0 comments/ 70218 views/ 3 favorites Crash landing By: Bad Miss Emma Colours and objects where spinning around in my head. My vision was blurry. I watched it gradually come into focus. Blinding white light was making it difficult for me to see much. I tried to stand up. But a saftey belt pulled me back. Panicking, I tried to undo the belt. My delicate hands were fumbling as I struggled to figure out how to press the catch button. I looked over to the aisle seat next to me on my right. My neighbouring passenger was hanging out the seat. One of his arms was hanging over the aisle and looked very broken. It hanged like a limp appendage of meat. His bone must have been shattered by something falling on him during our not so smooth landing. His head was hanging over the aisle to, so I couldn't get a look at his eyes. His skin was bluish. He must be dead or out cold. I pressed my fingers into his throat for his jugular pulse. There was no pulse. My heart was throbbing. I could feel it pounding against my ribs as though my ribs might break with the pressure. I wasn't sure how to get out of my seat. I was panicking too badly to make any decisions. My head was spinning and the picture I was seeing of debris and luggage scattered down the aisle, loose cords and snapped straps and corpses thrown into the aisle. I was seeing triple images. There was a voice, but I couldn't understand it. It was a man's voice. He was talking to me, but the words span over my head. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or if what I saw was real. I woke up. A torso was against my chest. The torso had a black T-shirt on. I strained my eyes to see more of his body. My left eye hurt badly and I couldn't see anything out of it. My head was held against his chest, and I felt strong arms holding me around my back. I was being lifted up from my seat. I felt my weak body being supported by his. The shirt was wet from sweat. "Fuck, I thought you were dead. I thought there were only two of us alive left." He said. "I almost am dead." I grunted. "You're going to be okay." His booming voice told me, "you have a gash across your left face, but you'll be fine." Next one of his arms went under my knees. I could feel the muscles in them, and his hairs tickling my shaven legs. I felt his muscles tightening as he grunted and with the effort of bearing my body weight. Snapshot images I caught of seats and the aisle of the broken plane indicated he was carrying me outside. I felt the jolt through his body as he stepped down off the fuselage and onto the ground. My eye away from his body scanned the redness and sandiness of the ground. The ground seemed to be made of hard cake plates that had cracked between each other from sheer heat. There were a few rocks and bushes, but not much. I could feel his hips pressing in and out of my left leg that was against his body as he walked. I could hear the thumping of his feet on the ground. Slowly, he bent down and my body came in contact with the land. From the temperature drop I felt through my skin and the sudden darkness, I knew I was under the shade of something. He'd leaned my back against one side of the fuselage cylinder. "I'm going to tie the left side of your face up to keep flies out." He said. I tried to lift my hand up to feel the severity of my wound, but he pulled it back. I could hear the ripping of material. His T-shirt. I felt it being wrapped around my head, and covering my eyes so I was immersed in darkness. "Where are we?" I asked. "Some where in the Australian desert away in the whoop whoops." He replied. I felt my stomach clench. "Does anyone know we're here?" "Don't you worry about that," he said, "there's nothing we can do about them." "Is my eye going to be okay?" I asked. "Just keep it closed." He said. "But what does it look like?" "It's a little red." He said. "Do you mean its bleeding?" "It doesn't matter, it will be fixed soon." "Fuck I'm thirsty." I said. He held a bottle to my lips. I drank. My tender cracked lips swelled up with the water. I wanted to run my hands through my short blonde and tossed hair, but the bandages were in the way. "There's bottles of water and soft drinks which survived the crash. In the gully all there. And some food as well." "You, I and Tanya are the only survivors in this fuselage." He said. "And you are?" I asked. "James." "I'm Cate." "What about the other section that broke off?" "We don't know where it is." Another voice cut in. It was a woman's. It must be Tanya's. Her voice was clear cut and icy. How I'd imagine an ice pinnacle to sound when it dropped on a glass floor. "What are we going to do?" I asked. "Wait until help comes." Tanya replied. "What's the time?" "I don't know what time zone we're in." "Is it getting dark. It's getting cold." "Yes, it's getting dark." I heard James steps approach me and wrap one of the itchy airline blankets around me. It made little difference. "I'm still freezing my tits off." I winged. "Well, lets huddle together to keep warm." Tanya suggested. I felt James opening my lips and pressing something hard and round against them. "It's a boiled sweet from inside the plane," he said, "keep your energy levels up." As I sucked the lolly, I began to fell hungry. James and Tanya got some more blankets and we wrapped ourselves up in them. James moved his body towards me and I lay down to go to sleep. I felt his body moving slowly pressing harder into my left side. I wondered what he looked like. All I knew is that he had a black