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Authors name: Daibhidh (daibhidh1@juno.com)
Story title : First Contact

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First Contact (MF, 1st, sci-fi, humor)
by Daibhidh (daibhidh1@juno.com)

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Inspired by, and dedicated with love to, my dear friend 
Annie 


I lay dozing in the pilot's couch, periodically performing 
a one-eyed visual scan of the control instruments. As usual 
all readings were in the green; which was good since the 
ship was flying on automatics. 

I'd lifted from the moon's deep space launch site 35 days 
ago on a 10-year resupply mission to New Earth, the fourth 
planet of Proxima Centauri. It was pretty much a trash-
hauling mission and, for all practical purposes, I was just 
along for the ride. Union regulations required a qualified 
pilot be aboard but the ship was perfectly capable of 
making the trip without any help from me. Of course, the 
main computer could fail I guess ... but that had never 
happened in the past 200 years.

I had signed on as a commercial cargo pilot shortly after 
being kicked out of the Space Defense Force following an 
unfortunate incident involving Annie, the Wing Commander's 
eighteen-year-old daughter. I told the court martial panel 
that I'd have to be crazy to do anything like that. They 
apparently agreed with that assessment and decided they 
didn't need any additional crazy pilots. 

It's a good job and I get to visit a lot of interesting new 
places but it's dead boring, not to mention lonely, between 
planet falls. I've always thought they should at least 
require a female co-pilot be added to the mandatory crew 
but haven't been able to sell that idea as yet.

Just as I drifted back into my reverie involving the 
Commander's lovely young daughter, a loud warning horn 
blasted throughout the ship. Panic stricken, I snapped bolt 
upright, my eyes wildly seeking the cause of this rude 
interruption. Adrenalin flooded my system as the 'fight or 
flight' syndrome kicked in but, of course' neither fight 
nor flight was a realistic option. I slowly regained some 
semblance of rational thought and realized that the 
Proximity Warning klaxon was sounding and its red warning 
light flashing. I could also feel the thrust of the Anti-
Collision jets taking evasive action to avoid collision. A 
large mass of something was nearby and rapidly moving 
closer! Peering out through the thick front and side ports 
I saw nothing except the unmoving star field against the 
absolute blackness of deep space. 

Well, something was damn well out there! These systems 
don't make mistakes like that; much less two systems 
simultaneously. Something was going to impact my ship! 
There was no time reach the escape capsule or even to don a 
space suit. It would be an exercise in futility anyway; I'd 
be long dead before any rescue ship could possibly reach 
me, even if anyone tried - which they wouldn't. 

Resigned to my fate, I waited for the hull to be breeched 
by an asteroid, a piece of space junk, or whatever it was 
that I had been lucky enough to have found in the vast 
emptiness of space ... and then I was going to die; quickly 
and quietly in the hard, cold vacuum that existed outside 
the hull. Well hell, if I'm going to die I might as well be 
comfortable I thought, as I resumed my previous prone 
position on the command couch awaiting the inevitable. 

Suddenly the anti-collision jets kicked off and the warning 
horn fell silent. The flight deck became so quiet I could 
hear the hydraulic servo motors making their normal minute 
corrections in the ships attitude.  Apparently the crisis 
had been averted. 

Just then I heard a soft thump, as something bumped gently 
against the outer hull. Well, at least it was a soft 
collision, I thought. After a few more moments of 
thunderous silence, I heard another sound from the outside 
hull. It sounded as though an air lock had mated itself to 
the main exit hatch. 
Thoroughly confused now, I peered out through the window of 
the entrance hatch and, instead of the normal blackness of 
deep space, I saw a well lit corridor leading to another 
ship! Now I was even more confused...what were the chances 
of another ship finding me in this vast emptiness between 
the stars, especially without contacting me by ship-to-ship 
radio before docking? This was getting weirder by the 
moment.

I moved to the communications console to make sure the 
system was turned on. As I finished a successful self-test 
on the comm gear, I heard a soft knock on the exit port 
hatch. What the hell was going on?  Who comes knocking on 
your front door when you're millions of miles from the 
nearest planet?

Peering out through the entrance hatch port, I saw a space-
suited figure peering back at me! Without thinking of the 
ramifications, I spun the dogging wheel, unlocking the 
hatch, then pushed the hatch outward. The suited figure 
caught the hatch door and pushed it out until it locked in 
the open position, then stepped into the cabin.

