathan in his tracks. A part of him knew that Rob would be perfect for the mission. And yet, he wanted to make sure he wasn’t just responding to the admittedly luscious carrot that Rob had just dangled in front of him. To be flying a ship again—it was what he had been born to do. And even better, this could mean the opportunity to say goodbye to his tedious diplomatic duties. The Galactic Union would have to find another ambassador. He made a mental note to recommend Bradford for the position.

Jonathan turned to Rob. “Are you sure about this?”

“Of course I’m sure.”

With a sigh, Jonathan looked to Abby for an opinion. She gave him a small nod.

“Okay. Why don’t you discuss this with Ensign Thompson, and we’ll meet back here in an hour?”

The next morning, the shuttle left the Impossible, with Rob, Ensign Thompson, Abby, and Meera on board.

Jonathan watched the glow of the engines grow smaller until they were tiny dots of light. At first, he had wanted to pilot the shuttle in Meera’s place on the return trip, but they had told him in no uncertain terms that a captain’s place was on his ship.

When Abby and Meera returned, they were all smiles.

“I really think this is going to work out,” Abby said. “Rob is going to turn them into one horny bunch of aliens before they know what’s hit them.”

She leaned forward. “I think you’re pretty happy about how this turned out as well.”

He smiled, gave her a quick kiss, and settled into the captain’s chair.

“Is our course laid out, Meera?”

“Yes, admiral…I mean, captain…Jonathan.”

Jonathan laughed, and the rest of the bridge crew joined in. He glanced at his console, took a deep breath, and said just one word that held a world of meaning for him.

“Engage!”

Ready for Action

“I miss Rob already,” Evie said.

“We all do.” Abby sipped her drink, and Meera nodded in agreement. “I’m sure he and Ensign Thompson are having a great time on Brogana, though. I mean, teaching an entire alien civilization about sex—what more could Rob ask for?”

They were sitting in the small but functional mess hall. Despite its size, the addition to the Impossible was a vast improvement over the primitive food processor stashed in a hallway that they’d all shared aboard the Enterprise.

“I had also grown accustomed to Rob’s presence.” Meera took Evie’s hand and squeezed it, drawing a smile from Evie. “Abby, how does Jonathan feel now that he is back in command of the ship?”

Abby grinned. “He’s ecstatic. This is really what he wanted to do all along. I think he’s even happier that the SpaceXXX board accepted his request to demote him from his rank of admiral, and that he doesn’t have to deal with all his diplomatic duties.”

Her grin faded. “Of course, there is one drawback. He won’t be joining us on routine away missions anymore. I’m going to miss that.”

“I am sure that first officer Bradford will be an acceptable substitute.” Meera tilted her head. “Do you have…reservations…about performing sexual acts with him on our missions?”

Abby’s cheeks flushed. “I don’t know. It will be awkward, at first, but we may not have to worry about it for a while. On our away mission with the Elseari, Jonathan and I didn't spend a whole lot of time together. I guess we’ll find out in a few hours at the mission briefing.”

“There is something else I wish to ask you.” Meera’s fingers fluttered on the smooth nanoglass tabletop, and Evie sensed her hesitation.

“Anything,” Abby replied. “If I can help, I’ll be happy to.”

“It is about the…the device you were given by Jonathan. The prototype that you used for sexual fulfillment when he was away.”

Evie narrowed her eyes. She watched Abby’s expression change as realization dawned on her at last. “You mean the Orgazmo-6000?”

“Yes. Do you think it would work with my physiology?”

Evie let out an indignant squawk. “Meera—I’m shocked! Aren’t I enough to satisfy your needs?”

Meera hung her head and said no more, until Evie burst out laughing. “I was just teasing, silly. I have to admit I’m curious about Abby’s little toy as well.”

Abby joined in, chuckling. “You guys are welcome to have it. I don’t really need it anymore, to be honest, now that Jonathan is back aboard the ship for good.”

“You are welcome to join me.” Meera reached for Evie’s hand. “We can try it together.”

“You’ve got a deal.” Evie leaned forward and kissed Meera.

A short while later, the two of them were back in their shared quarters, studying the contents of the box that Abby had given them.

“We have a couple of hours until the mission briefing,” Evie said, turning the pearlescent egg in her hands, “so we may as well make the most of it. Let’s find out if this thing can work with your incredibly sexy alien brain. If it doesn’t, then I get to keep it all for myself.”

She helped Meera attach the disposable electrode just above her ear. “Would you like me to control it?”

Meera gave her a blank stare, and Evie chuckled. She and the futa alien had been inseparable for over five years now, but there were still times when Evie couldn’t tell what Meera was thinking. At last, Meera’s lips parted in a smile.

“If it will provide you enjoyment,” Meera said, “you may assist me.”

“If this thing works like it’s supposed to, I’m sure both of us will be enjoying it.” Evie’s gaze lingered on Meera’s stunning breasts. Her olive-green nipples had already perked up. Evie longed to kiss those stiff nubs, but Meera had insisted that the only stimulation she was to receive, for the moment, would come from the Orgazmo-6000—if it worked.

“Are you ready?” Evie planted a kiss on Meera’s full lips before pulling back. She had to fight the urge to run her hands over Meera’s girl cock, which lay flaccid across her well-toned abs.

Meera nodded and closed her eyes. “You may begin.”

Once again suppressing the urge to jump into bed with Meera, Evie ran her fingers over the smooth surface of the egg until she found the small indent. She applied a slight pressure and stood back.

At first, nothing seemed to happen. Meera’s breasts rose and fell with each breath, but she gave no sign that the egg was doing its job.

“Maybe I need to turn up the intensity,” Evie muttered. She pressed her finger into the indent again and twisted it.

Her eyes widened, and she almost dropped the egg. Meera’s entire body began to shudder, and her cock rapidly grew to its full size. Her nipples were stiff peaks, and Evie could see the muscles in her green thighs quivering erratically.

Soft moans issued from Meera’s throat. Evie stood frozen to the spot. A familiar wetness began to spread between her thighs while she watched Meera writhe in ecstasy.

All at once, Meera gave a loud cry. Her feet drummed on the bed, and she arched her back. Her green cock twitched, and huge jets of pearly cum spurted from the tip, spraying all over her stomach and breasts.

Simultaneously horrified and fascinated, Evie deactivated the softly thrumming device in her hands.

Meera’s eyes opened, and she stared into Evie’s. “I believe the unit may require calibration for my physiology. That was most unexpected.” Her lips quivered for a moment before spreading into a rare grin. “I think you should try it now.”

“After I clean you up.” Evie bent over Meera and lovingly licked all the cum from her glistening skin. Then she dipped her head and licked Meera’s dripping pussy clean. “Mmm…you taste good. Strawberries?”

Meera shot a curious look at Evie. “Are you not used to my cycle by now?”

Chuckling, Evie helped Meera up. “I should be, but every once in a while you surprise me. After all, it’s not like I’ve been with a lot of women whose secretions are fruit-flavored. And, with you, it’s double the pleasure.”

Evie applied a fresh electrode to her own temple and lay down on the bed with a deep sigh. “Don’t forget to remove your electrode before you turn that thing on.”

With another unreadable look, Meera peeled the adhesive patch from her skin. “I wonder if it would work on both of us at the same time. I must ask Abby. Prepare yourself.”

The barely audible hum of the Orgazmo-6000 reached Evie’s ears just as she closed her eyes. At once, she sucked in a deep breath.

Invisible fingers were running all over her body, stroking her neck and even her back. Simultaneously, they glided down the valley between her ass cheeks, rubbed her nipples, and parted the folds of her pussy.

“Oh fuck, this is incredible!” She gripped the sheets with both hands as the fingers worked their magic. It didn’t take long for her pussy to flood with her juices. Then, as the fingers grew more insistent, Evie groaned with pleasure.

One finger plunged into her pussy. Evie shrieked and writhed as waves of pleasure washed over her. The finger changed texture and transformed into a wet tongue that lapped at her engorged lips. Meanwhile, another slippery finger penetrated her asshole.

Even as the invisible tongue teased Evie’s pussy, a pair of soft, warm lips sucked on each of her nipples.

She began to shudder, delirious with pleasure. Every nerve cell in her body was shooting electrical impulses at once, and she didn’t know how much more of this exquisite agony she could take.

The muscles in her groin tightened, and she lifted her hips. The virtual tongue glided up and down her slit and then pushed into her wet entrance. Simultaneously, the finger in her ass started to pump in and out.

