Sunday, August 01, 2004

Interracial Teen Porn Sex story

WARNING: This story is an act of fiction that contains graphic sexual
descriptions and language. If you are a minor (under 21) or if you are
offended by this kind of material then you should stop reading now.
Any resemblance between this story and a real event is coincidental.
The participants are imaginary; their actions have no negative
consequences other than those portrayed in the story. The story is
intended for entertainment and should not be emulated in the real
world.

THE DAY LEONARD R. FISKE BECAME A MOMMY! by Arthur Kay

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this story because there are men who walk among
us, strange men, who are very sick people and operate on a level you
or I will never comprehend. At least not in the foreseeable future.

They live in their own world while they occupy space in ours. But to
know the enemy, as it has been so oft said, is possibly the way to
find a solution, if one can ever be found, that is.

The man, who kidnapped Elizabeth Smart and held her captive for 9
months, had molded her. Molded her to fuck him. Molded her to suck his
cock. Molded her to do his bidding. And he succeeded to such a degree
that, when a cop stopped her on the street, she refused to give the
cop her real name. Well, that intrigued me.

Call it brainwashing. Call it stupidity. No matter. Elizabeth Smart
was his! At least she was until he was arrested. But what if he had
never been arrested? Or not for years and years, at least? Well, I'll
tell you, if you don't already know, she would have taken,
swallowed, and sucked up gallons of his cum. And did everything this
madman asked of her.

He would have been in her pussy. In her mouth. In her ass. Isn't that
sick? Damned right, but there are men, men who don't care what we
think about it. All they care about is satisfying their own sexual
needs.

Whether we like it or not, these men will do their darndest to
prevail, and we, as smart as we are, as adamant as we can be, as
educated as we present ourselves to the world, and as many of these
sick bastards that we can catch, one or more will get away with it.
Like Leonard R. Fiske. A sick mother if ever there was one. But a sick
man with a simple plan . . .



LEONARD R. FISKE, deep down, knew he was a loser, a loner, and an
outsider as far as society went, and he didn't give a shit, a rat's
ass, a fig, or any thing else you can come up with. He just didn't
care. Didn't care what society thought of one Mr. Leonard R. Fiske,
because, at aged 45, and totally whipped by life, he had a plan. The
Fiske plan to change it all.

A plan that he felt would change his life, his future, and his reason
for being alive. A plan. His plan. He'd show them all. With the help
of his plan.

All it took, this plan of his, was to find the right female, a female
so young, so untouched by life, so extremely moldable, he could make
her his. And train her to do anything he wanted her to do. His very
own sex slave.

His sex slave! The very idea drove him, impelled him onward. His! God,
how good that idea was to him. His! And, by God, he felt that if
anyone could make her his, he could. All it took was a woman, a very
young woman. A woman he would have to capture. To kidnap.

Without worrying about whether or not she was part of the scene.
Without caring about her feelings. Shit, he thought as he laid the
next concrete brick for the foundation he was now building for the
soundproof room he was constructing, once she is in here, she's mine!
Mine! All mine! Fuck you world, me, Lenny Fiske, is now in charge! You
hearing me?

All it took, after the soundproofed bunker was finally built, was the
female. Of any age under five.

Leonard Fiske knew, deep down, she would never really be his, but he
also knew that if he trained the cunt, she would be, for all intents
and purposes, his slave. Or she'd die. And he had already dug her
grave. Three foot wide by three foot deep. Just big enough for a young
girl of a young age.

Leonard wasn't always this way, this crazy, this so antisocial. Oh,
no. All who knew him, once considered him normal As normal as you or
I, so to speak. But life came along and fucked him up, fucked with his
mind and ate up him and spit him out. And he didn't like that one bit.
He loved life, loved people, but life and people didn't return that
love.

Normal people, it seemed, always felt uneasy in his company. Leonard,
to most people, was an odd ball, or as his neighbor once said, to
quote him, a motherfucking lunatic. Leonard failed to laugh when
someone told a joke and everyone else laughed at the proper moment.
Then he'd laugh when no one else laughed. At the most improper moment.
It was as if he was out of step all the time. Which he was. But he
couldn't help himself. He had to be himself, and to be otherwise, he
felt, just wouldn't be him.

So, one day, with nothing in his mind of a criminal nature, but
hurting very deeply inside from the way life, and most people, had
treated him thus far, and in mental pain, he made his plan. The
Leonard Fiske makeover plan. A plan to kidnap a female and train her
to do his bidding. A Leonard Fiske sex slave female. She would fuck
him. Suck his cock. Take it in her ass, even. But he had a problem. A
big problem. A control problem.

For Leonard R. Fiske, as lonely, as antisocial, and as lunatical as he
was, knew he could never hurt a woman. And he knew the woman would
know this fact. And not be afraid of him. Not really. In spite of his
threats to her of death. He knew, deep down in his soul, that she
would know. And she would win, not he. Unless . . .

Such was the problem in the brain workings of the loner Leonard R.
Fiske. But a problem such as this, in the mind of such as his, can
always be solved. All it takes is a plan. And Leonard already had
that. All he had to do, in reality, was to modify it. Lower his
expectations, as it were, change his original ideas about it all, and
just do it. Just do it. And, with that in mind, he did just that.

On a Tuesday, on the rim of a park where mothers went with their
children, Leonard R. Fiske snatched a young baby girl. A female baby.
A toddler.

He had watched the four young mothers for two days. On both days, an
opportunity never presented itself. The mothers left the park, passing
less than ten feet from where he was totally concealed behind a thick
group of bushes, in pairs or all at once. While this frustrated
Leonard initially, he knew he'd get lucky. All it took was time. And
he had plenty of that.

On the third day, he got lucky. Twice. But the first mother to leave
the herd, so to speak, and pass right by him, had a boy in tow. Which
made her lucky, though she never knew it.

Then, expecting the other three to leave together, he got a surprise
and got lucky again. One of the mothers, a very beautiful woman at
that, said goodbye to the other two and started in Leonard's
direction, a blond, blue eyed little girl clutching her momma's hand.
They looked happy together.

As she approached his concealed position, Leonard was so surprised by
the opportunity he found he couldn't breathe. The thought that this
was it, the actual moment, the time to do it, flabbergasted him. He
had to force his mind to remember how to breathe. In. Out. They're
getting closer. In. Out. Now! Do it Lenny, he told himself. And he
did.

He waited until the young mom had reached the curve in the path. He
knew the other two women would be unable to see the event from their
position. When the mother was ten feet into the curve, Leonard struck.

It had been easy, so easy. Coming up behind her, all he did was crack
her on the head, with a heavy blackjack. Just the once. That's all it
took to make her fall to the pavement, unconscious. Still holding her
little girl's hand. The girl looked very startled and had opened her
mouth to say or scream something. But Lenny was too quick for her.

With one hand firmly over her mouth, he scooped her up and raced to
where he had parked his car. As he crossed the nearly fortyfoot
distance, he looked all around. He saw no one, thus he knew no one had
seen him.

The little girl struggled, but he didn't care, as she was no match for
him. At the car, his hand still over her mouth, he opened the rear
door and deposited her on the seat. The smell of chloroform hit his
nostrils. It was still very wet as it clung to the handkerchief he had
left on the rear seat. As he knew it would be. She was out in less
than ten seconds.

Less than thirty minutes later, his prisoner was lying peacefully on
the twin bed he had placed in the soundproofed room. He stood by the
edge of the bed and looked down at her. He marveled at how easy it had
all been. She was now here, this lovely little girl, in the flesh, and
she was all his. His!

To do anything and everything with, and now, thinking of all the wild
and unbelievable sexual possibilities, Leonard Fiske felt his cock
springing to life and forming the familiar tent in his running pants.
He rubbed it absentmindedly and thought, when you wake up, little
girl, your new friend Lenny is gonna teach you some new tricks. He
rubbed his tent again. Oh, yes, little lady, he said to himself, your
training is gonna be great fun.

But he knew he'd have to wait. She'd be out of it for at least another
hour or more. Which gave him enough time to make and warm up a baby
bottle full of formula. He had no idea if she was still on the bottle
or was breastfed, or what. He didn't care either way; she'd eat the
formula or die of starvation.

And, if she were on solid food, he'd find that out soon enough. He had
all the time in the world to learn that kind of mundane crap. What
really mattered uppermost to Lenny was getting her to like the new
food he had in mind. His sperm.

He smiled down at her and thought, Oh, yes, my little darling, your
diet is sure gonna change! And old Lenny, your new buddy, is gonna
train you to just love it, every babymaking drop! He rubbed himself
once more before heading toward the door.

At the door, he gave the sleeping toddler one long glance. She looked
absolutely peaceful to him. So innocent. So girlish. So all his! Sleep
my girl, he thought, while I go and rustle up your grub.

As he mixed the formula, he thought about the little blond, blueeyed
girl now sleeping in his soundproofed little room. He realized that he
knew almost zip about her.

A female, for sure. A toddler, too. Age? 48 or so months? Name?
Leonard didn't know or care, but, in reality, her name was Martha Ann
Styffe. And, also in reality, Martha Ann Styffe didn't know her own
name beyond Martha, or very much else for that matter, and, like
Leonard, she didn't care, either.

In fact, and in all truth, Martha Ann Styffe didn't know she had even
been kidnapped. All she knew was nothing much. Which, as wicked as it
may sound, as sick as it may be or is, fit in perfectly with Leonard's
very nasty plan.

He now had a female, who was now all his. And, to have something to
call her by, he named her Eve. It was short and sweet and very easy to
remember. And, if she didn't like the name, well, tough girly.



AS HE ENTERED THE ROOM, the warm bottle of formula in hand, he heard:
"Where's my mommy? I want my mommy!" He stared at her.

Christ, he thought, she can talk! Why this fact surprised him, he
didn't know, but he had expected more of the goo goo ga ga from her.
But this was okay with Lenny. It added a nice dimension to it all. And
it could only make her training that much easier. She might even
already know words such as suck and lick. He grinned at her.

"Your mommy's gone, Eve. She's dead and never coming back. I'm your
new mommy. My name is Lenny." He smiled warmly at her. She looked
confused and uncertain as to what was taking place.

"If my mommy's dead, you did it! I saw you hit her!" She started to
cry. She looked at him through tearfilled eyes and blubbered, "And my
name's Martha, not Eve!" Lenny now had some fast 'splaining to do.

"You're too young to understand, but I didn't kill your mommy. It was
her time to die. All I did was my job, which is to help people along
the path to heaven. Your mommy's now in heaven." She was looking right
at him.

"And, following all the rules, as we all must do, it's also my job to
be your new mommy. And rename you. It wouldn't make much sense now, to
keep your old name with your new mommy, now would it?" He smiled at
her again. A warm smile.