The face plate of the suit was so darkly tinted that I 
couldn't see the person inside. After checking some sort of 
gage fixed to the right arm of the space suit, the figure 
seemed satisfied and reached up to release the helmet seal.
As the helmet was removed, the head of a beautiful young 
female was revealed! Her short black hair gleamed in the 
bright flight-deck lights and her soft, sensuous lips 
curved up into a broad smile. Her dark cat-like eyes were 
slightly slanted giving her an exotic appearance.  
"Greetings Earthman, got room for a hitch-hiker in 
distress?" she asked in a soft, slightly husky voice.

Thank you God for providing in my hour of need, I thought 
rather irreverently. But what was this "Earthman" stuff all 
about?

Unsealing the body of her space suit without waiting for an 
answer, she quickly worked her way out of her suit and 
stowed it on a hook near the open hatch. Turning back to me 
I noticed she was wearing a uniform of some type consisting 
of a loose black and red tunic with black, form fitting 
trousers. Black leather-like ankle boots completed her 
uniform.  Pretty fancy for a space pilot I thought. I was 
clad in my usual in-flight uniform; white Jockey briefs 
with a frayed waistband.

"Where the hell did you come from," I asked in a bewildered 
tone.

"Zanc Romular," she replied curtly, as though that 
explained anything at all.
"Right!" I responded. "Is this some kind is a surprise 
inspection to test my emergency procedures?  Who are you 
... and what the hell is a Zanc Romular?"

"I do not understand your phrase 'Emergency Procedures', 
Zanc Romular is my home planet and my name is Anezenanix," 
she replied rather tersely.

"OK, This is going nowhere! You've got me completely 
confused now.  How about we sit down and you can tell me 
just what in hell is going on here," I said, guiding her to 
the empty right pilot's couch then eased myself into the 
command pilot's left couch.

"Look, I can't even come close to pronouncing your name so 
if you don't mind I'll just shorten it to Annie," I said, 
smiling at my own private joke. "My name is Dave, by the 
way. Now, let's start over. In simple words, tell me the 
whole story about how and why you came to be here."

She stared at me for a moment then, apparently deciding I 
could handle the truth, began her narrative.

"First of all Zanc Romular is a planet orbiting the star 
you know as Ursa Minor."

"That's ridiculous," I interrupted with a snort. "That's 
hundreds of light years from here and, at least to me, you 
don't look nearly old enough to have made THAT trip!" My 
god I thought, if she were telling the truth she'd have had 
to have traveled half way across the galaxy ...  that's 
impossible! She must be suffering from oxygen deprivation. 
Either that or she's been smoking something funny.

"Thousands of years ago, my people developed a hyperspace 
drive which makes the term 'light years' meaningless, at 
least in the context of space travel. With this drive we 
can jump across time instead of through it, you stupid 
creature ... and stop interrupting me if you want to hear 
the story," she snapped.

Properly chastised, I sat back with a rueful grin and said, 
"Sorry, please continue."

"Anyway, with the use of hyperspace drive, we have explored 
most of the star systems in this galaxy and, as far as we 
know, the planet you refer to as 'Earth' is the only other 
populated planet in our small backwater corner of the 
universe. We have been monitoring Earth for a few thousand 
years now," she explained. "My main drive unit failed a few 
sleep periods ago and I was trapped in normal space until I 
could fix it. I was running low on oxygen when I spotted 
your ship and decided, to hell with the rules, I was going 
to make first contact a little ahead of schedule."

"I apologize for my manners," I said contritely. "It's just 
that you scared the hell out of me ... and near-death 
experiences tend to make me grumpy!"

"Ok, you're excused for your less than enthusiastic 
welcome. I'm also sorry that my unannounced arrival 
frightened you but, as my comm unit is not compatible with 
your antiquated equipment, I really had no choice in the 
matter," she explained rather sarcastically.

"All right Annie, so we got off on the wrong foot, but 
we've both apologized so let's try to get to know each 
other better. If you are really from another star system, 
how is it you speak English so well," I asked tentatively, 
hoping she would loosen up a bit. I knew that we had both 
recently had been convinced that our deaths were imminent 
and were still edgy. What we needed now was to relax and 
get our heads screwed on straight again.