Evie screamed. Her fingernails dug into the pliant fabric of the bed.

A new pair of lips closed around her swollen clit and began to suck. Evie screamed again and finally surrendered to the symphony of sensations as her orgasm claimed her. Her cries echoed around the confines of their quarters, and her pussy muscles quivered as she reached the peak of her ecstasy.

When the sensations began to fade, she took long, slow breaths until the pounding in her ears subsided at last.

Evie opened her eyes to see Meera hovering over her, a hint of concern in her eyes.

“Was the performance of the device satisfactory?”

Laughter bubbled up from Evie’s throat. “Couldn’t you tell? That thing is incredible.”

Meera leaned over and stroked Evie’s hair. “Yes, it is a remarkable device. I will have to ask Abby whether it can be recalibrated for me, though.”

“We could have two of them made for us when we get back to Earth. One for you, one for me.”

Meera sighed. “I fear that will be a long time from now.”

“Never mind about that. We still have some time before the briefing.” Evie reached up and pulled Meera on top of her. “I don’t think we’ll need any other forms of stimulation for what I have in mind.”

~

First Officer Tom Bradford checked their course corrections one last time and stared at his console. Just a few minutes until the mission briefing.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. While Tom had accepted the promotion to ambassador with as much grace as he could muster when Jonathan recommended him for the role, and even looked forward to the promotion, there was one thing still bothering him. Abby.

When he’d learned that he’d been assigned to the crew of the Impossible, Tom had been ecstatic. The thought of wandering the galaxy to find and interact with alien races seemed like something out of a science-fiction holovid show. Although Tom was fully aware that all missions would involve sexual exploration—in keeping with the original reason that SpaceXXX was founded—he’d assumed that his role as first officer would preclude his participation. SpaceXXX had been clear that their two Galactic Union ambassadors, Jonathan and Abby, would be leading that charge.

All of a sudden, with the changing roles aboard the Impossible, Tom had found himself in the unenviable position of filling Jonathan’s shoes.

He cast a quick glance at the captain’s chair, but Jonathan was absorbed in his holodisplay. It wasn’t that Tom was shying away from sexual adventures beyond his wildest imagination—not at all. It was just that he’d been obsessed with Abby ever since joining the crew, even though it was very clear that she and Jonathan had a five-year history together. Now that they’d be working together more intimately than any two members of the crew, fulfilling Tom’s wild fantasies, he was suddenly plagued with doubt over whether he was risking his career with SpaceXXX as a result. After all, how could Jonathan simply stand by and do nothing while his first officer fucked his woman?

He shook his head. Maybe he was making too much of it. Maybe their next mission wouldn’t even involve any sexual activity. He glanced at the chrono again. They’d find out soon enough.

When they assembled in the briefing room just off the bridge, Tom took a seat across the table from Abby. She gave him a huge smile that sent his pulse racing. He swallowed hard and pretended to be absorbed in the holodisplay, which was flashing course parameters and other navigational details. Next to him, Everly Stomper continued her usual banter with her green-skinned companion. Tom’s initial interest in the gorgeous redhead had been rapidly quenched when he learned that she was a lesbian—the only cock she was interested in, apparently, was that of the futa alien, Meera. Tom still couldn’t quite wrap his head around that concept.

Jonathan began the briefing by recounting information that Tom was largely familiar with—statistics on the planetary system, their course, and the orbital trajectory for the Impossible. When he got to the away mission, Tom’s ears perked up.

“I’m afraid that, just as with the Elseari, we don’t have a lot of information on this civilization.” Jonathan swiped a hand over the holodisplay to bring up an image of a blue-green planet, with partial cloud cover that obscured much of the land mass.

“The Galactic Union has enough information in the central databanks to calibrate the GlobalTrans chips from the language files they downloaded at first contact,” Jonathan continued, “but there's no cultural database, historical data, or much else to go by. That’s one of the reasons they selected this civilization for us to explore. They hope our invitation for them to join the Union will be accepted.”

“Do we have visuals on the aliens?” Abby asked.

“No. They’re humanoid, as expected, and their atmosphere is very similar to Earth’s, with a higher oxygen content. The spectral probe we launched earlier didn’t find any environmental toxins, so we should be fine without envirosuits.”

“How about their reproductive biology?” Abby glanced at Tom, and his cheeks flushed.

“Again, nothing in the databanks.” Jonathan shrugged. “I think we’ll have to get used to flying blind in these situations, just like we did with the Elseari.”

With a deep sigh, Abby nodded.

Evie and Meera asked a few questions, but Tom’s attention had already wandered. He’d read the complete report from the Elseari mission several times over, and although he was doing his best not to give his fantasies free rein, a part of him was still excited by the prospect of what might happen on the planet between him and Abby.

But first, he had to prepare himself for a shuttle ride with her. He just hoped he wouldn’t say anything stupid.

~

“You’ve been very quiet, Tom.” Abby settled back in her seat as the shuttle accelerated. The disk of the planet filled the viewscreen.

“Just running a diagnostic on the landing controls.”

Abby looked at Tom. She wondered if the stress of his new role was getting to him. After all, she’d been a bundle of nerves on her first official mission until they had landed on the planet, even with Jonathan’s efforts to reassure her.

“It’s okay,” Abby said, lowering her voice. “I didn’t know what to expect on our previous mission, either.”

Tom swiveled in his chair. “I…it’s not that. I mean, that’s part of it, but I knew that when Jonathan offered me the ambassadorship. From what he said, the worst is still to come—all the diplomatic duties when we return to Earth.”

Abby laughed. “Jonathan hated all that stuff. He’s really happy to be at the helm again, although I know he misses Rob as much as the rest of us. But relax—we won’t get back to Earth for a long while.” She studied Tom’s impassive features, and her gaze slid lower to the muscles of his arms that rippled under the thin fabric of his uniform. “Is there something else that’s bothering you?”

He exhaled slowly. “I guess I’m a little nervous about the nature of our…mission.”

“I know what you mean.” Abby reached across and squeezed his hand. “If it wasn’t for our experience on that first deep-space flight five years ago, the idea of having sex with aliens would have terrified me now. You don’t have that advantage, but I think you’ll be fine.”

“It’s not the aliens I’m worried about.”

For an instant, Abby frowned. Then Tom’s words sank in, and she chuckled. “Oh, Tom, we’re professionals. This is part of our job—admittedly, an unusual part, but still. Don’t give it a second thought. If it helps any, I find you quite attractive.”

She had the satisfaction of seeing Tom’s cheeks turn bright red. “Besides,” she continued, “it may not even come to that. Our mission with the Elseari turned out quite different from what we expected. Jonathan and I were separated most of the time.”

Tom relaxed, but she thought she detected a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He turned back to his console, made some adjustments, and then looked up.

“We’ve locked on to their beacon. Should be landing in a short while.”

Abby nodded and adjusted her seat for landing, still amused at Tom’s reaction although she did her best not to show it.

Tom guided the shuttle in for a smooth landing, and Abby waited for him at the door. She touched the control panel, and the door slid up with a hiss. A wall of warm, humid air hit them as they emerged from the shuttle.

Abby gasped, and Tom stumbled into her. Waiting at the foot of the exit ramp were four aliens—three males and one female. They were all naked, except for a solitary piece of jewelry that the female wore in her glossy, shoulder-length hair. Their walnut-brown skin glistened in the harsh sunlight.

Their nakedness wasn’t entirely a shock for Abby, although it had briefly unnerved her. The chief contributor to her reaction was the large and unmistakable erections sported by all three male aliens.

She glanced back at Tom. His face was a mask. Gingerly, Abby descended the ramp.

The female stepped forward and spoke in a musical, throaty voice. It took the GlobalTrans chip implanted behind Abby’s ear a moment, but then the words came through loud and clear.

“Welcome to Epona, people of Earth. I am Princess Nuzan of the Subolian people, rulers of this planet.”

Abby tried to keep her eyes fixed on the female who had spoken. “Thank you for graciously accepting our request. We are honored to be your guests as representatives of the Galactic Union.” She gestured to herself. “I am Abby.”

Tom stepped forward and cleared his throat. “And I’m Tom. Greetings from Earth.”

The female alien’s forehead wrinkled briefly before her features once again settled into an impassive stare. “You allow your males to speak without being directly addressed first? Interesting. We have much to discuss.”

She led them toward a waiting surface craft that resembled the hoverpad back at the SpaceXXX launch facility. The males followed behind Abby and Tom.

