First Contact
written by:
JL

FIRST CONTACT

After a few months, everyone on the starship stopped wearing clothes. Being naked all the time saved on resources, and the eight-member crew had little personal privacy anyway. After a day or so, everyone got comfortable being nude together.

But it did present a few distractions.

***

Captain and Mission Commander Jean Barclay kept her blonde hair cut short for zero-gravity work. Fortunately the Nova Voyager's s engines provided a half-gee of gravity most of the time, but her boobs still tended to bounce in interesting ways when she moved. Right now she sat at the small table in the staff room for their daily meeting, and she tried to control her thoughts as she looked at her naked crew.

Astronauts chosen for long interstellar missions had to be in top physical shape. And this crew could get anyone hot and bothered, even when they were fully dressed.

Despite their months of nudity together, they still had some trouble keeping their minds focused on work. The computer ran the ship's systems, so often they had little to do except for basic maintenance and the occasional report back to Earth. Sex had become the crew's principal form of exercise and recreation. And the lack of private areas on the small starship (their bunks were too small to accommodate more than one body comfortably) meant that sexual activity took place in full view of everyone. And it usually meant that everyone joined in, in every combination imaginable.

"Next item on the agenda." She glanced at Artie Forrester, their doctor. "Report on your latest physical exams?"

"No unwanted pregnancies, no STDs, mental health good overall, and the usual aches and pains and sprains." He shrugged. His bare chest was hairy and muscular. "We're all in good shape."

"I'll say." That came from Nara Otana, their Nigerian engineer. Her big tits shook as she giggled. "Sorry."

Jackson Gilroy, the communication specialist, leaned back in his chair. His penis rose as he grinned at Nara. "Unfortunately, we have a transmission to earth scheduled for tomorrow. Which means we'll have to put on clothes."

Groans greeted this announcement. "I don't remember where my clothes are," Cherie Littleson complained.

"It's only for an hour, people." Jean shared their regret, especially as she gazed at Cherie's firm young tits. "I just hope my uniform doesn't chafe my nipples again."

"I'll help if that happens." Paul Borgen leaned forward. The starship's navigator was a professional when it came to their mission. A tall, slender black man, he also had the longest cock Jean had ever seen.

Jean smiled. "Which brings us to the navigation report."

Paul tapped a key on the computer in front of him. "I'm watching a gravitational anomaly inside a nebula two light-years away, but it shouldn't deflect our course as long as keep our distance. We are on course, ETA at Cygnus-2 system still at two months."

"Plenty of time for more scientific research on the psychological effects of long-term space travel," Artie said.

"You mean fucking." Eileen Stripley was the astrophysicist on the crew. Blunt-spoken and sexy, she had long, athletic legs that she stretched out on the conference table in front of her. The view reminded everyone that she kept her pussy completely shaved.

Jean was glad the crew got along so well, and that no jealousies or homophobia had erupted during their mission. They were exploring a distant star system, and they might be in deep space for years. Sex certainly relieved the boredom and the tension of their mission.

"Then if no one has any other issues to discuss?" She stood up, enjoying the sight of the crew's eyes on her naked body. "Back to work."

"Work?" Cherie looked at Artie's dick. It was thick and rigid. "I think I need a thorough medical probe right now. How about it, doc?"

They were sitting next to each other. Artie put a hand on her thigh. "Open wide and say ‘Ahh.'"

She dropped to her knees beside him and pulled his legs apart. Artie's cock sprang up as she ran her hands up and down his legs. "Ahh," Cherie murmured with a smile, and then she slipped his cock between her lips.

"Ahh . . ." Artie moaned, lifting his hips from the chair as Cherie began to suck him. "I guess that was me. Ohh . . ."

Jean chuckled. Then she walked around the table to Paul. "I'd like you to chart a course for me." She looked down at his dick, sticking up like a steel rod. "Right away."

"At your pleasure, captain." He stood up and began massaging her tits as she reached for his shaft. Paul rubbed her nipples, drawing a sigh from her as she slowly massaged his hard cock.

Just as she was about to pull Paul forward to impale herself on his prick, Jean felt a pair of hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks insistently. She glanced over her shoulder to see Jackson, a wide grin on his face, and felt moisture from the tip of his dick against her leg.

"Okay," she panted, suddenly desperate to get both of their cocks inside her. She pushed Paul gently, and he slid up onto the table, still holding her boobs as she bent down to kiss his prick. She felt Jackson's hands pulling her legs wide, and then his firm cock entered her pussy. She gasped, drooling over Paul's cock, and then she opened her mouth wide and began sucking him as Jackson squeezed her ass and started thrusting, slowly and steadily.