"Well, as I said, we have been monitoring your planet for a 
long time and, for the past hundred years or so, you have 
been radiating electromagnetic waves into space like mad. 
We have monitored everything, from political speeches to I 
Love Lucy. That gave us the opportunity to study your 
customs and languages. And, by the way, I also speak fluent 
French, German, Russian, Spanish and Mandarin Chinese."

"Ok, but if that's true, why haven't you contacted us 
before now," I asked.

"Up until now, you fools have been too busy trying to kill 
each other off with your petty little wars. First it was 
swords and spears, then gunpowder, and finally nuclear 
weapons! That's not a situation that encourages strangers 
to come knocking on your door," she responded with a wry 
grin. "Instead, we've spent our time learning your habits 
and value systems."

"That also makes sense I guess, at least from your point of 
view. Have you encountered anything you find confusing? 
Perhaps I could help clear some things up for you," I 
offered, trying to placate her.

"Well," she responded, "The one thing that doesn't make 
much sense is your method of procreation. Our people 
reproduce by laboratory cell cloning but, as I understand 
it, you do it by something you call 'sex' whereby the 
'male' places 'seeds' within the 'female' in some manner.  
The process is a little vague as your broadcasts never 
speak of or show the actual process, except in the most 
general manner," she explained.  "We, on the other hand, do 
not have Male or Female entities, only 'oneness'. Our 
procreation process produces perfect replicas of ourselves. 
It would seem to us that the process that you employ would 
produce unpredictable, and often undesirable, results. Why 
would an advanced civilization utilize such an unreliable 
process?" she asked.

"It has some other, more subtle, advantages," I said, lying 
back and grinning at the overhead panels. "Am I to 
understand that your people don't indulge in any 
pleasurable physical contact?"

She looked at me with a puzzled frown. "Pleasurable 
physical contact? 
... I don't understand. Are you referring to the 
procreation thing?"

"Sure, in the course of your studies, you must have picked 
up on our concept 'love'. There are many forms of love, but 
what I'm referring to now is the mutual attraction between 
adult males and females. Well, procreation is a subset of 
that type of love that involves what we call 'sex'. This is 
nature's way of insuring the survival of the species.  
However, sex is so enjoyable that often we humans indulge 
in sex with no thought of procreation, just for the sheer 
joy of it!"

"Very interesting," she mused. "I will have to ponder this 
concept. In the meantime, do you have anything I might find 
pleasurable to eat? I've been so busy trying to repair my 
ship, I completely forgot about food until now."

"I have no idea of what your people consider food but let's 
check the freezer unit and see if anything looks appealing 
to you," I replied, offering my hand to assist her to her 
feet. The flesh of her hand felt warm and silky to my touch 
and, as I looked at her beautiful face, I felt a stirring 
in my loins. 
Watch it, I thought. You don't even know if she has any sex 
organs; at least as you would recognize them. Also, since 
you're only wearing a pair of tatty undershorts, you've got 
no place to hide how glad you are to see her.

I pointed her toward the galley area and followed as she 
walked to the rear of the command deck. I couldn't help 
noticing how good her hard, tight butt looked in those form 
fitting uniform pants! She sure looked human, I mused as I 
watched her sensuously swaying ass. That's a good sign 
anyway.

Unaware of my lecherous thoughts, she asked, "Do you have 
steak? I've noticed that steak seems to be a very popular 
food on Earth and I'd love to try it."
"Yeah, I'm sure I have some steak in there somewhere. By 
the way, do you know that steak is the flesh of a domestic 
animal called a cow? Is it acceptable to your customs to 
eat dead flesh," I asked, forcing myself to abandon my 
inspection of her butt.

"Yes," she replied with a smile. "We also raise non-
sentient creatures for food but I don't know how they 
compare to the taste of 'cow'. I believe cow meat will be 
compatible with my needs however."

God I hope so, I thought. This was going so well, I'd hate 
to kill her with a T-Bone!

I checked the auto chef's menu and programmed two "Sirloin 
with Mushroom" meals, one rare and the other well done, 
then punched the Start button. "I'm going to have a cup of 
coffee while we wait. Would you like to try that also," I 
asked.

"Ummm...yes. As I am going to have to rely on your 
hospitality for at least a few sleep periods, I might as 
well experience as many of your customs as possible."

Hmmm, now that opens up some very interesting 
possibilities, I thought.
Handing her a cup of coffee, I watched her as she 
tentatively raised it to her lips and took a small sip. 
"Yuckkkk," she exclaimed! "It's bitter! How can you drink 
anything that tastes so bad?" 

