The Hitchhiker

Mason Barnes squinted through his mud-streak, rain-soaked windshield. Despite the brutal rain and slushy falling snow, he could just make out the Panhandle Truckstop sign up ahead. For late winter in northern Texas, it sure was a messy day, Mason thought as he spun the wheel to enter the parking area. He didn't need to park, he wouldn't be staying. He expected to be in St. Louis by morning. First he would fill both the truck and his own bulging stomach.
He pulled into the comparative neatness of the pump area, locked up the brakes and shut off the engine. He saw something up ahead through the rain, just as the wipers quit. Mason shut off the lights, opened the door and stood, looking out over his cab.
"Hey, Barny, fill her up?" Greg asked as he moved alongside the dripping rig.
"Yup, clear to the top. The next fillup will be in Missouri. Their prices suck. Hey, Greg, who's that?" he pointed at the pathetic looking girl at the back entrance to the truckstop.
"Don't know, she's been there for an hour. Turned down a few rides. Don't know where she's going," he said as he slid the nozzle into the chrome tank. "She's young," Greg added.
"Yeah, I can see that. Well, I've got an extra seat, I might as well fill it with some cuze."
"Barny, I told you, she's young?" Greg said uncomfortably.
"So?" Mason asked as he climbed down.
"So the word cuze doesn't seem appropriate," Greg shrugged.
"Greg, you have a soft side," Mason laughed as he made his way toward the young girl. She turned and watched him approach while he was still near his truck. It was certain that she had been keeping an eye on him. She was tiny, coming up to shoulder height on a normal person.
"You hungry?" Mason called.
"Yeah. You buying?"
"Sure, if you don't eat much," he joked, waving her forward. "Where you going?" he asked, trying to avoid the slushy puddles.
"St. Louis," she said. She wiped the rain off her face and gave him a brief smile. She somehow avoided the puddles without even looking. He wished that he had her gift. His left pant leg was wet clear up to the knee, from stepping into one pothole. If the damnable rain would let up he could see where he was going.
"Me too," he said as they reached the restaurant. He held the door open. He felt a thrill when he saw how beautiful she looked in the light. She was about 18 and would be a very tasty morsel, quite a distraction on the long ride north.
"Can I ride along?" she asked, pausing before entering the open door.
"God yes," he gasped, then pushed her inside with a sly smile. The other truckers turned to watch, as they made their way to a table. She was quite an attraction. Mason recognized two men in a far table. He waved as he sat. The waitress appeared as if by magic. Normally Mason would be totally enthralled with her bulging breasts in her open top, but today his own guest drew all attention, even his own. She shrugged off her coat and sat in some kind of a stretchy top which hugged her breasts like Saran Wrap.
"Coffee?" the waitress asked.
"Ohuhyes!" Mason said explosively, turning a moan, cough, and yell, into a yes. His eyes were locked on the girl's revealing top and bulging nipples. He tore his eyes away and looked at the angry waitress.
"Yes, coffee with cream."
"Same for me," the girl nodded sweetly. Her sweetness was lost on the waitress, who sensed a foe in the girl.
"What's your name?" it was a point in his favor that he actually looked at her face for three seconds, before his eyes predictably went back to her breasts. He couldn't remember ever seeing such a shapely, perfect set of breasts on such a young girl. He craved a touch.
"Amber," she said shyly.
"What a beautiful name... an old name," he added, looking at the faces around him. His fellow truckers were not letting up, which made him a little angry. What the hell did they think they were looking at, anyway?
The meal when quickly for Mason, but not quickly enough for Greg. He didn't like a big rig resting in the premium pump area for more than an hour. Mason was surprised to see the time as he started his Kenworth and pulled out of the lot, heading north.
"Can I change back there?" Amber asked as they hummed down the road in the warmth of the cab. It was getting really nasty out there. He might have to pull over soon, like several of the other rigs had. In fact, he thought as his eyes went to Amber in his mirror, he could almost guarantee it. She was naked from the waist down, rubbing her wonderful naked body with the shirt she had taken off. Her nipples were swollen and puffy, absolutely perfect. He glanced at the road and jerked the rig back onto the road. Her eyes went to the mirror and she smiled into his eyes. That was enough, he pulled over to the side of the road and pulled the emergency brake. With the truck still idling for the warmth of the heater, and the flashers lighting the area around it, he turned and crawled back into the sleeper.
Amber smelled nice in the confines of the cab, sort of warm and earthy with the slightest hint of perfume. She looked so tiny and beautiful, sitting half naked in front of him. She looked up with sad, trusting eyes and smiled.
