By Aliens

When you awaken this morning, the first thing you realize is that you're not in your own home. You seem to be lying face up on a kind of examining table in a sterile white room. Looking around, you see you're in a hospital or infirmary of some kind. You're also completely naked and don't even have a sheet or anything to cover the huge and lewdly waving boner standing like a towering redwood. The next shock comes as you look out of the "window" and see the inky blackness of space and the stars shooting past. The conclusion you draw may be impossible, but it's the only one you can think of: you've been **** by aliens!

You're just glancing around the room to see if there's anything to cover up with when the door opens, admitting your alien captors. What you see makes you swallow hard and makes your cock twitch with desire. There are three of them, all female, a bit taller than average human height with slightly iridescent green skin and hair in a variety of metallic colors. You note that they all have three eyes and...you blink in astonishment, not two but three titanic boobs each. The front-most one is tallest with a somewhat muscular build and hair like polished copper, obviously the leader. Behind her is a slightly shorter and plumper alien, all sweet slopes and curves with shining silver hair and three-lensed glasses. You'd guess she's a doctor or scientist. The third looks younger and a bit more bouncy and energetic. She has hair like bright gold. You're not sure on her position on the ship. Each is clad only in a belted toga.

“Greetings, Nick,” says the leader as she steps forward, “I am Captain Lasha. My science officer Junta and my first officer Ritah.”

She indicates first to the silver haired one with glasses and then to the golden haired one. They both nod as they are introduced.

“Okay,” you say, “pleased to meet you. Now…what’s going on and why don’t I have any clothes?”

The Lasha and Ritah look over to Junta who looks slightly annoyed.

“I told you the information machine doesn’t work on human brains,” she sighs, “we’ll have to do this the old fashioned way…by explaining it.”

“It would seem we do owe you an explanation,” says Lasha, turning back to you somewhat apologetically, “I’ll just get to the point. You are…an experiment, sort of. You were born with several enhancements we added. The most…obvious one is your phallic enhancement. We had hoped to learn of the sexual habits of the human through you, but it would seem that even up to this point you have not engaged in sexual contact with anyone.”

“It’s not through lack of wanting,” you admit, “just lack of opportunity. It’s not like I’m going to go around **** people.”

Lasha seems confused again, but this time, so do the others. They look to each other and back to you.

“Do you mean to say,” says Ritah in an appalled tone of voice, “that no human female has expressed true appreciation for your mighty appendage? Not one?”

“Shocking,” says Lasha, “and I thought it was sure fire.”

“It would seem that human females tastes have gone towards other men,” says Junta with a sigh, “We should have taken their fashions into account. But surely…you do know of the sexual practices of humans. We’ve researched them, but have never experienced them.”

“And I so wish to,” says Ritah, excited, “They sound so glorious.”

“Well, I mean…in theory yes,” you admit.

“Do you find our appearances worthy of experimentation?” asks Junta suddenly, “Perhaps we can show you the appreciation that earth females have not.”

You swallow hard and Lasha, seeming to like the idea, turns her full focus on your throbbing organ, now twitching with want.