When they climbed aboard the vehicle, Nuzan issued a terse command to one of the males, and he took the pilot’s seat. She settled in  beside Abby, who suppressed a grin as Tom sat across from them next to the other males, whose cocks were still as stiff as ever.

“Our people do not cover our bodies, as you have seen,” Nuzan said to Abby, when the vehicle moved forward. “Do you find this practice disturbing?”

“It’s a bit unusual,” Abby replied. “But what about weather changes?”

Nuzan tilted her head to one side. “Our climate is regulated. It is the same all year round.”

As they sped toward a more densely populated region, Nuzan answered more of Abby’s questions. However, Abby refrained from asking the one that was foremost on her mind, as she stole discreet glances at the male aliens’ impressive cocks.

In about fifteen minutes, by Abby’s chrono, they arrived at a imposing stone building. It reminded Abby of the castles she’d seen when she visited the Scottish highlands as a young girl, with her parents.

To her surprise, Tom recovered quickly from his initial shock and jumped into the initial discussions with the queen—an older, exquisitely beautiful version of Nuzan—and her advisors with a professional air that suggested he’d been doing this for years. Abby noticed that the male aliens were conspicuously absent from the richly furnished room. She’d grown accustomed to admiring their rigid cocks.

After over two hours, they left the room, once again escorted by Nuzan. She showed them to a small room down the hallway. In contrast to the queen’s meeting chamber, the only furniture in the room consisted of several plush divans and a large table at one end, laden with a variety of what Nuzan explained were fruit grown in the royal province.

“We are eager to begin your proposed procedures regarding sexual compatibility,” Nuzan said. “Abby, I have selected a suitable male for you. He will be here shortly.” She placed a hand on Tom’s arm. “You will come with me.”

Abby could contain her curiosity no longer and sensed her opportunity slipping away. “Before you go, Princess Nuzan, there’s one more thing I have to ask. Are your males always…ready for sex?”

Nuzan’s brow creased in a frown. “The males in our society exist purely to serve the needs of our females. When we desire sex, we are able to choose any of them. Unlike your species, we do not have fixed pairings.” She glanced at Tom. “It was difficult for me to convince the queen to allow you in their meeting at first. You are our first visitors from another planet. It will take some time for my people to adjust.”

Tom swallowed hard as Nuzan skimmed her hand over his crotch. “It will be…interesting…to learn about a different anatomy. I trust that we will be compatible.”

“I hope so,” Tom said. He flashed a broad grin at Abby, then turned and followed Nuzan.

Abby considered sampling some of the brightly colored fruit on the table, but she wasn’t particularly hungry. She decided to strip off her uniform—after the meeting, she was actually feeling awkward about being one of the only two people with clothes on.

The door opened just as she was done. A male Subolian entered and bowed to her. Abby’s gaze traveled down his body, taking in the sculpted muscles of his chest and abs, and lingering on his massive cock. Like the others she had seen when they’d arrived on the planet, his balls were smooth and hairless, glistening as if they’d just been oiled.

“You may speak freely,”Abby said. “What is your name?”

He gave her a surprised look. “I am called Barka.”

“Tell me, Barka, is it…uncomfortable…walking around with your sexual organ so hard?” She reached out, unable to contain her excitement any longer, and stroked the rigid shaft.

“I am not sure what you mean, my lady. I have known nothing else, so it does not give me either pleasure or pain.” He lowered his gaze. “I understand that the males of your species function differently from ours.”

“Please call me Abby.” She cupped his balls, pleased by their weight in her palm. ”We don’t need to observe any formalities here.”

Barka bent forward. “Very well…Abby. I am at your service.”

Abby couldn’t suppress a giggle. “I can see that. Does your species engage in oral sex?” The thought of that huge cock spurting in her mouth started to make her wet.

“We have a variety of sexual practices. I can perform whatever act you wish.”

With a sigh of anticipation, Abby sank to her knees and closed her fingers around Barka’s cock. She marveled at how thick it was, and the rich brown of the alien’s skin made the contrast with the bright pink head even more appealing. She pressed her lips to the base of the shaft and then trailed her tongue over the smooth skin of his balls.

A sweet flavor overwhelmed her tastebuds, like wild honey. Abby licked eagerly, craving more. Experimentally, she sucked one of Barka’s balls into her mouth. He made a soft crooning sound, which Abby interpreted to mean that he was enjoying the experience.

Her mouth was completely filled with his firm, swollen flesh. She sucked harder, gripping Barka’s ass tight. His cock throbbed against her forehead. After a while, she let go of him, only to suck his other swollen nut into her mouth.

If his balls tasted so good, Abby wondered what his cock would be like. After a few more minutes, she let go and licked her way up his shaft. Briefly, she examined his pink cock head. It was considerably larger than any human’s that she’d seen. The slit at the tip gaped open, and Abby swiped her tongue across it.

A pale blue, oily fluid oozed out. Abby began to pump the shaft until the liquid trickled down his cock. She stuck out her tongue and tasted it with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The flavors were rich and fruity, reminding her of ripe cantaloupe, with an additional hint of the honey that she’d sampled on his balls.

She moaned softly and then took Barka’s dome-shaped cock head into her mouth. She sucked gently at first, savoring the fruity essence. Then she wrapped both hands around his massive shaft and started to pump it.

Barka’s breathing grew ragged, and soft grunts issued from his throat, adding to Abby’s arousal. She longed to slip a hand between her thighs and give her pussy the attention it was craving, but both hands were filled with meaty alien cock.

She speeded up her pace, enjoying the way Barka’s cock throbbed in her fists. Then she changed to a corkscrew motion, twisting her fists toward each other as she pushed up his shaft and then in the opposite direction as she moved back down.

Barka’s grunts changed to a loud wail. The base of his cock vibrated in Abby’s hand, and it ballooned out to almost twice its girth. A wave of contractions raced up the shaft, and a jet of cum erupted from the tip to land on Abby’s tongue. The heat from his juices surprised her, almost burning her tongue, but she swallowed eagerly. More rich, creamy cum followed, as sweet and flavorful as the slippery fluid that had preceded it. Abby drank it all down eagerly.

At last, Barka’s cock stopped pulsing, and the swelling at the base subsided. She released the thick shaft from her mouth and stood up, licking traces of cum from her lips. A few drops still oozed from the tip. Abby noted that it was a pale blue, like his precum, but with a milky opacity.

Barka’s gaze met hers. “Was the experience satisfactory?”

“I enjoyed it very much, thank you.” She licked her fingers. “I hope you found it pleasurable, too.”

For the first time, Barka’s lips quirked. “My only pleasure is to give pleasure.” He gestured to one of the larger divans. “Would you like me to reciprocate?”

Abby chuckled and laid down with her legs spread wide. “Yes, please.”

Without preamble, Barka dived between Abby’s legs. Soon, his amazingly agile tongue was fluttering along the length of her pussy. Abby’s chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. Her pussy was soaked and, when Barka thrust his tongue past her entrance, she screamed with delight. He maneuvered his tongue with practiced ease, fucking her with it in a steady rhythm that soon had her clutching the edges of the divan and arching her back.

“Oh god,” she said, her voice hoarse. “This is so good—don’t stop.”

Within a few minutes, Barka brought Abby to the edge of orgasm, only to back off and keep her teetering there for long moments. She groaned, grabbed the tight curls that covered his head, and pushed him back against her aching pussy. He seemed to know exactly how her body was reacting, for he repeated the process over and over until Abby begged him to let her come.

Finally, his tongue moved higher and lashed at her swollen clit. Abby screamed again as the throbbing nugget of pleasure in her groin exploded, and waves of intense bliss claimed her body. She shuddered and writhed as the convulsions peaked and then began to fade, leaving her gasping for air.

When she was finally able to raise her head, she saw the trace of a smile on Barka’s face again. His lips glistened with her juices. Abby sucked in a long, slow breath when she saw that his cock was as hard as ever.

She beckoned to him, and he climbed on top of her. “Fuck me now,” she said. “I hope the translator gets that right.”

He caressed her breasts, rolling her stiff nipples beneath his palms. “I do not think the translator is necessary at this point.”

She reached for him and guided his cock to her entrance. She paused, letting the warmth from his cock head spread throughout her pussy. Then, gripping the shaft tight, she eased it into her slick channel.

Abby licked her lips. “Give me more,” she whispered.

Barka pushed deeper, stretching her pussy to the limit. She had never been filled so completely before, not even with the various alien species she’d encountered on Bryn’s ship during their historic deep-space adventure.