"Oh, captain, my captain," Paul muttered. "That's really good, Jean, really . . . ah, yes!"

Jackson leaned forward to cup one of her tits as Paul rubbed the other one. The feeling of two different hands on her nipples sent Jean's senses reeling. Jackson's prick filled her pussy, and Paul's cock squirmed against her tongue. It's good to be the captain, she thought.

"There she goes again," Eileen said with a mock frown. "Taking more than her share of the men."

"Rank has its privileges and pleasures, I guess." From behind, Nara pressed her nipples against Eileen's back and reached around to stroke her wet pussy. "Fortunately, we're resourceful." She kissed Eileen's shoulder.

"I'd be glad to help you." Reg grinned, his cock straight and hard. "Some people say I've got the stamina of three men."

"And the ego." Eileen laughed, then closed her eyes and leaned back as Nara pushed two fingers into her slit.

Artie stood up from his chair abruptly and lifted Cherie off her feet. She giggled and wrapped her short legs around his waist. The low gravity aboard the starship made certain positions a lot easier. They'd tried turning the gravity off completely, but fucking in zero gee turned out to be more awkward than expected. Right now she was satisfied to let Artie grab her ass tightly and hold her in the air as he rammed his prick into her with a grunt.

"Oh yeah." Cherie clutched his shoulders and wiggled back and forth as his cock surged inside her. Artie lowered his head to lick at her boobs as his hands dug into her ass cheeks, swinging her back and forth. Slowly first, then faster and harder. He shifted his feet for balance, bit at her shoulder, then leaned back and smiled into her face.

"Fucking great, Cherie," he muttered. "Fucking great."

"Yeah," she agreed.

Reg was taking advantage of the low gravity as well. He had Eileen on his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his back and her pussy in his face as he licked at her clit. Nara sat in the floor in front of him, sucking on his balls and running one hand up and down his skinny shaft. Eileen's long legs quivered as Reg ate her, and Nara's other hand was in her own pussy as she listened to Eileen's rising moans.

Jean had to stop sucking Paul's black cock as Jackson's powerful thrusts brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. Paul smiled and rubbed her shoulder, then looked over at Jackson behind her with a question in his eyes. Jackson nodded, then stopped, drawing a groan of frustration from Jean's throat.

"Switch," Paul told her.

"Yes," she gasped. "Quickly." She rubbed her clit as they changed positions.

Now Jackson was on the table, his cock sticking up in the air, and Paul was behind her, easing his prick into her slick pussy. "Oh yeah," he muttered. Jean leaned down, taking the tip of Jackson's cock into her mouth and rubbing his shaft. He was as close to cumming as she was. And from the moans and gasps around the table, they all were.

Cherie shrieked as Artie came inside her. He managed to hold onto her as he pumped, and after his third spurt she came too, sinking back on the table as Artie filled her churning pussy with his cum. She looked across the table and saw Jackson's cock erupt, overflowing Jean's mouth. Jean gasped, smiling, and slurped up as much as she could, but in a minute she left it alone and leaned down to enjoy Paul's hard fucking behind her.

Eileen hopped down from Reg's shoulders and knelt in front of Nara, lowering her face between her crewmate's legs to jab her tongue at Nara's clit. Reg exploded at the sight, showering Nara's face and shoulders with cum. Nara moaned with delight as Eileen licked and sucked, and Reg sat down next to them, stroking Eileen's shoulder and sliding his hand down toward her skinny ass.

"You getting--ready for--the next round?" Nara gasped.

"Always ready." His cock was still dripping. "Any time either of you want."

"YES!" Jean shouted, pounding the table. "Fuck yes, don't stop, fuck yes, fuck yes . . ." She came with a loud moan as Paul slapped her ass once and then erupted himself, his balls shaking as the cum surged from his prick. He rubbed her ass where he'd spanked her, and Jean looked back at him with a smile.

"Striking a superior officer?" Her eyes were glazed with pleasure. "That might call for discipline."

He nodded. "I plead guilty and throw myself on the mercy of my captain."

"Uh, Jean?" Jackson sat up suddenly. "We're receiving a signal."

A red light was blinking on the communications board. Jackson lurched over to it, his legs still unsteady.

"From Earth?" Jean straightened up, Paul's cum dripping down her leg.