She looked completely confused. Lost. Trying to comprehend his words,
but coming up empty. What he said made some sense to her, but at the
same time it meant no more of the mommy she had known all her short
life.

Don't rush her, Lenny, he said to himself. There's plenty of time.
Work on her, work on her mind. Slowly, piece by piece, a little at a
time. He crossed the room and offered her the baby bottle. To his
surprise and happiness, she took it and immediately placed the nipple
into her mouth. And drank.

"Good girl, Eve, good girl!" He gently patted his new daughter's blond
head. "And you'll see, we're gonna have lots of fun, you and me." He
felt a shiver go through him. "Lots of fun. It's my job as your new
mommy to teach you all about new things. Lots of new things." He
rubbed his tent.

"Why, before you know it, Eve, you're gonna love your new mommy. Even
more, maybe, than your old one." He patted her little head again.

She looked up at him, her eyes bright. And trusting. My God, he
thought, it's going much easier than I expected . . .



LENNY HADN'T RUSHED HER, oh, no. He had proceeded very slowly in his
bonding attempts. One such attempt was getting her to accept her new
name. He made her repeat it many times during the next two weeks,
getting her used to it.

"What's my little girl's new name, darling?" He had said many times.

"Eve!" she cried out. "Eve!" She liked the name. The one syllable
name.

"Good girl!" he had said every time, reinforcing the child and mommy
bond. The bond that was growing daily, even during the mommygives
hislittlegirlabath stage. Which Lenny made sure happened five or
six times a day. If nothing else, little Eve was one very clean little
girl.

Her first bath had occurred on her first day of captivity, soon after
she had had her fill of the formula and had even wolfed down a bowl of
Cheerios.

He ran a nice warm bath for her, keeping the stopper at an angle to
ensure the water level stayed at around six inches deep. Fully
clothed, he had bathed her. Getting her body, and her mind, used to
his big fortyfive year old hands.

While 'go slowly, Lenny,' was foremost in his mind, he had allowed
himself the luxury of speeding things up a tad. By washing her anus
and pussy over and over. He would work on her legs, or some other part
of her, and then hit the anus and pussy again. Washing and rinsing.
Over and over, getting her used to the idea of having his hands all
over her private parts.

All the while talking gently to her, building the child and mommy bond
and driving himself fairly crazy in the doing. Oh, how he wanted to
feel that moist little mouth of hers on his cock! And his cock in her
warm little untouched pussy. But he knew he had to go slowly and not
lay too much new stuff on her all at once.

But his cock just had to have a release. It was way too much for him
to go through, this sweet young body under his hot hands. Way too
much. So, he made another concession to speed. He stripped himself
naked and joined her in the tub. He was amazed she hadn't panic or
showed any fear. She just accepted it as a natural mommy thing to do.
Even a mommy with an 8" erection, that was now pointing right at her.

"Now, Eve," he said, holding his cock with one hand and pointing to it
with the other, "This is your new mommy's magic stick." He rotated the
cock head a few times, making small circles. "It's like a new toy for
you to play with. And it will also be feeding you its magical juice
some time real soon. Here, Eve, reach out and play with your new magic
stick toy." He pushed it toward her slightly.

She looked up at him and, without a word said, reached out and put her
little hand around the shaft of the new magic stick. The jolt of
electricity that shot through him was just too much. His cock head
immediately released a blob of precum that was so big, so copious,
some of it dripped down into the bath water.

Eve looked down at the water and saw it there, floating on the
surface, white and shiny looking. She reached down with her free hand
and scooped the blob up, staring at it.

"Is this the magic stick's magical food, mommy?" She looked right at
him, his cum floating in the middle of the puddle in her palm.

"Yes, Eve, go ahead, taste it. Use your tongue." Oh, was he hot! On
fire! It was going splendidly well. Just splendidly. He watched as she
brought her hand up to her mouth and lapped at his cum ball. She made
a slight frowny face.

"It's salty, mommy!"

"It has to be, dear, that's what gives it its magic. The magic to turn
you into a beautiful woman when you're all grown up. You do want to be
beautiful later, don't you, Eve?" She looked at him and nodded.

"Good!" he said. "Now, Eve, I'm gonna shake the magic stick some and
see if it will give us some more magical food. OK?" She nodded again,
a look of utter fascination on her face.

Leonard R. Fiske then proceeded to masturbate, right there in the tub,
his feet in six inches of warm water, in a slow and purposeful manner.
He knew he could probably get her, right then there, to put her little
mouth on his cock, but he didn't want to take the chance that it would
be too much too soon. Thus, he wanked away and contented himself with
the sure knowledge that he was getting her used to his magic stick.
And its magical sperm food.

As he felt the familiar nearness of cumming coming on, he cooed at
her, "Now, Eve, hold out your sweet little hand and we'll see if the
magic stick will spit out its yummy magical food. OK?" She held out
both hands, palms up, offering him a choice.

"OK, mommy, make the magic stick spit!" She liked the word spit, it
reminded her of her old mommy, who used to say, a long time ago it
seemed to her now, "I'm so mad I could spit nickels!" Spit! It had a
nice, sharp sound to it.

And spit it did, this Lenny's magic stick. A copious amount of magical
food came out, right into Eve's warm, little left hand palm. "Oooh,
mommy," she said. "It spitted a lot!" And it had. A lot. Glob after
glob came out of the magic stick, filling her palm so full some of it
splashed over the handcup's rim and fell down into the bath water.

"Ooh, Eve," Lenny said, breathlessly, as his orgasm rushed out into
the little palm. "It sure did spit a lot. And it makes your mommy feel
real good when it does. Oooh, real good! Ooh, ooh, ooh!"

She started to reach down toward the water with her right hand, but
Lenny stopped her, fearful she might spill the rest by doing so.

"No, Eve," he barked at her. "Leave that alone! There's plenty of the
magical food in your hand to feed you. Now, darling, lick your palm
clean, don't miss a drop of the magical food." He was squeezing his
cock head now, massaging it and enjoying the after effects his orgasm
had created. "Try not to spill any, OK, darling?"

"OK, mommy," she said as she raised her palm toward her face while, at
the same time, bending her head down to meet it. Lenny watched, afraid
to even breathe, as her pink, wet tongue came out and took a first lap
at the white puddle. He watched as her tongue carried a nice sized
blob back into her mouth. She was tasting it, rolling it over her
tongue. Then she swallowed and he watched her first reaction to this
larger amount.

She blinked her eyes three times rapidly, made a scrunchy face, and
said, "Salty!" But, before he could say anything, her tongue was back
in the puddle and lapping up some more.

"Good girl," he said. "That's my good girl. Eat it all up, all the
magical food." And she did, every last drop. Without blinking her eyes
and without making any more scrunched up faces.



TWO WEEKS, for two solid weeks, he fed her the magical food from the
magic stick. Four times a day and even five times, on two separate
days. Eve not only got used to the taste, she now liked it, even asked
for it here and there. "Mommy, can I have some of the magical food
now, please?"

And, even when he felt utterly drained dry and he knew it would be an
uphill battle to ejaculate, he found the impetus to oblige his new,
young daughter. And he would use the moment to reinforce her training.

"Now, Eve, it's gonna be hard work for mommy to shake the magic stick
this time, but if you promise to always be a good girl and always do
what mommy tells you, I'll do it just for you. OK?" It was. Each and
every time.



MOMMY LENNY was now ready for the next phase of his plan. Teaching his
little girl how to suck his cock. And not just suck it, but to love
sucking it. And love having the magic stick spurt its magical food
directly into her mouth. And asking for more!

But he waited. For the right moment. The moment he now knew wouldn't
disappoint him by not arriving. And then, it was here, on a morning
and before little Eve had had any breakfast.

"Mommy, can I have some of the magical food, now, please?"

"Mommy's very tired, dear. I shook the magic stick for you four times
yesterday, remember?" She nodded. "But, what if I show you how to make
the magic stick spit all by yourself? Would you like that?"

"Yes, mommy, show me!" She was hungry, poor creature. Lenny was
hungry, too, the poor bastard. He told her to sit on the edge of the
twin bed, at cock height, if you will. He then stripped and stood
naked before her, his cock wobbling in the space between them, red and
raging and pointing directly at her mouth. Pulsing. His own head was
pulsing, pounding, a flushed feeling coming over him, as he fondled
his large member.

"Now, Eve," he said, a hoarseness in his voice. "Here's what you must
do to make the magic stick spit . . . have you ever sucked on a
lollipop?" She looked up at him and nodded. Geez, who hasn't?

"Good. Now all you have to do is use your mouth to suck on the magic
stick, as if it's a lollipop. A big one that will spit out its magical
food. But, I want to see if you are a good lollipop sucker. Here . . .
"

He put his thumb out toward her. "Suck on my thumb first and let me
see how good you are at sucking on lollipops. OK?" She said, happily,
"OK!"

Then she put her mouth on the thumb. And sucked on it. As she had on
lollipops. With no back and forth motion to her head. That won't do,
he thought.

"That's not the way to suck a magic stick, Eve, you've go to move your
head back and forth on it as you suck. Go ahead, try it!" He waited,
his heart pounding fiercely in his chest.

Then she did it! Slowly at first, tentatively, then more pronounced.
He could feel the hotness of her little mouth and the wetness of her
little tongue on his fat, old thumb. Heaven, he thought, just heaven!

Then, while she sucked happily away on the lollipop thumb, with both
her eyes closed, he started moving the thumb in and out of her mouth,
feeding no more than two inches of it into her mouth at any one time.
She sucked as he thumbfucked her mouth, not knowing little girls
shouldn't do this to old, farty men. Especially old, farty perverted
men, like Leonard Fiske.

"Good, girl, Eve, that's it. Suck on it! Go back and forth on it. And
move your tongue around, darling, let me feel your tongue moving." And
she did, her little wet tongue swirling all over this big, fat thumb,
with her saliva escaping her mouth, her saliva falling from the thumb,
while driving his mind absolutely frigging bonkers.

"Oooh, Eve, that feels great! But are you now ready for the magic
stick?" She nodded her head up and down, the thumb going all along
with the movement. He withdrew the thumb, hearing a sloosh sound as it
exited.

"Nnow, Eve," he said, a tremble in his voice. "II want you to do the
same thing to the head of the magic stick. Take the head into your
mouth, go up and down on it, and swirl your tongue around. Got that?"
She nodded and looked at the cock head.

"Mommy, can I lick that off first?" He noticed his cock's tip was
bubbling up with precum. Lots of precum. His precum. Leonard R.
Fiske's precum. And the little darling was asking his permission to
lick it all off! To lick the sperm from his cock head just the way the
women in the fuck films sometimes did. And, in the back recesses of
his nasty mind, he knew it would get even better down the line. Much,
much better!

