The Passenger Ch. 08

Then the most wonderful thing happened. The overhead light blinked. Off. On. Off. On again.

I wasted no time. I pushed the little button set into the handle of the sable brush twice, turning the vibrations in her rear up to their maximum level before tossing the brush aside. Then I literally dove down between her spread thighs, my mouth aiming for her distended clit, my hands reaching up at the same time to grasp her nipples.

Gods! They were hard! Her clit felt like a warm, smooth steel rivet under my tongue, bigger than ever, and her nipples were like bolts made out of hull metal. I pinched those large, swollen tips, gently but firmly, while flicking the tip of my tongue across her rock-hard clit, applying just the amount of pressure and friction that I knew she needed...

And she went off like an anti-matter bomb.

Her cry became a high-pitched scream as she grew tense, then shuddered under me. If her juices had flowed like a river before, they came in a tidal wave now, wetting my face, chin and neck and filling my mouth. Her body lifted itself from the bed in what could in other circumstances have easily been mistaken for a fit, and she shook and thrashed with the force of her release. Her clit pulsed under my tongue, larger and harder than ever before, and I felt the lips of her pussy move as her inner contractions forced more and more of her nectar out of her. Her screams went on and on, great spasms tearing through her body as she thrashed around on the bed, lifting herself clear of the bed more than once.

Finally I had to let go of her. She continued to shake for a long time, but after what seemed an eternity she began to relax a little. She opened her eyes, still shivering, but her look was unfocused as she lay there, panting. Her face was red and covered in sweat, but there was a hungry, unfulfilled look on that face.

"Anne? Are you alright?"

She didn't answer for a few moments, then she nodded slowly.

"Yes..." she whispered in a soft, ragged voice

"More?"

This time a weak smile slowly spread across her face. I needed no further encouragement. I moved up across the bed until I sat on my knees beside her, then bent town to take her nipple in my mouth and gently sucked it. It was still rock-hard, and I gently ran the tip of my tongue over its pebbled tip. She shuddered, and with my other hand I reached down to stroke the inside of her thigh, moving slowly up until I found the wet heat waiting at its apex.

Rather than focusing on her little pleasure button, I slipped my fingertips into the sopping-wet folds and massaged the slick, slippery flesh within. She was hot as a fire inside, and soaking wet. I faintly felt the buzzing of the capsule that was still lodged within her rear entrance. My thumb eventually did find her clit, but I teased rather than pushed her toward release. The contact with that hard, hard nub was light and infrequent, sending little shocks of pleasure up her body that complemented the rhythm of my fingers inside her. I felt her inner muscles twitch every time I touched her clit, and she moaned softly while I continue to gently stroke and caress her breasts with my other hand, my fingertips occasionally playing across the tips of her hard nipples.

It wasn't long before her moans grew louder, and I felt her inner muscles begin to tense up around my fingers. Her moaning became a grunting, deep and animalistic; a sound I'd never heard from her before, and somehow, instinctively, I knew what she needed me to do.

I moved down my other hand and put a finger on either side of the stem of her clit, while the two fingers of my other hand inside her sopping wet pussy were joined by a third. Then I began to pump my fingers in and out of her hot, slick center while my other hand rubbed up and down alongside her clit, pulling on the skin as if I were jacking off a very small cock. I moved slowly at first, gradually increasing the pace as her breathing deepened. Her skin pulled gently on the hard, taut head of her clit, swollen and reddish-purple, and my fingers inside her made sloppy, sucking noises as her juices continued to flow. Suddenly a shudder went through her. She grunted again, and she pulled up her legs, pressing her thighs together, both my hands clasped between them.

Fortunately her juices had spread copiously across her skin by now, and I retained just enough freedom of movement to keep up what I was doing. Her body grew tense, then convulsed, and I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers as she came, making all sorts of noises that were a mix of grunts, moans, cries and anything halfway in between.

"Nnnngggggnnhhh!!! Nnnngghooohhhh... Ooohhh... OoooooOOOHHHH!!! Nnnggghhnnnhh!!"