She raised her hands and wrapped them around Barka’s back as he began to move, thrusting even deeper until Abby thought he would split her in two. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he eased back out until only the head of his cock was left inside her.

With slow, deliberate thrusts, he established a rhythm that had Abby panting hard. She began to understand what the females of the planet enjoyed with their matriarchal society—and why the men were always ready and willing to serve as purveyors of pleasure.

Barka sped up his thrusts, and Abby lost all track of time and space, except for the relentless pistoning of his cock in her slick pussy. She raised her ass to meet him with each stroke. He shifted his weight and placed his hands under her ass, lifting her higher. She shuddered with pleasure. Not for the first time, she told herself that her role as ambassador had its benefits after all.

Soon, the warmth that pulsed in Abby’s groin had spread throughout her entire body. Her hair was damp with sweat as Barka fucked her harder. Everything about the experience took on a dream-like quality as the pressure built deep within her, and she responded to each thrust with an instinct that fanned the flames of her lust ever higher.

Abby’s legs started to tremble, and Barka gripped her ass tighter, forcing her cheeks apart.

“Oh fuck—I’m going to come!” Abby yelled. She wasn’t quite sure what the GlobalTrans chip would make of that but, at that point, she didn’t really care.

Barka seemed to get the message, however, as he fucked her even harder, making low grunting noises each time he slammed into her pussy. Abby’s vision grew blurry, and she came hard, crying out and rolling her head from side to side as her orgasm shook her entire body.

Just as the exquisite pleasure reached its peak, Barka growled, and his searing hot cum filled Abby’s pussy. The strong vibrations from his cock brought her to a second orgasm, moments after the first one faded. She clung to him as if her life depended on it, drowning in an ocean of bliss.

It seemed like an hour had elapsed when Abby finally released her hold on Barka, and he slipped out of her at last. She sat up and licked the residual cum off his cock and balls.

Then her eyes widened. Was it her imagination, or was his cock getting soft?

Following her gaze, he looked down and gasped. Sure enough, it no longer stood flat against his stomach. Horrified, but unable to say anything, Abby watched as it began to shrink.

“I do not understand,” he said, through gritted teeth. “This is most unusual. I have never experienced it before.”

He jumped off the divan. “I beg your forgiveness. I must seek medical attention immediately.” And with that, he ran to the door. Abby could only stare after him, aghast at what had happened.

As she gathered her clothes, trying to decide what to do next, she wondered how Tom was faring with the princess.

~

Once more, Tom’s balls tightened. The beautiful, captivating princess writhed underneath him, her legs locked around his back. Some time earlier, all his apprehension about his new duties had vanished in one spectacular orgasm, the result of the best blow job he’d ever had. And now, the urgency in his groin was reaching its peak again.

“Yes,” Nuzan whispered. “I sense that you are near. I am ready as well.”

She arched her back, and a low, primal scream erupted from her throat. A thick stream of her warm juices bathed Tom’s cock, pushing him over the edge at last.

With one final, massive thrust, he came, spurting deep inside the warmth and comfort of Nuzan’s pussy. She gyrated her hips as he shuddered, both their bodies answering to an unseen force that controlled the movement of every muscle.

Gradually, Nuzan’s contractions subsided. Tom pulled out of her, his balls completely drained, but his cock still ached with an uncontrollable longing.

As he stood up, there was a soft knock on the door.

“You may enter,” Nuzan said, casting a quick glance at Tom.

Another female alien entered, a head taller than Nuzan, and with ripe breasts that swayed as she bowed. At first, Tom wondered if they had something more planned for him. Even as his mouth watered at the sight of the alien’s prominent, chocolate nipples, he wasn’t sure he could handle it. However, his cock was still hard, much to his surprise.

The two aliens moved to a corner of the room and conversed in low voices. After a few minutes, Nuzan returned to Tom and reached for his stiff cock.

His breathing sped up, but after she caressed his shaft gently, she moved her hand away.

“It appears that there may be a medical problem associated with our mating,” Nuzan said. The other alien stayed at a respectful distance, somewhat to Tom’s regret. “The royal doctor has informed me of an unexpected complication. We should return you to your crewmate now.” She glanced at Tom’s cock again. “It seems to affect males of both species, although in opposite ways.”

His head reeling, Tom pulled on his uniform, doing his best to stuff his recalcitrant cock into his pants.

Abby was eating something that looked like a cross between an apple and a mango when they walked in. Tom tried to keep his hands over the prominent ridge that ran from his crotch up his stomach, distorting the skin-tight uniform.

“Abby, we have learned of a…side-effect…of the mating practice.” Nuzan’s fingers fluttered as she spoke.

“I think I know what you mean.” Abby set the fruit down on the table and wiped her hands on a washcloth. “Is there anything we can do?”

Nuzan glanced at Tom. “It has affected Tom as well. The doctor believes it is an unforeseen reaction between our bodily secretions and yours.”

Abby’s eyes widened. “Tom—what’s going on?”

He moved his hands away from his crotch and shrugged. Abby’s lips quivered but, much to Tom’s relief, she didn’t laugh. “I see. I should have guessed.”

“Fortunately,” Nuzan said, “it is a reversible condition. Once our male mates with his own species again—and you with yours—everything will be back to the way it was.”

Tom’s cheeks burned as Nuzan’s words sank in. He avoided meeting Abby’s eyes. She simply nodded.

“I will leave the two of you alone for now.” Nuzan turned and walked away, shutting the door behind her.

Abby exhaled through her teeth. “I guess we don’t have much choice.”

“Look, Abby, if you don’t want to do this—“

“It’s okay. Actually, I think I’ll enjoy it.” Abby started to peel her uniform off, and Tom gasped as her perfect breasts were revealed. “Besides, it would be a shame to waste that magnificent boner. However, if you prefer to wait until we return to the ship and find someone else—”

“No!” Tom tugged at the waist of his uniform. Visions of walking onto the bridge with an enormous erection floated before his eyes. “I mean…if you don’t mind, I’d rather fix things here and now.”

She giggled at last, her eyes twinkling, and it helped defuse the tension. Tom’s shoulders sagged for a moment.

“What about Jonathan?” Tom still couldn’t shake the last bit of apprehension that held him back, no matter how much his cock ached with longing.

Abby strode forward and kissed Tom, her tongue exploring his mouth. His huge erection pressed against her stomach.

“Don’t worry,” she said, when they broke apart. “We have an open relationship. It’s pretty much a requirement for this job. Besides, I think I told you earlier that I find you attractive, and I must admit I’ve been more than a little curious. Now come here and let me see that cock.”

Tom moved closer, still in a daze. She undid his uniform and pulled his pants down to his ankles, stripping away the last of his inhibitions with his clothes.

He feasted his eyes on her exquisite beauty that had captivated him since their first meeting. Her eyes held his, and she smiled again. Then her lips closed around his cock, and Tom groaned with relief.

Before long, they were on the divan, and Tom was sucking hungrily on Abby’s stiff nipples. The sound of her moans thrilled him, and her fingernails raking across his back urged him on. His cock waited, poised at her entrance.

He continued tormenting her nipples until she cried out and grabbed his cock. With a swift movement, she plunged it into her pussy.

Tom sighed as her warm, wet flesh enveloped him. He thrust deeper, and Abby responded immediately, raising her hips until he was buried all the way to his balls.

He fucked her slowly at first, enjoying each sigh and moan. Most of all, he relished the unmistakable hunger in her eyes. It was the same white-hot desire he’d seen in his numerous fantasies about Abby.

“Fuck me harder.” She gasped and reached between her legs.

Tom accelerated his pace while Abby fondled his swollen balls. Then she tugged on them, and he cried out. The ache in his groin intensified.

He moved one hand between their shuddering bodies and pressed his thumb over her clit.

Abby screamed. “Oh fuck, Tom, that’s just what I needed. Yes, right there—don’t stop.”

Tom kept up the frenzied pace of his thrusts, his balls still trapped in Abby’s unyielding grasp. Her grip magnified every movement of his cock, pushing him toward the inevitable conclusion. He rubbed his thumb in tight circles over her swollen bud, making her scream over and over.

Soon, Abby’s body started to shake, and her eyes glazed. Her pussy muscles tightened around Tom’s cock.

Her head flopped back, and she screamed once more as the first waves of her orgasm washed over her. Tom surrendered as well, just as the walls of Abby’s pussy began to clench and release around his throbbing shaft.