"Just a minute," I said, taking her cup and adding two 
sugars and a little creamer. "Here, try it now. I think 
this should take the bitterness away," handing the cup back 
to her.

"Much better," she pronounced, after taking another small 
sip. "Very good, in fact."

A musical tone sounded, indicating the auto chef had 
finished it's magic. Removing the meals, I placed the two 
plates on the table. "Ummm, that smells good," Annie 
exclaimed, pulling the rare steak to her side of the table. 
After showing her how to use the knife and fork to cut the 
steak into edible sized pieces, we settled down to enjoy 
our meals. I watched her face closely to see if she 
approved the taste of dead cow.  Apparently she did because 
she polished off the rare 14 ounce sirloin and pushed 
herself back from the table with a satisfied smile on her 
face before I had even made a dent in mine.

I punched up two pieces of apple pie with ice cream for 
dessert, which she devoured with great gusto; both of them! 
Jezzzz I thought. She must be just a growing girl! Oh well, 
I'm not that fond of apple pie anyway!

After I cleared away the remains of the meal, stuffing the 
whole lot into the recycler, Annie yawned and stretched, 
emitting a loud and most unladylike belch. Looking very 
satisfied with herself, she announced that it was now the 
start of her normal sleep period. 

"Where is your sleeping area," she asked innocently.

"That may be a slight problem," I responded. "You see, this 
is a cargo craft and the crew quarters are rather cramped. 
I'm afraid if you want to sleep here we'll have to share 
the sleeping couch. It's alright with me, if you don't have 
a problem with it."

"No, why would I have a problem with that. After all, you 
probably saved my life and we'll be asleep anyway. I'm used 
to making do with whatever's available," she replied with a 
quizzical look.

"Right, what's the problem?!" I replied, grinning at her, 
feeling like the cat that just caught the Royal sparrow!

I showed her to the sleeping cubicle, then returned the 
command deck to perform and log the end-of-watch 
inspection. After checking that all systems were in the 
green and that we were still on course and on time, I 
stepped into the 'freshener and let it's ultrasonic waves 
clean my body. After the terrify ordeal of an imminent 
space wreck, I was smelling a little gamy. Stark terror 
does that to a person.

Returning to the sleep cube, I found Annie wrapped in my 
only light blanket, curled up asleep with her back toward 
me. As I lifted the edge of the blanket to slip into bed, I 
was confronted with the sight of Annie's cute naked butt 
staring back at me. Wicked thoughts flashed through my mind 
as I slid quietly under the blanket.

Well, actually, these thoughts had been with me ever since 
she'd removed her spacesuit helmet and I'd seen that my 
mystery visitor was a beautiful young woman - the sight of 
her bare butt just brought them raging back to the 
forefront!

Without coming fully awake, Annie murmured something in a 
language I didn't understand and cuddled back against my 
body. Since the bed wasn't designed for two people, the 
only way I could get comfortable was to put my arm across 
her body. As I did so, my hand fell upon her breast! Well, 
lucky me! She mumbled something else and I lay very still 
so that I wouldn't wake her.

After a moment, I realized that not only was my hand 
resting on her breast but that my fingers were resting on a 
pert little nipple. Slowly I moved my fingers, softly 
stroking her nipple, feeling it expand and harden. Just as 
I prepared to explore further, Annie whispered softly, 
"What are you doing?"

I froze like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding 
Land Rover.  What the hell had I been thinking of? Well, of 
course I knew what I had been thinking of but why did I 
take such a foolish chance?

"I have no idea what you were just doing Dave, but for some 
strange reason that I don't understand, it felt sooo good; 
please don't stop," she continued.

"I didn't realize you were awake, Annie," I said in an 
attempt at damage control. "I only was saying good night to 
you ... it's an old earthling custom!"

"I don't remember any reference to such a custom in our 
databases," Annie whispered, " but I think it's rather 
nice! It made my nipple all hot and tingly ... and I got a 
really strange feeling in my stomach.  I've never 
experienced a feeling like that before. Whatever you were 
doing, please continue."

"That's a pretty normal reaction Annie, at least for female 
earthlings," I whispered, my hand resuming its exploration 
her firm, silky breast. I realized I was having  some 
pretty normal earthling reactions myself, as her sweet 
little butt pushed back against my groin! Nuzzling her 
neck, I kissed her ear, causing her to  shudder violently. 

