Meeting an Alien
Copyright© 2023 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 17
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 17 - A merchant seaman, Tom, is forced to retire when his ship is sold for scrap. He's a senior ship's engineer. He returns home, buys an RV, and begins an extended vacation across the southern states by going west. An alien had to land in the Arizona desert to make ship repairs. Of course, he has lots of advanced tech on his ship. Tom rescues the alien, a ditz that got himself into trouble. They become fast friends. Our alien, Drozul, does Tom a big favor by fixing a birth defect in Tom. Starts slow
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Coercion Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens DoOver Extra Sensory Perception Time Travel Mother Daughter DomSub Harem Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Male Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female First Lactation Massage Oral Sex Safe Sex Big Breasts Body Modification Size Small Breasts Nudism
I blew my wad in Night Star as deep as I could. I held her ass as I pulsed and pulsed.
“AHHhhhhhhh ... That was fun.”
I pulled her down and kissed Night Star firmly. She got right into my tongue play. I stayed hard and inside her as we kissed. I felt her titties up. I appreciated her renewed body. Her skin felt simply incredible. She loved it when I grabbed each areola and rotated them a few degrees. I felt her need because she got hotter inside and she started to hump back again without care.
I silently sent, “99, set the altitude at five feet over the ocean, please.”
“Five feet.”
I said, “Drop Night Star and I in the ocean together.”
I grabbed Night Star’s ass cheeks firmly as we splashed down into the ocean. She looked at me in fear.
“WHAT ARE...?”
I injected, “Relax sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
I was still nestled very deep inside Night Star’s pussy. I kept pulling her to me and releasing her. After a half minute, she relaxed; she came back to me mentally and began to fuck me back. She really doubled down, and her movements got frantic.
I felt her cum again, “WHHHAAAaaaaaaa ... OHHhhh -uh - uh - uh - uh - ummmm...”
Her pussy pulsed on me. I was tempted but knew I may need my cum later. I could cum on demand. I preferred holding off and allowing myself to get more excited with the women I ‘impregnate. It made it more exciting for me.
Night Star moved her legs higher and held me to her using her calves. This left my balls dangling free in the water. That felt odd.
99 sent, “There is a large school of mackerel immediately aft of us.”
I sent, “99’ keep them back.”
I sent, “Jade, do you know how to cook mackerel?”
“Jade said, “Does a male water buffalo like to fight for mates in springtime?”
“Huh? Well, anyway, get two light rods with small lures.”
“Jade sent, “We’ll be right there.”
I maneuvered Night Star and myself over to the starboard stairs; we’re still quite joined at our organs. I helped her out and then followed her. I liked the view I got as she opened her legs to climb aboard. Her pussy was still gaping and started to close as I toyed with her butt. She looked back at me, miffed. I sensed she secretly liked it. Any attention, sometimes, is better than no attention at all.
I took Night Star up the stairs and into the bathroom. I turned on the water and washed her quickly, and she washed me. I left her hair as-is. I would let one of the women show her how to use shampoo and cream rinse later. I knew nothing about dealing with braids.
We dried and we went aft to watch Jade and Aalea. Each woman was on a bottom stair step at the stern. They both had a small spinner rig with a jig that had green-yellow rubber hairs hiding the hook. 99’ would drive right through the middle of the school of mackerel. They would hook one or two mackerel during each pass. It’s a young school of fish, so there are various sizes of small fish, from 1 pound to three or more.
99’ would turn and go ninety degrees around the school before making the next pass through the school. 99’ copied what game fish do; they sweep through the school of fish, grabbing what they want.
Tall Woman showed up and looked. “Too many fish.” She grabbed a bucket full of fish and disappeared. She ported to her village.
She sent to me that she was giving a fish to every widow and single woman in the village.
She sent me a vid of her first visit to a widow for me to watch. She kissed the woman’s lips as she said, “My husband caught too many fish this morning. Please take this before my wikiup gets smelly.”
Always have to pass on some Exo’s. By now, we had lost track of who we smooched and who we had not.
The woman giggled and told Tall, “Thank you for thinking of me.”
Tall Woman left the remainder with her mother, Gentle Doe. Her parents would distribute them to a few elderly people.
By now, our kissing people at each meeting had become a thing. The people in the village all exchanged kisses and partial hugs now. Usually, you get closer hugs from good friends and relatives. The neat part was we had accidentally created a good way for Exo’s to be spread long after we left. Everyone liked this new custom. Everyone had got their health boost.
