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Alien Desires Ch. 01

By: brian473317



Working out on the edge was something that Samantha Morris enjoyed. She liked the solitude and the privacy; but mostly she liked the idea that she was the only one around for millions of miles. She grinned to herself at the anachronistic term, a term for which she had been chastised many times in her past.

The honest truth was, she was approximately three hundred million parsecs from Earth, which placed her as far from the home planet as human kind had reached to date. Not only that, but she was in an orbital station above a planet that had been discovered about fifty solar years before and had dumbfounded the scientific community because it had contained the ruins of an apparently abandoned civilization; ruins that were man's first concrete proof that they were not alone in the universe. 

The first few decades after the initial discovery had brought more archeologists and paleontologists and exobiologists and every other kind of "ologist" you could think of than you could shake a stick at. It became apparent though that, not only were the ruins very old, they had virtually no evidence of what kind of creature had actually inhabited them; and after the discovery of the ruins themselves there had been no new discoveries about the ruins since. And so after forty years of frustration, the ruins had been abandoned yet again, this time by the scientific community of Earth who held that everything that could be learned from the dig had already been discovered.

And that was just the way Samantha liked it. She had come here three months ago to study the planet, not for the ruins, but for an unexplained EM field that had been emanating from the planet since long before it was discovered and showed no signs whatever of dissipating. All the testing of the field that had been done prior to this had been for the sake of determining whether it was harmful. After it had been deemed safe it had been largely ignored by the best and brightest minds on Earth. They were after bigger fish, an alien civilization! And now fifty years later, their hopes and dreams shattered and their egos smashed before the whole world, they had left Planet Ruins, for so it had been named, to go and lick their collective wounds.

Samantha Morris was a striking woman. Just thirty-two years old, she had graduated with a PhD in rocket propulsion from CalTech and yet another doctorate in electro mechanics from MIT. Not only had she done this concurrently, attending classes and submitting two very different theses to the two universities, she had graduated convincingly near the top of her class at both institutions. Her counselors had encouraged her to acquire the degrees separately so she could excel at each one, but she had rejected the idea, knowing that there was a wide universe to explore and only so much time to do it.

So here she was, examining her data as far away from home as a person could be, seeking and getting all the satisfaction she had ever needed from the digital readouts in front of her, recording the data for later use in her next thesis which she would publish after she had learned everything there was to learn about this strange EM field.

The station itself was relatively small but functional. It contained sleeping quarters, a fully equipped electronics lab and a centrifugal gymnasium so she could retain her athletic figure. It also contained a galley with the latest in food recycling technology. The premise was simple; it isolated the atomic make-up of all human effluents and rebuilt them as needed. 

For instance, you could have the generator produce a sirloin steak or an ice cream cone; it just needed the required atoms to produce whatever it was you created. Because the foods that people ate provided the nourishment they needed to build muscle mass and to create new cells for every part of the body, not all the atoms going into the body through the mouth came out the other end. Necessity demanded that a healthy food stock be provided at the outset of a mission. A well-balanced food stock could be recycled effectively and extend a month's supply of food into a thirty six month's supply.

While most people tried to overlook the source of the atoms used by the recycler, Samantha was fascinated by it. Who would ever have thought that a person's feces and urine could be broken down so completely as to be rebuilt into the most delicious foods you could find outside a fresh fruit and vegetable market on Earth? After all, one carbon atom was completely indistinguishable from another after all the chemical bonds had been severed. 

After re-sequencing, no one could tell that the food had not been grown fresh from the ground; the world's chefs had eaten their own share of crow after the very public taste test had been broadcast worldwide two years after its creation. None of them had been able to guess with any consistency which of the foods they had been given were the creation of the generator and which were from more conventional sources. The creators of the generator had stepped aside and said nothing when the lawsuits began pouring in from McDonalds and KFC, all of them targeting the chefs who had declared their products to be "Shit!" on worldwide television.

Samantha recorded her last data dump for the day and made her way to her sleeping quarters. Because she was alone and had disabled the video output from her communications array, she never wore clothes; she never saw any logical reason to. She went to the shower stall next to her bed and sealed herself in. There really was nothing like a zero gravity shower. She donned her swimming goggles, closed her eyes and simply floated as the hot water jetted at her from all angles. The cycle went from rinse to power wash to rinse yet again; Samantha often likened it to a car wash back on Earth. 

After the initial cycle was complete she switched the controls to continuous rinse then allowed herself to just relax as the water spray enveloped her. Her five foot five frame floated blissfully, her long auburn hair waving in the spray, her C-cup breasts tingling pleasantly. She repositioned herself so that one of the spray nozzles was pointed directly at her pubis and then switched the spray to pulse. She gasped slightly as the tiny packets of moisture struck her clitoris and then moaned as she increased the pressure. She knew from experience that she would cum within minutes and she bit her lip as the jets did their job. Her nipples puckered and hardened and her clitoris emerged from its hood, swollen and engorged, as the water jets battered its sensitive tip. After a few minutes, that old familiar feeling washed over her and she let out a long gasp as her orgasm took its course. 

She turned off the water and waited for a slow count of ten before unsealing the shower door; she did not want to repeat the mistake she had made the first time she'd used a zero gravity shower. It had taken her days to dry out her sleeping quarters after unsealing the shower door too quickly. 

She grabbed a towel and dried herself off and then spent the next few minutes massaging a moisturizing cream into her skin. As she rubbed the cream into her breasts and around her inner thighs she began to tingle once more. Letting herself float in the zero gravity, she plunged her fingers deeply into her vagina, stimulating herself once more as she drifted slowly across the room. With her other hand caressing her breasts she applied her fingers to her clitoris, teasing at it mercilessly as she drove herself desperately to orgasm. 

These days she marveled at just how much she masturbated since her arrival at Planet Ruins. Usually she attributed it to the fact that there wasn't another human being within several million parsecs, and that was why she needed the release. This she didn't wholly accept. There had been many nights back on Earth when she could have gone out and found a suitable partner for sex, but had chosen instead to stay home and masturbate herself, though she had never done so more than once every couple of months; since her arrival at this orbital station she had found herself masturbating at least a few times a day. It was sometimes hard to concentrate on her work, but she hadn't obtained two doctorates by not being able to exercise some self-control. Most of the time she was able to stop herself and get on with the job; though not always.

Relaxed and sated now, she pushed herself toward her bed and zipped herself into her sleeping bag for the night. As she drifted off she wondered to herself yet again what had prompted her to masturbate so often. It had never been part of her character before. And with those thoughts in her head she drifted off to sleep.

In the morning she made her way to the electronics lab, as she did first thing every morning, to check the instrumentation readouts. She paused and looked curiously at the sector sweep display, the instrument that had been set up to try to determine the source of the EM field. There was definitely something different about the data this morning. 