"Ahhhh ... What was that???" Annie exclaimed, now wide 
awake.  

"That was just a little kiss. You've never been kissed 
before?" I asked in amazement.

"No, of course not. We have noted several references to 
that custom during our electronic surveillance, but I was 
under the impression kissing involved the mutual pressing 
of lips," she replied. 

"That's the most common type of kiss but there are a lot 
more places where kisses can be very pleasant. Would you 
like to experience a lip kiss?" I whispered in her ear.

Annie nodded her head. "Yes, I think that would be very 
informative," she said, rolling over onto her back.

Gathering her into my arms, my hand sought her other breast 
as my lips closed over hers. Applying a little suction, I 
let my tongue gently trace the outlines of hers while I 
moved the palm of my hand slowly back and forth across her 
nipple. I could feel her body squirm in response to my 
passionate ministrations. She slid an arm around my neck 
and pulled me firmly against her.

"Wheeyooo," she exclaimed, as we came up for air. "You 
earthlings have some very interesting customs! Can we do 
that again?"

"Sure," I replied with a happy grin. "This time, try 
opening your lips a little and touching my tongue with 
yours, ok?"

"Ok," she smiled. "Is this 'sex'?"

"Not quite," I chuckled, "But I'm working on it."

As we moved into our second kiss, I felt her lips relax and 
her tongue brush tentatively against mine. As my hand 
continued massaging her breast, her tongue became bolder 
until it was well within my mouth, exploring excitedly.

Well now, this was moving along nicely, I thought. Deciding 
to explore further, I removed my hand from her breast and 
slid it slowly down her ribcage toward her tummy. However, 
it didn't move more than a couple of inches when it 
encountered an obstruction! Using my best Braille 
techniques, I soon determined that the obstruction was 
topped by a hot, throbbing little nipple! 

Breaking our kiss, I sat bolt upright and flung the blanket 
off our bodies. There, just below her breasts was a second 
set of breasts. These were smaller than the upper ones but 
perfectly formed, complete with tiny, fully erect nipples. 
I stared at them in utter amazement.

"Why do you have four breasts?" I gasped, completely 
confused.

"I have no idea," Annie said. "I didn't know why I had 
breasts at all until a few moments ago. They always just 
seemed to get in the way ..  and all Romulans have them. 
Now I believe them to be dormant pleasure sensors."

I leaned down and gently sucked one of tiny nipples into my 
mouth, flicking it lightly with my tongue. "Ooooo" she 
cooed, pressing her chest tightly against my mouth. "Those 
are even more sensitive than the other ones!"

After a few moments of sucking her nipples, alternating 
until I had ministered to all four of them, I reluctantly 
sat up and kissed her lips once again while letting my hand 
drift slowly southward over her stomach to the junction of 
her thighs. She relaxed her legs slightly, allowing my hand 
to slip between them.
No surprises here. She definitely possessed a vulva .. not 
quite the same as I expected but a vulva nevertheless. Its 
lips were not as long nor as pronounced as a you might 
expect on a human and she had no pubic hair.  In fact, as 
nearly as I could tell, she had no body hair at all; her 
skin as soft and smooth as a newborn babe's! 

I eased a finger between her nether lips and discovered a 
warm, damp haven. Further exploration revealed that she did 
indeed have a small orifice corresponding to a vagina but, 
as I moved my finger forward, I found no indication of a 
clitoris. However, I noticed that she was quickly becoming 
very wet with lubrication.

Moving back to her 'vagina' I gently probed the opening 
with my finger.  As it slid slightly into her, I felt 
series of small round protrusions ringing the opening. As 
my finger slid past them, she moaned loudly and jerked her 
hips sharply forward, her tongue driving deeply into my 
mouth. I had discovered the new and improved model of the 
common clitoris! The possibilities boggled my mind!

We were both breathing heavily as I eased her back down 
onto the bed. 

My arm was still around her shoulders, hugging her tightly 
to my body.  Suddenly she exclaimed, "What is that!" 
Following her eyes I saw she was staring intently at my 
crotch. My neglected penis was protruding from waistband of 
my shorts; hard as a rock, its head a bright purple.

"That's a male penis. I guess you've never seen one before, 
have you?"

"No," she replied, sitting up and bending forward to 
inspect it more closely. "Is this your seed insertion 
device?"

