Sexy First Contact

Note: Sex with aliens that really like humans, yup. Wanted to do a story based on this amazing pic (http://tiny.cc/2leeez) but ended up not liking it, still submitting tho. The idea seemed so hot in my head, but having to explain why it was hot ended up being clunky.

2182 was when we met them, First Contact. But it wasn’t what most people thought it would be. Sure there was the initial awe, panic, denial, reverence, paranoia and so on like you’d expect, but then we got to know the Nyzi a little bit better and things took a turn.

The Nyzi were a mono-gendered race, or more technically they were a non-gendered one. But to us, they basically just all looked like women, and impossibly enough, attractive ones at that. Scientists struggled to explain the infinitesimally small chance of such a cosmic fluke at first, but once we started mingling, most people stopped looking that gift horse in the mouth.

Structurally, they looked pretty similar to us, with a few major differences. For one, their skin color could range the entire spectrum, and for another, they had bioluminescent tissue all over the place in sensitive areas. They had ridged horns protruding from their foreheads, tails, and long, pointed ears, like elves do in fantasy holos. That first bit combined with the fact the first few we met had red skin and their behavior spawned no end to the religious paranoia that followed Contact.

But it was their behavior that really surprised everyone. See, the Nyzi had a highly developed sense of smell, and for whatever reason, they liked the way we smelled, a lot. Our pheromones might have been odorless to each other, but to the Nyzi it was an intensely pleasant, intoxicating and deeply provoking aphrodisiac. For them, just being around us would kick their libidos into overdrive, something our diplomats experienced first-hand. It wasn’t long before that became general knowledge to both us, and them. Soon after, Sol became the number one tourist destination for their entire species. Needless to say, this happy coincidence made a lot of people very happy.

~

You’d think there’d be a gender imbalance with all the guys travelling up here to Luna to take advantage of our neighbors, but there wasn’t. The way the Nyzi flooded into Sol tipped the scales so far in their favor, guys from Missouri to Mars were neck deep in Nyzi pussy, or at least it’s equivalent. Sometimes after heading out, it’d take minutes before I even spotted another guy; moving to Neo-Kyoto was probably the best decision I’d ever made.

I headed down to my favorite spot, an area filled with bars, clubs and other entertainment near the spaceport where all the new arrivals usually went first.

Every second I spent up here I felt like a kid in a candy shop, just absolutely spoiled for choice. Practically every Nyzi I walked past did their best to get my attention, but I tried not to get distracted since I wanted fresh meat. It wasn’t easy though, it never was, the Nyzi were quick to pick up on what humans liked and dressed for it. Transparent jackets, toys and plugs as accessories, cut-off shirts that only covered the top half of their tits, pants with slits, stockings and garters without underwear, strapped harnesses or nothing but black tape, they wore it all to try and attract a mate. In fact, Nyzi designers were outdoing human ones in designing the sluttiest, most appetizing things possible despite only being acquainted with our preferences briefly.

Passing by the places, I saw a familiar scene playing out between some guy and his Nyzi. I hadn’t heard the conversation, but it seemed pretty obvious the guy was breaking up with the Nyzi if what she was saying was any indication.

“Please,” the cute Nyzi pleaded. “I’m still tight, I’m still good for a few more years at least.” But the guy had a younger Nyzi at his side and wasn’t hearing any of it. It seemed a bit cruel to me but it wasn’t exactly uncommon. With the gender ratios the way they were, guys started acting a lot different. I didn’t want to get involved so I moved on, before the Nyzi caught my eye and decided on a **** rebound right then and there. Rebounds were nice and all, but I already had a plan in mind.

The closer I got to the spaceport, the more new arrivals I saw, and they were pretty easy to tell apart. For one, they still wore things that covered most of their skin, but that usually didn’t last long. Most of them were gorgeous obviously, but up here with so many of them, you could afford to be extra picky. Eventually one caught my eye, she looked like she’d been here for a while but was leading around a pack of new arrivals. I know I said I wanted fresh meat, but there was something about her that I liked.

She had grey skin and one of her horns was cracked off in the middle. She was covered in piercings too, bars and rings through both ears, spikes and a stud on her bottom lip, a nose ring, and if the shapes I saw through her tight black shirt were any indication, nipple piercings too. She was dressed pretty conservatively too, as far as local fashion went. She actually wore underwear for one and had on a leather jacket over her shirt, though that was still short enough that you saw underboob.

The punk look on the alien did it for me and I made up my mind, I approached her. She didn’t see me coming but the group she was leading did. By the time she turned her head to see what they were looking at I was next to her. I grabbed her gently by the throat and pushed her towards the nearest wall. It might’ve looked bad if she were a normal girl, but she wasn’t. Guys didn’t need to ask with them, the Nyzi always were up for it. As if to confirm it, she threw a grin towards her group who looked back at her jealously.

I pulled down my pants and fished out my already stiff cock before casually lifting her shirt up with one finger, revealing her tits and the nipple piercings I had seen earlier. She didn’t even react to being undressed in public, she just kept staring at me. Fingering her underwear aside, I saw her pussy lips were already glowing with anticipation. But that wasn’t my target; I slid my cock over and past both it and her asshole, ignoring them in favor of the third option.

See, Nyzi had three holes down there, one for sex and one for waste, both looked just like ours and were in the same places, but then they had a third one for making babies and it just looked like a smaller, tighter asshole. It was a small, extremely sensitive orifice that was meant to receive the bulbous tips of other Nyzi which exchanged genetic material. Though, that wasn’t a distinction most guys cared about, it looked like an asshole so guys wanted to fuck it.