The apparatus had determined that one particular sector had shown readings at least twenty percent higher than all the other sectors swept so far. It was an area on the north-east wing of the ruins about one kilometer from the central structure. She studied it for a moment and then checked the values from the other sectors just to make sure she was on to something. Then she directed the sensor to sweep the area once more to double check the results. 

Each sector was one hundred square meters and the sensor had been designed to read all bands of the EM spectrum. Because the ruins were laid out on approximately ten square kilometers of ground, it had taken almost three months until it found this particular anomaly.

Knowing the sweep would take at least a half hour, Samantha went to the centrifugal gymnasium and began her daily workout. 

As the name implied, the centrifugal gymnasium rotated along the axis of the station to provide an artificial gravity within its confines. Inside there was a treadmill, weight station, rowing machine and gymnastics pads. The G-factor in the gymnasium was set at ¾ of a G, meaning that Samantha weighed three quarters of her usual one hundred and twenty pounds or ninety pounds. She went through her workout with her mind fixed on the sector sweep data. She wondered if she was finally going to uncover the mystery of Planet Ruins and smiled to herself in anticipation. 

After her workout she took a shower and only barely stopped herself from masturbating once more, so eager was she to see the results of the second sweep. 

After toweling off she went to the lab once more to read the results. She smiled to herself in quiet glee as she saw virtually the same results as the first sweep had found. She reset the sensor to continue sweeping, jumping to new sectors according to a predefined pattern and then went to the galley and ate some yogurt and toast for breakfast. 

She typed her findings into her laptop as she ate and then began planning her EVA. She would have to go to the surface to investigate the sector first hand. She would take some portable gear, basically smaller more sensitive versions of the sensor instrumentation on board the orbital station, and set them up where the on-board electronics had found the elevated EM levels. She would then feed their output to a communications array, which would transmit them to her on-board lab where the data could be analyzed by the computers. She smiled once more as she anticipated what she might find.

She felt a tingle of excitement and had absently begun teasing her vagina with one finger as she planned the EVA. Almost without being aware of it, her finger had traced a line along the inside of one of her pussy lips from bottom to top and then back down. She bit her lip and closed her eyes briefly as a small tremor spread outward from her vagina. 

Abandoning her laptop completely now, she put her hand over her pubis and massaged it, her palm pressing over her clitoris and her fingers clutching her pubic hair and stimulating her entrance. She sighed and used her free hand to pinch her nipple, rolling it rhythmically back and forth as she pushed one finger from her other hand inside her pussy. She pushed a second finger in and then began rocking her hips against her hand, pushing against herself as she dug yet a third finger inside her. 

She squeezed her breast gently and then moved her hand to the other one, softly tickling at her nipple and then taking it between her fingers. She sighed again and then squeezed her tit, holding it up to bring it to her lips. She reached out with her tongue and licked at her nipple and felt a shudder with the touch. She was rocking back and forth on her hand and her fingers were penetrating all the way inside her as she nibbled on her nipple. The feel of her teeth drove her over the edge and she came with a jolt that knocked her out of her chair and to the ceiling of the galley. 

She bounced harmlessly off the ceiling panel and then rebounded slowly to the floor as her orgasm swept over her. By the time she came to the floor she was not trembling so badly anymore and was able to right herself and then pushed her lithe body through the entranceway and toward her sleeping quarters. As she went she wondered to herself yet again why she craved masturbation so much these days. Without realizing it she was muttering to herself quietly, chastising herself for her apparent lack of self control. 

She went to her neatly packed footlocker and pulled out her jumpsuit. While being naked in the orbital station presented no problems, she couldn't go naked in her P-suit for the EVA. Wearing a P-suit was uncomfortable enough with all its controllers, probes and joints. Being naked underneath it would be more than aggravating and could end up leaving bruises and scratches behind. 

She pulled her skintight jumpsuit on and then went to the airlock connecting the shuttle to the orbital station. Before disengaging from the station she checked the P-suits strapped into their rack next to the airlock door; they were both fully charged with air and power, and so she pulled one down and climbed into it. "Climbed into it" really was the proper term. You didn't really wear a P-suit; you carried it on your back like a turtle carries its shell. 

She pushed herself toward the cockpit and strapped in. She disengaged the docking clamps and then used the maneuvering thrusters to gently shove the craft away from the station. She then guided the vessel toward the atmosphere and killed the thrusters; gravity would do all the work from here on in.

The velocity increased and the shuttle nosed up a little to ensure that all the re-entry heat would dissipate against the lower hull. After about ten minutes of skimming the atmosphere, the friction finally began to slow the shuttle. After another ten minutes the glider wings extended and she simply waited out the time it took to bleed off the excess speed she had built up on entering the atmosphere. It was likely she would orbit the planet about three or four times at slowly descending altitudes before the craft could be put into atmospheric flight mode.

The computer did all the work and so she had time to think. 

While she was excited about the impending discovery ahead of her, most of her thoughts centered on her recent obsession with masturbation; she just couldn't understand why she didn't seem to be able to get through a single day without bringing herself to orgasm at least once, and sometimes as much as three or four times a day. Not only that, but her self-induced orgasms seemed to be much more powerful than they had ever been before she came to this planet. 

She frowned and decided to look up some historical records. 

She called up the archives for the records of the archeological digs on Planet Ruins. She did a standard search for unusual events and found nothing. She pursed her lips and thought for a moment and then decided to look into the personal logs of the various researchers.

Scanning through them she didn't seem to be having any luck. She shook her head and began to dig deeper. She read the summaries from the personal journals of all the research directors and still had found nothing. She was about to give up when a curious entry dated about twelve years before her arrival caught her eye.

"Had to relieve Dr. Stevens of her position here today; her behavior in the recent past has left me no choice. Sad really; she is a gifted researcher but I cannot stand by as the discipline in this camp has deteriorated to a point where common decency is so blatantly disregarded."

Samantha executed a search on this Dr. Stevens. Soon she had it. She was an archeologist who had come here along with all the others to try to solve the mysteries of Planet Ruins. Like all the others, she had failed. Unlike most of the others, she had not stayed for the entire length of her contract. She had in fact left after being here for only five months despite the fact that her contract, like all the others, had been for twenty-four months.

Samantha called up a biographical page on Dr. Stevens and saw that they had much in common; she was thirty three upon her arrival here, Samantha was thirty two. Her picture showed an attractive woman despite the severe hair-do and horn-rimmed glasses.

"Do people still wear those?" Samantha asked herself.

Dr. Stevens' research prior to and even after her sojourn on Planet Ruins had been impeccable; even now she held a post at Stanford and had three books published. 

Samantha searched for Dr. Stevens' personal journal but found it had been deleted.

"Now that's odd," she said curiously.

After searching through every record that mentioned the good doctor, Samantha was still no further ahead in discovering what had led to her being dismissed and sent home after such a short period of time.