"My God, you are beautiful," he gasped, moving closer and placing his hands on her naked shoulders. He felt a slight shock and thrill at the touch of her skin. He felt his cock raging in his pants. She had turned him on so badly, he could hardly think. His mind was a turmoil of conflicting thoughts. One part of his mind screamed that she was innocent, another wanted to take that innocence brutally, with no thought for her own feelings.
He ran his hands down to her rib cage, noting how skinny and sleek her waist was in his huge calloused hands. Finally his hands came up to her delicious breast, hesitant as he looked at her face, waiting for her reaction. She gasped and closed her eyes, just the signal he had been hoping for. He snaked a hand around her back and pulled her close. As her eyes opened, his mouth claimed hers. She hesitated and tried to pull away, for a moment. But within seconds she yielded to his passion and melted into his arms. With one arm behind her, and one hand on her breast, his mouth sought hers, his tongue fenced with her tongue.
Breathing noisily through their mouths, they sought, touched and withered against each other until Mason pushed her back on the seat and leaned over her. His hands went to the metal button on her jeans. He undid the button and pulled down the zipper with practiced ease, while maintaining his withering kiss. Her hands seemed to be everywhere, stimulating his body as he had never felt before. As he yanked down her levis, he broke the kiss to look down at her pussy. It was unbelievable. A small tuft of hair pointed the way to small, swollen lips which were about the size of a normal mouth. They bulged above her pelvis creating a small, delicate mound. Her legs and thighs were tiny and slender, perfectly shaped. The slight tan was absolutely beautiful.
"My God, you are so fucking beautiful.
"Please don't use that word," she whispered.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be crude.
"That's alright. Do you eat pussy?" she asked anxiously.
"Oh hell yes," he gasped. He immediately slid back and leaned forward, with his massive body obscuring her tiny legs. He held her legs in his arms for a moment, licking his way up each one until he reached her shuddering inner thighs. The view was absolutely unbelievable. He could never remember seeing such a beautiful little pussy, or such a perfect little ass. He moaned as he fell forward and took her entire pussy into his mouth. She gasped and arched up off the bed, filling his mouth with delectable pussy. He ate her honey sweet mound, while his hands filled with her tiny, tight little ass cheeks. He massaged them brutally, as his tongue explored her pussy lips. He loved her flavor, he loved the heat and aroma which assailed him. Her tiny thighs felt soft and wonderful against his cheeks, clutching his face, holding it in place as he worked.
He pushed his tongue into her vulva and tongue fucked her. Her legs sprang open and flew up, with her knees bent and open as if giving birth. He slid his thumbs into the valley of her ass, and squeezed each ass cheek, as his tongue searched inside her. She was such a sexy little thing, he thought as he watched her face go through many different expressions.
Mason slid his right thumb into her pussy, as he flailed away at her clit with his agile tongue. He lubricated his thumb well, then slid it into her asshole. She arched and gave a little scream, then seemed to heat up almost immediately. In no time at all she was ass fucking herself on his thumb, while his tongue probed her delicious pussy. It was so damned erotic. He knew this would be the most memorable fuck of his life. He couldn't wait to get that tiny pussy wrapped around his cock.
"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped in ever-increasing moans. She rubbed her pussy against his face, her ass clenched around his thumb, seemingly pulling it into herself. She gasped even louder several times ending in a long, loud scream of passion. She arched her back and shuddered, unmoving as he gently mouthed her spasming pussy. His mouth filled with her erotic juices. He swallowed and waited as she shuddered, then seemed to melt. He followed her pussy down to the bed, sucking gently without using his tongue, then lifted his mouth off her sexy flesh. She gave little kitten cries as she relaxed, the perfect vision of a sexy little girl. He pushed one tiny leg up and pulled his thumb out of her ass. She screamed and surged up off the bed, then relaxed again. She was breathing heavily, with her eyes tightly closed.
Mason grabbed a box of baby wipes and pulled one out, to wash his dirty thumb. He watched her beautiful face, waiting for her reaction. He finally tossed the wipe into the trash and laid down beside her. Her eyes flew open and a smile crossed her face.
"That was great," she gasped happily.
"It sure as hell was. Want a drink?"
"Sure. What do you have?"
"Beer and soda," he said, opening the small refrigerator near their heads. She looked inside with interest. He had a large assortment of beer and soda, plus a few store- bought sandwiches.
"Beer," she said without hesitation. He handed her a beer and opened one for himself. She looked so damned cute in the light of the refrigerator, so he left the door open for a while. The cold air felt good on their sweaty faces. He rubbed the cold bottle on his face, then took a long swallow. She rubbed her bottle on her tiny breasts, then drank as well, with a sly teasing smile on her face.