The punk snarled as I slipped into her ‘ass’.

“My kinda guy,” she said in surprisingly fluent English, with only a hint of her exotic Nyzi accent. “You got a fuck buddy?”

Her reaction got me going even harder since they practically never liked it when humans stuck it in there. The thing was, the act of letting other Nyzi in there was seen as a deeply intimate and special since their tail tips released a cocktail of pleasurable chemicals and connected their nervous systems, allowing mating Nyzi to experience the sensations of the other. It was something only the closest and most intimate of lovers did, so sticking a cock in there was incredibly taboo to them, which was why I liked doing it so much.

When the group of Nyzi the punk was leading saw where I had stuck it, a chorus of gasps rippled through them. The jealous looks were quickly replaced by shock and alarm, some even turned away with flushed cheeks, but a few kept watching in a curious daze.

“I could do with another. Why, you like that?” I asked, punctuating the question with a hard thrust into her ass, making her tits jiggle.

The punk bit her lower lips, another snarl flashing across her pretty face. Her wild expression told me all I needed to know. Looks like I’d snagged a freak. Their second assholes were small and meant for the gentle probing of tail tips, not the hard, rabid thrusts I was spearing into her. I had no idea what it would feel like, but judging by the cringing faces on some of the other Nyzi, it couldn’t be great. Though the punk I was with was a glutton for punishment and seemed to get off on it more and more, especially with the other Nyzi watching.

I wanted to really give them something to talk about, so I swapped holes. I pulled out without warning and slid into her real ass, bottoming out in one go. The punk gasped at the sudden punishing presence that punched into her colon. I gripped my cock by the base and stirred myself around inside her, rearranging her insides. She gritted her teeth and growled while I heard a few worried, squeaking sounds come from her entourage. As much as she seemed to like it, she still squirmed around a little so I had to tighten my grip on her throat.

A moment later I pulled out and slammed back into her second ass. I went back and forth between the two sphincters, swapping ass to ass constantly. A few of the new arrivals hurried away, too horrified by what was happening to watch any more, but most stayed, a few even watched with glowing ear and tail tips and glazed expressions. I wasn’t sure if they had porn, or if ass to ass was something that they even did, but judging by their reaction, it was probably the most debased thing a Nyzi could do.

It was absolutely filthy and defiling something special to them, but the punk I was with was practically shining. Her pussy, ear and tail tips, and the back of her horns were all glowing brightly while a small flood of clear, sticky fluid trailed from her gash. Seeing her get off on the **** sent me over the edge and I exploded deep in her ass, filling it with what felt like endless spurts of cum.

I let go of her throat and watched the Nyzi wobble on shaky legs for a moment before she collapsed on the ground, her eyes fluttering and chest heaving. Her legs were still spread and I saw her gaping ass dribble my cum out slowly, obscenely onto the street.

Wanting to get cleaned, I stood over her and held my softening cock in front of her face. She still seemed pretty out of it, but had enough presence of mind to absentmindedly suckle my cock, cleaning it off and drawing another chorus of gasps from her friends.

I typically didn’t like fucking the same Nyzi twice, but I kinda liked her. While she cleaned me off, I slid my contact details onto her comm with a short message- ‘In case you wanted more’- before I left her.

~

It wasn’t much of a surprise when she showed up on my doorstep a few days later.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” she replied, stepping past me and into my apartment without asking. Instead of finding it rude, I kinda liked it.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d come.”

She snorted. “I needed a few days to recover after that pounding.”

“So you’re all better now?”

“Not really, but who cares right?”

My cock started getting harder as she reminded me why I liked her.

“So, ready for more?”

“Wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

I shook my head with a smile, impressed by her. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a Nyzi like you. How long you been here?” I said as I pushed her up against a wall.

She hummed in thought for a moment. “About four of your years.”

“Wow, that long?” I asked, more than a little shocked by the answer. Nyzi usually didn’t spend that long in one place. “How old are you?”

“96,” she groaned out as I slowly sank into her other ass.

She was talking Nyzi years, so I did a quick bit of arithmetic and converted. On their home planet of Itri, six of their years only equaled one of ours, making her 16 by our standards. It sounded creepy, but the Nyzi were a short lived species; being 40 by our standards was considered practically knocking at ****’s door for them, though to us, even at that age they looked like they were barely into their 30’s. To make up for it, they matured remarkably quickly; infancy only lasted a couple months while childhood and adolescence together only added up to five Earth years. By the time they were six here, they were fully developed, looked like adults and were considered ones on their world.

Despite knowing the facts and biological differences, I still got a kick out of assfucking someone so young and already so disgusting, and even more so from the fact she’d been doing this for years already.

The punk, whose name I still didn’t know seemed to take my silence the wrong. “You don’t like being with someone so old right?” she said, for the first time lacking her usual confidence.

“What?”

“You could trade me in for a younger model, like one of those new arrivals I was guiding, but you saw how they reacted. They’d never let you do what I let you do.”

That wasn’t what I was thinking at all, but the demeaning way she was worried I’d leave her for someone younger was only turning me on, so I let her keep thinking that.

“Maybe, maybe not,” I said as I started swapping ass to ass again.

She switched tact. “Whatever, I was just looking for a fuck buddy,” she groaned. “When you get tired of them, you can ruin my assholes whenever you want, just call me whenever you’re in the mood for an easy pump and dump.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said.