She decided to try a different tack. She executed a search on all those people who had left the planet prior to their contract expiring. She came up with one hundred and thirty four names. She studied the list for a moment and then narrowed her search to eliminate those who died before their contracts expired. She was now left with one hundred and one names. She thought for a moment and then eliminated those people who left because of emergencies back home. Her list now contained forty three names. Then she narrowed the search to exclude those people who had left because their funding had dried up. Now her list contained just twenty two names. 

Looking at them, she was surprised to see that sixteen of them were women, including Dr. Stevens. She called up biographical pages on each of them and saw that they were all between the ages of twenty seven and forty. She saw also that each of them had left within six months of their arrival.

She creased her brow for a moment and then did a much more general search. She searched the database for all women who had been doing research here and was shocked to see that, of the thousands of scientists and researchers who had come to this planet, only one hundred and twenty five of them had been women. She searched their ages and was further surprised to learn that, of all the women who had worked here, only the sixteen who had been sent home early were under the age of forty. All the others had been forty five or older. 

Going back to her list of sixteen women, she looked up their personal journals. Just like Dr. Stevens's had, all their journals had been deleted. She then looked up their supervisor's names and then called up their personal logs. Going through them, she found similar entries to the one regarding Dr. Stevens; all of them had been asked to leave for behavioral problems. Some of them were more diplomatic and some were more explicit, but all of them implied that these women had been less than discrete in their activities. 


Alien Desires Ch. 01



She looked up the six men on her list of twenty two and found that they too had been asked to leave for the same reasons. She found also that every one of them had been working with or billeted with the disgraced women. One of the official reports stated that a man named Randall Tate had been found in a compromising position with a female co-worker while on the dig. 

"Now that conjures up a mental image!" she muttered to herself.

While it didn't mention the woman's name, his termination date matched that of one of the women on her list of sixteen, the youngest one on the list, a twenty seven year old research assistant named Cynthia Reynolds, sent to help with the job of uncovering the ruins. 

As she finished reading the journals, she found that her shuttle was almost ready for atmospheric flight. The excess speed of re-entry had bled off and she could now navigate the craft without worrying about a sudden loss of control. 

Pledging to return to the mystery of the disgraced women after she returned to the orbital station, she began to concentrate on guiding her shuttle to the sector identified by the sensor sweep. She found it and entered the auto-landing code and then began preparing her checklist. 

After touchdown, she un-strapped herself and went to check on her equipment. Seeing that all was well she checked the atmospheric conditions and was gratified to learn that it was summer time and the temperature was a balmy thirty eight degrees Celsius with a relative humidity of six percent.

"The only thing missing from this desert is the Vegas Strip!" she said with a grin. 

She peeled off her P-suit and readied her gear for EVA. 

As she studied the sensitive electronics she needed, her mind began to wander. The entry in the personal log she had read began to echo in her head. "He was found on the dig site with a female co-worker by several witnesses in a compromising position. When the couple was told to cease their activities, they both responded by saying that the rest of the dig crew should join in!"

Samantha grinned to herself as she brought that mental image to her mind's eye once more; seeing the young research assistant, her hair loosened from its customary tight bun to flow freely over her naked shoulders, her slim body bent at the waist over a low stone wall and her naked buttocks raised behind her to allow the man unfettered access to her pussy. The man, his coveralls cast aside, standing there naked, his dick proudly erect as it plunged deeply into the young girl's entrance. The two of them fucking with no thought to prudence or decorum as their workmates looked on in shock. 

Samantha realized with a start that, when she had removed her P-suit, she had also removed her jumpsuit and was now naked. Without any knowledge of how she got there, she was crouched on her knees in front of the airlock with one hand buried in her pussy and the other hand pawing frantically at her breasts; pinching her nipple and caressing the soft flesh of her tit. 

Knowing she was close she gave up on any semblance of self-control and wailed as her orgasm hit her. Gasping hysterically, she found she was sweating and her legs were trembling with exertion, as if her orgasm had robbed her of all her energy. 

She pinched her nipple one more time and found it was almost painful, it was so sensitive. She gasped for breath and finally found enough energy to stand. With an effort she pulled on her jumpsuit once more and started to gather up the gear she would need. 

As she opened the shuttle door she wished she had actually put some panties on under her jumpsuit. She found that her pussy lips and clitoris were so sensitive she could hardly move without feeling friction from her suit. The stimulation from simply walking was driving her almost insane. With a muttered curse she dropped the gear at the base of the ramp and then unzipped the jumpsuit. She stepped out of it with a sigh of relief and tossed it through the shuttle door and then gathered up her scattered equipment.

"Get a grip Samantha!" she practically shouted. "Just get this job done and stop thinking about sex!"

She brought the sensor with its tripod and set it in place. She placed four more sensors, one at each point of the compass, and then consulted her laptop. She nodded to herself that all was in working order and then wiped the sweat from her brow and glanced at the clear blue sky.

She looked down at herself and realized too late that she should have worn some sun screen. Already she could see that her skin was reddened and she upbraided herself for not paying enough attention. It was a rookie mistake and she was by no means a rookie. She left the electric cart where it was and walked quickly toward the shuttle. 

She climbed the small ramp and sealed the door behind her and then crossed to the cockpit, muttering irritably to herself as she went. She entered the navigation code to re-acquire orbital status and then to rendezvous with the orbital station. She hit the enter key and let her head fall heavily against the high-backed chair. She heard an angry buzzing sound and then looked down at the panel. 

The flashing light on the dash was indicating to her politely that entering an orbital flight path while naked was not a sensible course of action. She closed her eyes and muttered even more loudly and then retrieved her jumpsuit and P-suit for the trip home. 

Immediately on pulling her jumpsuit into place, the fabric, though normally so forgiving with its elastic fibers, was rubbing furiously against her pussy lips and nipples, causing her to shudder in spite of herself. With a sigh she found some wipe cloths normally used for cleaning the display panel and shoved them into her suit, one to offer a barrier between her pussy and her suit and two more to protect her nipples from similar friction.

With the tingling sensations reduced now to a level where she could concentrate, she pulled her P-suit on and sealed her helmet onto her head. Once more she sat in the cockpit and strapped herself in. The display panel was still showing the earlier warning message and she hit the clear button and re-entered the navigation codes. After the on-board computer accepted her command she sat back, sighing heavily, and simply waited.

She opened her eyes when the shuttle lifted itself vertically to a height of about ten meters and then closed them again as the trip back to the station was finally underway.

As the shuttle gained altitude and speed, Samantha sat there replaying the episode in her head over and over. She had been getting her gear for the EVA ready by the airlock door and suddenly, without even being aware of how she came to that position, she was on her knees and masturbating furiously, needing desperately to orgasm as she had never needed to before. Even as she had set up the electronic equipment at the site she had been aware of every breeze, every speck of dust and every accidental brush against her naked skin. 