With a loud cry, he shot the first jet of his cum inside her quivering pussy. Her screams turned into a continuous wail as she shuddered beneath him. Tom’s cock pulsed again and again, while Abby milked him with her powerful muscles, until he thought he would pass out from the overloaded pleasure circuits in his brain.

Abby’s body went rigid, and then she slumped back onto the soft cushions of the divan. Tom’s cock slid out of her pussy.

He watched her chest heave with each breath, still admiring the perfection of her breasts. He bent and kissed the valley between the firm mounds, then stood up.

Slowly, he looked down at his groin.

“I never thought I’d be saying this, but I’m glad my cock is getting soft.” He glanced at Abby, and they both burst into fits of uncontrollable laugher.

The shuttle ride back to the Impossible was considerably more relaxed than the one down to the planet. The invisible but very real barrier between Tom and Abby had dissolved away, and this time Tom kept up a steady flow of conversation.

As they approached the ship, Abby turned to him. “So, what did you think of your first away mission—ambassador?”

He grinned. “I’ll never forget it, mostly thanks to you.”

Abby reached for his hand and held it tight. “It was my pleasure.”

~

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The Futa Planet

Tom checked the chrono before sinking back onto his bed. He had another hour to go before the next mission briefing. After pulling an overtime shift on the bridge, a quick nap was just what he needed.

He closed his eyes, but the memory of what had just happened kept sleep at bay. Had Meera really been flirting with him?

He’d been on his way back to his quarters when Meera had passed him in the hallway. She stopped and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I have wanted to congratulate you on your first ambassadorial mission,” Meera said, “but I have not had the opportunity.”

Tom nodded and cleared his throat. “Um, thanks. It was quite an experience.”

“So I have heard from Abby.”

Tom took a step back, flattening himself against the cold steel wall. “Abby told you about…us?”

Something that passed for a smile flickered across Meera’s normally unexpressive face for a moment, then it was gone. “Yes, of course. She said you were nervous at first, but you performed remarkably well.”

At first, Tom considered making an excuse to rush back to his quarters. Something about Meera kept him there, almost hypnotized by the gleam in her pale yellow eyes. He’d never considered that he’d been attracted to Meera before, despite her obvious physical charms—he was still wrapping his mind around the whole futa thing. However, at that moment, he couldn’t deny the electricity in the air that was making his cock stir in his skin-tight uniform.

“I…well, we didn’t have much of a choice. The only solution was for Abby to have sex with me. Given the alternative, I’m very grateful that she did.”

Meera tilted her head and made a sound that Tom could have sworn was a chuckle. Maybe she’d developed a sense of humor from all the time she spent with her lover. Evie, the ship’s science officer had a razor-sharp wit, as Tom had learned soon after coming on board.

“I cannot imagine what it must have been like for you.” Her gaze traveled downward, and Tom realized she was checking out his crotch. “I am glad Abby was able to help.”

With another passable attempt at a smile, she had moved on. Tom had walked as fast as he could to his quarters at the end of the hallway, trying not to think of Meera with a permanent erection—the fate that had befallen him on the mission to Epona.

Now, as he turned over on his bunk, he forced himself to refocus. The encounter with Abby had been everything he had hoped for and more, despite the circumstances. Her beautiful, lithe body pressed against his, her soft moans in his ear, her wet pussy enveloping his cock…

The door to his quarters buzzed, and Tom sat upright, nearly hitting his head against the wall behind the bunk.

“Come…come in,” he spluttered. The voice-activated sensor unlocked the door with a soft click, and the door slid open.

“I’m so glad you’re awake, Tom.” Ensign Miranda walked in, her hips swaying enticingly, and sat down on the bunk beside Tom. She ran her fingers across his chest. “I thought you could use a little company.”

Not for the first time, Tom wondered whether his brief but torrid relationship with Ensign Miranda was such a good idea. The woman was insatiable, which was usually how Tom liked his women, but after that experience with Abby…

He blinked. Abby and he were never going to be an item. Of course, she had said that her relationship with Jonathan was an open one, but Tom still had qualms about how his captain might have reacted to the news that Tom and Abby had sex on the alien planet. Besides, Abby had only offered out of pity…hadn’t she?

He shook his head to try and clear it. Never mind about Abby and what might have been. Here was a warm, sensuous woman in his arms, and she was already unfastening his uniform. His cock started to swell.

~

Tom arrived at the mission briefing with a minute to spare. As usual, Jonathan covered the planet’s geophysical features and the results of the atmospheric probe before getting down to specifics about its inhabitants. And, as usual, Tom expected that the Galactic Union databanks had provided very little information about the civilization they were about to visit.

However, Tom sat upright when Jonathan turned to Meera and said, “I think you’ll want to be part of this away team.”

Several hours later, Tom, Abby, and Meera were running through the preflight check on board their shuttle.

“I must admit these circumstances are intriguing.” Meera settled into the seat behind Tom and fasted the restraints.

Abby gave Tom a sly wink. “I think you’ll enjoy an away mission, Meera. Maybe we should make you a regular part of the team—an honorary ambassador of sorts.”

Tom chuckled. His first mission had been unforgettable, and he was sure this one would be even more memorable. His cock began to stir just thinking about the possibilities. Regretfully, he realized he probably wouldn’t be paired up with Abby this time.

By the time they touched down on the planet, both Tom and Abby were roaring with laughter, not a little of it coming at Meera’s expense. As she always did, Meera bore it all with good humor, even if some of the more subtle aspects were lost on her. The banter succeeded in heightening Tom’s curiosity about this fascinating, stunningly beautiful green-skinned alien, which had been building ever since he’d joined the crew of the Impossible. He began to regard the mission with considerably more enthusiasm than he’d developed during the briefing.

The Olosian aliens who greeted them impressed Tom with their quiet dignity. They were taller than Tom expected, and their skin was a rich copper hue. Somehow, Tom had expected them to share Meera’s pale green tones. All the aliens had hair as black as the heart of the Kostrovsky nebula.

The first to introduce herself, Angana, greeted Meera at once. The GlobalTrans chip embedded just behind Tom’s ear had no trouble calibrating itself, making final adjustments to the language database downloaded from the Galactic Union headquarters on Earth. For a moment, Tom wished he could understand the alien language directly, as the translated voice contained little of the inflection that he sensed in the alien’s clear and lilting tones.

“We are pleased that your crew has included one who is similar to us,” Angana said. She took Meera’s hand. “Welcome to Serikis.” Only then did she turn to Abby and Tom.

As she led them to a sleek surface craft, Tom admired the gentle curves of Angana’s ass, enhanced by the thin, translucent fabric of her gown. He did his best not to think about what hung between her legs.

Before long, they arrived at a building that towered over the rest, in the middle of a densely packed city. For a while, Tom forgot his fascination with the aliens, as he took in the sheer scale of their surroundings. In stark contrast to the medieval feel of the last place they had visited—the Subolian capital city on Epona—the Olosian city could have passed for any large metropolitan area on Earth. The buildings were all glass and metal, arranged in rectangular blocks, with a few open, vegetated areas at regular intervals that appeared to be parks. From listening to Abby’s conversation with the Olosians, Tom gathered this was the largest city on their planet, and it held the seat of their multinational governing body.

“The regents are eager to meet with you,” Angana said. She turned to Tom and looked directly at him for the first time. “We have never seen your kind before—those unable to bear offspring. I am sure they will take a particular interest in your physiology.”

Abby hid a smile beneath her hand, and Tom struggled to keep a straight face himself. He cleared his throat. “I’m happy to offer whatever…er, cooperation…is needed.”

When they arrived, they were whisked away to a large, richly furnished room where the twelve members of the Federated Council of Regents were waiting to receive them. Although Tom dutifully participated in the customary negotiations and exchange of information necessary to advance the Olosians’ membership in the Galactic Union, his mind wandered to what lay ahead. When they left the room almost two hours later, by his chrono, his pulse sped up with a mixture of anticipation and dread.

“Good luck, Tom,” Abby said, as she followed another alien down a hallway leading in the opposite direction. “You too, Meera.”

~

Abby accompanied her Olosian companion, Vulnara, into a small room. The floor was covered in a soft, foam-like material, and Abby followed Vulnara’s example in removing her shoes at once. She sighed with pleasure as her feet sank into the foam.

“It is a regenerative biomaterial,” Vulnara said. “It will strip away dead skin cells and provide a micronutrient infusion. Do you not have such materials on your planet?”