"No." His eyes were wide. "Not Earth. There's a ship. It's—we're being contacted by aliens."

*****

The alien ship was less than five hundred kilometers away. It had come out of nowhere—Paul confirmed he hadn't seen it an hour ago—and it was somehow inside the same warpstream the Nova Voyager was traveling in. Which was impossible.

Even more unbelievable, the aliens were signaling in English.

"First contact," Jean breathed. Humans had explored distant solar systems, but no one had ever found alien life beyond the microbe level. "We're going to make history."

"Greetings." The voice spoke perfect English without any trace of an accent. "We have been observing your vessel for some time now. We wish to make peaceful contact with you. We have monitored your communications and observed your behavior in order to make our first meeting more comfortable for you. We are the Slinska."

"Should we respond?" Artie looked nervous. "We don't know what they want."

"Yes." Jean was sure. "They can enter our warpstream, they've cracked our language, they've been observing us . . ." Her voice trailed off as she looked down at her naked body.

"Uh-oh," Cherie said.

"We can't show fear," Jean said firmly. "All they know about humans is what they've seen us do. Which is, well . . ."

"They're in for a bit of a surprise when they get to Earth," Jackson said.

"Should we put clothes on?" Eileen frowned. "I always imagined first contact would be a little more formal than this."

"Let's not change anything," Jean said. "We don't want to make them suspicious. We can explain things later. Let's see what they've got to say."

Jackson opened a channel. "This is the Nova Voyager to the Slinska. We have received your message."

"We are eager to make contact with you," Jean added.

The viewscreen came to life. The alien on the other side was humanoid, but its skin was dark green and it had no hair. Its two eyes were white and perfectly round, with a small dark pupil in the center of each.

"Greetings," the alien said. "I am Menorr, leader of my crew. We greet you in peace."

"I'm—I am Jean Barclay, leader of my crew, and we are pleased to meet you in peace."

Thin lips curled in what looked like a human smile. "We have been monitoring your progress for—I believe you call the unit of time one month? And we have many questions. I hope we do not seem rude."

"Not at all," Jean replied. "We have many questions too."

"May we meet in person? I can have you transported to our ship, or we would be happy to visit yours."

Jean hesitated. It seemed safer to keep the aliens at a distance until she knew more about them. "I would be honored to visit your ship. May I bring an associate?"

"A shuttle will dock with your craft shortly. Please bring whomever you wish." The screen went blank.

"Is this a good idea?" Nara asked.

"We have to take chances." Jean shrugged her bare shoulders. "That's why we're out here. Paul, you'll come with me. I want to give the Slinska a range of humans to meet, so a male and female of different races makes sense. The rest of you stay here. I want you to watch that ship. Be ready to run, but don't do anything that might alarm them.

"Should we wear clothes?" Paul looked nervous.

"Yes—actually, no. Let's not confuse them. I know it's weird, but right now we have to be very careful with these aliens until we know more about them."

Jackson snorted. "It's going to go down in history that first contact with an alien race happened in the nude. Too bad nobody will be there to take pictures."

*****

The Slinska shuttle was small and completely automated; no aliens on board. But it was warm and comfortable, and transport to the alien ship took only ten minutes through the warpstream. When the airlock began to open, Paul clutched Jean's hand. For once, his cock wasn't bulging.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked.

She shrugged. " ‘To boldly go . . .' " The airlock opened.

They stepped out into a circular room dominated by a round table and curved couches. Viewscreens on the walls showed the warpstream around them. Jean could see her ship in one of them.

In the center of the room stood two aliens.

She recognized Menorr. "Welcome," he said. He was seven feet tall, with long arms and skinny legs. And he was apparently nude as well. Maybe all the Slinska went nude. Or maybe they were naked to make the humans feel comfortable.

Jean's eyes immediately went to his legs. Instead of dangling straight down, his penis looked like a coiled snake tucked up against his stomach. Or maybe it wasn't a sexual organ at all. Jean reminded herself not to jump to any conclusions.

The other alien was just as tall, and looked female. Unlike Menorr, she had hair, long and green, pulled back in a ponytail. Two breasts, about the size of Cherie's, but no obvious nipples. Between her legs, a slit curved like the letter S where a human pussy would be. Her legs looked strong and muscular. Her feet had seven toes—so did Menorr—but their hands had only four fingers.

"I am Lowann," she said in a voice that was lower-pitched than Menorr's, almost sultry. "Welcome to our vessel."

"I asked our crew to remain in other sections of the ship," Menorr explained. "So as not to overwhelm you on our first meeting."