Each time she had grazed her leg against the tripod or felt her nipple poke against a piece of equipment she had wanted nothing more than to plunge her fingers deeply into her aching pussy and masturbate until she came again and again and again. It had only been an act of sheer willpower that had allowed her to complete the placing of the five sensors.

She realized suddenly that the urge to masturbate, so powerful only moments ago, had faded to a memory and she felt only fatigue now. 

She breathed in deeply and then sighed 

Looking out the shuttle bay windows she noted that the ruins were out of sight. Checking her GPS, she saw that they were over the horizon behind her and they would not appear on the horizon ahead of her for another two minutes. 

She sat back and closed her eyes once more, breathing deeply and evenly to try to relax. Suddenly a wave of desire swept over her. Her nipples puckered and hardened under her P-suit and her pussy began to glow with need. She gulped and blinked a couple of times and then took a deep breath. She looked out the bay windows and saw that the ruins had come into view, the ghostly red sandstone structures stretching out to take up almost her entire field of vision. 

She closed her eyes again and tried to empty her mind but found it virtually impossible.

Once more she found herself thinking about the couple from the incident report she had read. Once more she imagined them, naked and thrusting against each other in the early morning light, their skin wet from exertion, the sand clinging to their extremities. In her head she heard the young research assistant moaning loudly with desire, begging the man to fuck her harder. She needed cock like she had never needed it before. Samantha could almost feel the man's penis plunging into her, desperately lunging, striving to fill that need, her whimpered pleas echoing from the solid ruins around them. 

The man drove himself against her, his own need almost matching the insane desires of the assistant who had thrown herself at him with almost no provocation as the sun touched the horizon with dawn. He held her hips between his hands and marveled at the sight of his cock sinking repeatedly into her pussy, the lips pouting outward like the petals of some exotic flower to receive him. Her rounded bum was a treasure, its contours a vision of perfection in the half-light, her curves quivering with every thrust.

Suddenly she screamed and her pussy convulsed, gripping his cock with the strength of a vice. He groaned himself and only then realized they were being watched by almost a dozen co-workers. He spurted his cum into her, his hips held fast against her bum as he looked around in confusion at the people staring at them in shock. 

He convulsed three times as he shot his cum into her and then fell against her naked back completely spent. His fourth and final spurt drooled out of his cock and plopped into the sand at his feet as he groaned again.

He looked down at the girl in amazement as she reached between her spread legs to stroke his flaccid cock, trying to bring it back to life. Incredibly enough, it responded and he was once more getting hard, even as his cum was still drying against the skin of his member and his testicles. 

Once more he pushed inside her and she sighed in satisfaction, raising her bum and exposing her sex to him as she remained bent over the low wall. 

"Okay that's enough!" the senior dig supervisor declared as he strode purposefully towards them. "You've had your fun, now go back to your quarters and do that in private where it belongs!"

"This is not nearly enough," Cynthia, the research assistant said in a breathy whisper as she reached for his groin area. "Come on; let me see your cock! I want to suck it!"

The supervisor gulped and stared in wide eyed horror as Cynthia fondled his cock and balls through his cargo pants. He pulled back hastily but not before his cock had grown to full erection. 

"Oh, don't do that!" Cynthia said with a sigh. "I want to suck your cock. Let me see it!"

He scurried away up the hill and over the rise before she could say anymore but the rest of the group still stood around them, their eyes wide and their mouths hanging open in amazement.

"How about you Cutie!" Cynthia said, winking at one of the men in the circle, a balding archeologist about forty years old with a large gut hanging over his belted slacks. "Let me see your cock!"

Slowly the man unzipped his pants as if he were in a daze. His fully erect cock sprang out and he shuffled forward awkwardly. She smiled and reached for it and then sucked its entire length into her mouth. She wrapped one hand around the shaft and stroked it lovingly as she tongued the head. She alternately took it into the back of her throat and then licked and sucked on it like a lollipop. The archeologist groaned and closed his eyes.

Just then the man fucking Cynthia gasped and he was cumming inside her again. He thrust deeply into her and she whimpered around the cock in her mouth as she felt her own mini orgasm. 

As the man fell back, another of the men in the circle eagerly took his place. He shoved his cock into her and rode her fast and hard.

"Oh yeah Baby!" she cried, pulling the cock from her mouth momentarily. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Now all the men in the circle had gathered around her, some with their zippers down and some with their pants around their ankles. Cynthia reached for all the cocks around her, her face lit up like a child in a candy store. 

The archeologist started to cum and she swallowed his first spurt; the rest she allowed to squirt onto her face and naked breasts. Immediately she engulfed another cock into her mouth and reached for two more with her hands. The cock in her left hand suddenly erupted and she giggled with glee as the white fluid splattered over her hand and arm. 

One after the other the men came into her mouth, into her pussy or just on to her smooth skin, the droplets of cum oozing down her chin, over her breasts or on her bum.

By the time the dig supervisor returned with one of the site directors, Cynthia was lying naked and spent against the low wall and Randall Tate lying just as spent beside her. She was still covered with cum but all the men in the circle had dispersed and were trying to look busy at setting up their own dig tasks for the day.

"I can't tell you how disappointed I am in you two!" the director said sternly. "Go to your quarters and pack your things! You'll both be on the next transport home!"

"Sure thing Cutie!" Cynthia mumbled sleepily. "Do you want me to suck your cock before I go?"

The director rolled his eyes in disgust and turned to the dig supervisor.

"How am I going to write this one up?" he said to him. "That's what I'd like to know!"

Samantha opened her eyes with a start and looked around her in confusion.

She wasn't Cynthia and she was not on the planet surface and she had not just taken part in a gang-bang with a group of archeologists, all of them spurting their cum all over her naked body. 

She shook her head rapidly, no easy feat when wearing a P-suit, and tried to focus. She checked her GPS and saw that the ruins were far behind her and she would dock with the station in about three minutes. 

"Wow!" she said to herself. "What a vision that was!"



Alien Desires Ch. 02



*Note: Please read Alien Desires Ch. 01 before reading this story*

*

Samantha climbed out of her P-suit, muttering angrily, and then forced herself to place it in its rack carefully and properly, remembering to connect the recharge harness, which would refresh the suit's power and air supply. 

That done, she pushed herself toward the shuttle's airlock door, ensuring the green light over the doorway was lit. She stabbed at the open switch with her open palm and the door slid downward into the floor panels beneath her feet exposing a hatchway five feet wide by seven feet tall. She pushed herself through the hatch and flexed against the bulkhead with a practiced hand and then redirected her zero gravity trek through the corridor toward her sleeping quarters.

She was clearly angry but her annoyance had nothing to do with the trip to the planet surface; in fact the equipment she placed at the ruins was working just fine; the signal was being received loudly and clearly by her on-board computer and the data was even now being organized into analyzable chunks.