"Do you have any idea what effect you have on a man?" he asked, swallowing convulsively.
"Of course. I also interest more than a few women. That's the hardest, of course. Men will fuck anything with a pussy, but women are far more discriminating."
"Oh God, that is so fucking sexy," he gasped. He saw the frown cross her cute little face.
"Sorry," he mumbled, drinking again, not sure what he was apologizing for.
She nodded patiently, tipped her bottle up and finished it in five continuous swallows. She handed him the empty bottle with a smile. He quickly tried to finish his own beer, nearly drowning as he chocked. He stopped, gasping for breath, then finished it. He felt her hands fumbling at his waist. He knew that it was hard to find his belt, with his large overhanging belly. He leaned back and undid his own belt. She fumbled at his zipper and finally pulled his pants down with a strong yank. He watched in anticipation as she pulled down his pants and underwear. He was embarssed by his fat body, but he badly wanted to fuck this cute girl.
"I love tiny girls," he gasped, watching her sweet little face nearing his cock.
"I know," she whispered. "Tiny girls, young girls, very young girls," she gasped, capturing his cock in her lips. He enjoyed the hot flesh on his cock for several minutes, before her words penetrated his passion fogged brain.
"How... how could you know that?" he asked guiltily. Visions of a dozen young girls filled his brain. He remember each one in minute detail. Their tiny, hairless mounds, their budding breasts, their sweet trusting faces. The last had been his own step-daughter. He was torn between guilt and passion at the memory. With Amber's hot lips on his cock, each one seemed to grow twice as vivid. His cock was sliding easily in and out of her hot mouth. He could feel her tongue exploring his cock, as her mouth slid up and down. The suction of her lips was almost brutal.
With the vision of all those young, delicious girls in his mind, he felt his passion rising. Heat was building in his loins. Soon he would explode in an intolerable fire.
"Oh yes, suck my cock," he moaned. He threw his head back and slammed into the refrigerator door. She was looking into his eyes as the refrigerator light suddenly went out. He froze in terror as her eyes took on a yellow glow in the darkness. Then, as if it had been a dream, they returned to normal. He was still scared to death, but the fact that he was seconds from an orgasm kept him rooted in place. Her lips were so soft, so damned hot.
"Oh God," he yelled as his orgasm began. She took her mouth off his cock and stroked it in her tiny hand.
"I told you not to say that?" she yelled, before taking his cock into her mouth again.
"Say what?" he demanded. He felt a brief pain and pressure on his cock. She raised her face as his cum began spurting over her naked body. Her face was bloody. She spit something out and looked down at him with an evil smile on her face.
"God!" she roared. "He and I are not exactly on speaking terms."
Mason endured his orgasm, even as his spine crawled at the change in Amber. He wanted to get her out of his truck, but not before he finished his orgasm. She calmly took down a baby wipe and began cleaning the blood off her face. Feeling an intense pain in his cock he looked down, but could not see anything. He yanked open the refrigerator and his eyes widened in horror. The entire lower half of his body was covered with blood and cum. He turned to look at what she had spit out. His face was just a few inches from the remains of his cock. He could see the blood still oozing from the severed member. With a heart rending scream he pressed his hands over his cock.
"Too late for that, lover," she said with a laugh. She leaned forward and took another beer from the refrigerator. She twisted the top and dropped it onto Mason's bloody crotch. Still naked as the day she was born, Amber climbed down from the cab and turned, melting into the darkness. In a few minutes the clink of an empty beer bottle on rocky ground broke the silence.
The click, click of the flasher accompanied the amber lights which reflected off the brush around the road. Cars passed, not noticing the sight of another truck parked along the highway. There were many such on a nasty night like that.
Mason made a valiant attempt to reach his radio. He died that way, with his legs still in the bed of the sleeper, his dead face pressed against the blood-filled bottom of the driver's seat, and his naked hairy ass protruding above it. It would have been a disgusting sight to any who looked inside, but nobody ever did. Nobody ever bothered looking inside a truck.
The police passed without noticing. The truck was breaking no laws and all trucks looked the same. There was no reason to bother the trucker. Looking down on America's highways, there were many such trucks around the country, and throughout other countries, for that matter. Empty abandoned trucks containing rotting skeletons. And somewhere, at some truck stop, a trucker was looking at a cute young girl and he just knew he was going to get lucky.