“Our technology isn’t quite there yet,” Abby replied. She glanced at a large, low bed in the center of the room that also appeared to be made from the foam. “There’s a lot we can learn from you.”

Vulnara bowed. “And we from you. As you can imagine, we are most intrigued by your species’ division into different genders. And, of course, your mating habits.”

“That’s really the main purpose of our mission.” For a few minutes, Abby gave Vulnara a condensed version of the history of SpaceXXX that she had delivered before the regents, touching briefly on their first-ever deep-space flight.

“I am impressed by your acceptance of the futa alien on your ship.” Vulnara undid a strap at her waist, and her sheer gown fell to the floor. Abby suppressed a gasp as her gaze lingered on Vulnara’s firm, ripe breasts and then traveled lower, to her thick girl-cock. “Are all of your people as accepting of other species?”

Abby sighed. “I wish I could say yes, but there are certainly groups of humans who resent the presence of those who are different. Attitudes are changing, especially after we returned from our first deep-space mission, but change is slow.”

“Please make yourself comfortable.” Vulnara gestured to the bed.

Abby tore her gaze away from Vulnara’s statuesque body long enough to shed her uniform. She sat down on the bed, sinking into the foam. Then she gasped as her pussy began to tingle.

Vulnara smiled. “You have discovered one of the more pleasing aspects of our biomaterials.”

“We really need to learn more about your technology, so we can replicate it back on Earth.”

“You are very beautiful, Abby,” Vulnara said as she sat down beside Abby. She trailed a finger over Abby’s lips. “Do you find our species attractive? I understand that you have mated with Meera on several occasions.”

With a soft moan, Abby turned to Vulnara. “You’re gorgeous. And yes, I’ve enjoyed sex with Meera. To be honest, the first time was on board a ship where we were held captive, and I was under the influence of her pheromones, although we didn’t know it at the time. Let’s just say that it didn’t take me long to develop an appreciation for a futa’s body.”

Vulnara leaned closer and her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “I am…glad.” Then her lips were on Abby’s, and the exquisite softness of her breasts thrilled Abby as they embraced. Abby parted her lips and Vulnara’s tongue crept out to lick them before thrusting into Abby’s mouth.

As the kiss deepened, Abby’s hands glided over the smooth skin of Vulnara’s back. She cupped Vulnara’s ass and pulled her even closer. They fell back onto the bed, still locked in the kiss, and Abby luxuriated in warmth of Vulnara’s body against hers. When they came up for air, the warmth in Vulnara’s hazel eyes made Abby’s pussy ache with longing. Soon, Abby sensed a hard rod pressing against her stomach. She slid a hand down Vulnara’s flat stomach and grasped Vulnara’s cock.

Vulnara whimpered as Abby closed her fingers around the meaty shaft. “This is most enjoyable,” she said. “I had never imagined that I would one day mate with another species.”

With her other hand, Abby caressed Vulnara’s breasts. “I guess I should be used to it by now, but each time is a unique experience for me. I love the way your skin feels against mine. And your cock is magnificent. I can’t wait to taste your pussy.”

The hint of a frown creased Vulnara’s forehead. “Taste? I do not understand.”

Abby froze. She hoped the translation had rendered “pussy” accurately. Then a thought struck her. “You mean…you’ve never engaged in oral sex?”

The confused look in Vulnara’s eyes gave Abby the answer she needed. “Our culture regards sexual activity as primarily intended for procreation, although it does give us much pleasure. I am curious about this oral sex, though. I would like to try it.”

“Meera seems to enjoy it,” Abby said, grinning. “I think you’re in for a treat.”

As tempted as Abby was to dive between Vulnara’s thighs right away, she took her time. To Vulnara’s apparent pleasure, Abby covered her neck with kisses and then moved to her breasts. Vulnara’s puffy areolas—a stunning shade of crimson—delighted Abby. She sucked on the alien’s thick, stiff nipples until Vulnara’s whimpers and moans changed to deep sighs of satisfaction.

“You are extremely skilled at sexual stimulation,” Vulnara said. “I am not surprised that Meera enjoys your attention.”

“Actually, I don’t spend much time with Meera these days,” Abby said. She tweaked Vulnara’s nipples between her fingers, making Vulnara gasp. “She’s…mated…with Evie, another Earth woman on our ship.”

Vulnara’s breath hissed through her teeth as Abby writhed against her girl-cock and continued sucking on her nipples. “I appreciate your attention to my pleasure. Our mating practices are generally brief, although they are often intense.”

At last, Abby kissed her way down Vulnara’s stomach. The thick cock pulsed as Abby breathed on it, admiring its girth and the velvety texture of the rich brown skin. Unable to resist, Abby kissed the chocolate-tinted tip, where a drop of precum glistened.

“I’ll come back to your cock,” Abby said, licking her lips. Vulnara’s precum tasted amazing—a rich, earthy flavor that was very different from Meera’s fruity secretions. “But now, I’m going to teach you what it means to eat pussy.”

Slowly, Abby’s tongue glided down the shaft of Vulnara’s cock until she reached the plump outer lips of Vulnara’s pussy. Abby parted them gently, revealing pigmented, thin inner lips that framed a pink core glistening with Vulnara’s juices. Her own pussy quivered as Abby inhaled deeply, sampling the alien scent before she reached out with her tongue.

The first swipe down Vulnara’s slit made Abby shudder with longing. Vulnara’s pussy juices were as rich as her precum and more complex, with a blend of aromatic spices and almond-flavored overtones. Eagerly, Abby sucked down more of the delicious nectar. With each stroke of Abby’s tongue, Vulnara’s thighs trembled, and low moans issued from her throat.

“This is quite enjoyable,” Vulnara said, the musical sounds coming from her throat rising in pitch. “Please continue.”

Abby’s nose pressed against the base of Vulnara’s cock as she slurped at Vulnara’s flavorful pussy. By now, Vulnara’s juices were flowing so freely that they spilled across Abby’s lips and trickled down her chin. Abby flicked her tongue at Vulnara’s entrance and then probed deeper, making Vulnara cry out.

As Abby fucked Vulnara’s pussy with her tongue, Vulnara began to rock her hips, soon finding a steady rhythm. Abby sensed Vulnara’s need growing, and she reached for Vulnara’s throbbing cock.

“Yes!” Vulnara hissed. “I am ready.”

At first, Abby stroked Vulnara’s cock with slow, measured movements, while she tormented Vulnara’s dripping pussy with her tongue. When Vulnara’s breathing grew more erratic, Abby felt the thick cock pulse in her fist, and she sped up her strokes.

A keening wail erupted from Vulnara’s throat. Her thighs gripped Abby’s head, and her cock shot a thick stream of cum that arced high into the air to land with a loud splat across her heaving breasts. Abby pumped harder, and more cum spurted out. At the same time, Vulnara’s pussy quivered and a warm stream of her juices bathed Abby’s face. Abby drank as much as she could, savoring the taste.

When Vulnara’s body stopped shaking at last, Abby released her cock. She climbed beside Vulnara and licked the cum from her breasts. The sweet, spicy cream made Abby long to feel that cock spurting inside her pussy. Soon, she promised herself.

Vulnara pulled Abby down for a kiss. “You humans are certainly adept in giving pleasure,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “We have much to learn from you, and we may need to rethink our long-held belief about the primary purpose of sex. May I now try the same technique on you?”

“Of course.” Abby’s pussy muscles fluttered with anticipation. “I would love that.”

With a deep sigh, Abby settled back on the foam bed. The skin of her back immediately started to tingle, as if tiny electrical impulses were bathing her body in energy. Vulnara wasted no time, immediately spreading Abby’s thighs. She crooned with pleasure as she stared at Abby’s wet pussy.

Slowly, Vulnara lowered her head. She ran a finger down Abby’s slit, making Abby tremble. Abby watched as Vulnara brought her finger to her lips.

“It is an exquisite sensation,” Vulnara said, after she’d licked her finger clean. “I believe I will enjoy this procedure.”

Abby giggled, unable to help herself. “I think I’ll find it pretty enjoyable, too.”

Vulnara began to kiss the insides of Abby’s thighs. Slowly, she drew closer to Abby’s overheated pussy. At last, Vulnara’s warm tongue made contact with Abby’s swollen pussy lips, and Abby moaned.

After a few experimental licks, Vulnara’s tongue grew bolder. She paused briefly, only to tell Abby how good she tasted, and then continued with a relentless assault on Abby’s pussy that left Abby struggling to breathe.