"You sure can, sweetheart, bbut I want you to keep yours eyes open
when you do. In fact, I want you to keep them open every time you suck
on mommy's magic stick. Understand?" All she said was, "Uh huh!"

He closed the distance between them, his cock's head now less than an
inch from her face. He reached down, placed a hand under her chin and
raised her face up at him. Both eyes were wide open. As was her mouth.
He could even see the pink little tongue, wet looking and seemingly
ready for her first lesson in the Leonard R. Fiske's personal
cocksucker's school for young daughters named Eve.

"Keep the eyes open, darling!" he said as he put her head back into
the cocksucking position and pushed the head of his cock into the
waiting and eager hot, little mouth. She totally surprised him by
reaching out with her right hand and placing it on the base of his
shaft, much as if she had done this sort of thing before.

He moaned when her lips bumped over the ridged flange, clearing it and
going a good halfinch beyond. Don't give her too much, he told
himself, don't make her gag. He withdrew slightly, but only slightly.

"Now, darling, go back and forth just like on my thumb." She complied,
wetting the cock head up with her movements. Oh, shit, he thought,
feeling the magic her tiny mouth was sending through him, my first
blowjob! How fucking incredible this feels! No wonder guys like it!

"Nnow, honey, move your tongue around, too, while you suck!" She
complied and he now felt her tongue adding to the overall magic. It
was driving him beyond control. He knew if she kept it up, he'd cum in
a very short while. He had to warn her, just in case. No point in
startling her.

"Now, Eve, wwwhen the magic stick starts spitting, don't be scared.
OK?" He heard an, "Mmm hmm" come out of her. She wasn't scared. What
was there to be scared of, anyway? Magical food? No! She liked the
magical food. Even if it was way too salty. Lenny had seen to that.

Eve now sucked on Lenny's cock, going back and forth on it, swirling
her tongue all over the place, feeling the flanged ridge bump her lips
as they crossed over it time and again, the size of the head almost
filling her mouth up.

All the while not even knowing she was giving her first blowjob to an
old pervert, one who was getting his first blowjob. Two firsts. With
another first looming on the horizon for them both: Swallowing all of
his cum, his magical food, as it came straight out of his cock, his
magic stick.

Then he felt it coming upon him, the abouttocum moment. He reached
down with his right hand and started massaging his scrotum. Slowly and
purposefully. She then surprised him. She started moaning! "Mmm mmm."
She did this over and over as she sucked him off.

Then the little minx surprised him again. She had placed her left
hand, her free hand, on his scrotum and was massaging away at both his
balls just as she had seem him do.

It was much too much for old Lenny. He felt himself start to spurt.
And spurt and spurt and spurt. With an intensity he had never felt
before. He was looking down at her little head as it went back and
forth, sucking him, taking his cum. And not a peep out of her along
the lines of a complaint. She was taking his cum and swallowing it at
the same time. And still moaning! "Mmm mmm." Over and over.

When she had swallowed the last of it, she started to move off of the
cock head. "Keep sucking the magic stick, darling, until it goes soft.
That's how you get it to make more magical food for the next time.
OK?" It was. She bobbed her head up and down in a yes making motion.
And sucked away on the magic stick. Still moaning here and there. "Mmm
mmm."

Finally, the magic stick went flaccid. He withdrew it and tilted her
chin up to him. She had a blob of cum on her bottom lip. He watched as
her tongue did a quick flick out and clean if off. She was blinking
rapidly, but there was no sign of the frowny, scrunchy face. In fact,
she even looked contented to him. It was now the Lenny question and
answer time.

"Did you like that, sucking on my old magic stick?" She said she had
and it had felt really good, too. Lenny liked that answer. "You did a
wonderful job, Eve, going up and down on it. Did you like going up and
down on it?" She said she did. And, when he pressed her, admitted just
how good it had felt in her mouth.

"Did you get a lot of magical food and did you like the taste?" She
said yes to both, her face seeming to glow.

"And, Eve, it was wonderful feeling when you played with Ike and
Mike."

"Who's Ike and Mike?"

"The magic stick's two hairy best friends." He pointed to Ike and
Mike. "Ike's the one on the left, your left." He pointed to his right
ball. She reached out and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Hello, Ike!" She
then grabbed the other hairy, skincovered egg. "And hello, Mike!" She
giggled. It was nice making new friends. Even if they were silly
looking. And droopy. And hairy.

Sensing her amiability and willingness to explore, he said, "Why don't
you show Ike and Mike you like them by giving them each a big, wet
kiss. OK?"

It was. She planted a kiss on Ike first, then one on Mike. Lenny was
in hog heaven. "Now, Eve, darling, just like you did with the magic
stick, I want you to really show them you like them by taking each
one, Mike first, into your mouth and sucking on it. OK?" It was.

Mike went first this time, and then Ike felt the wet, hot virginal
mouth work its magic. He had her suck on them, going one to the other,
until both were sloppy wet with her saliva.

"Good girl, Eve, good girl!" he said over and over as his newly
trained personal cocksucker became his newly trained balls sucker.
"Good girl!"

He heard her moan from time to time as she laved his testicles. Little
Eve, it seemed, was enjoying making her new Lenny mommy happy. And
Lenny, bless his black heart, was very pleased, indeed. So far,
everything had exceeded even his wildest earlier imaginings.

He looked down at her small head as it worked on him and thought about
the future . . .



THEIR FUTURE. A future sure to be filled with other exciting new
things. And new firsts. For both of them. Like her first deep
throating lesson. He could picture it vividly now. Yes, it would take
a lot of training to keep her from gagging on him, but he had read a
lot on the subject matter. He knew just how to get her to kill the gag
reflex's natural ability to want to eject big, fat intruders. Like his
big, fat 8" intruder.

And fucking, oh, lordy, fucking, how wonderful will that feel? And
anal! Oh, God, anal fucking her! My big, old Lenny pecker buried deep
in her virginal ass hole, right down to the hilt, the home base of Ike
and Mike, the magic stick's hairy little buddy pals.

Oh, yeah, he, Leonard R. Fiske, could now picture it all. Even to the
point of the dirtiest of things, teaching his little Eve how to lick
and suck his asshole. And to drink his magical piss straight from the
magical source. And to like it all, even.

And, at some point, he would start filming their little lessons. And
use them to teach her better technique. To make her the world's
greatest and most unbelievable cocksucker. And the world's greatest
piece of ass. He would also, he knew, show her his personal collection
of fuck film and they would watch them together, discussing the finer
points, the finesses, if you will.

And he knew, oh, God how he knew, that he would be there for her first
orgasm! Brought to her by one Leonard R. Fiske, the 45 year old
Leonard R. Fiske, her new mommy with the magic stick and its two best
pals, Ikey and Mikey. An inseparable trio, if ever there was one.

And her teenage years! When tits formed and her shape became
womanlier, her ass blossoming out, and the curves of womanhood, his
Eve's womanhood, beginning to show. What bliss, what unfucking
fantastic bliss.

Without ever ruining it all by getting her pregnant. He had even
thought that through, so clever of him, and had had a vasectomy. A
permanent, irreversible one.

Would she miss having friends? Other people? No doubt, but she'd just
have to learn to live with it. And schooling? The only schooling she
was going to get was her Leonard R. Fiske type of schooling. That, he
reasoned, was all the smarts she's ever gonna need.

All he had to do was make sure the outside world never found out about
the new daughter he kept in his soundproofed basement room. But that
shouldn't be too big a problem. His house was miles from his nearest
neighbor and, shit, they never came near him anyhooha. The bastards,
he thought, can't get enough distance between us.

No one, he knew, had even knocked on his front door in the five years
since he had inherited the big house from his mother, along with
enough money to never have to work again. Shit, the only guy who ever
came even near his house was the gas meter reader. And he did it all
from outside. Shit, he recalled, I don't even know what he looks like!
I wouldn't know the fucker if I tripped over him!

Eve looked up at him. "Mommy, I'm still hungry! Can I have some
Cheerios? Please." She wiggled her small behind around on the edge of
the twin bed. He smiled warmly at her.

As he patted her head, he said, "You sure can, my little darling, and
then we're going to watch a movie together while you eat. Would you
like that?"

"Yeeessssss!" she said gleefully. She had forgotten that movies even
existed. "What's it a movie about?"

"You'll see, sweetheart, you'll see! It's a real grown up movie." She
wiggled her small little ass on the bed again . . . "Oooh, goody! I
like that!"

Eve wiggled her cute backside once more . . .



FISKE didn't know it, couldn't know it, but two police detectives
were, this very moment, talking about him, even though they hadn't a
clue to his real identity. He was their daily topic of conversation.

Detective Sergeant Gabe Caber, and his partner, Detective Ron Mills,
had been assigned the Martha Ann Styffe case from day one, almost two
long months ago. And they were no closer to solving it now than they
were then. There just weren't any clues, of any kind. And no
witnesses, either. The man was very clever or very lucky. And, most
possibly, both.

The only bright news thus far, was that the mother, Ms. Stephanie
Styffe, had only suffered a mild concussion, and she had made a full
recovery.

If Caber and Mills didn't have much to go on, they did have hope.
Along with the arduous task of following up the more than one thousand
leads that were generated from the Amber Alert and various media play.
It was busy work of a sort, and so far none of the leads had panned
out, but it gave them something seemingly positive to do.

More busy work came from checking out the over four thousand known
pedophiles within a hundred mile radius. And, as Ron Mills had said at
one point, his eyes widening up, "Shit, Gabe, and these are only the
known ones . . . !"



DETECTIVE CABER was at his desk fortyfive minutes earlier than he had
to be. There was no point, he felt, in being at home and rattling
around his bachelor apartment. Not when he could be here and just
might get lucky.

He looked at the long list of callin leads displayed on his monitor
screen. They had been prioritized, the most promising put to the
front. Most of them looked nebulous, and very everyday sounding. Woman
called in. Saw strange man with little girl, who looked like Martha,
sitting in a Dunkin' Donuts shop. Man kept touching girl's knee. Name
and phone number.

Caber read a few more and sighed. It was going to be another long and
tedious day, but he knew it had to be done. And with zeal. Thus, he
treated every lead as if it was precious to him. And to little Martha.

He was about to reach for the phone to start his first hot tip
interview of the day when he saw Ron Mills heading toward him. The man
looked more chipper than usual. Caber remembered the last thing Ron
had said to him as he went home the previous night, "Shit, Gabe, if I
don't get some sleep tonight, I'm gonna find out, personally, just how
much damage my Glock can do to the human brain!" Caber knew exactly
what Ron meant.