She began to roll from left to right and back again, her body tossing and turning as she convulsed with the intensity of it. My hands continued to move in sync, one pistoning in and out of her pussy, the other one pulling on her clit in the same rhythm. It went on and on, and my guess was that she was having a whole bunch of successive orgasms, one of the heels of the other, and it went on and on. Her insides grew hotter and hotter around my pumping fingers. When I looked up, I saw that she had her head turned back, her mouth open, looking cross-eyed, and then her eyes rolled up as yet another wave of release swept through her. She let out a high-pitched, keening sound and her body grew rigid. I gradually changed my strokes from deep and regular to shallow and quick, and she threw herself off the bed as her pleasure tore through her.

"Oh! OOOOHHH!!! Oh gods! OoooOOOOOHHH!!!!!"

She opened her legs again, and I wasted no time. I bent down, kept the hood of her clit pulled up, and the tip of my tongue found the pulsing tip. She screamed again at the contact and she shook with renewed force as my tongue flicked across the exposed tip of her exploding pleasure button in sync with the contractions of her pussy around my fingers.

Eventually I sensed she had reached her limit, and I lightened the pressure of my tongue on her clit as I gradually slowed my strokes; providing her with just enough stimulation to prolong what I somehow knew to be her final climax. For now, at least. She continued to shake and shudder, but I felt how her body began to lose some of its tension. I gave her clit one last parting lick before I let the movements of my hands taper off, keeping them where they were, as she slowly came down from those incredible orgasmic heights.

She... Well, there's no other word for it: she was a mess. But a wonderful mess. Her face was red; her hair was plastered against her head and her face ran with perspiration. Her skin was sticky under my hands with the juices that had flowed, then spurted out of her. The bed was soaked. She had her eyes closed, a look of utter exhaustion on her face, and she panted like she'd just set a new record on the one mile dash. She was utterly beautiful.

Eventually her breathing began to slow and she opened her eyes. She smiled weakly, looking a little dazed, but happy.

"Oh, gods..." she whispered. "I have never felt anything like that... That was..."

I smiled.

"Indescribable?"

She nodded slowly, her smile spreading into a lazy, happy grin.

"Yes."

Then her eyes caught my throbbing cock, which had not fared too well through all this. It was hard to the point of almost being sore, and my balls ached with the unrelieved pressure. The head, purple and engorged, was shiny with tension and pre-cum, and a thick, transparent drop was hanging from it. She reached out to touch it and it twitched at the contact.

"Oh, my love... You're almost exploding, aren't you?"

I smiled and nodded.

"Just about, yes," I admitted.

"So why don't you put it where it will do you the most good?"

She opened her legs and gently pulled my cock toward her. I needed no further encouragement. She was sopping wet; in fact her inner thighs were coated with her fluids. I knelt down between her spread thighs, aimed my cock for her hot, slick, wide open pussy, and slid all the way into her in one smooth thrust.

I was not prepared for what happened then.

Having completely forgotten about the little capsule that was still buzzing away merrily in her rear entrance, I was taken completely by surprise by what I felt when I entered her. Her orgasmic contractions must have moved the little bug deeper into her, and with only a thin layer separating the inside of her pussy from her rear canal, I felt a little bump directly underneath the tip of my throbbing shaft, and the vibrations ran straight through the head of my cock.

"What?" Anne asked, seeing the expression of my face.

But I couldn't answer her right then. I was focusing too hard on trying not to come then and there.

"Ohooh!" she said, understanding dawning on her face, and she giggled.

"Oh!" I echoed, my voice sounding hoarse. "Oh gods... Ooohh.... OoooaaaAAAHHH!!!!"

Because at that point I simply couldn't hold it any longer. I'd already been close to bursting when I entered her, and the feeling of the head of my cock being vibrated like that through the rear wall of her pussy immediately proved my undoing. I didn't even have the time to for one single thrust. The pleasure in my cock soared, ballooned, and erupted.

I screamed then, so intense was the discharge of my pent-up sexual energy. Stars burst out of the head of my cock in a bright and swirling cloud that would have put an exploding galaxy to shame. It filled her pussy to overflowing, and then the supernova in its core went off in a blue-white explosion of pure energy, filling my cock with the cold, lightning-bright power of my orgasm until the eruption could no longer be contained.

It was as if an electrical current ran from me, into her, filling both of us with dancing bright-blue sparks that arced from my cock into her cunny, until the very core of her was saturated with it and her body released it back to me somehow, completing the circuit. My cock pulsed, and I felt a flood of cum stream out of me and blast deeply into her hot, wet center, followed by another spurt even more powerful than the first one, then another one, as I emptied myself into her. It went on and on, and I dimly realized I'd never cum this much before; it felt as if my pulsing cock pumped about a gallon of cum into her.