“You’re very good at this,” Abby finally managed to say. “Just trust your instincts.”

Vulnara made no reply, but her tongue teased the soft flesh at Abby’s entrance and then moved lower, down to Abby’s tight asshole. When Vulnara’s tongue tickled Abby’s dry hole, Abby screamed with pleasure.

Immediately, Vulnara’s head popped up. “I am sorry. Have I displeased you?”

“Oh no,” Abby said. “Quite the opposite, actually. You’re doing everything right—please continue.”

Dutifully, Vulnara went back to work. After some time spent teasing Abby’s asshole and making her squirm with pleasure, Vulnara returned to Abby’s pussy. Soon, she was fucking Abby with her tongue, just as Abby had done to Vulnara earlier.

By now, Abby’s need had grown urgent. She hoped the GlobalTrans chip would get things right. “I need you to make me come…I mean, give me an orgasm. Stimulate my clit with your tongue. It’s the little bump at the top.”

Vulnara slid her hands beneath Abby’s ass, and her tongue moved higher. She swirled it around Abby’s swollen clit.

“Oh god, yes!” Abby shrieked. “Just like that.”

The first tremors began deep in Abby’s groin. Vulnara must have sensed the oncoming tidal wave, for she intensified her efforts, lashing Abby’s clit from side to side with her tongue. Then she sucked Abby’s clit and most of Abby’s pussy lips into her mouth.

“Oh fuck—I’m going to come,” Abby yelled, beyond caring what the translator would make of that. Her body shook and her orgasm exploded, her pussy clenching and releasing as Vulnara continued sucking on her tender flesh.

With shuddering gasps, Abby rode the wave until it crested, her ass lifted high above the bed. Then, as her orgasm began to wane, she fell back onto the comforting foam.

Long moments elapsed before Abby was able to speak. She looked up to see Vulnara standing above her and, with a thrill, she realized Vulnara’s cock was hard again.

“You were magnificent,” Abby said. “I can’t believe you haven’t done this before.”

Vulnara’s eyes gleamed. “Thank you. It was most educational.” She gestured to her cock. “You were quite right about it being equally pleasurable for me.”

“Come here,” Abby said, holding her hand out. She pulled Vulnara down and kissed her long and hard. Vulnara’s cock throbbed against Abby’s thigh, and Abby reached for the stiff shaft. She brought the tip to her pussy.

“Now you can fuck me.” Abby rubbed the head of Vulnara’s cock against her pussy, which was slick with the juices from her recent orgasm.

“With great pleasure.” Vulnara smiled and, with a single stroke, buried her cock deep within Abby’s waiting pussy.

Abby howled with pleasure. Vulnara remained motionless for a while, allowing Abby to enjoy the sensation of being filled while Vulnara kissed her breasts and sucked on her nipples.

“This is so good,”Abby whispered.

Vulnara started to move, easing out of Abby’s pussy and then thrusting deep again. When Vulnara had established a steady rhythm, Abby began to buck her hips, meeting Vulnara at the height of each stroke. Their bodies rocked faster, driving each of them toward their inexorable climax.

“This is just as enjoyable,” Vulnara said. Her silky hair fell across Abby’s face as she fucked Abby harder. “I really enjoy…fucking.”

“Likewise,” Abby gasped. She tightened her hold around Vulnara’s waist and then gripped her luscious ass.

“Yes!” Vulnara cried. “Abby, please use your fingers to stimulate me.”

Realization dawned on Abby. She parted Vulnara’s ass cheeks and then slipped two fingers into Vulnara’s pussy. Vulnara made a shrill sound and fucked Abby even harder, pounding her pussy and moaning with each thrust.

Abby’s vision started to grow dim as the pressure built in her groin. She forced herself to focus, fucking Vulnara with her fingers as hard as she could. The sloppy, wet sounds only made Abby want more.

“Harder,” Abby wailed. “Fuck me harder!”

Vulnara responded at once, slamming into Abby with such force that Abby slid higher up the bed. She managed to keep up the pace of her thrusts, pushing her fingers as deep into Vulnara’s pussy as she could.

Soon, Vulnara’s moans changed in tone, and Abby could feel Vulnara’s pussy spasming around her fingers. The sensation pushed Abby over the edge.

“I’m coming!” she screamed, just as the first wave of her orgasm tore through her body.

Once again, Vulnara made a high-pitched, keening sound. Her cock spurted thick, warm cum deep within Abby’s pussy, and her pussy muscles clamped down around Abby’s fingers.

Each jet of cum that spurted within Abby took her to a higher level of ecstasy. She surrendered to the incredible pleasure, letting go of her control, until her orgasm started to fade. When Vulnara’s body grew still, Abby slipped her fingers out of Vulnara’s steaming pussy.

As Vulnara watched, Abby sucked all of Vulnara’s juices from her fingers. Vulnara smiled and leaned closer for a soft, tender kiss.

“This has been a most satisfying experience,” Vulnara said. Her cock still lay buried within Abby’s pussy, and Abby made no move to expel it, enjoying the sensation as it slowly softened within her.

“I agree.” Abby stroked Vulnara’s hair.

“I wish we had more time together.” The flash of regret in Vulnara’s large eyes made Abby’s heart ache.

“So do I,” Abby whispered.

~

A jumble of thoughts whirled around in Tom’s mind as he followed Meera and Angana into the room. The unexplained attraction to Meera he’d felt on the ship had returned, and now he was faced with the prospect of sex with two futa aliens instead of one. For the first time in a while, Tom was unsure of himself. Eventually, he decided the safest thing to do would be to watch and wait.

As it turned out, it was the right decision. Meera and Angana were locked in a passionate embrace, almost as if Tom was invisible. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, and soon, they had stripped off their clothing. Tom sucked in a deep breath at the contrast between their two bodies, each beautiful in its own way. Angana’s breasts were as large and appetizing as Meera’s. When they embraced again, their breasts pressed together, and Tom’s cock started to stiffen. After feasting his eyes on their breasts and asses, he compelled himself to stare at their girl-cocks, which were sandwiched between their bodies.

They moved toward a large bed. As Angana pulled Meera down onto it, the two of them turned to Tom, acknowledging his presence at last.

“You are welcome to watch us, Tom,” Meera said. “Please join in whenever you are ready.”

“Um…thanks,” Tom replied.

“I am most curious about human genitalia, especially males,” Angana said, her head tilted to one side as she looked at Tom. “Perhaps you should remove your clothing.”

Without a word, Tom peeled off his uniform. Angana’s mouth opened, and she motioned to him to come closer. She traced along his cock—still at half-mast—with one finger and then cupped his balls.

“Most interesting.” She fondled them lovingly, and Tom suppressed a groan. “I did not realize that humans have external testes. Like Meera’s, ours are internal. Our sperm contains special thermostable proteins to boost viability.”

Slowly, Angana stroked Tom’s cock. Then, to Tom’s disappointment, Meera pulled Angana down again and kissed her.

“I am eager to experience sex with another of my kind,” Meera said. She sighed. “It has been some time.”

Angana kissed Meera’s breasts. Tom watched, fascinated, as Meera’s olive-green nipples stiffened. “I admire your decision to live among humans,” Angana said. “Abby mentioned that you have chosen a human female for a mate. You must tell me more about that experience. But, for now, I am happy to provide whatever stimulation you may desire.”

Tom stood frozen to the spot as Angana mounted Meera and reached for Meera’s cock. Angana pressed the bulbous head against her pussy and closed her eyes.

Meera shuddered as Angana began to stroke her own pussy with Meera’s cock. “This is…most…pleasurable,” Meera said, gasping.

With a blissful wail, Angana impaled her pussy on Meera’s cock. She rode Meera gently at first, until Meera begged her to go faster. Soon, both of them were moaning, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.

Tom’s cock twitched, and he looked down to see a drop of precum ooze from the tip and trickle down his shaft. To his surprise, he was finding the tableau displayed before his eyes intensely arousing. His initial doubts about whether there was something wrong with him for being turned on by women with cocks started to fade as the ache in his balls grew more intense.

As he watched, Meera grasped Angana’s cock and began to pump it vigorously. Angana leaned forward without slowing down and squeezed Meera’s breasts.

Casting aside the last of his inhibitions, Tom closed his fist around his cock. It was just too much, watching the beautiful, brown-skinned alien fucking another, equally stunning green alien. So what if they both had cocks? Tom envisioned several possibilities that involved him joining in the action, but he held off, still content just to watch for the moment.