Alien Chattel

You'll never believe where I am writing this diary entry from, so I won't bother telling you until I relate my story. Not that telling it will make it more believable, but it might help me retain my sanity. It started with my college job:

As an assistant librarian it was my job to finish organizing the books, then lock up each night. It was a boring job, but it helped pay my tuition. It played hell with my dating life, not that I've had much since high school. It's hard to take full time college and a full time job too. I wouldn't recommend it to anybody. In Junior High my parents wouldn't let me date so I wouldn't sleep with anybody and screw up my life. In high school I had a full time job and didn't have much time to date. Now, there's not even time for sleep.

I'm normally considered a pretty sexy girl, I have long brown hair, legs that could kill, and average sized tits that were just firm enough to gain attention without looking fake. I was happy with my body, and once I grow used to my hectic schedule I might be able to resume dating. It's not like I don't get offers, but most of the offers come from geeks.

The absolute worst part of my job is locking up and ten o'clock at night, then riding my bike back to my apartment in the darkness. There were two ways to the main college entrance and my apartment beyond. One took me over five miles of smooth, street light lit roads, and the other through one mile of dark woods on a well-worn path used as a shortcut. I took the shortcut, of course, it got me home must earlier, which translated into more study time and more sleep. But it was a horrifying ride surrounded by the darkest woods imaginable, trying to follow the path using the shaky light from my battery powered headlight. I knew if a campus slayer decided to kill defenseless college girls on our campus, I would be the first victim.

During my trips through the woods I have caught couples in the act of making love, deer snorting and running off, and racoons too stupid or too slow to get out of the way. Ok, they aren't stupid they're adorable, but they have scared years of life out of me.

There were also many unidentifiable sounds, sounds so scary that I didn't stick around to identify them. I was scared shitless on that path, if I had been smart I would have bought a cheap car rather than using my bicycle, but I was counting every penny and a car costs lots of pennies.

Oh, why am I beating around the bush instead of telling my story? Ok, here it is. One night I was taking the woods path when I suddenly found my surroundings lit as bright as day. Since there was no sound I immediately thought "asteroid". I know, it sounds stupid now, but I had just seen the movie. You had to be in my shoes to appreciate how scary the situation was.

I pulled my bike over to the side of the path and shaded my eyes as I looked up at the light. It was hovering above me. The next moment every nerve in my body tingled and I blacked out.

I felt myself falling. My eyes sprang open and I found myself in some strange chair, falling toward the floor. With a clank, my chair suddenly stopped. With a slight whir, I felt my legs being opened to cooler air. It was washing over my pussy. In horror, I realized that I was sitting in the chair naked. I tried to pull myself out, and found I couldn't move. The chair had formed itself around my body, becoming my prison, although it was extremely comfortable.

"Oh shit!" I gasped, still struggling despite the futility of it.

"Sounds like the new girl is awake," a voice came from my right.

"Who... who is there?" I called excitedly. "Can you get me out of here?"

"Sorry dear, we are all in the same fix. Relax, they won't hurt you."

"What are they doing? Why am I here?" I asked in growing horror. The picture of the hovering light was still vivid in my mind.

"It's milking time, girlie," the voice said with some humor.
"We are the cattle."

"What's that mean. Do they eat us?"

"Somewhat, but not in the horrid way you're thinking," another girl said with a laugh.

"I wish somebody would give me a straight answer," I groaned.