As Mills approached, a beaming grin on his face, Caber said, "Holy
crap, Ronnie, who painted you with the sunshine stick?" Mills seemed
to beam even brighter, if that was even possible.

"Got an idea, Gabe, a good one if a bit of a long shot. Came to me
last night, right out of old blue. Wanna hear it?"

"Sure, but if I think it's a real rotten idea, I'll tell you straight
out, and then we can do it anyway. OK?" He grinned at Mills, who
grinned right back, then grabbed a chair and pulled it closer to the
front of Caber's desk. He sat and leaned forward, placing both
forearms on the edge of the desk.

"Well, since I couldn't sleep last night . . . what else is new? I
started my usual trolling for pedos on the Internet. As usual, I would
type a word into the search engine and see where it led me." He paused
as if making sure he had Caber's full attention. "Well, in my never
ending search for new words to try, I came up with a doozy . . .
Mommy!"

"Mommy?" For pedophiles?

"Yeah, Mommy. It just popped into my head." Caber imagined it would
have to. "Well, there being a mere four million hits, I decided to
peruse them as a substitute for counting sheep!" He laughed. "And I'll
tell you, Gabe, with twenty hits per screen, it does make one a tad
tired around screen number ninetyfive!" He laughed and Caber joined
in.

"I'll bet it does!" Caber laughed out.

"Well, as you can imagine, most of the sites were innocent enough, but
I ran into one called Mommy's Little Girl dot com. Oh, it tried its
best to look innocuous enough, but when I read it had the word love in
its normal sounding message, well, my ears perked up." He leaned back
from the desk just as Caber leaned forward, placing his hands on the
desk's edge.

Caber said, "Hmm. Mommy, eh?" It made sense to him somewhat.

Mills nodded, and then said, "Yeah. Well, I went to the site and lo
and behold, a new pedo joint for me to add to my collection. It had
the usual stories and what have you, but a link caught my eye." He
paused, as if he was about to reveal the killer in the last five
minutes of the play. Caber just sat there, waiting, humoring the man.

"It showed the plans for building your very own and secret,
soundproofed room!" He waited for Caber to say something; something
that would indicate he saw the meaning of it, too, but all Caber did
was stare at him as if looking at a new species of lunatic.

All Caber said was, "So?" It was interesting, but so what?

"So, my fellow Sherlock, we know the guy who grabbed little Martha was
a very clever, careful little boy . . . "

"Or just plain lucky . . . "

"That, too, but let's assume he's a wee bit more clever than he's
lucky, just for the sake of argument, shall we?" Caber nodded,
stifling a yawn. "Well, we both know the careful type doesn't just hit
and run with a rape and murder. They stash the kid so they can, well,
you know."

Caber knew. He said, "So, where's your plan in all this, Ron?"

"Well, the plans called for using those common concrete builder's
block, you know, the ones about eighteen inches long and . . . " Caber
broke in.

"So, there you are, on screen umptyump, bleary eyed and more dopey
than usual, and you get the brilliant idea that we should go out and
find any guy who's bought a ton of concrete bricks lately. That about
it?"

Mills nodded, sheepishly. "Bad idea, huh, boss?"

"Bad? It sucks and sucks big time, old pal." He scowled at Mills.

Mills said, the grin back on his face, "You want I should make the
list of lumberyards, or do you want to hog that honor for yourself?"

"You make it, Ron, I've got callin lead interviews to conduct . . . "



THERE WERE NINETEEN lumberyards and doityourself places in the
immediate area. Besides Mills and himself, Caber assigned four other
detectives, two twopeople teams, to the footworking task. The
nineteen places were broken down among them as evenly as possible,
with Caber and Mills taking seven.

Amazingly, at lumberyard number three, Caber and Mills got a hit. The
clerk, a young man in his late teens, who handled the concrete brick
concession, so to speak, remembered a man, just nine months ago or so,
who had purchased a ton of the bricks.

"Yeah," he said. "Guy wanted four hundred of them, which, I can tell
ya, don't happen that often. We special ordered them for him and
delivered them, if I remember rightly, just a few days later."

Mills said, "Did he say what he planned to do with that many bricks?"

"Yeah, said he was gonna build a soundproof recording studio in his
basement. But, ha ha, he didn't seem to know diddly squat about making
musical recordings. He couldn't follow me when I started talking
equalizers and the like. Struck me as odd at the time, know what I
mean?"

Both men nodded. Caber asked, "What did he say about that?"

"Oh, he tried to recover, so to speak, by telling me he was only
making recordings of voices . . . you know, for those books on tapes,
but I felt he was lying about it. I figured he was one of those
freako's, who wanted to hold orgies in the cellar without the
neighbors hearing." He laughed. "But, hey, guys, you haven't told me
what this is all about yet. He some kind of wifeswapping perv?" The
kid looked all ears.

Mills adroitly lied to him. "Just routine crap. We're looking for a
guy we suspect of making pirated DVD's." That seemed to satisfy the
guy.

Caber said, "Any chance you have this guy's name and address on file?"
He hoped so, and suspected they did.

"Shit yeah, with our new system, I can call him up on my PC in
seconds! C'mon, I'll show ya." He led the men to his information
stand, an island kiosk in the center of the doityourself section of
the store.

"Watch this!" He typed in the words "concrete block" and in seconds,
as he had promised, a list of names, addresses, and even the type of
credit card used, came up.

In the "Amount Ordered" column, most amounts were in the fairly normal
range. Two, four, even eight and twelve. No one, it seemed, ordered an
odd amount of the things.

But one amount stood way, way out from the rest of the pack.

On April 12th, of this year, one Leon Fiske, of 12 Pine Street,
Wallpine county, had ordered, and received, 400 gray builder's blocks,
size 6"x8"x16." He had also ordered and received, at the same time,
600, 12" square, 3/8" thick, vinyl soundproofing tiles. He had
returned two weeks later for an additional 16 bricks and 30 more
tiles.

"Well, I'll be!" said Mills, writing down the Pine Street address.
"Could be out Mr. Fiske is a pirate!" He chuckled. Caber chuckled,
too. The kid didn't.

On the way to their unmarked car, Caber said, "Well, this sure looks
promising, Ron, but we still have the four other stores . . ."



BECAUSE all six detectives couldn't uncover any one else in the doit
yourself soundproofed room business except Fiske, he was the only one
Mills ran through AFIS, the Automated Fingerprint Identification
System. While they lacked his fingerprints, they could run a name
search.

Fiske's name drew a blank. His prints were not in there. He had never
committed a crime. Of any nature.

But when Mills ran "Leon Fiske" and "Leonard Fiske" through the police
crime reports files, the name did come up in connection to a crime. An
attempted kidnapping of a sixyear old girl. Mills printed it out,
read it, and then showed the printout to Caber.

After reading that a guy had tried to grab a girl in a bank's parking
lot, two years ago, Caber asked, "They arrest him?"

"Nah, he was merely interviewed, along with eleven other men, whose
faces showed up on the bank's ATM camera. But . . . and this is
interesting . . . the mother of the girl was conked on the head from
behind as she was getting into her car. Knocked unconscious, just like
the Styffe woman." He smiled at Caber.

"Hmm, you said attempted, Ron, I take it the girl got away from him."

"Yeah, she did. It was winter, and when the guy slipped on some ice,
the girl squirmed loose and made a beeline for a supermarket. She
doesn't know just how lucky she was."

"For sure. No witnesses?" Mills shook his head. "Even the girl?"

"Nah, she was too shook up to see a thing. Plus the guy had his gloved
hand over her face."

"So they interview this Fiske character and let him go. And, because
the girl is all right, they promptly forget all about him and
everybody goes home, happy and content." Caber looked up at the
ceiling. "Well, Mr. Leonard R. Fiske, looks like you're back in our
collective memories."

"Amen!" said Mills. "Well, I'm gonna run Fiske through every system I
can get my hot little hands on. He's still a long shot, but he's got
promise." He turned to leave and get started on knowing all he could
about the man named Leonard Reginald Fiske. Over his shoulder he
yelled back to Caber, "Besides, what else do we have to keep us sane?"

Caber quipped, "Psychics?" but it was doubtful Mills heard him . . .



FISKE was under roundtheclock surveillance, and had been for ten
days now. So far, the man was reclusive.

"Shit," Mills said. "This guy never leaves his house. In ten days,
he's gone out just once, to do grocery shopping. Out a whole two
hours."

"What he buy?"

"Well, only two items a child might like to eat. Six packages of Ring
Dings, and three boxes of Cheerios. Granted, it don't mean much on the
surface, but with a suspicious mind such as I have, the man is guilty
as sin." He chuckled.

"What was it, Ron? The Ring Dings?" Caber laughed.

"That, and the fact that no normal guy buys three boxes of cereal at a
time. Never! If that ain't suspicious, I'll eat the cardboard boxes
they came in." He laughed. "Without sugar!"

"Well, until they revise the Cheerios purchasing law, we can't do shit
but sit and wait. And hope he gets careless somehow. If he's even our
guy, that is." Caber looked dejected.

"Yeah, sit and wait, while he's doing lord knows what to the child.
If, as you say, he has her that is, which, by the way, I feel in my
gut, he has. So there!" He scowled and then added, "Why don't we go
and knock on his door and have a little chat with him, real friendly
like, just to see his overall demeanor. It might shake him up a bit,
and make him nervous enough to want to move her."

"No, Ron, I don't think we should telegraph anything to him. Might
make him overreact and do something desperate with her. But how about
we pull some ruse, like using the fire department, or water works
people?"

"How about we just break in his fucking door and . . . "

"My favorite career buster! No stinkin' search warrant for us. No
probable cause. Just the straight old strongarm Gestapo technique of
smash and grab . . . count me in, sieg heil, mein f�hrer!" He laughed,
and clicked his heels together under the desk.

"Why not? We knock on his door and invite ourselves in. If he's got
nothing to hide, he let's us pass. On the other hand . . . "

"You know, Ron, why not? We can tell him we heard a women scream from
inside the house. You heard her, didn't you?"

"Sure did, she was real loud, too."

"Fuck, let's do it! It beats waiting . . . "



LEONARD R. FISKE was in the middle of fucking Eve, in his soundproofed
basement room, so he didn't hear the two detective knocking loudly on
his front door. He also didn't hear them when Caber used his skills to
pick the lock. They both knew that the door had been open when they
went to inspect the cause of the women's screams.

Fiske had little Eve on a table, naked, her small butt even with the
edge. Her legs were resting up on his shoulders.

"Doesn't that feel good, my darling?" he asked.

"A little, but it also hurts, too." She winced, making her point.

"Don't worry, in time it will stop hurting and feel only good all the
time. You'll see." He pushed in and out of her, bottoming out at a
mere sixinches. He knew she would be able to accommodate his entire
length in time, as she grew taller.