As the action ramped up, Tom pumped his cock faster. Meera and Angana seemed oblivious to his presence. Their moans and sighs gradually changed to excited yelps interspersed with throaty groans. Then Meera turned her head to the side and opened her eyes. The yellow fire burning in them made Tom’s cock twitch with an answering desire.

“Tom? Can you come here and stimulate my…pussy…with your fingers?”

With a start, Tom realized Meera wanted him to finger-fuck her. He released his cock and stood at the foot of the bed. From his new vantage point, he had an excellent view of Meera’s green cock plunging in and out of Angana’s pussy. He longed to spread Angana’s ass cheeks and plunge his cock into her puckered asshole, which flared and contracted invitingly in the center of his field of vision. However, he wasn’t sure how Angana would react to the intrusion. Both their bodies were slick with sweat by now, and the juices from Angana’s pussy had formed a puddle on the foam bed.

His own need momentarily forgotten, Tom plunged two fingers into Meera’s slick pussy and was rewarded with a satisfied squeal. He timed his thrusts to match Angana’s rhythm. The pace accelerated further, and Meera’s legs began to tremble. Her pussy muscles tightened, trapping Tom’s fingers for a moment.

Then, with a loud wail, Meera came, bathing Tom’s fingers with her juices. From Angana’s reaction, Tom inferred that Meera’s cock had just erupted within Angana’s pussy. His fingers remained buried in Meera’s pussy, and Tom hoped fervently that his cock would be next.

Meera’s contractions started to fade, and Tom leaned sideways just as Angana’s body stiffened, to see Angana’s cock spew pearly cum all over Meera’s heaving breasts. The sight, coupled with the way Meera’s pussy was still squeezing his fingers, made Tom’s cock throb until it hurt.

After a long while, Angana climbed off Meera, and Tom stepped back. Angana’s cum still glistened on Meera’s skin, and Meera propped herself up on her elbows to examine the mess. Then, with a shy smile, Meera started scooping the cum off her skin with her fingers and swallowing it, until it was all gone. After she was done, she glanced at Tom’s stiff cock.

“I am sorry, Tom, but we have neglected you. During mating, it is traditional for futas to take turns impregnating each other. I look forward to receiving Angana’s cock now, but I am sure she would enjoy it if you penetrated her at the same time.”

Tom’s cheeks flushed for a moment. He couldn’t think of a suitable response, so he merely nodded.

He noticed that it didn’t take long—a minute or two of Meera and Angana kissing and caressing each other—for their cocks to harden again. Then Meera got down on her hands and knees. Angana knelt behind Meera and slapped her cock against Meera’s ass a few times, eliciting squeals of pleasure from Meera.

Tom positioned himself behind Angana and reached around to cup her breasts. She sighed and leaned back against him as he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples.

“Your touch evokes much pleasure,” Angana whispered. “And yet, it is different from Meera’s. I must admit that it is a bit confusing, but I am enjoying this experience. Please continue.”

Tom’s cock pressed against Angana’s ass. It pulsed with his need as he watched Angana guide her cock between Meera’s thighs and push it into Meera’s pussy. Once Angana was all the way inside Meera, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Meera’s waist.

Unable to hold back any more, Tom pressed the tip of his cock against Angana’s wet pussy. Her murmured words of encouragement heightened his arousal, and he slid in easily. At last, he thought, as warm, wet flesh enveloped his aching cock.

Soon, they were moving in perfect synchronization, Angana driving her cock in and out of Meera’s pussy while Tom fucked Angana. After several minutes of steady thrusting, Tom realized that something was missing. In their quest for pleasure, both he and Angana had forgotten about Meera’s cock.

Taking a deep breath, Tom reached around both futas. His fingers brushed against Meera’s cock, and he gulped. He was actually touching someone else’s cock!

Oddly enough, the sensation wasn’t that different from the many times he’d masturbated. Tom gripped the stiff rod and gave it a few tentative strokes.

Meera’s loud wail of pleasure prompted him to continue. Meanwhile, he fucked Angana even harder, and she matched his pace as she fucked Meera.

“I find this extremely gratifying,” Angana said. “I did not expect it to be so enjoyable.”

“I…am…enjoying…it…too,” Meera said, each word bursting from her mouth as Angana slammed into her over and over again.

Soon, Angana began to shudder. Tom gritted his teeth as his balls tightened. He did his best to delay his orgasm as Angana’s pussy squeezed his cock. He pumped Meera’s cock faster and soon she, too, started trembling.

Angana was the first to come. A howl erupted from her throat, and her pussy clamped down on Tom’s cock. Her juices bathed his shaft and dripped off his balls. Just as Angana’s contractions waned, Meera cried out. Her cock pulsed in Tom’s hand, and he sensed the jets of cum shooting up her shaft.

It was too much for Tom to take. With an anguished grunt, he buried his cock in Angana’s pussy up to his balls and shot his load, while Meera’s cum trickled down his hand, which was still gripping her cock.

The intensity of the experience overwhelmed Tom. His cock continued spurting long after Meera’s had stopped—it seemed as if his balls had an endless supply.

Finally, he let go of Meera’s cock as his own flow subsided.

It took some time for the three of them to disentangle themselves. The satisfied smiles on the two futas’ faces provoked an answering grin from Tom. He glanced at his hand, still sticky from Meera’s cum. Angana must have noticed, for she took his hand, raised it to her lips, and licked all of Meera’s cum from it.

“That was definitely something to remember,” Tom said, still grinning.

“I agree.” Angana released his hand. “I wonder if it would be possible for us to try a different permutation?”

With a chuckle, Tom helped Meera to sit up before turning to Angana again. “You might have to give me a few minutes. My cock doesn’t recover as quickly as yours.”

~

A few hours later, Abby waited in the meeting room with the Federated Council of Regents for the others to arrive. When they entered, Meera wore her usual impassive expression, but Abby stifled a snort at the change in Tom. He looked, quite unmistakably, like a man who’d had the sexual adventure of a lifetime.

The deliberations of the regents were brief, and Abby heaved a sigh of relief when they authenticated the formal documentation required to advance their membership in the Galactic Union.

“There is one request,” the Head Regent said, as Abby handed the pad back to her. “It is perhaps unusual, but I have promised that we would ask.”

“I’ll do whatever I can,” Abby replied, hoping that she wouldn’t have to request another revision to the documents.

“One of our members desires to return with you to your ship. An ambassador of goodwill, to strengthen the ties between our peoples.” She waved a hand, and Abby noticed Tom’s eyes widen as Angana stepped forward. “Is this permissible?”

For a moment, Abby hesitated. Then she saw Meera’s eyes light up, and she nodded. “I’ll have to discuss it with our captain, of course, as well as the authorities back on Earth, to obtain formal approval. Meanwhile, Angana is welcome to return with us on our shuttle. We can keep the Impossible in orbit until we hear back from the Galactic Union and SpaceXXX.”

“Thank you.” The Head Regent nodded to Angana, who took squeezed Meera’s hand, a radiant smile transforming her face.

Back on the shuttle, Abby pondered this turn of events. Once they had docked with the ship, she drew Meera aside.

“I’m sure you’re excited about the prospect of having another futa on board, Meera. Have you thought about how Evie might feel?”

Meera’s brow wrinkled for a split second. “I had not. I do not see why it would be a problem.”

Abby sighed. “There are still some things about humans that you may not understand.” She put an arm around Meera’s shoulder.

The approval from the Earth authorities was remarkably swift. Several hours later, Abby watched the shuttle depart for the planet, with Tom, Meera, and Angana on board. Angana had promised that the trip would be brief—just long enough for her to say her goodbyes and collect her personal belongings.

A hand fell on Abby’s shoulder, and she turned around to face Jonathan.

“Concerned about our new crew member?” He rubbed her back, loosening some of the tension in her muscles.

“I’m not sure. I just think this may change the dynamics between Meera and Evie.”

“From what I gathered of the away mission, I think Tom could have something to say about it, too.”

Abby sighed. “This is all too complex. I just hope it all works out.”

As they headed for the elevator, Jonathan held her hand. “We named this ship the Impossible for a reason, you know.”

Abby leaned against him. “Always the optimist. Now, kiss me.”

He grinned. “I can do more than that.” His lips crushed hers, and Abby flung her arms around his neck. The elevator doors shut with a soft hiss, and it began its ascent.

Jonathan broke the kiss. “How much time do we have?”

~

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