"You want straight answers, I'll give you one," the last girl said in a more serious tone. "You have been captured by an alien ship. This entire ship is filled with women, both theirs and ours, because men die from the radiation created by their drive. We are their enzyme donors, they milk us and use our fluids like the old wooden ships used to use limes on long voyages. There is virtually no chance of escaping, but after three or four days of absolutely royal treatment, you won't want too," the girl said, then gasped.

"What's the matter?" I asked in terror.

"Milking time, sweetie, it's the best," the woman sounded like she was on drugs. I tried to look around at my surrounding in the half light to see the women around me. It was impossible. I saw more chairs like mine, all sunken into the floor like mine with only the heads protruding, and all facing out in a circle. From what I could see behind me there were seven other chairs.

"Oh yes, contact," the sexy voice said from my right.

"Viv, you are such a slut," a good natured voice said from behind me. "Get ready, new girl. Relax and enjoy it, you'll get used to it, but never stop liking it."

"Ow," I screamed as a needle pierced my left breast. In a
moment the right breast was punctured too.

"Shit, we forgot to warn her," Viv said suddenly.

"Sorry, girl, they inject a hormone to start your milk. They get enzymes from many sources. That's the only pain you'll ever feel, I promise."

I felt somebody washing my pussy and inner thighs, and my eyes widened in terror.

"There's somebody between my legs," I gasped in horror.

"What the hell do you think we've been talking about?" Viv said with a laugh.

I heard a woman moaning behind me. Soon she was joined by several others. It sounded like a room full of women having sex. I felt the area of my pubic hair being washed again, then dried carefully. To my horror, I felt a cold device placed at the entrance to my pussy. In a moment it slid up inside my body.

"They're putting something inside me!" I gasped to the room at large.

"Relax and enjoy it," the other voice gasped.

"Relax, how can Iiieee..." I said as the device came to life inside me. It was pulsating, vibrating, and giving off an electrical charge that made my pussy and ass explode with
excitement. There was no way to explain how wonderful it felt, or to explain how such a small device could feel so wonderful. I chalked it up to alien technology.

I felt my pussy thrusting forward obscenely with each pulsation of the milker. I could feel the suction inside me, although I could not hear the liquid being sucked from my body. The soundproofing in the room must have been phenomenal.

"Oh shit, this is so good," I gasped into the room filled with pants and little screams.

"No shit, it's the best," Viv said from her chair. "Get ready, they always do you twice to get the most juice," she gasped in the throes of passion.

Each time the milker surged, an electric shock smashed through my pussy, into my abdomen, and up to my tits. It was so exciting, far better than normal sex. All I missed was the touch of another person.

The milker kept thrusting it's way inside, it's suction was so strong it closed me up inside during each pulsation. With the vulgar machine milking my pussy, and my slender legs being forced open for the world to see, I couldn't have felt more helpless, or more sexy. I never wanted the feeling to end.

The fire started in my loins, building with a liquid fire I knew would fry my brains, but I welcomed the terrifying event with overjoyed pants and excited murmurs. With a scream, I felt my loins being devastated by the biggest orgasm I had ever felt. Wave after wave rocked my lower body. I smashed my pussy into the wonderful milker, trying to get more depth out of it. Just as my orgasm quieted, the milker was turned off, leaving me totally satisfied and spent. I heard the second woman chuckle from my left.

"Pretty good, huh?"

"Oh it was heavenly," I gasped as my body melted into the black padded chair."

"Yeah, it doesn't matter how many years you've been here, it still thrills you to the core."

"Years? How long have you been here?" I asked in alarm. "I think... probably about fifteen years," the woman said thoughtfully.

"What year is it?" Viv asked from my right.

"2000," I said, realizing that I would never escape.

"I've been here 18 years and haven't aged a day," the other woman said in wonder.

"One of the benefits of space travel, Kitten," Viv said with a laugh.

"Ah... Kitten, we don't spend all that time in these chairs, do we."

"Hell no," Kitten laughed, joined by several other voices. "Just wait until you see our harem, as we call it. It is absolutely palatial."

"Wait until you see the view from the control room," another voice said eagerly.

"Or the women in the control room," Viv said playfully. "If you've ever wanted to see a room full of living dolls, here's your chance. Not one of them is over four feet tall, and each one is absolutely beautiful."

"I think they look too plastic," another voice said.