"Ooooh, Mommy's gonna cum, sweetheart. Oooooh!" He came in her,
bareback, his cum sloshing out around the base of his cock. He
rebelted his robe and told Eve he was going to prepare her some
dinner. He went to the secret door and opened it. And there they were.

Once glance over Fiske's shoulder and Caber and Mills both had their
Glocks drawn. And pointed right at Fiske. Mills said, "Move a hair,
motherfucker, and it's the last hair you'll ever move. Put your hands
on the back of your head! Now!" Fiske complied. In mere seconds, Mills
had the man's hands behind the back and handcuffed. Caber rushed over
to Eve.

He quickly covered her nudity up with the small robe he found lying on
the floor alongside the bed. "Hello, Martha, I'm Gabe, are you okay?"

She nodded and said, "That's my old name, Gabe. My new name is Eve. My
new mommy named me." She pointed to the handcuffed Fiske. Caber
sighed. He had seen this shit before.

"Well . . . Eve . . . we're going to take you out of here, back to
your real mommy. She's been missing you something fierce." He smiled
at her. She looked perplexed.

"My real mommy is dead and in heaven. My new mommy told me so." Again,
she pointed to Fiske.

"Well, he lied to you, honey. Your mommy is alive and just fine.
You'll see when I bring you to her." Caber looked around the room, but
the only clothing he could see for her was a pair of pajamas. He put
them on her.

"Now, sweetheart, let's get out of here . . . "



LEONARD R. FISKE spent exactly four days in jail before he was
released, a free man, with no charges whatsoever being filed against
him. While the DA was totally sympathetic, the flagrant violations of
Fiske's rights by the two detectives meant that no evidence in the
house, including Eve herself, and even Fiske's sperm in her, could be
used against him.

". . . and we were lucky," added John Moore, DA, to his diatribe,
"that Fiske didn't sue our asses off! What were you two clodhoppers
thinking? You break into his house; using the lamest probable cause
story I've heard in years, and blow any chance we have of making a
real case against him, clear out of the water. Christ, the Nazis had
less chutzpah!"

"Yeah, well," said Caber. "I'm glad we did. And, amazingly, so is my
Chief. He didn't even ask us to resign."

Mills tossed out, "That's right. And, John, old law book, for your
information, Martha's folks think we're pretty neat, too. They've got
two capes all picked out for their latest superheroes. Ta da!"

"You can laugh, you clowns, but this means that Fiske is free to do it
all over again. He's sold his house and moved out of town somewhere.
So tell me, Batman and Robin, what good will those capes be when
Fiske, now much smarter, grabs another Martha?"

Mills said, looking at Caber, "I told you, Batty, we both shoulda shot
Fiske for wearing that summer robe on a winter's day!" He grinned at
Moore.

Caber said, "Is that still against the law in this state, Robby?" He,
too, grinned at Moore.

"Oh, yeah, Batso, and it's still a capital offense, too." Caber and
Mills now both grinned at Moore.

Moore just glared back at the two men . .



"HOLY MOLE SHIT, BATMAN!" Mills said. "Looks like we won't be needing
our capes after all when it comes to battling the evil Fiske." He
chuckled, and handed Caber a crime report printout.

It read, in essence, that one Leonard Reginald Fiske, aged 46, was
found in his car, six hundred miles from here, a victim of foul play.
A person, or persons unknown, had pumped six shots from a small
caliber pistol into him as he sat parked in front of the entrance to a
small park.

The kind of park young mothers took their children to . . .

The End.

Dear Reader: While fantasy and imagination are wonderful things, all
the Leonard R. Fiske wannabe's out there, and you know who you are,
who want to turn fantasy into reality, should keep one thought firmly
in mind: It's quietly becoming commonplace for parents to have a
satellite tracking chip implanted somewhere under their child's skin,
even at birth.

And you know you, Len, with your rotten bad luck, you'd end up as the
permanent day and night mouth and rectal servicer to a cellie called
Buster, who, along with his dozens of gang chums, will teach you, old
Lenny, real quick like, to call them more than just mommy!

As it has frequently been said, and it's the plain truth, "What goes
around, comes around . . . "

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WARNING: DUE TO ITS CONTENT, THIS TEXT SHOULD NOT BE READ BY ANYONE!

That's the only disclaimer you get. Read on at your own risk.

This story is inspired by the (now cancelled) Nickelodeon series "Space
Cases." As they say, "Imitation is the sincerest form of plagarism."

The characters herein are fictional. Any resemblence to real persons,
living, dead, or undead are purely coincidental. All charcters except Nindam
the Androsian are of whoever presentl owns the Nickelodeon cable
channel and there's precious little chance they'd have given me permission
to use them in this context, hence, I never asked.

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by the A.S.S. Writers Guild of America, West Delaware chapter (AW GAWD!)

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Permission granted to provided everything between the "" lines remains
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Space Cases in

"Who You Calling a Girl?"
(tv SciFi slow tg fmast m/f 1st teen oral cun)

A Young Adult (18) Erotic Adventure

by Forbidden Fruit

It's a well known fact that when it comes to being loud, noone in the
solar system can top a Saturnian. It's a not so well known fact that they
also excel at being ultraquiet. And, that is what Catalina was doing as she
moved into position behind the bulkhead in the guest quarters of the
Christa.
Just a dozen hours ago, the Christa encountered an alien space craft of
the most phenomenal design and its even more phenomenal pilot. He appeared
to be of standard humanoid classification. Ah, who was she kidding? Cat
thought to herself. He was gorgeous. Young. Seemed to be about the age of a
Space Academy graduate. Tall. Strong. Handsome. He claimed to be from a
distant planet called Andros, and that he was what his people called a
Galactic Surveyor. He was educated on his homeworld and then compelled
to venture off on his own to explore the universe around him.
The very idea of someone so young being all alone in the universe to
discover it all anew was so exciting to Cat that she had to learn more about
this mysterious wanderer for herself. She'd already done some of her own
exploring of the Christa's engineering spaces with Harlan and had even
almost made out with him in a couple of them. Almost, yeah right. As if she
could actually get into a serious relationship with anyone without her mouth
getting in the way. She just couldn't shutup and enjoy another's company,
let alone make out with someone.
Catalina had discovered that there was a joint between two bulkheads in
the guest quarters. Horizontal. Not so wide as someone in the room would
notice, but wide enough that someone with steroscopic vision in the ample
space behind it could peer into the room and see everything. Nindam, that was
his name, told them that his last stop on his wanderings had been quite
awhile ago and he was looking forward to spending a few days with the crew
of the Christa to teach them about his people and to learn about the crew.
First, though he needed some time to himself and rest and clean up.
Nindam made it to the guest quarters before Cat, since he could take the
jump tubes and Cat had to go to the nearest tube exit and walk the rest of
the way. When she got settled into her seated position behind the bulkhead,
Nindam was unpacking some personal items from his hardshell suitcase. He'd
only brought one case from his ship in the cargo bay, but it seemed to store
much more than the volume of things he was extracting from it. Some of the
things Cat could identify or at least guess at. Pictures. Grooming tools.
Clothes. Others she couldn't even guess at.
After words, he figured out the bed controls and extended the sleeping
surface. He tried it out and adjusted its firmness for a couple of minutes
then just lay there relaxing for awhile. Cat just stared at him, his firm,
strong chest slowly rising and falling in rhythm. Even barely moving, Cat
thought his movements were graceful, powerful. She silently wished he'd get
up and walk around some more so she could study his body some more, but
after a short time, she figured he was going to go to sleep and she was
about to rise and go back to her duties. Just when she was about to stand
and leave, a rustling of the bed sheets as Nindam got up. Returning to her
guy watching, she found Nindam standing, almost right in front of her,
facing the bulkhead which she was behind. For an instant, Catalina thought
she was found out, but didn't move just in case it was nothing. Then, the
most unexpected thing happened. Nindam began to disrobe.
Cat couldn't believe her eyes as Nindam's hands moved over various
portions of his uniform and disengaged unseen fasteners of alien design and
his clothing began to seperate and fall to the floor. First, his sleaves
fell, and Cat got a better look at his muscular arms. Then, his vest fell
and, Cat got a better look at his broad chest showing a thin coating of hair.
Then, his pant legs fell away and Cat got a better look at his sinuey legs.
The suspense was killing her and she was squirming in her seat in
anticipation. This is wrong. I shouldn't be doing this, but he's so good
looking!
Finally, her eyes rivetted on the shorts that was the only thing left of
Nindam's original uniform. It seemed to be an all or nothing garment worn
with no underclothes, so Cat fully expected any second now to get an eyeful
of Nindam's virile manhood. Finally, with two more fasteners were released,
Nindam's arms fell to his sides and his shorts fell to the floor. Cat gazed
dumbstruck at Nindam's crotch. Where she'd expected to see a pendulous
scrotum and magnificant penis, Nindam appeared no different from Catalina's
own sex. He had two labia and a tuft of public hair partially obscuring it.

As usual, Cat's mouth operated at a much faster speed than her brain, as
she burst into the boys' quarters shouting, "He's a she! She's a he!
Nindam's a girl! He's She's not what he appears to be"
"Hey! No girls in the boys room," shouted Bova while pulling his bed
covers higher over himself.
Harlan, seeing that Catalina was visibly agitated tried his best to calm
her down and figure out what she was trying to say, "Hey, hey, hey, Cat,
Cat, Cat, Cat..." He couldn't get a word in edgewise.
Shortly, Cat calmed down enough on her own to realize what a fool she
was making of herself, but it was too late. She decided to fess up anyway,
rather than have the guys wondering about just what she was making a fool
out of herself over. "I was sorta, kinda spying on our guest."
"You were spying on Nindam? But why?" asked Harlan.
"Well, he is kinda cute" remembering her attraction for him snapped
her back to her news report, "But that's what I came to tell you! He's not
what you think he is."
"You mean he's not a wandering Androsian?" Bova asked.
"No, no, not that. He's not a he. He's a she."
"And just how did you find that out?" Harlan asked.
Cat demured a bit with her shame and finally came clean, "I sorta
watched him get undressed in the guest quarters."
"And you're saying he didn't have a" Harlan said and wiggled his finger
downward like a dangling phallus.
"No, he didn't have a," Cat said and then mockingly duplicated
Harlan's lame example.
"Woah. There's gotta be some kind of mistake," Bova said. "I was there
when he came aboard, and we all saw him when he explained who he was and
where he was from. He's a guy."
"You wouldn't be saying that if you'd just seen him undress," Cat shot
back.
"Oh, thank you so much for putting that picture in my head. Now, I'll
never get to sleep," Bova said and flopped back down on his bed and pulled
the cover around him.
"Well, I, for one, don't believe it," Harlan said.
"You don't beleive that I was spying on our guest?"
"No, that I believe. I don't believe that you saw him undress and that
he doesn't have a dick."
"I think he was getting ready to shower when I left him. He should be
getting out by now. If you don't believe me there's only one way to find out
for certain."
"Oh no. I'm NOT going to go barging into the guest quarters and demand
to see Nindam's crotch. No. Uhuh. It's not going to happen. For all I know
this is a dirty tricdk you're trying to play on me."
"I think so. I'm not going to be the only one freaked out by this. Come
on...," Cat said as she grabbed harlan's hand and nearly drug him to the
jump tubes and shoved him down one followed swiftly by herself.