sweaty T-shirt, but now he had nothing on. I hoped he had strong pectorals and abdominal muscles. His hand was casually and subtly across my breast. It was as almost he was making an effort not to let the whole weight of his arm rest on it just in case I noticed. I liked the feel of our bodies close together. To show my approval, I rolled over a little towards him. Tanya lay against me on my other side. I could hear the laughing of kookaburras and squawks of other birds. The sand in the ground I was lying against seemed so hard. I wished I could have looked at the stars and moonlight. I worried what my family in Melbourne were thinking. Just about a day ago, I had been leaving Tokyo airport and standing in endless custom queues when I reached Perth. I would probably never see any of my luggage again. Tanya was pressing harder into the right side of my body. I felt her elbow and hip digging into my back. As I rolled towards James, Tanya pressed her body against my back. I was feeling squashed, but warm. I felt Tanya moving her arm over my shoulder, and touching my other breast. She was feeling the outline of my bra. The ground was feeling hard underneath my body and my hip was hurting against the ground. With a little energy, rolled my body over onto James to relieve myself from the pressure of the ground. I couldn't comprehend what Tanya was doing Tanya moved too, so I could feel her warm hand slide from under my breast where she could no longer reach. My tits hardened. Tanya was beginning to unstrap my bra from the back. I felt the release as the elastic in it shrunk back. Her fingers fluttered as they outlined my scapulae. "You're well defined..mmm." Tanya said. I felt James move one of his arms and placed it on my arse. The other of his hands moved across to Tanya's body. His hand was coming down firmer on my arse, and I could feel his fingers gripping and poking into my arsehole through the thickness of my jeans. "Your arse is tight," He said. I moved one of my hands to fell his face to see if I could imagine what he looked like. He had a little stubble across his face, and short, thickish hair. His face felt squarish. Tanya began to displace James's body, allowing her to slide under part way. As she moved, I felt someone's hand accidentally fly between my legs and over my clit. I felt myself stand on end in the moment of ecstasy, as I felt some juices beginning to run out from my hole. I tried to move my body around in hopes someone's hand would go there again, but it didn't. Instead I felt his hard cock in my leg, and I moved my body subtly down so the mound of my pubic bone would press into his cock, gently stimulating him. It worked, because I heard him groan. I wriggled myself down his body so I could reach his cock. I heard the unzipping as Tanya undid his jeans and pulled down his daks. She took my hand and I felt her place it around his now naked cock. I reached my hand up the length of his cock and found the middle of it and squeezed lightly. I wish I wasn't blind so I'd be able to see. Tanya whispers into my ear "raise your arse." I lifted my butt up into the air a little, and spread my knees apart. Tanya was beginning to undo my jeans as I felt them becoming loose, and then sliding down my skin off around my ankles. I felt her finger lifting up the back of my g-string, and sliding under my g-string from the back, and resting lightly on my clit, whilst keeping her in contact with the rest of my pussy. She was now placing her entire hand across my cunt and rubbing vigorously. It was hard to concentrate on doing James and feeling the full pressure and pleasure against my cunt. I had never been touched my a women before, nor was I attracted to women. But the sensation was wonderful. I cupped one of my hands around James's balls and rubbed the top third of his cock vigorously as he moaned. I then held my hands together so I ran my knuckles lightly along the underside of his shaft. James was shaking and I could feel myself approaching orgasm at the same time as James. I went faster and harder along his cock, as I felt Tanya?s fingers moving deeper into my hole. One finger was on my clit, another in my hole and another sliding into my arse. I was getting tense and felt my whole underside releasing into an orgasmic spasm. I groaned. "mmmgooggmmm...ooo..." James was groaning. I wished I could have seen how his face must have been twisting. I wished I could see what he looked like. Nothing mattered though. I pressed myself deeper down into Tanya's hands. My orgasm was so heavy; I felt wetness as urine was forced out between my legs. I was too tense to worry about the embarrassment. It felt wonderful coming out. "It's my turn." Said Tanya. I felt my hands electrically moving down Tanya's body trying to visualise what she must look like. She had long hair that felt soft. Her face was soft and elastic, so I guess she was quite young. Her body felt a little curvier than mine did. Her tis were round like melons and largish, and engorged and smooth nipples. I felt my way down across her belly, until my hand rested between her legs. I imagined that she had red curly hair, and she'd be soft and plumpish all over. She'd have a button nose and rounded thighs and pale skin. From her belly, I traced a line down the centre of her abdominous, and found the top of were her lips separated. She had light fuzz over the area. Tanya placed her hand on top of mine and guided it between her legs. James asked me to hold her legs and labia