"Uh oh, here we go again," a voice warned from behind me. Seconds after her warning, my pussy was attacked again. I didn't think I could survive another orgasm like that, but I was willing to try. My pussy was even more alive this time. The machine surged in and out of my crotch, I could feel every small centimeter of it's length deep inside me. I was tingling from my hair to my toes. The device was sucking me dry, the electricity was setting me on fire, even my tits were burning, craving attention.

"I am so hot," I cried aloud.

"Honey, this is nothing compared to how you will feel when you've been on the medicine for a week," Kitten said in a low sexy voice.

"What medicine?"

"The medicine that makes you the sexiest, most responsive creature on Earth," Kitten said with relish.

"I don't want any more needles," I gasped between surges.

"No needles, one pill will last you a lifetime," Kitten said in a louder, less controlled voice.

"Shit, I'm coming," Viv said from my right.

I wasn't coming yet, but I was burning. My loins seemed to be filled with fire, churning with the liquid heat of a massive orgasm. I was so hot that I craved the orgasm so I could relax and cool the fire in my loins. But there was a lot I missed. I wanted to feel hands on my tits, a mouth on my pussy, and another on my lips. I wanted to crawl up inside somebody and die.

"Oh shit," I gasped, feeling the crest of an orgasm building inside me. "Oh shit, this is so big," I screamed. I felt myself trying to hold back the orgasm, now a little afraid of it. I knew it would kill me, I would go up in a spurt of flame.

I bucked and jerked in my chair as the orgasm tore through my loins, clenching and unclenching my pussy and ass as it struck, faded, then struck again. I screamed a long, drawn out scream with my eyes tightly shut, waiting to die from the strongest orgasm I had ever felt. To my surprise the spasms began to lessen and die out. I was still alive and in one piece. My body was drenched in sweat from head to toe. I was shaking and gasping for breath.

"You don't have asthma do you?" a voice asked from above me.

I screamed and jerked back, then saw a beautiful woman standing above me. The chair suddenly began to raise up out of the floor. My legs closed and I realized that the milker had been removed. When, I didn't know. As the chair clanked to a stop, the black pad holding me tightly against my chest suddenly slid away and I found myself sitting in a fairly normal chair with the beautiful woman admiring my body.

"I'm Viv," she said, extending her hand. I shook it in awe and looked around myself. Other women were leaving the room. One absolutely ravishing black woman approached my chair. I knew she must be Kitten. As she stood beside me in the subdued light, I saw that she must be half black and half white. She was one of the most beautiful and sexy women I have ever seen. She had freckles, of all things, that made her look absolutely beautiful.

"I'm Kitten," she said with a smile, extending her hand. I took it and held it while I looked at her body. It was so curvaceous and so perfect. I just wanted to touch it, even
though I have never had lesbian tendencies. Something about Kitten...

"I told you, the medicine makes you the sexiest woman on Earth," Kitten said and stretched lazily. The stretch alone was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Now I knew how she had gotten the nickname of Kitten. She acted like one.

"I am so confused and feel so funny," I said, following Kitten to the door, watching the sexy sway of her naked ass.

"You have been blessed, girl, whether you know it or not. We are living in the stars, visiting the strangest places you have ever seen, and our every wish is waited on hand and foot. You have never dreamed of living like we do here."

"This is the harem, our home," Viv said as she stepped up beside me at a huge rounded door. As the door slid aside I found a wonderland of soft pillows, entertainment of all forms, and women laying around, eating, or making love in almost ever corner of the room. Off the main circular room were dozens of doors. Glass partitions separated different areas of the main room. As girls came out of the assorted doors I saw living quarters in most of them. Viv led me to a larger door. As it opened the wonderful smell of food wafted over me. I almost fainted in sudden hunger. Viv helped me use the automat to choose my food.

I ate quickly, afraid it would disappear. She later showed me the main bathroom, where I took a shower, and my new bedroom. It was fantastic, but not as fantastic as the control room. That was the most amazing room of all.

"Here we are," Viv said at the entrance to the control room.

"I want to see your face when these doors open," she said with an impish smile. The doors opened and I was transported to the land of munchkins. Each tiny woman was busy at a panel or in a chair. They were tiny replicas of Earth women, in all colors, from oriental to black. They were absolutely perfectly formed women, not midgets with short arms and legs.