They both quickly found themselves standing outside the door to the
guest quarters. From inside they could hear the sound of a running sonic
shower.
"I guess he's still in the shower," Cat said, "Do you want to knock or
shall I?"
"Don't look at me. This is your fantasy. I don't want any part of this."
Catalina leaned over to the door panel and hit the annunciator. The
shower sounds from inside ceased and a voice came from the other side of the
door, "Yes?"
"It's Catalina and Harlan. Can we talk?"
"One moment. I'm naked. Let me put a towel on."
As the seconds ticked away, Cat dropped her gaze to her feet and
fidgetted a bit before looking up to Harlan and asked, "After this, are you
going to think any less of me, Harlan?"
"Cat, that wouldn't be possible," Harlan responded with mocking grin.
"Oh," Cat smiled, thinking he meant that he wouldn't think any less,
then, "Oh." Cat's smile melted a bit as she realized the conotation that
Harlan already thought little of her. That seemed quite out of character for
the warm individual Cat thought she had come to know of him. Maybe he was
just verbally kidding around. Maybe he didn't like the idea that even after
making out with him, even as little as they had, she would sneak around to
watch a perfect stranger undress.
The door finally opened and a bedraggled Nindam appeared on the other
side wearing nothing more than a towel around his waist. His hair had the
usual touselled look of a user of a sonic shower. "Hello, please, come in."
Harlan followed Cat into the guest quarters.
"Okay, I know this is going to look bad," Cat said without pause, "but
I've already told some people aobut it so it's only a matter of time before
I have to tell everyone else and so I thought it best to just bring it to
you first before it gets any farther so we can just get everything out in
the open, take the consequences and then work to get past it all."
"What's she tlking about?" Nindam asked Harlan.
"Don't ask me. She's been making even less sense than usual lately."
"What I'm talking about, Nindam, is that I know you're really a girl."
"What?"
"And it's okay! I mean, there's nothing wrong with a girl living as a
guy; I mean different strokes for different folks, and all."
"What are you on about, Catalina?"
"Well, when you first came aborad, I thought you were really cute and
handsome and all, I mean I was really hot for you." Realizing how she was
carrying on toward Nindam in front of Harlan, Cat soon moderated her
narrative. "Uh, anyway, I snuck into the engineering spaces behind your
quarters when you weren't looking so I could peep in at you, and I know it
was wrong. It was so wrong, but I couldn't help myself, and I saw you
undress and I saw your body, and so That's how I know you're realy a girl."
"I have no idea wht you're talking about, Catalina. I don't know what
you saw while spying on me, but I can assure you both that I'm all male."
"See, Cat. I told you you were letting your hormones carry you away,"
Harlan egged her on.
"Wait a minute. You're still claiming to be a guy? Prove it," Cat
ordered definantly.
"Cat! If you wanted to get into my pants, you just had to ask. No need
to get another guy involved in it," Nindam said indicating Harlan's presense
was now uncomfortable to him.
"Come on. Drop trou," ordered Cat.
"Right here?"
Cat nodded.
"Right now?"
Cat nodded again.
"In front of Harlan?" Nindam whispered.
Another nod.
"I can't beleive I'm still here," Harlan said incredulously. "I'm out of
here."
"Okay." Nindam undid the knots in his towel. "If this is what you want
to see. Here." The twoel dropped and The door opened for Harlan's exit at
the same time. "There. See? 100% male genetalia. Satisfied Cat?"
Cat stood there, her mouth agape at what she saw in Nindam's lap.
"Uh, Harlan. Turn around."
"No, Cat. I told you I didn't want to be apart of this."
"Harlan, I was right. Look."
Harlan Band already had one foot out the door to Nindam's quarters and
paused for a moment in contemplation. He hung his head weighting his
options. If he left and never looked back, he'd still have his dignity, but
he'd never know for sure what Cat was on about. Cat would never be able to
confide in him again. If he turn around, the likelyhood that this was a joke
was quite high and most likely Cat would just laugh at him, but there was
still that nagging question in the back of Harlan's mind. What was there
about Nindam's crotch that so amazed Cat?
"Okay, cat. I'll turn around and look at Nindam's cock, and let you
laugh at me, and the whole nine yards, but this will be the very last time I
let you lead me on like this."
Harlan turned around and focused his eyes on Nindam's crotch.
"There. See?" Nindam asked. "I have a cunt, just like every other guy."
Harlan's face twisted into an expression of shocked disbelief and
dropped to his knees in front of the sight that greated him.
"Harlan? You alright?"
In a squeaky voice, Harlan managed to say the words, "I'm alright, but I
don't know about you."
"Don't tell me you're joining Cat in this farce. You make sick jokes at
every guest's expense?"
"Nindam! You're a girl!" shouted Harlan as the door closed again behind
him.
"See? I told you I wasn't imagining it," said Cat triumphantly.
"What are you two on?" asked Nindam. "This is male genetalia." Nindam
sat back on the foot of the bed he'd been leaning against and placed both
hands against the insides of his spread thighs to accentuate his labia.
"Not where we come from," said Cat while Harlan still struggled to fully
regain his voice.
"I don't believe you," said Nindam. "It's your turn to prove it."
"What?"
"Time to put up or shut up, Catalina. Off with your jumpsuit."
"I'm not going to take off my clothes for you! I just met you, and I'm
not not feeling really good about what I know about you."
"Tit for tat, Cat. You can dish out getting people to take off their
clothes for you, but won't take your clothes off for them? What are you?
Some kind of sick cunt tease?"
~ "Okay, you! I'll show you what a girl really looks like." Cat grabbed
the zippered sides of her jumpsuit and definantly pushed them down to her
midthigh. Then, stripping the zippers down the undersides of each arm, she
was able to push the top of the jumpsuit over her head and push her
jumpsuit, as far down as her waist over to the side.
"See? Look at these." Cat said as she undid the clasp on the front of
her small bra to let it come off easily. "Breasts! I'm a girl."
Nindam was grinning from ear to ear and about to chuckle his way to
falling off the foot of the bed. "I never doubted that."
"Okay. Now for the coup de grace..." Cat reached down to hook her thumbs
into the waistband of her panties and on the way down grabbed the rest of
her jumpsuit to push the remaining vestiges of her clothing and her modesty
to her ankles. When Cat straightened up and spread her legs slightly, it was
Nindam's turn to gape in awe.
"You're a guy!" Nindam's glance bounced back and forth from his own
genetals to Catalinas. They were practically identical, the same blushed,
puffy slit, the same downy tuft of raven colored hair at the top.
"I am not a boy! I'm a girl. And so are you. This is what I've been
trying to get across to you."
"I am male. Where I am from, I am male. You have to believe me."
"Harlan," Cat looked down to where Harlan was now sitting on his heels.
At this level, Harlan was facetocase with two of the most gorgeous pussies
he'd ever seen, even if one was really flat chested and thought she was a
guy. He was starring at Catalina's cunt when she addressed him. "Harlan!
Stop starring at my crotch and stand up! Take your pants off. Show Nindam
here what a real guy looks like."
"Huh? What?" Harlan stammered as he climbed to his feet. "You want me to
get undressed now? In here? No way."
"Harlan broke for the door. Cat, not to be denied full disclosure,
bolted after him, but her jumpsuit around her ankles tripped her up and she
eneded up just tackling him instead. Hugging his legs, Catalina said, "No,
Harlan. You didn't beleive me, so now you're going to help me get to the
bottom of this."
"No, Cat. This is all just freaking me out. I want out of this." Harlan
started trying to reach up to actuate the door open sensor as Cat reached up
and undid the waistband clasp on Harlan's pants. With some show of strength,
Catalina turned Harlan over on his back, grabbed the sides of his pants,
including his underwear, and nearly busted a few seams in pulling them down
his legs.
"Cat! No!" It was too late. Harlan's underwear came down with his pants
and before he could move to stop it, his rigid dong sprang forth from its
emprisonment.
"Ungh!" Was all he could say as his semen coated glans began ejaculating
thick, greasy globs of white semen.
"Oh, gross!" Catalina exclaimed as she tried to get out of the way only
to be hit in the face and chest by several shots.
"Oh wow," said Nindam who had ben surveying all of this from his perch
upon the foot of the bed, "I don't know what to say."
"I do. Hand me a towel," said Catalina.
"What?"
"A hand towel, from the lavatory, so I can wipe Harlan's spunk off of
me."
"I saw trying to get out of here before I went off, Cat. That's why I
didn't want to take my pants off in front of you," Harlan said as Nindam
went into the room's lavatory for a wash clothe to wet and give to Cat.
"Sorry, but at least I made my point."
"Yeah, and you got shot in the face by my point."
"What? Where?"
"I got you on the bridge of your nose, and it's running down your left
cheek."
"Ewww! Nindam. Hurry up with that towel!"
"And another spot is running down between you peachsized tits."
"Nindam!" Catalina was caught between two conflicting urges, one was to
get Harlan's spunk off of her as quickly as possible and not get any on her
clothes, which he mercifully missed, and the other was the desire not to get
any on her hands or to allow Harlan to see her with his spunk on her hands.
"I'm coming. I'm coming. Here's your towel."
"And I have cum," Harlan said, snickering to himself, trying to recover
from his first hands off orgasm.
"I didn't want it wet. I'm trying to dry off."
"Sorry."
Catalina went to work cleaning off her face and tits with Nindam and
Harlan looking on.
"When you're finished, could you give the towel to me? I'd kinda likelto
clean myself off of the floor."
Cat growled and then tossed the sperm stained rag at Harlan's face.
Robbing her of her strike, he caught it in midair and she got up to storm,
or rather waddle, over to the bed and sit down.
"You two are really what guys and girls look like in this area of
space?" Nindam asked.
Harlan and Catalina looked at each other and then at themselves and
answered, "Yes."
"Wow. Who'd have thought it possible?"
"You still sticking with your "I'm a guy" story?" asked Cat, trying to
dislodge at least her panties from the wad of clothes at her ankles that is
her jumpsuit.
"Yes, Catalina. I am a male of my species."
"How? How can that be possible?"
"With my race, the male has a vagina that the woman's penis penetrates
and removes the sperm for procreation."
"So your women are still the ones who carry the baby?"
"Yes. And, nurse them, and the men are still the head and protector of
the family."
"Where are your balls?" asked Harlan, still cleaning off his own.
"We hold our testicles inside our bodies."
"Where does the baby come from?" asked Cat. "I mean, if they have a
penis..."
"My women grow and nurture the fetus in a sac that grows from the base
of the penis during pregnancy. Quite frankly, Harlan, now that I get a good
look at you, you look like you're in your 7th week of pregnancy."