"Well, I suppose it is, although I've never thought of it 
in quite that way," I chuckled.

"Can I touch it?" she asked shyly.

"Sure," I replied, "Just be gentle, it's rather sensitive," 
I said as I quickly slipped out of my undershorts and flung 
them across the room.

Annie reached out and ran her soft fingers over its 
straining head then wrapped her hand around its shaft, 
squeezing it slightly as it jerked in her grasp.

"Oh, that's nice! It's so hard, but, at the same time, so 
soft and smooth," she observed. "But it's so big! Will that 
fit inside a female?"

"It has before ...many times," I laughed. Actually it 
wasn't all that big as those things go, but since it was 
the only one she'd ever seen, who was I to disabuse her 
opinion?

Releasing my penis, she lay back into my arms and cuddled 
against my chest. "Have we had 'sex' yet," she asked.

"Not yet," I said. "Would you really like to try it?"

She was silent for a moment, then said, "I think I would. 
Are you willing to teach me?"

"Well, I wouldn't do it for just anyone .. but I sort of 
like you, so sure, why not," I told her solemnly.

"Now?" she asked eagerly.

"Ok, I suppose now is as good as any time," I grinned.

"What should I do?" Annie asked nervously.

I rolled her onto me until she was laying on my chest, her 
legs outside mine. 
"Now, push yourself up by your arms and very slowly slide 
your body down mine until I tell you to stop," I 
instructed.

She did as I instructed and when I felt her crotch touch 
the head of my engorged penis I indicated that she should 
stop moving. Reaching down between our bodies, I grasped my 
penis and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina, 
lodging its head firmly in its small hot mouth.

"Now ease yourself back against me very, very slowly. If it 
feels painful, just stop and rest until your body adjusts 
to it," I told her.

I felt her press her body down onto my penis, her eyes shut 
tightly and her face squinched up in concentration. There 
was a slight hesitation, then the head popped through. 
"Oooo!" she said as her eyes popped open.

She continued to press down upon me and her body slowly 
swallowed my penis, her eyes opening wider with each 
passing inch. God, she was so hot and tight I wasn't sure I 
how long could hold off. When she had finally accepted all 
I had to offer, she grinned broadly and asked, "Are we 
having 'sex' now?"

"Yeah sweetheart, we're having sex now, at least one 
version of it. How do you like I so far?" I said with a 
smile.     
               
"It feels great, I never knew anything could feel this 
good! What do I do now?" she asked, her eyes shining with 
excitement.

"You're in control now. Do whatever makes you feel good. 
Try moving slowly up and down a few inches so that it 
slides in and out of you." As she complied with my 
suggestion, her eyes closed again and a look of happy 
concentration spread across her face. 

After a moment or two of this I said, "Ok, now try moving 
your hips around in little circles." Remembering the 
placement of her multiple clitoruses (or should that be 
'clitori'?) I was sure that would really feel good to her.
As Annie slowly started rotating her hips, her eyes popped 
wide open in pleased astonishment. The up and down 
movements slowed as her hips rotated faster and faster. 
Suddenly her look of pleasure changed to one of panic. 
"Something's wrong, Dave! I feel like I'm going to 
explode!!!"

"That's normal, honey. Don't worry, you aren't going to 
explode. What you're feeling is just the onset of what is 
called a climax; it's the most wonderful feeling in the 
world. Don't stop now, just let your body take control and 
enjoy it," I reassured her.

"Ok," she mumbled through clenched teeth as her hips 
gyrated  faster and faster. Suddenly, she threw her head 
back as she screamed "Oh Krili...Oh Krili...Oh Krili!!!!" 
(I assumed Kril to be a major Romulan deity of some sort) 
With a final bounce  she collapsed upon my chest, hugging 
me tightly, her lungs gasping for air.

When her breathing returned to normal she murmured into my 
chest hair, "Krili, that was the greatest feeling in the 
universe! Can we do it again? Pleaseeee!"

"Of course, Annie," I chuckled, hugging her tightly as I 
rolled our still joined bodies over until I lay atop her.

Raising myself slightly until I was able to gaze into her 
eyes, I began stroking myself slowly into her. "Do it 
faster and harder!" she demanded.

"Ok," I replied, moving up on my knees and placing her legs 
on my shoulders. Grasping the top of her hips with both 
hands, I pulled them toward me while at the same time 
snapping mine forward.