What had Samantha so angry was her own behavior. She was becoming increasingly perturbed at her apparent obsession with masturbation. In just three months, she had morphed from an ambitious, goal-oriented workaholic to a self-absorbed, hedonist with no thought to anything but fingering herself to climax. 

She shook her head sadly as she removed her jumpsuit, tossing the wipe cloths she had placed over her pussy and nipples into the recycler. She had put them there because she had found that the elastic fabric from her jumpsuit had caused friction against her bare skin and even walking on the planet's surface had driven her almost insane with desire as the sensitive skin of her vagina and nipples had reacted to even the tiniest stimuli. She had chosen instead to go naked, as she did most of the time aboard the station because it was more convenient.

However, what was more convenient aboard an orbital space station was not necessarily the best course of action on a desert-like planet where the sun beat down mercilessly during the daylight hours. She had developed severe sunburn during her brief stay on the surface and now, not only was her skin sensitive sexually; it was now on fire from exposure to the sun. Now every time her leg or torso brushed against her desk or a bulkhead, she either felt enormous desire or excruciating pain.

With another heavy sigh she pulled a tube of lotion from her footlocker and began rubbing it into her reddened skin. As she did so she stared straight ahead, neither thinking about the lotion in her hands nor where she was applying it. She needed it all over her body so it didn't matter which parts of her body she applied it to first.

Instead she was trying to puzzle out the mystery of the sixteen women and six men who had been forced to leave Planet Ruins. Each of them had been reprimanded and their official files stated they had been asked to leave for behavioral problems; which was a diplomatic way of saying they had been caught fucking, heedless of the fact they were out in a public place and that several people had been watching them as they did it.

The first woman she read about was Dr. Amanda Stevens. She had been sent home roughly twelve years before Samantha's arrival here. 

Amanda had been called into her director's office to discuss her lack of self-control on the dig-site. She had been seen practically naked by several dig team members with a young research assistant, a man named Gerald Forbes. According to witnesses she was giving oral sex to young Mr. Forbes and had then became quite angry with him for being unable to get it up again after he had spewed his cum into her open mouth. 

Gerald had looked around to see all the team members watching them, some of them with barely concealed jealousy, but most staring at them in awe and disgust. His penis had withered under their disapproving stares and Amanda had chastised him for not being able to perform. This of course brought tears to his eyes and any hope of his cock becoming revitalized had vanished. 

The other men on the dig had admonished her for being so unsympathetic to the young man; he was after all a virgin and had no experience with women prior to this.

"Well what better chance for him to get some then!" Amanda had declared, but Gerald had run back to his quarters by then and so had missed her parting jibe.

"How about you then?" Amanda had said to another of the men there, an overweight balding man with virtually no redeeming features to make up for his lack of personality.

"You've got a hard-on," she said with a grin. "I can see it bulging against your pants! Come on, whip it out, I want to see it! Maybe I could suck it for you."

The man gulped in shock and began to reach for his zipper but then looked at his workmates shyly.

"Don't do it Alex," one of the men said to him. "There's already going to be a report! You don't want your name on it too."

Amanda laughed and stripped off what remained of her clothes and threw them to the ground at her feet.

"Fine," she said with glee. "You guys can just watch while I get myself off! I can probably make myself cum better than any of you guys could anyway!"

With that she sat against one of the low sandstone walls and began stroking her pussy with both hands, raising her knees and parting her legs for the men crowding around her to see every move she made. 

She began slowly, smiling at each of the men in turn as she gently stimulated her pussy lips and clitoris. She pulled her lips open with two fingers and then touched her index finger to her opening, slowly rubbing it up and down from bottom to top. She sighed a bit and softly traced her fingertip from her anus to her clitoris, cooing to herself with pleasure.

"Oh that feels so good!" she breathed to the men, all of whom were watching her intently. 

Alex unzipped his pants and his erect cock popped out from its confines and Amanda smiled to him as she masturbated.

"Come here Alex," she said seductively. "Let me suck on that for you while you watch me cum."

Alex stepped forward awkwardly, his cock bobbing back and forth as he walked, until he was standing right before Amanda. She reached for his cock with her lips, her hands still playing with her pussy, and sucked its entire length into her mouth. Alex sighed and Amanda purred. She was tickling her clitoris with one hand and rhythmically shoving two fingers from her other hand into her opening. Her hips were rocking against her hands and she sighed again.

Alex put his hands on the sides of her head and began thrusting into her mouth, fucking her face slowly as he watched her in amazement.

Now two more men had exposed their cocks, stroking them with their hands as they gazed in wonder at the scene before them.

Being scientists and researchers, the men in this group were inexperienced and unskilled with women. Most of the women they encountered were of the professional type, the type that wore their clothing buttoned and fastened so that not a shred of bare skin more than necessary ever showed; the type that wore their hair in tight buns and who wore thick glasses that hid whatever beauty they might possess behind a mask of intellectualism. The type of woman Amanda Stevens had been upon her arrival here just five months before.

Here was the type of woman that most of them had seen in their pasts, her hair unbound and her naked body exposed to them as she played with herself; the type of woman that usually laughed at them or set them up for practical jokes. Now here was a woman they had thought forever out of their reach, willingly reaching for them, aching to touch them as much as they had ever ached to touch a woman just like her.

All at once they descended on her. She laughed gaily as they manhandled her to her knees and bent her over at the waist. They held her still as one of their mates shoved his cock into her from behind, although Amanda would have been happy to guide it into her for him. She giggled as each of their cocks became visible and groaned in appreciation as they all moved within reach. She laughed out loud and then screamed in pleasure as their cocks smeared their cum against her cheeks or poked against her bare tits. She took each one that came within her reach into her mouth, sucking on it and making love to it with her lips and tongue. She grunted in ecstasy as the man fucking her pounded into her and held himself still as his semen spewed inside her. Another man then pushed into her and she made a sound that was half way between a guttural laugh and a wail of pleasure. 

She looked up and smiled as she saw a video camera recording her with her numerous lovers. As the man fucking her mouth spurted his cum between her lips, she half opened her mouth to allow the white fluid to drool over her chin, smiling for the camera as her body rocked to the fucking motions from behind her.

The director paused the videotape with Amanda's cum-covered face mugging for the camera.

"Can you explain any of this Dr. Stevens?" he said testily.

She studied the monitor for a moment and then looked at him with smoldering eyes.

Yeah," she said, "I wasn't ready when he came so it kind of slipped out of my mouth."

The director closed his eyes in frustration and took a deep breath. He half sat on the edge of his desk, with one leg straightened beneath him to the floor.

He was athletic and trim despite his fifty-five years. His well coiffed hair was a respectable iron gray that highlighted his handsome face and dark eyes. He was a man who had gained his position half through talent and half through his lean good looks. Women were usually quite taken with him at their first meeting. Even men with no homosexual urges at all seemed to want to please Director Whyte. 