Tall Woman and I had AIs, so we could make changes to select people. Plus my added benefit, I got the enjoyment of passing on babies.
I came to the realization that with this kissing custom, locally accepted and enjoyed by all,. The Lenape natives would eventually spread Exo’s far and wide amongst their peoples. Mission accomplished!
The tingly feeling a new person gets on their lips when kissed has a psychological component to it. It just feels right. We have all become -natural- kissing addicts.
With that, We didn’t need to stay here to spread Exo’s any longer.
The health mission was effectively done. We were here only for the entertainment channel now. I was over that part.
I had 99’ show me a close-up video of my dear mother-in-law, Gentle Doe, changing clothes. She was looking very pretty now. We had programmed the Exo’s to leave a dusting of gray in Gentle Doe’s hair. With her clothes off, she looked like a very fit 25-year-old babe. Her boobs were a nice B or even a C with no sag. She has wide tan areolas and fat chewy-looking nipples. “I bet my father-in-law, Swift Creek, loved her even more now.”
Tall Woman came back to the ship, and we had a quick breakfast of toaster waffles. Jenny makes them for us from scratch.
Tall Woman and Night Star left for the wikiup, for the day. I think it’s too early for me to meet Speckled Deer, the hunter. For something to do, I had 99 pull up six potential female contestants for impregnation.
He was way ahead of me. He showed me several likely young women. One woman was very light-colored. I clicked on her pictures and saw her nude video. Happy Dancer is 5’ 7” and 155 pounds. She is married and has no children. She is fertile at this minute which poses the question, is her man broke-dick, so to speak?
Happy Dancer lived in the area we knew as New Jersey. We soon snagged her from inside her wikiup. I had 99 deliver her to my hot tub. I was laying in it, and she was lowered onto my hard cock.
I took her arms in my hands as she remained muddled and looked at me strangely.
I said, “Are you in my dream time, or am I in yours? You feel too good on me for you to be a dream. Look around, for you are in heaven.”
She looked about her, “I was in my wikiup sewing. Now, somehow, you are inside of me. This must be a dream, I fell asleep. My husband has not been good to me. He does not excite me. I must have dreamed of you because you are precisely what I need. You are so very big inside me. I feel complete for the first time. I am a sizeable woman and needed this for a long time.
Izzets sent, “She is fine in all respects. I think her husband may have a problem.”
I said, ‘Lovely Happy Dancer, in this dream, did you wish to become pregnant?”
She said, “I have been wanting a baby for too long. Are you going to give me one?”
I said, “Yes. I am going to give you a big strapping son. You and I are both fairly large and so will he be. He will give you many grand-babies. Are you ready for a son?”
She said, “More than anything, my dream lover. Give me a strong, handsome son to hold and to love.”
I said, “The spirits won’t let you mention me. This is their secret.”
I chewed on her left nipple, but the position was not right. I slid my hand under her bottom and ticked her anus with my finger.
“Oh, Oh! What are you doing? That is so awful. Why would you do this forbidden thing?”
I said, “Because you secretly wanted me to. I felt you squeezed me when I touched you. You did want this.”
She started shaking and lurching hard against me as I pushed a finger slightly inside her bum. The special Heillizdt hot tub liquid made a good lubricant. By the time I had the second digit in her ass, she started to go lunatic. Her hips were already worming and squirming; now she went ape shit.
I got bruised up by her, but it was worth the ride.
She said, “WHAAAaaa. That is so nasty, I am going to faint, Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh, OH, OH, OH, FUCK!. Fuhkkk me, Dreammm Man. OHhhhhhhh ... Give me our son.
I joined her. “Ohhh Fucking SHIT! Yesssss...!”
There are tight pussies. Happy Dancer is not one of them. She is big and stacked but has a soft mushy-like pussy. She was extra lubricated so that she was slick on the inside. Her looseness contributed to a whole new and different feel.
I knew you could fuck this woman all day long without getting sore. That did not matter to me because my Exo’s would prevent friction burn anyway. It was her tightening up very tight when she climaxed. That eventually triggered my orgasm.
She had clamped down so firmly at the end that I could barely move inside her.
I like Happy Dancer’s body. She is very tall and has a lot of meat on her bones. She’s not fat; she’s deliciously packed. Her velvet-like skin feels nice and once I got her interested in fucking, she was able to cum. Ya, Her hubby was a wastrel.