Eventually the fires of my climax began to burn down, and when I came to my senses I became aware of two things. First, I was panting as hard as Anne had a few moments ago. Second, the little capsule was still buzzing merrily away inside her, titillating the head my cock with its vibrations, and somehow that feeling hinted that there was more to come.

"More to come. That's really a terrible pun," I said to myself.

Myself said nothing. I guess he was still dazed by what had just happened. I know I was.

But the feelings that vibrated through the head of my cock wouldn't be denied. I slowly withdrew from her cum-filled pussy, and it made a weird, slurping sound as I did so. But before the head of my cock popped out of her I reversed, slowly entering her again. Her juices mixed with mine as they surrounded my cock and ran out of her to join the mess that had already soaked into the bedding. I carefully slid back into her hot, drenched core until the head of my cock reached that place where the vibrations of the capsule permeated her insides, and I gasped softly as I felt it. I held still there for a moment, then withdrew again.

I slowly moved in and out of her with long, deep strokes, taking my time, and every time I invaded her hot, wet center, the vibrations assaulted the head of my cock in a wonderful way. The deeper I slid into her, the more delicious the sensations became, and suddenly I realized that I was going to cum again. I noticed I was panting, shaking slightly with the effort after having cum so recently, but the pleasure that once again pooled in my loins would not be denied, much less controlled. The familiar tingling in my cock and the pressure building rapidly in my groin told me I had only moments left. I didn't even try to hold back, because I knew I was about to lose it and nothing was going to change that.

"Anne..." I managed. "I..."

She smiled, looking up to me, and she reached out to caress my face with her fingertips.

"Do it, my love," she whispered. "Don't hold back."

She moved her hips to meet mine as my cock slid into her all the way, and I felt her pussy grow tighter around my rock-hard shaft as she deliberately contracted her inner muscles. I slowly withdrew, then reversed to slide back into her, deeper and deeper, until the head of my cock one again reached that place where the vibrations from her rear came through that thin wall of flesh...

And once again the pleasure suddenly exploded in the head of my cock.

Ye gods, it was intense! In fact the pleasure was almost painfully intense. When had I last cum this hard? Maybe it was the long earlier build-up, or maybe it was because I was now cumming again so shortly after the first time; something I had never been able to do before... Thinking back on it now, maybe there was something to what Por had said about Anne's pheromones having their effect on me. Maybe not. Even now, I still don't know. All I know is that I had never felt an orgasm that intense, that powerful. The pleasure burned its way from the head of my cock through the rock-hard shaft and into my groin, almost searingly intense, and once again I could almost feel the streams of sexual energy bursting outward from the head of my cock to infuse her inner core with a white-hot light too bright to even imagine. I felt another eruption of cum boiling up from my groin and then my cock pulsed, propelling the thick, hot stream onward until it burst out in a powerful blast, spurting deep into her waiting depths. Another spurt, another... I would have expected that my previous ejaculation would have left me dry, but it didn't, and I had no idea where it came from, but I filled her inner depths with my hot, thick load, spurt after spurt. Bright lights danced before my closed eyes.

I dimly realized I had collapsed on top of her, and she held me; her arms around me to steady me. I panted, my eyes closed, and it took a while before the fog cleared. When I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was her smile, shining on her face like the newly risen sun on a summer morning, and when I looked into her eyes the love I saw there was just as bright. I kissed her, and she caressed my face.

"Hey..." she said softly.

I smiled back at her.

"Hey," I replied.

"Wow... That looked like a really good one."

I nodded weakly.

"It was... It was incredible," I said, my voice still a little hoarse. "You are amazing."

"You're not so bad yourself, my love. I've never cum this hard before. Ever."

"Me neither," I said. "Not for lack of trying on your part, though. You've always been awesome. But this..."

Her smile became a happy grin, and she nodded.

"Yeah... I know what you mean. I could feel you swell up inside me. You get so incredibly hard, just before you come. I love that feeling."

"I've never cum twice in a row before. Ever."

"Well," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "We know how we got there this time, and I won't soon forget, so brace yourself, my captain."