apart whilst he had a good go. I rotated my body around so my pussy was against her head held them, and removed her g-string, feeling the wetness on my fingers that had seeped through the material. James sunk his fingers into her cunt as she groaned. "More" she gasped, "your not going hard enough." I licked my tongue down between her voluptuous breasts. She tasted mildly of sweat. I'd never touched a girl before. I'd fantasised about touching over women; but had always considered myself straight. I moved my tongue across to her nipples, licking them slightly. Her breasts felt very different from my elastic springy smaller breasts. "Will you rub your pussy on my face?" Tanya asked in a sexy low whisper "You've a nicely shaven pussy." James whispered to me. "Thanks." I said I hesitated for a moment, but then I sat my body up a little and squatted so my pussy was on her face. I could feel her nose digging into my hole a little. I was surprised she found this so erotic, but everyone has their own kinky twists and fetishes. She opened her mouth, but I couldn?t hear what she was trying to say as it came out muffled against my pussy. But the hot air from her mouth and movement of her lips over me made me come again. "Hold me James, I can't take it." I whispered. James held me around the waist as he stopped with Tanya for a moment. He rested my body back against the ground. The excitement of it all was building up as pressure in my sore eye. I lay back, with my legs spread around the crown of Tanya's head. I could feel her moaning as James continued to finger her. "I'm done." She finally said. James lay down and put his arms around my waist. Tanya was also lying down and I could tell from her deepening in breaths that she was falling asleep from her orgasm. My head was aching. I listened to insects making little clicking noises. Eventually I feel asleep against James, wondering when our rescue would be coming. Crash Landing (Based on a dream.) She wouldn't stop masturbating. Leaning on the hull, basking in the sun, wearing nothing else, Anik was reaching one hand under her crimson loincloth, and with the other, squeezing and fondling her firm but furry breasts. This was her time of day, of course; it's not the fault of the T'kaan that they must masturbate three times a day to stay fit. Had things gone as planned she could have had this and whatever other intimate moments she needed in private, but as it was standing there as she played with herself was making me quite uncomfortable. Not least because it was beginning to turn me on. Hearing her make noises like purring and moaning as she stroked slowly, then faster, listening to her loincloth flutter in the wind, I found myself at the beginnings of an erection. For awhile I'd been trying to feign interest in my scanner, as if I really cared where we were or how long it would take us to be rescued, but after one particularly intense moan I simply had to turn and watch her. Anik's furry white body really was beautiful, if not quite human in texture and proportion. A nice young male (or female; I understand non-bisexuality is extremely rare among the race) T'kaan would be very lucky to have her. Her eyes were a gentle blue-green, teal perhaps, round like a human's, though she mostly kept them closed, and even the rounded pseudo-feline ears on the sides of her head were cute when they fluttered in her ecstasy. Normally her four nostrils bothered me, but today they seemed to suit her, inhaling and exhaling ever more heavily. Her mouth had always been soft, though eerily lipless, and her neck long and smooth. Her breasts had always seemed remarkably human, especially now as her perfectly five-fingered hand stroked and caressed them. Though not as much as most of the women on the ship, I came to see that she did have some curve to her, a gentle, almost imperceptible inward sloping to her stomach, and of course she used to joke that navels were the one thing that was universal. With those long, soft legs sprawled out carefree, and her hand pushing up the fabric of her loincloth in waves, I came to wonder what sort of elegant anatomy it covered. Did she have a vagina, deep and wet and welcoming? Vulva around it, wide lips covering and protecting it? Were the outer lips furry and soft like the rest of her? Under those lips, was there a pert and sensitive clitoris, responding gleefully to her every touch? Did she slip her fingers inside her wetness, softly pumping, imagining some strapping T'kaan's hard shaft? By now I was completely erect, stretching my uniform. I wanted desperately to stick that member in something, and right now Anik seemed a very good choice indeed. Suddenly she cried out something in what must have been her native T'kaan and began to spasm loudly, and I felt like I'd explode like a plasma torpedo. If I didn't act soon she'd finish her midday orgasms and I'd have lost my chance. "Anik?" I asked finally and sheepishly, as her body began to relax. "Do you mind if I join you?" After moaning a few more times, she collected herself, still leaving her hand under her loincloth, and said, "I didn't know humans needed midday orgasms." "We don't need them," I admitted, "but we like them." She shook her head, rubbing harder. "What have you been waiting for, then?" I smiled; she honestly didn't understand Terran taboos. Where she came from everyone would sit and masturbate together as surely as we might gather for lunch. So, deciding that it wouldn't upset her, I unzipped my