"The rest of my crew is also waiting on my ship," Jean said. "This is Paul Borgen, our navigator."

"We are happy to meet in person." Lowann lowered her head in a mild bow. "We have many questions."

"So do we," Paul said.

"First, I should tell you that we are not allowed to share any technology with you at this time." Menorr cocked his head. "Our laws are very firm on not interfering with new cultures before a period of assessment. Unless your ship is in distress, we may not give you anything but cultural artifacts and perhaps samples of our food, if it turns out to be compatible with your metabolisms."

"That's fine." Jean started to relax. The aliens seemed friendly and unthreatening. "I doubt that we have any technology to match yours, but we have some cultural artifacts of our own that we'd be happy to share."

"May we ask a question?" Menorr looked up and down Jean's body.

"Certainly." Was that area between his legs squirming?

"We have monitored your communications with your home planet, and we note that your appearance is—different during those transmissions. May we ask why?"

Jean was suddenly aware of her nudity. "In most cultures on our home world, we cover our bodies. To protect ourselves from the weather, and for cultural reasons. On the ship, we didn't feel that was necessary."

"Ahh." Lowann gave Menorr a look. I told you so? "We wear clothing on formal occasions, but not in everyday activities," she said.

"Would you be more comfortable if we put clothing on?" Menorr asked politely.

"No, that's . . ." Jean shook her head. "That's fine."

"We are intrigued by some of your activities aboard your ship." Lowann seemed to check out Paul's penis. "The physical joining of your bodies in different combinations. What is the purpose?"

Jean and Paul exchanged a glance. "It's called sex," Jean explained. "It's how we reproduce, but we also engage in it for pleasure."

"Yes," said Menorr. "We do the same."

"But our experience seems different." Lowann was now staring directly at Paul's prick. "We do not seem to reach the same extremes of pleasure that your species seems to." And it was actually starting to respond to her alien gaze.

Jean felt a surge of arousal between her legs. She fought to control her impulses. But something about Menorr's twisted organ overcame her inhibitions. And looking at Paul's stiffening cock, she could see that he was responding too. Alien pheromones? Maybe. But right now she didn't care.

"Well, uh . . ." Paul shifted on his feet, embarrassed. "Maybe our, uh, our genitals are more sensitive because they've been protected by our clothes for generations."

"Perhaps." She took a step forward and extended a hand. "May I?"

Paul looked at Jean. For a moment she couldn't think. Would the Slinska be offended if Paul turned Lowann down? Would their own sexual practices injure him? Would Menorr expect to . . .

Paul swallowed. "It's okay. Just, uh, be gentle."

"Of course. Stop me if I cause you any discomfort." And then Lowann wrapped her four fingers around Paul's cock.

It sprang up instantly. Paul gasped. "Oh, wow."

Lowann released him. "Was that painful? I am sorry."

"No!" He looked at Jean. "It was—something about their skin. Warm, and with some kind of texture I've never felt before. I, uh, I enjoyed that."

"Then I may . . .?" Lowann reached out again.

He nodded. "S-sure."

Jean watched as Lowann's four fingers slowly split apart into slender strands. Now she had twelve flexible fingers like soft living cables that circled Paul's shaft. She stepped closer and cupped his balls, the fingers on her other hand separating the same way. Paul's legs shook.

"This . . . is . . . amazing," he sighed.

"When he ejaculates," Jean warned, "his penis will produce a liquid."

"We have seen that," Lowan said, watching his cock twitch in response to her gentle pressure. "But I can ensure that he will not—‘cum' is the word?—cum until he is ready."

Paul nodded vigorously. "As good as this feels, I think I could last for hours. Um, may I . . .?" He gestured toward the alien's crotch.

"Yes." Lowann spread her thighs a little wider. "Please start gently."

He touched the folds of her curved slit. Lowann's neck seemed to grow longer, and her lips made a sound like a soft burp. "That is—extremely pleasurable. Please, you may . . . insert your digits if you like."

Breathing hard, Paul slowly pushed a finger inside Lowann's body. Her green skin drew darker, and she closed her eyes, her head trembling.

Jean watched, stunned by the response. "Will she—I mean, do your people experience orgasm?"

"Not in the same way your species does." Menorr also seemed fascinated. "Like your friend, she will also be able to delay the climax until she is ready. She will also produce fluid, and from her initial reaction, it seems as though her experience will be much stronger than normal."