I kissed her, then pushed myself up with some effort and slowly withdrew my now flaccid cock from her hot, sopping pussy. It made a wet, sopping sound, and she chuckled. When my cock flopped out of her, a thick glob of our mingled juices followed it, running down along her inner thighs and through the crack of her butt to join the mess already on the bed. If the bedding hadn't been this absorbent, we would have been lying in a puddle. As it was, the fabric under us was soaked.

"Ehm... Harvey?" she giggled. "You can switch that thing off now."

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, right, sorry..." I stammered. "I guess I forgot."

Groping around on the rumpled bed, I finally found the sable brush. I pushed and held the tiny button set into the handle until there was a soft beep.

"Thanks," she said, smiling.

She reached down, parted her buttocks with the fingers of one hand until she found the string with the other and gently pulled on it until the small capsule slipped out of her.

"This thing is fun!" she said.

I nodded.

"Yep, it is. I'll see if Por will let us hang on to it. If not, I'm sure we can pick one up, somewhere."

I got up, held out my hand to her. As she stood, our combined juices ran down the insides of her legs.

"Oops," she said. "I guess we'd better use that shower."

"Definitely," I nodded.

I peeled the monitor disk from my arm and dropped it on the bed. While Anne did the same, I pushed the button next to the panel Por had indicated. It slid open, revealing a bathroom that was small by Gawrran standards but still roomy for us, and we spent some time washing the slick and sticky evidence of our passion off each other. Eventually we were dressed once again and presentable enough to face the good doctor. When I opened the door and we stepped into his office, he was sitting at his desk, studying a series of graphs on the display set into its surface.

"We have some verrry interrresting data herrre," he rumbled, looking up as we stepped in. "I had of courrrse studied human physiology prrriorrr to ourrr meeting, but therrre is nothing like prrractical data. Some of the compounds rrreleased durrring yourrr mating arrre quite exotic, at least by Gawrran standarrrds."

"Speaking of which," I said. "The bed is a little worse for wear, I'm afraid."

He smiled his good smile.

"Not to worrry. We arrre used to that sorrrt of thing herrre. Gawrrans arrre no differrrent frrrom humans when it comes to the varrrious secrrretions being rrreleased durrring mating. And we have done extensive rrresearrrch in the prrrocess of developing ourrr prrroducts, with many volunteerrrs, and we arrre medical prrrofessionals, so we arrre quite accustomed to dealing with bodily fluids."

"Ehm..." Anne began. "There's something I've been wondering about..."

Por looked at her inquiringly.

"We know little or nothing about Gawrran sex," she continued. "And I can't help being curious. Since we're on the subject I hope you won't consider it rude of me to ask. I wouldn't have mentioned it under different circumstances, of course."

Por nodded.

"That is always a wise aprrroach. Many of us arrre quite prrrivate when it comes to that. But I will be happy to satisfy yourrr currriosity. You do know that we mate seasonally?"

Anne nodded.

"This is only one of the many differrrences between Gawrran and human sexual behaviorrr," Por rumbled. "Humans arrre capable of mating at any time, and therreforrre have evolved it as a rrregularrr rrreinforrrcement of pairrrbonding and forrr pleasurrre, rrratherrr than merrrely mating forrr rrreprrroduction. Gawrran physiology is quite differrrent. Both male and female Gawrrans only begin to prrroduce cerrrtain pherrromones at the starrrt of the mating season. Most of Gawrran society and business closes down at that point, forrr it is a time of many distrrractions. All Gawrrans seek theirrr mates at that time. We mate forrr life, and only the one with whom we arrre mated prrroduces the exact pherrromone combination that leads to sexual arrrousal."

"That makes sense," Anne said.

"It is good that you underrrstand. As to specifics, Gawrrans mate in a sitting position. The male sits down, and the female lowerrrs herrrself upon him while standing overrr him..."

"Why standing?" Anne interrupted.

"The averrrage Gawrran male memberrr, when fully engorrrged and errrect, is about the size of yourrr mate's forrrearrrm," Por explained calmly.

Anne looked impressed.

"The female must stand when she takes his memberrr inside herrr," Por continued. "The male penetrrrates his mate's body to a depth of about two feet on averrrage and, in doing so, stimulates cerrrtain nerrrve rrreceptorrrs located therrre. Yourrr physiology is rrratherrr differrrent, in that the human female nerrrve rrreceptorrrs that facilitate sexual stimulation arrre located mostly on the outside."