"You don't seem to appreciate what this whole episode means!" he said to Amanda, trying very hard to maintain his composure. "This could be the end of your career!"

"Oh I don't think so," she said dismissively. "In fact, returning to Earth with a videotape like that one might just make my career!"

"I don't understand." Director Whyte said.

Amanda smirked and strode up to stand directly in front of the director, her legs parted slightly and her pubis pressed solidly against his thigh.

"Have you published any books Director Whyte?" she asked. When he shook his head she smiled broadly. "I have two books published, both of them floating around out there somewhere, one a thesis on the pyramids at Giza and the other on the Mayan ruins scattered around South America. In fact I have a book deal in the works for the ruins on this planet as we speak."

"So what!" he said, "Lots of researchers have books out."

"True," she purred quietly as she began rubbing her pubis up and down against his thigh rhythmically, "but how many researchers with books published have scandalous sex-tapes posted on the world-wide-web? That tape you have there is going to give my publishers wet dreams from all the money they're going to make."

The director's mouth opened in shock and he stared at her in outrage even as she smiled upon feeling his stiffening cock beneath his trousers as she continued to press herself against it.

"You're not seriously thinking about releasing this tape are you?" he said.

"I already have," she said, sinking to her knees and fishing his hard-on out of his pants with one deft motion. "I e-mailed it to my publisher last night after I managed to... convince... Graham to give me a copy of it."

She took his cock into her mouth smoothly, licking and sucking at it, swirling her tongue over its head and then shoving it to the back of her throat.

"How... how did you...? Oh God! How did you convince Graham to give you a copy?" he said, grunting and rocking his hips as she mouthed his penis. "I gave him strict instructions not to do anything with it until... mm... until after I talked to you."

"How do you think?" she asked with a giggle.

She then got down to the business of sucking his cock with a vengeance. Between her head motions and sucking actions, the director shot his load into her mouth within a few minutes. Then Amanda stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and walked out of his office, her perfectly rounded bum swaying sensually under her skin-tight dress.

He sighed heavily as the door closed behind her and then stuffed his spent cock back into his pants. He sat at his desk to write about her dismissal in his personal journal, his limbs still shaking from the eye-crossing orgasm she'd just given him.

Samantha opened her eyes with a start. She looked around in a panic, not knowing where she was for a few seconds. As realization slowly resolved itself, she saw that she was floating about three feet off the floor in her sleeping quarters aboard the orbital station, the fingers of one hand buried to the knuckle in her pussy and her other hand kneading her left breast and pinching her aching nipple. 

Judging by the way her own limbs were shaking, she realized that she too had just had an earth-shattering orgasm; the evidence from her wet pussy still covering her hand all the way to her wrist and the sensitivity of her nipples attesting to the enormity of the climax she experienced.

She sighed heavily and decided that a shower would be best to calm her down. She shoved her lithe body slowly toward the stall and then sealed herself in. She donned her swimming goggles and selected the rain-style spray that would engulf her entire body in a gentle warm sprinkling of water.

Grimly determined not to masturbate now despite the first stirrings of desire she felt, she adjusted the water temperature to about ten degrees Celsius. She stoically endured the freezing water until she was sure her raging hormones had been quenched and then killed the shower with a stab of her hand against the control knob. 

She waited until the hissing of the vacuum system faded and then unsealed the door. She toweled herself off and then pulled her hair tightly into a bun and made her way to the electronics lab.

Firstly she verified that the new sensors she had installed were working and that the data stream was feeding her computer. Then she did a cursory examination of the readings, noting with satisfaction that the readings were definitely more elevated than at any other sector swept so far. 

That done, she started to try once more to puzzle out the mystery of the women who had been sent home from here all those years ago. Judging by the reports of their supervisors and the witness statements, she just knew there had to be a correlation between their behavior and her own obsession with masturbation.

She again called up the historical data she had been studying on board the shuttle in addition to the bio sheets for each person sent home; there were twenty-two people, including sixteen women and six men.

Out of curiosity, she did a random world-wide-web search for any scandalous sex tapes featuring Dr. Amanda Stevens. Within a few seconds, she found records from several lowbrow on-line magazines showing video captures of Amanda Stevens in various sexual positions with several men all grouped around her, their penises hard and peaking out from unzipped trousers or with the men simply naked from the waist down.

The captions under the photos were predictable and racy; they ranged from "This Doctor Does House Calls!" to "Archeologically Digging It!". There were more but the gist of each one was basically the same. 

Once more she called up Dr. Stevens' bio sheet but found no mention of the scandal, though the woman in the sex photos was clearly her. She looked through several layers of the sheet, a feature common to everyone's bio; anyone looking up the bio could go into more detail about any section of it simply by accessing deeper layers to the sheet.

After going through several sections of the sheet, she found one news story featuring the doctor after the release of her third book called -Planet Of Ruins-. 

"Dr. Stevens quipped to this reporter that 'the name of that place [Planet Ruins] fits exactly what it had done to the careers of those scientists who had gone there. Now their careers were in ruins'. I don't know about any of the other scientists, but this brazen vixen, scientist or not, has got a very special career ahead of her!"

Samantha frowned at the tabloid style reference to the doctor's looks and wondered just how much Amanda Stevens had changed since her arrival here twelve years ago. She saw also that she had gone on a huge spending spree upon her arrival back home, paying for everything in advance as the royalties from her two previous books suddenly inflated to a thousand times their previous take. Her third book was sold out three months in advance; everyone apparently wanted to read what the "brazen vixen" had to say about Planet Ruins.

On a whim she looked up her contact info and decided to place a call to Akron Ohio where Dr. Stevens now lived. 

She returned to her quarters and retrieved a pair of plain cotton panties and a white cotton bra and pulled them on. She pulled out a fresh jumpsuit and pulled that on and then pushed her way through the zero gravity to the main control room next to the electronics lab. She re-engaged the video output to the communications array and then checked to see what the local time was in Akron Ohio back on Earth.

"Hmm, 5:30 pm," she said quietly, "maybe too close to dinner time, but I can try."

She placed the call, which was passed through the ansible, the device that allowed real-time communications in spite of the massive distances involved, and waited as the patch at the far end was connected. 

"Yes?" Dr. Stevens said, her bright blue eyes staring coldly out of the monitor, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders, the horn rimmed glasses gone; she in fact looked stunning, nothing like the picture in her bio page. Although Dr. Stevens was forty-five years of age, Samantha would have sworn she was no older than thirty-five.

"Hello Dr. Stevens, my name is Dr. Samantha Morris." She said.

Amanda frowned and shook her head slightly.

"I'm sorry Doctor," she said, "but I don't know you."

"No I don't suppose you would," Samantha said, "but I could use your help on some research I'm doing here."