I actually like the loose feel of her cunt. For it was a cunt. She has a big pussy with prominent puffy labia. They are so plump and cushy. I feel them cradling my cock entirely at every stroke. It contributed to the well-padded feel of her big pussy.
I sent, “Tuucco, put her to sleep for a minute.’
She has big tits, and my current position was not good for playing with those big tits of hers; she was too close. I was leaning back at an angle. I also wanted to add mystery to her dream. I shifted the big gal around and slid out from under her.
I got up and went down to the main deck. I was glad the hot tub magic liquid slid off as you left the tub. You are dry by the time you begin to walk away. I went outside to the queen-size chaise lounge and lay down on it.
“99, turn her around in the reverse cowgirl position and bring her to me. Ease her back down on me.”
99 sent, “You are truly a kinky man, Tom.
I held my member as she materialized above me and began to lower onto it. She had been turned around and set back down. I slid up into her easily.
I sat up and put both hands on her soft D tits. She had a big pair for a native gal. I enjoyed how her feminine body felt. I trailed my hand down to below her belly button. Her tummy is soft.
“Wake her up now, Tuucco.”
This time, she jumped. She turned around to see who was fucking her.
“Dream man?”
I said, “Yes, my dream woman?”
She said, “I am here again?”
I said, “Yes, I see you Dream Woman. The spirits have brought you back. I have only given you your first son. They demand that he have a brother. We must mate again for you to have your second son.”
I hefted her big tits and felt her up good.
“You need your second son, so we must do this a second time. Can you feel me hard inside you again?”
She chuckled, “How can I not feel your giant log inside me? It makes me very happy down there. This is going to be my best dream ever. I will remember this in my old age when I see my big sons. I will feel it here and get wet at your memory.”
She squeezed my cock with her cunt for emphasis.
Many women with big tits like rough play. The nerve endings in their big tits are spread over a much wider area. They need you to be a little more robust handling them to get the best excitement from their tits. I began to really manhandle those big puppies. We slowly screwed as she started to get sweaty, working herself on top of me.
Happy Dancer turned slightly to kiss me. She turned out to be quite the kisser. We were grinding against each other, and she had her tongue in my mouth. I pinched her nipples hard and she screamed.
“AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEeeeeeeeee... SO BIG It hurts so good. DO ME. DO IT TO ME HARD!”
I did not cum a second time.
I sent, “Tuucco or 99, put her asleep, please.”
This was all for her. I enjoyed being in her comfortable ultra-plus pussy.
I knew she’d had a rough life so far. Happy dreams would help her in the coming years. Being a native female in this grievous place was rough.
Unlike other parts of the country, the Delaware area has few game animals. Consequently, deer were overhunted. Rabbits and squirrels never quite filled your belly. Add a husband that was hard to deal with. Happy Dancer had it rough. I was surprised she was such a sweet woman.
I sent, “Izzets, when you put your marker in her, arrange for her egg to split as we did with Dancing Chipmunk. It occurred to me that doubling them all would spread the genome and male Exo’s sooner by doubling the male births. This means those women need to be monitored through their markers to be sure they get enough food to eat. Their Exo’s will keep them healthy if they get enough food.”
She sent, “Ahh, good insight. It did not occur to me that they could have problems with obtaining food. We do not have this problem.”
I sent, “99’ put her in her wigwam on her bed. Wake her up in a few minutes. She will be wondering if it was all in her dreams.”
99’ sent, “Not so; sensors show she will feel you in her vagina for at least a day. You two overdid it.”
I said, “Good deal. Is Speckled Deer back yet?”
99’ sent, “Not even close. Something got one of Chulëns’ snared rabbits and it followed Chulëns’ scent to most of his other snares. He is having to reset his whole route. Paw prints show it was a raccoon.”
I said, “Raccoons are sneaky little shits with a lot of dexterity in their little hands.”
99 sent, “So it would seem.”
I went to the nav table and said, “Show me my choices for my next contestant on ‘The Price is Pregnancy’ show.”
The screen materialized with my choices. I clicked on several of the choices, but they did not trip my trigger. They were only typical-looking, and their basic look and subdued manner did not interest me anymore. The average size native woman has a similar body weight and a similar height. Unfortunately, they looked much alike and felt much alike. Was it them, or me? I had no idea. I just knew I was tired.