Well, this was an unusual method of diplomacy. But watching the human and the alien touching each other, giving and receiving what looked like intense pleasure, was having an effect on Jean as well. Pheromones?

Menorr's slender, flexible penis was unfurling. The tip looked like an arrowhead, and the shaft was at least fifteen inches long, maybe twenty—it was still curled close to his body. "May I?"

"Yes, Jean. Please."

She used both hands on the shaft, stroking it softly. Like Lowann, Menorr's neck seemed to straighten and rise, but at the same time his organ thickened and grew stiff, just like a human cock. The head flared, and when it reached full length it looked more like twenty inches.

No way could she get that all inside her. And she wasn't sure she wanted to try. But Menorr was definitely enjoying her hands on his green skin. Maybe . . .

She knelt. "Do your people practice oral sex?"

"The head is the most sensitive spot," he replied. "If you would like to use your tongue there . . ." He made a soft burp, like Lowann's.

"And you won't cum before you're ready?" she asked with a smile.

"I can climax whenever you wish."

She wished some of her former boyfriends had the same ability. "Whenever you want," she told him, and then she opened her mouth wide.

The head had a funny taste—like salmon, with a smoky aroma. It felt like rough leather at first, but almost immediately it softened and expanded until it filled Jean's mouth. She had to stop for a moment and inhaling through her nose to catch her breath. Menorr looked down at her, his arms shaking, and then burped against as she began working her tongue around the thick head.

Jean heard Paul gasping and grunting, and the sound made her pussy tingle. Menorr's cock was flexible enough to allow her to turn her head as she sucked him, and she looked over to the other two.

Paul was rubbing Lowann's breasts, squeezing them firmly with both hands. The female alien's upper body writhed, but she kept all of her skinny, delicate fingers wrapped around Paul's hard black cock. He saw Jean looking at her, and winked, and then he bit his lip with a shudder. He didn't cum, but after a moment he put both hands on Lowann's pussy and pulled her lips apart.

"Lowann . . ." His voice was hoarse. "Lowann, could I--"

"You wish to penetrate me?"

"Yes," he breathed. "It's called--"

"Fucking, yes. Yes, Paul, I would like you to fuck me, if you wish."

Her legs bent in a backward angle, and then she was on her back, her arms outstretched, tits rising and falling as she waited. Paul sank down, his cock hard and dripping, and slowly inserted it into her curved slit.

"Paul, that is quite pleasurable." Another burp, and then Lowann's skin abruptly turned from dark green to a pale shade as he pushed his cock into her. "Do you enjoy it as well?"

"Yes," he grunted. "Oh yeah." Suddenly he was inside her up to his balls. He began thrusting urgently, his muscular legs driving him deep inside her pussy. "Shit, Jean, you have no idea what this feels like," he told her, as if trying to report his findings. "Like nothing else . . . I can't, I can't . . ."

Jean waved a hand, trying to tell him to concentrate on the pleasure. She could barely think about anything but Menorr's big prick inside her mouth, soft and warm. Menorr rocked back and forth on his long legs, and his shaft tensed and released as she sucked. She reached down unconsciously between her legs to stroke her pussy, and started wondering if there was any way she could . . .

"Menorr!" Lowann cried. "Menorr, his entire length is inside me! And it is wonderful! Lords of Ragnok, I have never felt anything like this! Yiiii . . ."

That did it. Jean pulled the tip of Menorr's cock from her mouth. "Menorr?" she panted. "I don't know—I can't get much of you inside me, I don't think, but, do you think . . .?"

"Yes." His voice was a long hiss. "As I said, the tip of the organ is the most sensitive. I will endeavor not to cause you any discomfort."

"Good." She got up and leaned over against a couch, spreading her thighs. "We call this doggy style. I'll explain later. Just—do it."

One of his hands gripped her ass. Jean looked over her shoulder and saw Menorr lift the head of his cock and press it between her legs, the rest of it drooping down to the deck. It looked weird, but as the arrow-shaped head of his prick slid into her she felt a surge of pleasure like nothing she had ever experienced, or even imagined. It expanded inside her, filling her pussy more than the biggest cock she'd ever taken.

Menorr couldn't really thrust, but that didn't matter. The cockhead pulsed inside her, and she felt a heavy beat pushing against her clit. "Yes, Menorr, that's wonderful," she said. "Is it—is it—good for you?"

"It is exquisite," he replied. "Your body seems so small and delicate, but inside you are strong. I must . . ." He grasped the long trunk of his organ, twisting it around inside her.