"I look pregnant? Ah, man!" Harlan stands up and tries to pull up his
underwear only to find a large glob of cum in them.
"Ah man is right. Those are HIS testicles, Nindam."
"Testicles? They're so big."
"I'm naturally well endowed," Harlan says as he wipes out his underwear.
"And how do your females get your sperm into their bodies?"
"Quite frankly, I'm not sure. I've never had sex."
"You're an intrepid space explorer and a virgin?" cata lina turns to get
up on the bed on her hands and knees to more directly face Nindam who had
returned to sitting ont he foot of the bed, still naked. "Come on!"
"Well, aren't you the same?"
"Well, I guess you have a point there, but we were all flung off into
the cosmos against our will. We never had a chance to grow up and have
relationships back home."
"I explore the universe alone. What's your two excuses?"
Cat and Harlan looked each other in the eye very meaningfully for a long
moment and then looked away and said, "Yech!"
"What? You mean you never thought about sneaking off and having sex?"
"No!" The accused two chimed in.
"First of all, we're a very small crew on a very small ship. There
aren't all that many places where two people could have seripticious sex,
and second, I don't want to get pregnant before I've finished school."
"Speaking of pregnancy, where is your race gestated?"
"You men "where do babies come from' for us?"
"Yes."
Cat stood up on her knees on the bed and rubbed her hands over her
stomach. "Right here. Inside."
"You carry your babies inside your body?"
"Yes," Cat said definantly. "It may be discomforting, but I'd say it's
certainly more convenient than carrying your baby between your legs."
"We take great care of our women once they become too pregnant to walk
by themselves!"
"Well, Harlan seems to be managing just fine," Catalina chuckled making
her peachsized breasts gigle ever so slightly.
"Hey, I already told him these are my balls. So how do you do it? I mean
how do you cum?"
"Well, I was convinced that you two were telling the truth when I saw
you cum. Ejaculating white fluid is something I've quite familiar with."
"So, you have had sex."
"No, I've masturbated. It's not the same thing. At a very young age,
Androsians learn selfgratification. I learned to masturbate at the age of 9
by sticking my fingers into myself and moving them in and out until I
ejaculated a slick white fluid, just like Harlan just did."
"Hey."
"Okay, not JUST like Harlan just did."
"How old are you now?"
"14."
"No way. I'm 14," said Cat.
"And I'm 17. You've got to be about 20. Are you adjusting for our time
keeping system?"
"Yes. I'm 14 of your years old. The average life span of my race is 60
years. We end our primary education at the age of 9 and then some of us,
myself included, go on to higher education. I became a glaactic surveyor at
the age of 13. A few of your months ago, I was assigned my survey craft and
sent on my way, and the rest is history.
"Wow," Catalina interjected, sitting her still naked butt down on the
bed spread. "We're like, not even out of high school yet."
"A priviledge of longer life spans," offered Nindam.
"So we're like, really the same age?"
"It would appear so. So I ask you again, if you're so increduloud that
someone like me hasn't had sex yet, why haven't you, Catalina?"
"Again, I don't want to get pregnant."
"Can't you just hold it in?"
"Yeah, for about 9 months, and then..."
"No, I mean can't you just will yourself not to get pregnant?"
"I've been doing it since I entered High School."
Exasperated, Nindam turned around to sit croslegged on the bed spread
with Catalina to face her more directly when they talked. "I mean, an
Androsian male can have sex with as many women as he wants to and not get
any of them pregnant. Can't you do something like that?"
Flabbergasted, Catalina said, "No. We can't do anything like that. Human
sex is pretty much a tab A into slot B affair. Once you do that, you're
pretty much done except for the birthing part."
"Hmmm, during sex, I have to conciously allow my body to emit a certain
reproductive hormone in my vagina. Only once my partner's penis has been
subjected to this chemical signal can she drawn my seed into her body to
become pregnant."
"Wow. I wish I had something like that. I'd have proably fucked half the
Academy baseball team by now, but once a boy leaves his cum inside my vagina,
it's only a matter of time before one of my eggs gets fertilized and
implants in my womb. Then, I'd be well, and truely, fucked."
"We do have condoms onboard, you know, Cat," Harlan offered up.
"Where? I've never seen any condom dispensers onboard. Besides, those
things are unreliable. I wouldn't have sex with any of the guys on board
even with one. Hell, come to think of it. I wouldn't have sex with any of
the guys onboard even without one."
"In the pack I brought aboard, I have a whole roll."
"Why would you have a whole roll of condoms in your pack when we first
snuck aboard the Christa. We were just coming onboard to sneak around and
explore. We were going to be going back to the Academy before lights out."
"Maybe that was your plan, but I was hoping for something bigger."
"Why, Harlan Band, you little pervert. You were hoping to get me alone
over here while the other kids went exploring, weren't you."
"Quite frankly, yes."
"Why not?" Harlan asked, testing his undewar to see if it had dried
enough to pull back up. "What's wrong with me?"
"What's wrong with you? I'll tell you what's wrong with you. You're
conceited. The plan always has to go your way or you'll sabotage it. You're
impulsive. I can't count the number of times you've almost gotten the
Christa blown up by jumping into situations you have no knowledge of."
"I've also saved all of our asses in every one of those incidents."
"Saved us from your own mistakes."
"Well, how about you? Why would anyone want to get close to you? You're
a snob, if someone doesn't know as much as you about a subject, you snub
them. Must be why you talk to that imaginary friend of yours, Suzy."
"She is not imaginary. She's from another dimension, and we communicate
telepathicly."
"Whatever. You're also a smart ass, who refuses to admit when she
DOESN'T know everything, and you're a loud mouth."
"I'm from Saturn, duh!"
"Okay, rainbow head. Explain how when you found out about Nindam, why
you couldn't just keep it to yourself? Huh? Why'd you feel the need to come
bursting into the boy's quarters and drag me, ME of all people, down here to
confront him about it? Is it because you can't keep a secret?"
"Alrght, I guess I can't keep secrets very well."
"Alright. Alright. The both of you. I think I've heard enough. The sum
of the situation is that we are still three young virgins or two seemingly
compatible species sitting naked in a private room. Now, what do you propose
we do about it?"
"Compatible?" asked Harlan.
"Well, seemingly."
"Uh uh. Sorry. I don't fuck outside my own species."
"Wait a minute. You just got through saying how you wanted to have sex
with me, and I'm a Saturnian."
Saturnians and terrans aren't all that far apart. You used to be humans
just like me, and you sttled the moons around Saturn."
"Well, don't I recall a rumor going around about you before we left?
About you and a certain"
"Okay, okay, let's just say I'm a confirmed heterosexual." Turning to
Nindam, he said, "Even if tab A would fit into slot B. No offense."
"None taken."
Feeling his underwar one last time, Harlan decided they were dry
enough to pull back up and did so, followed by his pants, followed by him
walking out the door to leave the other two still sitting naked on the bed.
"Don't be a stranger!" Nindam jokinging called after him, making
Catalina giggle.
"So, what do you want to do? In the mood for a little girl talk? Perhaps
we could swap boy stories?"
Catalina giggled a little harder.
"I love your laugh. Your face lights up when giggle."
Catalina blushed at the compliment. "Actually, That's more Rosie's
deprtment."
"Rosie was the little pink kid?"
"Yeah. She's from Mercury, another planet in my home system."
"So, tell me," Nindam said stretching out on the bed, "Is Harlan really
the only guy on the ship you have an aversion to having sex with?"
"Well, his dick is so big. It'd probably hurt me even if I tried it."
"To tell you the truth, I thought it was a little big myself. I mean,
even compared to Androsian women, he is quite well endowed. But, back to my
question. There are other guys onboard, no?"
"Well, there's Bova. He's way to young for me, besides he'd probably
electrocute me during his orgasm."
"Anyone else?"
"There's Commander Goddard. He's way too old for me. He'd never be able
to get over the taboo of pedophila to consent. And Radu's... Radu."
"What's wrong with Radu?"
"Radu's an Andromedan."
"And you don't like Andromedans?"
"No, no, it's nothing like that. Andromedans were a slave race,
geneticly engineered to serve. They've been liberated for a couple of
centuries, but..."
"But?"
"But they're geneticly engineered, not bred. Andromedans can't have sex.
I think that's probably why he's so uptight."
"Any other men?"
"That's it..." Cat replied, reclining on her side of the bed to look
Nindam in the eyes again, " except for you, but you'll probably be moving on
after a short visit, am I right?"
Nindam nodded, "That's my job. I go from place to place, exploring, and
after two Androsian years, report back with my findings. I can't stay too
long in any one place. Any of the women you find alluring?"
Catalina was speachless, "The women? My god, you've got to be kidding."
"What? You don't have homo or bisexuality in your race? Harlan just
made a pretty sharp point of claiming to be hetero."
"Well, yes, there are homosexuals and bisexuals, even at the Academy,
but I..."
"Tell me about the other girls, anyway."
"Well, uh, there's Rosie, again too young, and Mrs. Davenport, again too
old. Furthermore, Mrs. Davenport is my teacher. How could I get through the
rest of my education stuck aboard the Christa having a sexual relationship
with my teacher?"
"Wasn't there another older woman aboard?"
"Uh, no... Oh! That was Thelma. She's an android. She belongs with the
Christa."
"So, is there no one here for you, Catalina?"
"I didn't used to think so, until now."
"And what's so special about now?"
"Now, you're here."
"And what's so special about me?"
The talk was starting to take a decidedly arousing turn, and the words
were coming in hushed tones.
"You're so tall and strong and..."
"And? Go on, you can say it."
"And sexy."
"So, do you have any compunction against mating outside your own species
like Harlan."
"Well, I'd never really thought about it much."
"And now?" Nindam asked bringing his face closer to Cat's.
"No, I have no inhibitions regarding sex with another race."
Nindam reached out and placed a firm kiss on Catalina's lips, ending the
conversation.
Cat pressed back, abandoning herself to the oral union. Nindam reached
up with his left arm, the arm he was laying on, to caress his hand over the
right side of Cat's face. His right hand reached over to hold to Catalina's
left forearm. Cat grabbed Nindam's right elbow to lock them in place just as
they were.
Kiss after kiss was exchanged, culminating in the probing of tongues as
the two youths pour themselves into each other. Nindam finally pulled on
Catalina's arm to roll her over on top of himself.
"No, hold it. Wait a minute."
"What? Did I do something wrong?"
"No," Cat said as she kicked the remnants of her jumpsuit and panties off
her ankles and off the end of the bed with her shoes. "Everthing's just
right."