"And just where are you dear?" Amanda said patronizingly.

"I'm at Planet Ruins." She said.

"Oh you poor dear." Dr. Stevens said, a note of pity in her voice before the com-link was severed.

Samantha blinked in surprise and tried to re-establish the link. The display then told her that the link had been severed from the far end and she was now blocked from any further communications.

She sighed heavily and reread the bio sheet on Dr. Stevens and then closed the file.

She pursed her lips and found herself staring at the bio sheet for Cynthia Reynolds, the research assistant whom she had seen in her vision on the shuttle trip back to the station. She frowned and thought to herself.

"I guess I can't blame them if they don't want to talk about what happened here," she said to herself. "It is kind of embarrassing after all."

She checked Cynthia Reynolds' bio sheet for contact info and saw that she was currently employed at an institution she'd never heard of; a place in California. 

She placed the call and waited as the patch at the far end was connected. When the monitor lit up she saw a young man about twenty-five years of age wearing wire framed glasses.

"This is the Museum of Modern Oddities, how can I help you?" he said with a smile.

"Yes," Samantha said putting her best business-like face on, "I'm looking for Cynthia Reynolds."

The man blinked and glanced to the side for a half second and then smiled again.




Alien Desires Ch. 02



"One moment please," he said uneasily.

Samantha waited about twenty seconds, wondering why the receptionist had behaved so oddly, when the screen suddenly showed a pudgy middle-aged man with a bland expression topped by dark-framed glasses under his balding head. 

Samantha frowned as she realized the man looked familiar.

"I'm Dr. Bennett," the man said without smiling, "how can I help you?"

"Hello," Samantha said evenly, "I'm looking for Cynthia Reynolds. I was looking in her bio sheet and saw that she was listed as working at your museum."

The man studied her for a moment, cocking his head to one side as he did so, and then cleared his throat.

"Can I ask what this is about?" he said.

"Well, I'm doing some research," she said, "and I was hoping to ask Ms. Reynolds some questions to flesh out some of my findings."

"I'm sorry," the man said a little irritably, "but who are you and how could a cleaning lady possibly help you with your research?"

Samantha blinked in surprise and thought for a moment. She was clearly taken aback and wasn't sure how to continue.

"Did you say cleaning lady?" she asked Dr. Bennett.

"Yes, she's one of the cleaning staff and doesn't come on duty until after eleven o'clock tonight." He said severely. "And members of the cleaning staff are not allowed to take calls while they're working!"

"Yes," Samantha said slowly, "I understand."

"And just who are you?" the doctor said testily.

Samantha frowned and decided she didn't like being interrogated by some pinhead museum curator from several thousand parsecs away.

"My name is Dr. Morris," she said forcefully, "and my research is my business!"

Dr. Bennett did not seem to be impressed and he frowned in annoyance. As he did, Samantha suddenly realized where she recognized him from; he was the dig supervisor in her vision who had summoned the director after Cynthia had fondled his genitals through his pants. He had been the only member of the dig staff not to take part in the gang-bang at which Cynthia was the center of attention.

"I think this call is at an end." Dr. Bennett said.

"You were at Planet Ruins, weren't you." Samantha said, more as a statement than a question.

Dr. Bennett's eyes went wide with surprise and then he narrowed his eyes at her.

"How did you know that?" he snapped. "What have you heard?"

Samantha smirked and then looked him in the eye from several thousand parsecs away.

"Only that you ran away when a beautiful girl stuck her hand in your pants." She said.

She ended the transmission just as his mouth opened in shock and didn't give him a chance to respond.

While she was pretty satisfied that she had gotten her digs in at Dr. Bennett, she was still unsatisfied that she did not get to speak with Cynthia Reynolds. 

She sighed heavily and then re-read Cynthia's bio and finally found contact information for her that wasn't connected to the museum. She placed the new call and waited for it to be answered. When the link-up did connect, it was audio only and the voice on the other end sounded disoriented.

"Yes?" a woman's voice said.

"Hello," Samantha said, "I'm looking for Cynthia Reynolds."

There was a pause and then there were some thumps and the sound of someone giving a yelp of pain.

"This is Cynthia Reynolds," the voice said, "who is this?"

"Hello Ms. Reynolds, my name is Dr. Morris," she said, "I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions."

There was another pause and then the sound of someone clearing their throat.

"I don't know you," she said suspiciously, "what's this about?"

"I wanted to ask you about Planet Ruins."

Samantha heard the sound of the com-link being disconnected and she sighed heavily. She placed another call to the same number and it was answered only after several rings.

"I don't know who you are or what kind of sick joke you're playing but I'm not interested!" 

"Please don't hang up, I'm begging you! I'm here at Planet Ruins myself and I'm investigating some very odd EM readings!" she said quickly in the hope that Cynthia would give her a chance to explain. "I have a theory that these EM readings may be connected to what happened to you while you were here."

"What do you mean by that?" Cynthia asked suspiciously.

"Did you know that there were twenty-one other people who were asked to leave this place?" she asked.

"I didn't know that."

"All of them had been caught in... compromising situations, and then sent home." Samantha said with a note of triumph.

"You mean they were caught fucking." Cynthia said harshly.

"Well," Samantha said hesitantly, "yes I guess you could put it that way."

Cynthia snorted derisively. 

"You know," she said with disdain, "you brainiacs always sound so smug; you can't even speak the way normal people do. You couldn't say they were caught having sex! You have to say compromising situations, like if you don't use the word fuck, you can pretend you're superior to everyone else!"

Samantha's mouth fell open and she didn't know how to respond. The video monitor suddenly lit up to reveal a woman about the same age as her, but with some raw edges to her features that only hard times could produce.

Her hair was still long and dark brown but it no longer seemed to be so lush and full. Although her face was attractive, there were care lines surrounding her mouth and nose and hers were the hard eyes of someone who has seen too much pain.

"Do you know what I do for a living now?" she asked.

"Uh... Dr, Bennett told me you were on the cleaning staff at the museum he manages." Samantha said weakly.

Cynthia smirked and nodded slowly.

"Yes," she said sadly, "Dr. Bennett. I'm sure he had many things to say about me."

"Actually no," Samantha said. "He didn't want to talk about you at all. He only told me that you worked on the cleaning staff."

"Hmph!" Cynthia snorted. "That's not what he tells his drinking buddies, believe me! 

"Do you know why I'm working as a cleaning lady? Because my academic career came to an abrupt end after I went to that... that... hellhole! 

"When I returned to Earth I tried to get back into it, but Dr, Bennett had sent all of his friends back home some pictures of me from... that day. After they arrived here, it didn't take long before they were all over the web. After that, my career as a researcher was over! I couldn't even get a place in the lab at that freak show where I work now!

"They call it the museum of modern oddities; hah! It's just a bunch of wax dummies and fake artifacts they got after they bought out Ripley's Believe It Or Not!