The sensations of the alien cock rubbing the inside of her pussy made Jean shriek with ecstasy. "Menorr! Menorr!"

"Is this—acceptable, captain? I do not wish to cause any discomfort--"

"Oh fuck, Menorr, it's the best! Don't stop! Ahh!"

She felt Menorr's hand on her breast. An alien hand, clutching her tit. The texture of his palm made her gasp, and he squeezed harder in response. Not too hard, but something in his fingers—she looked down and saw them splitting and separating, just like Lowann's on Paul's cock—sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her legs shook. For a moment she couldn't breathe.

Then she reared back, her eyes wide. Menorr's cock surged inside her pussy like nothing she'd ever experienced before. "Oh fuck," Jean grunted. "Oh fuck!"

"Do you wish to orgasm soon?" Menorr's voice was soft in her ear.

"Y-yes." She didn't think she could take much of this for very long. Jean heard Paul shout behind her, and she wondered if he was getting anything close to what she was feeling. But she didn't care. She was going to cum. And this was going to be like nothing before—

"AHHHHH!" Jean rarely screamed when she came. Paul and Eileen could make her cry out at time, and when she was nineteen a soldier with the thickest cock she'd ever taken had fucked her over and over again until her final orgasm made her shout until her throat ached. But this was a primal shriek from deep inside her body.

Her thighs quivered. Her toes curled. She leaned her head back, screaming with pleasure until she could hardly breathe. Her entire body shook, and for a moment she was sure she was going to pass out. She didn't care, as long as the orgasm went on, and on, and on . . .

Menorr abruptly pulled the head of his organ out of her pussy. Jean groaned and rolled over with a mixture of disappointment and relief. Her clit was still trembling, but she needed to see the Slinska ejaculate.

Menorr's shaft shot forward like the branch of a tree, two feet long now that it was fully extended. Jean expected a flood of cum from a cock so long, and she lifted a hand to protect her eyes. But when Menorr came, the tip of his organ produced only a bubble of green liquid that dropped to the deck and burst at his feet.

"Yesss . . ." Menorr hissed, his eyes closed. The arrowhead tip shriveled, and his long penis drooped and began curling up next to his stomach again. "Ectasy," the alien whispered.

She looked past Menorr to check on her crew member. Paul was growling like a wild man as he thrust his cock into Lowann urgently, sweat dripping from his muscular shoulders. Lowann's boobs heaved as her strong legs flexed, lifting Paul's body up and down in a powerful rhythm that added to his frantic thrusts. "I will cum," she announced, her voice as calm as before. Her entire body seemed to ripple as Paul impaled her again and again. "I will cum."

"Me—too?" Paul groaned with lust, enjoying the sensations inside Lowann's slit but clearly ready for relief. As if Lowann flicked a switch, Paul suddenly leaned back and shouted as loud as Jean.

Lowann's body shuddered, and she suddenly lifted her legs to push Paul off of her. His cock spurted wildly, and then Lowan squirted over his body, a thin greenish liquid that smelled like strong tea. The fluid covered his cock as it kept pumping, and the feeling seemed to stimulate even more cum from him until he dropped to his knees, trembling.

"That was pleasurable," Lowann murmured, stroking Paul's chest with her toes. "I hope my fluids were not unpleasant for you."

"That was fantastic," Paul gasped. "That squirt made it even better, I don't know how, but . . ." He nodded eagerly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I look forward to a similar experience with a human female." She turned her head to look at Jean.

Jean nodded back. She could hardly wait.

"I can perform again immediately, if you desire," Menorr said.

Wow. "Better give me a few minutes." She wiped sweat from her breasts. "I should contact my ship and let them know what's going on."

"That will not be necessary." Lowann stood up. "They have been observing our activity."

Jean turned and saw one of the viewscreens displaying the conference room in the Nova Voyager. Her crew stood close to the camera, all nude, their jaws drooping in shock.

"Are you all right, Jean?" Artie asked. She saw his cock throbbing.

"Just fine." She smiled. "First contact achieved."

"Yeah, looks like." Nara grinned. "We've got to come over there."

"Two at a time." She didn't want to leave the ship completely empty. "Right now . . ." She glanced at Paul. He nodded. "May we see the rest of your ship?" Jean asked Menorr.

"Maybe meet some more of your crew?" Paul added. Jean heard Cherie snort.

"Of course," Menorr answered. "They have been observing as well. I am sure they are eager to meet you."

Jean's pussy was already tingling again. "Then let's go."