"Oh, yessss," she cried as my trusts increased in speed and 
force. I wanted to give her another climax but wasn't sure 
I could hold off long enough. Soon she picked up the rhythm 
and began matching me thrust for thrust.

As our tempo gradually increased I tried to hold back, but 
the clasp of her hot wetness was driving me quickly to the 
top. Suddenly, as I felt the muscles of her vagina spasm 
violently, I drove myself deep into that lovely warmth and 
exploded.

We rolled apart and lay there breathing heavily; my arm 
still around her shoulders hugging her closely against my 
body. "Ahhh, that was even better than the first one," she 
grinned. "Can we do it again?" 

Lord, what kind of a monster had I created??? 

"Sorry, honey. I have to recover for a few hours before we 
do it again.  Males are limited that way. Let's get some 
sleep now. It a long way to New Earth and we'll have plenty 
of time to enjoy each other. Don't worry, I've got a lot 
more tricks to teach you!" I murmured as I felt myself 
drifting into sleep.


After what seemed like a just few moments (it was actually 
closer to four hours) the alarm klaxon again blared 
throughout the ship. I went from prone to vertical in 
something under ten nanoseconds, banging my shins on the 
night stand in the process!

Looking about wildly, the source of the ungodly noise 
finally burned through my muzzy brain. Racing to the 
bridge, I slapped a switch, silencing the horn. I could 
once again feel the anti-collision thrusters firing, 
frantically attempting to avoid a collision.

As I started checking the ship's life support systems, I 
noticed Annie had joined me; in full uniform and not a hair 
out of place. "What is the problem?" she asked calmly.

"Dammed if I know, but it's exactly what happened when you 
docked your ship with mine," I snapped at her.

"Just a minute," she said calmly, turning to her stowed 
spacesuit. "I think I know what it is."

Removing a small comm unit from the suit, she pushed a few 
buttons and spoke into mouthpiece in that strange language 
I didn't understand.  After what seemed to be a short 
conversation, she snapped the unit closed and replaced it 
in her suit.

"Don't worry Dave, it's only my rescue ship. If you would 
turn off the anti-collision system, it will make their 
docking much simpler."
"Rescue Ship! What Damned Rescue Ship?" I demanded.

"The one I called when I was dead in the water and running 
out of oxygen ... just before I picked your ship up on my 
sensors," she replied as if I wasn't quite bright. "Didn't 
I tell you about that?" she added with a girlish giggle.

Before I could respond, there was a loud banging on the 
main entrance hatch. "Oh, here they are now," Annie said, 
undogging the hatch and swinging it open. 
Four Annie-clones entered the ship. No spacesuits this 
time; apparently Annie had communicated to them that our 
ship's atmosphere was compatible with their needs. All four 
of them wore uniforms identical to Annie's.

Annie introduced me to our visitors, none of whose names I 
could pronounce, then chatted with them in their strange 
language. At one point, they all looked at me slyly and 
giggled. Well, they're a rude lot, I thought. Shortly after 
that, Annie sidled over to me and whispered "You are out of 
uniform, Captain!"  With that, she surreptitiously handed 
me my tattered jockey shorts.

"Oh god, I forgot in all the excitement . excuse me for a 
moment," I whispered, then beat a hasty retreat to the back 
of the ship.
In my sleeping cube, I took one sniff of my sex-stained 
shorts, decided they were no longer suitable for formal 
occasions and dropped them into the recycler. Then I 
rummaged around looking for something more appropriate for 
meeting foreign visitors.

I emerged into the galley, resplendent in new white boxer 
shorts with little red hearts outlining the fly. There I 
found all five of the women gathered around the table 
eating rare sirloin steaks with mushroom sauce. "We haven't 
had a chance to get to the apple pie yet," Annie grinned.

"Well, don't eat up all my food, I still have a long lonely 
trip to New Earth," I grumbled.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Annie explained, "You're 
going back with us! I've told the girls all about my 
adventures and they all want you to teach them about this 
'sex' thing that you're such an expert at ... as well as 
those other 'tricks' you hinted at! And besides, you 
already told me this ship could make the trip to New Earth 
and back with no help from you! I'm just going to take you 
where you're more needed."

The girls all looked at me, grinning expectantly. 

Oh, what the hell, I thought. According to my ex-wives, I 
had never been very monogamous anyway.


                    The End
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