“Murisk,” he murmured. She pointed to the Ute. He pressed the button and repeated the words. He seemed less afraid of the machine now. That was one big difference between these people and Earthlings of the 16th century, she realized. The Devonites were more willing to adapt to change. A device like this on Earth during that time would’ve sent most men screaming, only to return later to burn Beth at the stake. Perhaps they didn’t have the strong religious influences that they have on Earth.
She touched other body parts, her arm, her head, her leg, getting the humanoid’s response in return. Beth was beginning to feel a certain kinship with this man. So she stroked the outside of his loincloth and said, “Penis.”
Confusion flitted across his face. He pulled at the loincloth. “Naronga?”
Beth slid her hand past the leather thong holding the garment into place and let her hand touch his cock. “Penis,” she repeated. It twitched and began to stiffen in her hand. My god, it’s huge, she thought.
He smiled and looked down. “Gangar,” he said softly. Beth took the Ute from his unresisting finger and repeated the words. “I’ll bet that’s not the only word you have for it, huh?”
Spike surprised her when he reached out and cupped his hand over her bare mound, letting his fingers cover her cleft. “Slokuna,” he whispered.
Gee, which word should I use? The politically correct word or one of the many risque ones? “Vagina,” she whispered back. “It’s also known as cunt, pussy, or Beth’s pleasure palace.” She giggled.
“What the hell are you doing?” Beth was mortified to hear Greta’s voice. The headache pills must be working.
“Uh, oh—sorry, commander. I was just, um, helping Spike here, uh…”
“Never mind. I don’t want to know. As an anthropologist, I’m assuming you’re just doing research. But you’d better be careful—you might learn a lot more than you wanted to.”
Embarrassed, Beth slipped away from the man. He cocked his head, his brow furrowing. He said something. There was an edge to his voice. Beth glanced down to see his penis tenting his loincloth.
“Uh, oh,” Beth said. “I think I may have started something.” She shook her head. Spike grabbed her and pulled her close, rubbing his erection against her.
“Oh, god. Get a room.”
“Shit. I didn’t mean to tease him like this, Commander. I was just trying to program the Ute—”
“Sure you were. And a very effective job you’re doing, I can see. As mission commander, you know I’ll have to report everything I observe.” Beth blanched. Greta grinned, then covered her face with the cloth. “OK, I won’t watch. But it’s going to be harder not to listen, you know.”
Beth was being pulled over to the man’s bedding mat in one corner. “Oh, god, no!” How could she get herself into this situation? Had she secretly wanted to arouse him? Why else would she tease him?
There was something about this man she liked, she had to admit. He wasn’t cruel like many of the others appeared to be. He was intelligent and curious, just like Beth. And he was big. At 6-3, he towered over Beth’s 5-4 frame. But this man clearly wanted her and didn’t care if she carried a few extra pounds. That alone made her wet. Why shouldn’t she get laid once in a while, even if it is with a being from another planet?
“OK, Commander, I’m only doing this in the interests of science,” she breathed.
“I’m not list-en-ing,” Greta sang out, her fingers in her ears.
Spike pulled her down roughly. She felt delicate in his arms. Beth tried to be at least somewhat objective in order to learn more about this sister race. When he pulled his loincloth aside, she studied his cock. Yes, it was very similar to human cocks. Bulbous head, thick shaft. And about a full size larger. She felt an urge to kiss it, but didn’t know if that was the custom here. Instead, she stroked it gently, letting her fingers play up and down the large shaft, imagining it inside her. Suddenly, Beth felt herself becoming very wet.
Spike eased between her legs. She spread them almost eagerly. This man—this humanoid—wanted her! He had to have her. She wasn’t going to deny him. Beth reached up and kissed him on the mouth. He smiled and kissed her back.
What do you know? Another human trait the species share!
She reached down and opened herself for him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. I haven’t been laid in more than a year! Still, it was risky, she knew. This species’ sperm could be harmful to humans. There could be microbes we have no defense against. Even as these thoughts raced through her mind, Spike pressed his alien cock into her. It was a tight fit at first. He wiggled and pressed, even as her pussy gushed fluids to coat his enormous tool. It didn’t take long before she felt his balls slap against her ass.
Beth widened her legs and sighed deeply. He filled her completely. “Size does matter,” she whispered.
Spike pumped into her in earnest. He did not seem concerned for her pleasure, only his. Still, she was getting plenty from this close encounter of the third kind. Or maybe it’s the fourth kind.
Beth felt an orgasm rapidly approaching. How could this be? We’re not supposed to be compatible. Spike pulled her legs up over his shoulders, bending her almost in half. It allowed his cock to plunge deeper into her. The sensation was overpowering. Her orgasm was nearing, nearing. She began to make inarticulate noises in her throat. She didn’t care if Greta could hear—in fact, she was no longer aware her commander was in the room.
He thrust hard and she felt his sperm squirt into her. The action triggered her own climax and she gasped and cried and shook all over as the emotions rocked her. “Sweet Jesus! Oh god!”
Thankfully, there was silence from Greta.
Spike pulled out and stood up. He said a few more words to her, then adjusted his loincloth and went to the water bucket for a drink. Beth was incapable of movement. She lay there, spread wide open, spent. She could feel his fluids leaking from her. My god! I’ve just been fucked by an alien!
When she was finally able to regain control of her limbs, she rolled over and sat up. More fluids gushed from her. She looked down, amazed. The men on this planet come a gallon, she observed. No, she said to herself. Let’s be more scientific. Maybe it’s just a quarter-cup. Still, it’s a lot compared to mere Earth men.
Groggily, she got to her feet. Spike was saying something to her, pointing. She looked and saw a fireplace in the corner, same as at Lumpy’s house. He mimed putting food in his mouth. He wants me to cook after this experience? God, some male characteristics are universal, she mused.
Beth dragged herself to the fire. The coals were still glowing from a previous meal, so it was easy for her to add some kindling to rekindle a flame. She added wood. Looking around, she wondered what kind of food they had on this planet. Beth was a good cook—but the food here might not be edible for an Earthling. At a minimum, it might taste bad.
She opened a cabinet near the fireplace and rooted around. There was a half loaf of a dark bread. She sniffed it. It smelled vaguely like rye bread. A bowl contained some wilting vegetables, including what could pass for mushrooms. And wrapped in burlap there was a steak of some sort that smelled like it had been left too long in the sun. Beth wrinkled her nose.
“Oh, boy,” she whispered, “roast beast.”
Chapter 20
Kate Dyson was hot and thirsty. She had underestimated the amount of water she would need to walk thirty-five kilometers in this heat. It must be 110 degrees here. Trapped out on the plain, she was beginning to wonder if she would be able to make it.
She paused and slathered on more sunscreen. Her coveralls had proved to be far too hot for this environment, yet she hated to abandon them. Now she had them draped over her head like a turban, shielding her face from the unrelenting sun. Kate was dressed in her tee-shirt, bright pink panties and boots. She had taken off her bra a few miles back and buried it in the sand. Wouldn’t want the natives to stumble across it. Might use it as a slingshot, she giggled. She knew the heat was beginning to affect her judgment.