I marveled as a short little oriental doll hurried past the door in front of me to man a control panel.

"They are so beautiful," I breathed quietly.

"Perfect," Viv said proudly. "And they make love like you wouldn't believe. The milker helps supply what they need, but good old fashioned oral contact supplies them and you with what they want."

"But they look like little girls," I said uncomfortably.

"Yeah, kinky huh?" Viv smirked. "Don't worry, the average age of each girl is probably 110 years old. We don't age on the ship like they do on Earth."

"That oriental girl is so sweet it's hard to keep from hugging her," I whispered to Viv.

"Why stop, if you like her tell her. She can be relieved for a sex break."

"I couldn't," I said, turning red.

"Sisi," Viv whispered to the china doll. The girl flipped a switch and turned, smiling prettily at the girls in the door.

"Sisi, show her your tongue," Viv said with glee. Sisi looked embarrassed, then extended her tongue to an incredible seven inches. She quickly slid it back in and looked around the control room to see if any of her shipmates had noticed.

"The tongue is a sexual organ to them," Viv explained in a whisper. "But have you ever seen a tongue like that in your life?"

"Hell no," I sighed in excitement. I could imagine how that would feel in my pussy. Hell, I would feel it in my womb.

I suddenly found Sisi standing in front of me. I looked at Viv and saw her smirk, so I knew she must have said something while I was daydreaming.

"Come," Sisi said in her dainty voice. I looked at the hand in mine and found it about the length of one of my fingers.

"This is so strange," I told Viv as Sisi led me away.

Sisi led me to a light blue room with a dark blue bed. There was nothing else in the room. For some reason it reminded me of a massage parlor.

"You are not afraid?" Sisi asked with a timid smile.

"Not any more," I looked down at the little doll. She was undoing her filmy dress. In a moment she dropped it to the floor, now standing in a second white, cotton looking dress. She undid that and suddenly stood naked, letting me admire her perfect little body before she jumped up to sit on the bed. I was already naked so I meekly sat on the bed beside her.

"Your turn," Sisi said expectantly.

"Pardon?"

"It's your... move," she finally said with a dainty frown on her face.

"Oh, I see," I said nervously. I reached down and gently forced Sisi back on the bed. Quickly crawling up on the bed beside her, I leaned over and looked down at her tiny face. I closed my eyes and leaned down to kiss her. I found her lips small, but very eager. Her hands seemed to be all over my body at once. I finally broke the kiss and began kissing her neck.

In a few minutes I found myself facing her tiny handful of tits. They were adorable. I immediately captured one nipple in my lips and began sucking. In a moment I changed and sucked on the other one, then worried it with the tip of my tongue. Sisi hissed and arched her back. She was very responsive.

Sisi suddenly rolled me over and kissed me on the lips for several minutes until I couldn't breath. She broke the kiss and slid down to lick my tits. When she took my right nipple in her tiny mouth and began sucking, I realized that she was copying my actions. When she switched and worried my nipple with her tongue, it confirmed what I had suspected. I didn't know if this was her first time, or she was trying not to do anything I would find repulsive, but at that point I was on fire again and didn't care.

My eyes were on her tiny elfin ear, just a few inches in front of me. I leaned forward and stuck my tongue in her ear. She froze, breathing hard as I explored her ear until my aching neck forced me to lay back in exhaustion.

"That was wonderful," Sisi said, placing her fingers on her ear. I rolled over so I was on top of Sisi. I rolled her over on her stomach and began kissing her tiny butt cheeks. She groaned in pleasure. I looked up to see her looking back, her face consumed by passion. It seemed that everything I did put Sisi in a state of complete rapture. It made me feel very powerful.

"I loved the taste of her firm little ass, but my mind was already on the little love nest below my chin. I licked my way through her asshole and below, and to my amazement I sniffed her perfect little pussy for the first time. I had been smelling something like apple pie since the moment we started, and now I found the source of the smell. Her pussy smelled like apples and cinnamon. It was the most incredible smell and totally unexpected.

"Wow, you smell great," I said in awe as I rolled her over on her back.

"Thank you," she said shyly. I wanted to ask if it was a natural smell or some kind of douche, but the look on her face made me stop. Either way I planned to enjoy it.