Cat cimbed up on top of Nindam as he guided her into place.
"Oh, I love you small tits. I love how they feel pressed into my chest."
"And I love your chest. So big and strong." Cat leaned down to place a
sucking kiss on Nindam's left nipple.
"Oh, Cat. That feels wonderful. My nipples always get so tender during
sex."
"Mmm, mine too."
"I thought you were a virgin."
"You're not the only one in this room who knows how to masturbate with a
vagina." She went back to tonguing and sucking both of his nipples in turn.
"Oh, I wish you'd stop that."
"Huh?"
"Just for now. I want this to last as long as possible. Exploring the
universe alone is such a lonely job."
"Tell me about it." Catalina humed her hips against Nindam's left thigh
and felt her own left thigh rubbing against his labia. The wetness she felt
rub off onto her leg backed up what Nindam was saying about being too turned
on.
"Oh, you're so wet. Is this normal for you?"
"Yes. Androsian males can tend to get very dehydrated during sex."
"Have you ever been with another guy?"
"Uh, no. I've never had sex, remember?"
"Yeah, but you were so intent on getting me thinking about homosexual
encounters with my fellow female crewmembers. How about you? You ever
fantasized about being with another Androsian male? Every thought about
fingering or sucking another guy's twat?"
"Twat?"
"Cunt, pussy, lovebox, you know, vagina."
"Well, to tell you the truth," Nindam said catching Catalina's engorged
labia in his left hand, "I've always found my hands to be able to do all the
fantasizing for me. With that, he extended his middle finger and inserted it
to the hilt into Cat's moist vagina.
"Oh! Nindam!" Catalina exclaimed and tried to rise up off of his
intruding digit, but to no avail. When Nindam left his finger deeply
embedded in Cat's cunt, she began settling back down to enjoy her
fingerfucking. "Oh, Nindam, that feels great."
When he began pistoning his digit in and out, he heard Cat catch her
breath. "Oh, this is far better than when I frig myself in private,"
Catalina admitted between gasps.
"You feel just like I do inside, did you know that, Cat?" Nindam asked
before reapplying his lips to hers to stiffle any possible answer. Together
the naked couple lurched together on the bed in wet ecstasy. Catalina had
Nindam pinned to the bed with her lithe body, and Nindam had catalina pinned
to himself with a firm embrace from his right arm, his hand rubbing her back
on the way up her neck to hold a handful of her hair as they kissed over
every square inch of each other's faces. Catalina had slowly taken over her
own fingerfucking, until Nindam simply held his hand stationary on his
thigh and Catalina's own humping action pulled her off of Nindam's erect
finger and then plunged her back down upon it, her juices flowing readily
out over his hand with each downward stroke.
Catalina's breats were rubbing back and forth over Nindam's well muscled
chest providing that last iota of stimulation needed to send Cat over the
edge and it wasn't long before she sat bolt upright, Nindam's hand leaving
her rainbow colored hair in a shambles. Catalina spread her knees as far
apart as she could to remove all of her support and apply her full weight to
Nindam's hand, pinning it to his thigh where it had been resting just as
assuredly as if it had been fusion welded there.
"Oh, Ungh! Deeper. Deeper," Catalina cried.
Nindam attempted to oblige her by trying to wiggle his finger where it
was held tightly by catalina's Saturnian vagina. He felt her powerful
vaginal muscles involuntarily constrict around his probing digit and
wondered how a phallus such as Harlans could possibly be expected to
penetrate a, what had she called it? A twat such as this. With Catalina's
full weight, slight though it was, pressing down on his hand, Nindam's
manipulations were restricted somewhat. All the same, Catalina was rocketted
to new heights of pleasure she'd never experienced before and had to force
herself not to let out a 125 dB orgasmic scream.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh." Catalina tried to hump Nindam's finger deeper into her
pussy, but her orgasm was fading despite her most urgent attempts to prolong
the rapture. Finally, a deep clensing breath could be heard entering Cat's
lungs as she looked down at her alienlover. "Oh, Nindam, no one's ever done
anything like that for me before... or to me. That was wonderful."
"Yes, well, could you kindly get up a bit. My hand is cramping."
"Oh, yes." Catalina brought her thighs together around Nindam's and that
gave him ample room to remove his finger from her wetness. The digit seemed
to be acting as a stopper and with its removal, more spend poured out of
Catalina's labia, down her legs, and onto Nindam's thigh. Looking at his
lover's pussy, he could see her lips were still engorged and bright pink, as
his own were. Her vaginal secretions had wetted down her pubic hair, which
in her arousal had become rainbow colored to match her hair.
Nindam brought his fingers covered in catalina's punk to his face to
examine it. It didn't smell like either his own spend or like that of any
Androsian woman he'd ever known of. "Mmmm, strange, exotic," Nindam offered,
bring his hand to his mouth. Licking his hand relatively clean, he admitted,
"I like your taste. Not sure how it'll compare to the women on my homeworld
when I get back."
"Just speak well of me when you're there."
"Oh, I will. You taste... like cinnamon."
"I do? Don't know how that can be. There's no cinnamon onboard."
"There seems to be some inboard," Nindam said returning his finger to
Catalina's pussy, rubbing it back and forth through her labia to collect
more of her spend to suck off.
"Mmmm, that feels good. I wonder what you taste like." With that,
Catalina scooted down between Nindam's legs and tried to tell herself that
she wasn't about to suck another girl's pussy, but was really having sex
with a big, strong, hansdsome guy. It didn't really take much convincing.
Nindam was at least as wet as she was and he hadn't even had an orgasm
yet, or at least catalina wasn't aware of any orgasm he might have had. When
she put her face into Nindam's pussy and began licking away at anything in
sight, she heard a most manly groan emanate from deep within his throat.
Catalina looked up to ask, "You like?"
"Yes, don't stop. I want to cum all over your face."
Returning for a moment to her ministrations on this handsome Androsian's
cunt, she spoke again, "You're so wet. You seem to be cumming right now. You
taste like... shrimp," and then she abandoned herself to her meal.
"No, Androsian males get very wet during sex. It'll be a little while
before I cum. I promise. I want this to LAST." His voice crescendo when Cat
licked hard over the Androsian equivalent of a clitoris.
Cat diverted her tonguing away from that spot in the hopes that Nindam
would stay the distance. She lapped at the salty taste of Nindam's spend in
a futile attempt to take it all in. There was far too much for that task to
be successful. Cat would roll up her tongue in an attempt to drive it as far
up her lover's cunt as she could. Straining against her own mouth, she
plunged her tongue in and out of Nindam's steadily flowing lovebox. FInally,
when her tongue was as far inside Nindam as she had ever been, another flood
of punk hit her so hard it forced her tongue out and the salty, shrimplike
flavour grew almost distasteful.
"Ugh!" Was all Nindam could emit as he gripped the bed spread with both
hands and his entire being tensed up to steellike strength. Catalina had
frontrow seats to the wildest sex show she'd ever seen. Unlike her own
orgasm in which her vaginal muscles constricted tightly, Nindam's orgasm had
his vagina opening as widely as Catalina had ever seen an orafice on a body
open, save a mouth. Catalina was sure that she could have inserted her hand
into the gaping orafice in front of her. But that wasn't the most amazing
part of Nindam's orgasm.
From far up within the depths of Nindam's cunt, his equivalent of a
glans was spraying thick, white, greasy Androsian sprem down the length of
his pussy, and in the absence of an intruding Androsian female penis, out
from between his spread labia and onto Catalina's face. Spurt after spurt,
nearly 8 in all, each just as powerful as the last flew forth from Nindam's
twat to bath first Cat's face and then, as she rose up on her elbows, her
chest in Androsian semen.
Finally, the flow ebbed to a trickle and his vagina muscles relaxed,
allowing his labia to come back together. This also forced the last generous
measure of his spunk to ooze from between them, down his buttocks and onto
the bed spread. Slowly, Nindam released his death grip on the bed and began
breathing again.
At first, Nindam had lost the power of speach, as Harlan had, but he was
soon able to gasp out the words, "Thank you, my lovely catalina." before
collapsing back down to the pillow.
'Allinall.' thought Cat, 'I think he enjoyed his cum much more than I
enjoyed mine. If that's possible.'
Eventually, Nindam propped himself back up on his elbows and motioned
for Cat to come back up on top of him, where he embraced her and her cum
covered tits to him, "That was the single most elegant event of my life,
Catalina, and I'm glad it was with you."
"Ditto," Cat said from between cum covered lips.
"We'd better get showered again. Your friends might get the idea we're
in here making mad, passionate love."
"Wouldn't want that, would we?"
The two satiated young people rose from their wet resting place and
walked arminarm intot he lavatory where Nindam drank what seemed to be a
gallon of water and then the both of them took a sonic shower together. Had
the shower offered water as well, they would have used that option, even so,
the wetness of their mutual spend on each others' skin made a very
pleasurable sensation as the ultrasonic vibrations cleaned it from their
bodies.
"We'll have to pretend that none of this happened for the rest of the
few days you plan to spend with us, but in the meantime, I hope we get to do
it again."
"As do I, Catalina."
Cat stepped back into her panties and socks, and then pulled her
jumpsuit back on and zipped it up.
"Maybe we'll have another chance tomorrow, say 1100 hours? THat's when
my shift on the bridge ends and we don't have classes for another 4 hours."
"Okay." Catalina's face glowed as she smiled at her lover before picking
up her shoes and quietly tiptoing back down the hall to the jump tube.

Dropping from the jump tube into the girl's quarters, Cat listened
intently for any sign that Rosie was less than sound asleep. She was. Cat
skinned herself back out of her jumpsuit in preparation for bed. Tomorrow
will have to be a skirt day. She also had designs on using her dildo during
their next lovemaking session. She wasn't proud of having such a
contraption, but it was a desperation buy. Not being able to go openly to
places where such products could be had, she had to settle for what she
could siripticiously buy by alternate means. It was a double ended dildo
that she'd never imagined having an excuse to use both ends at the same
time. This would be her excuse.
A warm glow covering her body, Cat slipped between her sheets. Cat
normally slept in a nightgown, but it didn't seem right right now, and her
panties and socks provided ample covering, as far as sleepwear. Placing a
hand over her covered mound, she could still sense the slight numbness of
her frigging. Sit a very satisfied grin on her face, Catalina drifted off to
sleep.

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