pants, immensely glad just to feel the freedom of my penis in the open air. I couldn't have waited any longer if I'd tried as I wrapped my hand around my shaft and rubbed for all I was worth. Yet she did seem surprised, however, both by the size of my member and the fact that I'd completely revealed it. "Oh," she laughed, "do you make orgasms together with your clothes off on Earth?" "Always," I said, not sure if I was lying or not. "Then I shall do the same," she giggled, and immediately tore down her loincloth. I watched in awe as she revealed not one, but three little clitorises, arranged in a triangle, each receiving alternating attention from her palm. Her outer lips were indeed as furry as I'd thought (and hoped), and now pulled so completely open that her body looked unimaginably aroused and sweetly vulnerable. A sticky, milky wetness, almost like semen, poured out of her various organs, leaving spots on her fur and the hull. Her vagina was tight and oval-shaped, but I was confident it could and would stretch for me. As I stared in awe ar her spasming body, I found myself rubbing my shaft uncontrollably, as if guided by a force outside myself. Soon she was staring at me as I at her, and it was obvious that we were each intensely excited by this display of foreign sexuality. Her next orgasm was simultaneous with mine, and when we both recovered, I have never seen anyone so happy to see puddles of semen on the ground. "That's your two for midday, isn't it?" I laughed, noticing sweat on my own forehead. "We're done?" She got up, drawing her body closer, that body which I realized by now was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. She waited until she was right up next to me, reaching out to touch the hand in which I held my detumescing penis, to whisper, "We need two; we like more." I grinned and pressed the head of my penis into her palm, gently enough to seem almost accidental. Smiling in her own way, she purred and began to softly stroke; I wondered what she was used to seeing, touching, penetrating. Almost immediately I could feel my erection coming back. I leaned closer, and began to nuzzle my face into the softness of her neck, as I thought a horny T'kaan might do. She laughed with joy, as if surprised how similar the two races really were, then reached over to pull my pants further down. As it hardened she wrapped her hand tightly around my shaft. Leaning back, I placed my hands on her sides, holding her, feeling her subtle curves, stroking around and upward until my hands were fondling her breasts. She smiled wider–it was definitely a smile–then suddenly pushed closer and kissed me. She kissed me hard and passionate, showed me just how intensely you could kiss without needing any lips at all. Even the fur around her mouth seemed to add more in its softness than it could ever take away. Then she pulled away, and spun, facing her back to me, making herself vulnerable again. Holding my hands to her waist she moved her remarkably human ass up and down my body, sliding the tip of my now-fully-erect penis across every surface and crevasse. "Do T'kaan like it in the wrong hole too?" "Never tried it myself," she giggled. "But," and then she purred something in her native tongue that sounded as seductive as erotica and as beautiful as poetry. Suddenly that ear sticking out the side of her head simply looked too cute to ignore, and I just had to nibble it, hoping she wouldn't mind. I was glad to hear it draw a moan of delight. Then she pulled away again, now leaning over and spreading her legs, displaying her glorious anatomy. Seductively she drew her hands down her body, ending at that trio of clitorises, which she greeted gently and affectionately with her fingertips. By now my penis was hopping up and down, begging to penetrate something, and I found myself humping at her buttock. If she didn't give me an orifice soon I didn't know what I was going to do. But then, she thrusted her body toward me, and the next thing I knew I was inside her. There was no delay, no hesitation, hardly any resistance, just this smooth softness surrounding my member from all sides and a warm wetness slowly leaking onto my testicles. She fit me as if she were designed for the purpose, and we both moaned in joy at every motion. She took control, snaking her body in ways I'm sure no human could have done, pumping her body in waves from head to toe, embedding me in her sexual tsunami. Maybe we were having sex, maybe we were fucking, maybe we were making love, but whatever this Terran and this T'kaan were doing together, it was the most beautiful experience of my life. She did things to me I didn't know were possible, and I did things to her I knew she'd never felt either. We made a day of it, starting with her pussy, then moving onto to her ass, her mouth. I could have spent hours playing with those clits with my tongue. She taught me how to say "Oh, yes," and "Harder!" in T'kaan. I taught her names for body parts the English tutors had been too shy to use. We both lost count of our orgasms, amazed ourselves with our stamina, and by the end of the day we couldn't tell and didn't care whether the fluid covering the ground, the hull, and ourselves was mine or hers. Of course we were still all over each other when the rescue party arrived, and the Captain reprimanded us both (for "recreation on active duty," as I recall), but he could have put me in solitary confinement and he'd never convince me that day wasn't the best day of my life.