"Taste me," Sisi begged. I looked at the beautiful, serious face and my heart fell for the little doll. I lowered my mouth to her little pussy and kissed it gently. With a groan of
pleasure I pressed my lips against the pussy and plunged my tongue up inside her. She hissed and arched her back, thrusting her pussy into my mouth.

It tasted somewhat like cinnamon and something else I couldn't identify, but I love the taste and smell. I could have spent hours there just munching on her little mound. But as I ate the tiny beauty a vision of that long tongue sprang into my mind. I realized that if we were to 69, the tiny beauty would have to be on the bottom, which she was. All I had to do was walk my knees around on the bed until my own burning pussy was near her face. It took only seconds. Sisi grabbed my ass and pulled it down to meet her mouth. The tongue shot up inside me, I stiffened and screamed.

"Did I hurt you?" Sisi gasped.

"Hell no. Don't stop," I begged, then moaned as the tongue filled my cavity once more. It felt even longer than seven inches, it was incredible. It withered and curled around inside my pussy like a bunch of snakes. I could feel it touching everything inside my pussy and loins. I was so hot.

I sucked brutally on the tiny little pussy. It didn't take long to find that the entire little mound would fit inside my mouth. I sucked with my lips, while my tongue probed her depths and tickled her clit. I wet a finger and slid it into her tiny asshole. She gasped into my pussy and redoubled her efforts. The tiny mouth on my crotch felt obscene, but the tongue was absolute heaven. In a moment I knew there was not one spot inside my loins that her tongue hadn't touched. My loins were on fire and my orgasm was building with a terrible heat.

"I'm coming," I mumbled into her sweet little pussy.

"Me too," her innocent little voice came from between my legs. I felt the fire building until I screamed and humped my pussy against her tiny mouth. She too came but made less noise than I did. I kept my mouth glued to her pussy, thrust my finger in and out of her ass violently, and strummed her clit as fast as my tongue could move, but even with all that stimulation it seemed like she barely came at all.

I was totally satisfied with my orgasm, but highly disappointed with hers. I pulled my finger out of her ass. Sisi gave a little cry and seemed to come again, but even that one
seemed small and subdued.

"You are so delicious in every way possible," I said to Sisi, but she turned her back and looked down at the edge of the bed. In a moment she handed me a wet paper cloth. I wiped my mouth, then the finger which had been inside her ass. She wiped her own mouth and genitalia with another wet cloth, then took both and tossed them in an opening that suddenly appeared.

"You are very good," Sisi said with a smile, standing to put on her uniform.

"You didn't seem too excited," I said, a little sullenly.

"We show few emotions, but feel them as strongly as you," she assured me as she slid on the filmy dress. Sisi came up to me, pulled my face down and kissed me passionately before disappearing through the door. In horror I realized that I didn't know how to open it. As I approached it opened automatically.

"So how was it?" Viv asked impishly.

"Wonderful, but she didn't seem too excited.

"She wouldn't. It was her first time, otherwise she wouldn't have shown excitement of any kind. Wait until you try old stony face over there," Viv pointed at the oldest woman on the bridge.

"Who's she?" I asked, craning my neck to keep track of the beautiful woman with stately beauty.

"Diho, the captain," Viv said. "But don't get any ideas, she's the Zet half of my pair."

"What pair?"

"A pairing of a Zet female and a human female. You and Sisi are a pair now, she belongs to you and you too her. It's kind of like a marriage."

"You never told me," I said, somewhat mad. I turned to follow Viv as she left the control room.

"No need, you were picked the moment you arrived. Sisi has been unpaired for over a year, she is also new. You were picked up on Earth for her. But if you just can't wait until you and Sisi are together again, you can make love to a human female as often as you like. It creates a healthy supply of juice. By the way, there are twenty humans on board right now, so milking won't happen again for a few days."

"Uh oh," Viv said with a smile as we entered the harem, "speaking of making love, I think Kitten has her eyes on you," Viv said, clucking at Kitten as she slinked up to me. I felt like I couldn't breath with Kitten so close. Then Kitten reached out and stroked my chest, and I gasped as fire filled my body.

"Wow, the medicine is doing it's job," Kitten smirked when I almost fainted at her touch. "You are going to be so much fun," Kitten said with a wink, then she leaned forward to give me a passionate kiss.