"The only satisfaction I get out of working at that hole is that jerk-off Dr. Bennett can't get a real job anywhere else either; so he's trapped there as much as I am! Serves him right for what he did to me."

"You mean for reporting you to the director?" Samantha asked.

"Nah," Cynthia said, "that would have happened regardless of who turned me in. No, it's just that, well, I needed a job so badly!

"I went to that place to get work in the lab and Dr. Bennett was the supervisor. I almost laughed when I saw him, but I held it back; like I said, I really needed that job. 

"He knew it too. I could tell by the way he looked at me and I knew something was up."

Cynthia then told Samantha about how her career at the Museum of Modern Oddities began.

Dr. Bennett studied Cynthia Reynolds the way a cat studies a mouse. She was dressed very attractively; a neat dark blue suit jacket with a matching knee-length skirt. Her silk blouse was a pale yellow button down style with a tight collar that she had fastened right up to her neck. Because of the heat of the day her legs were bare and she wore open-toed dark blue sandals. 

Marvin Bennett remembered her well, although the last time he had seen her she had been bent over a red sandstone wall stark naked while that moron Randall Tate had been giving her his cock from behind. 

Marvin had previously enjoyed many fantasies starring Cynthia Reynolds; fantasies in which she had been doing almost precisely the same thing, except it had been Marvin banging her from behind, not Randall Tate.

As much as he had wanted to let her suck his cock as she offered to do, squeezing his cock sensuously through his pants as she said it, he had been too afraid and instead had summoned the director and reported the two of them for lewd behavior.

He kicked himself mentally for months afterward when he discovered that she had sucked and fucked every member of the dig team as soon as he had disappeared over the rise to fetch the director. He thought that would be his last chance to fuck a girl like Cynthia Reynolds, but now here she was, begging him for a job.

He curled his mouth up into a smirk and took a deep breath.

"So," he said with a predatory smile, "how have things been since you returned from off-world?"

Cynthia pasted a smile onto her face before she replied and tried to put as positive a spin on her life since her return.

"I've been looking into several different things," she said cheerily, "trying to decide what the best direction for me would be."

Marvin nodded and looked at her résumé once more, smiling to himself as he saw her naked body once more in his mind's eye.

"It says here," he said with a sneer, "that you haven't done anything of note since I sent you home from Planet Ruins."

Cynthia smiled ruefully and forced herself not to react to his jibe; she really needed this job.

"It's true," she said, "I need to get back on my feet. I need a position with an institution that will allow me to prove my qualifications are genuine. I was hoping that you could see past that... incident off-world." 

Marvin smiled broadly as he heard the in-road he'd been hoping for.

"You want me to give you a position?" he said.

Cynthia looked at him and nodded; knowing as she did so what might be coming.

Marvin stood up, lowered his fly and pulled his flaccid cock out, letting it dangle from his pants only a foot from Cynthia's face. 

Cynthia closed her eyes as she wrestled with her conscience. Although she knew where situations like this one usually led, she was desperate for a job and knew that he was the one who would be making the decision as to whether she got this one or not.

She opened her eyes and looked once more at his cock. It had grown a little bit and was standing up a little straighter. Suddenly she was overcome with a wave of desire that she had not experienced since she left Planet Ruins. 

She hadn't engaged in any sexual activity since her return and now that there was a live penis in front of her, she found herself becoming enormously excited, despite the fact that the man it belonged to not only was dislikeable, but was also short, fat and not good looking in any way that most people would define it.

Before she knew it she was reaching for it and stroking it gently. As she touched it her arousal grew and by the time it was fully hard she felt the moisture flowing from her vagina and her nipples puckering with desire. She took it between her lips and Marvin sighed placing his hands on the back of her head and curling his fingers into her long hair. She looked up at him with hunger in her eyes as she mouthed his cock head.

"So what do you say Dr. Bennett," she said seductively. "Do I get the... position?"

Marvin groaned and began rocking his hips, shoving his cock deeply into her mouth and mumbling incoherently to himself.

Cynthia giggled and undid his belt and pulled his pants to the floor. She reached for his testicles and massaged them sensually as she continued to suck and stroke his cock. Using her tongue and lips she pleasured every inch of his member, greedily licking at the droplets of pre-cum that appeared on his head. She stood up and guided Marvin back into his chair and then pulled her tailored skirt up around her waist to expose her blue satin panties. She pulled the gusset to one side and then squatted down on his lap and guided his cock inside her.

She put her lips on his chin and placed soft kisses all over his face as she started to fuck him. 

"Is there anything else you want Dr. Bennett?" she said coyly.

"Show me your tits!" he gasped as he watched her rocking against his cock, the indescribable pleasure he felt like nothing he had experienced before.

She undid one button at a time on her blouse to expose her blue satin bra with the release catch between her finely formed breasts. She opened the bra and smiled at him as she pulled the cups away until her hard nipples were showing.

"Would you like to suck my nipples Doctor?" she said.

Marvin's answer was to cup both her tits in his hands and bring his mouth to them hungrily. Not knowing which one he liked most he moved his head from side to side reveling in their feel and taste.

Cynthia was one of the most attractive women Marvin had ever seen in his life, and now that she was here fucking him he thought he just might have gone to heaven. He groaned and then stood up. 

He bent her over his desk, lifting her skirt with one hand and pulling her panties down to her knees with the other. When her pussy was revealed to him he drove his cock into her with fervor, shoving it as far into her as it would go.

Cynthia wailed in pleasure and screamed at him to fuck her harder. Marvin looked up to the ceiling in ecstasy as he felt his orgasm build and then he was cumming into her for all he was worth.

"Oh yeah Baby!" she moaned. "Give me your cum! I want to feel it! I want to feel you shoot inside me! I want to feel it drip down my legs, give it to me!"

Marvin grunted and shot the biggest load of semen he could ever remember. He then collapsed into his chair and Cynthia got on her knees in front of him. She cleaned his cock off with her mouth and, when he got hard again from her ministrations, she started sucking him off again. She stroked his cock furiously with one hand as she sucked on the head and within less than a minute he was shooting again. 

She smiled and gurgled happily as the semen drooled out of his aching cock. She licked it clean with her tongue, making sure not a drop of cum was left behind.

Marvin gasped and sank into his chair happily, grinning from ear to ear as she stood up and straightened her clothes out. 

He watched her as she did and waited until he could breathe properly before speaking.

"I'm going to give you a job on the night cleaning staff," he said between gasps of breath. "If that works out, I'll bring you into the lab on a probationary basis."

He leered at her as she looked at him in surprise and then went on.

"I'll be giving you an appraisal of your work every morning when I come in," he said as he placed his hand on her blouse over her tit. "I expect you to be a good girl for me for awhile."

"That was six months ago," Cynthia told Samantha through the monitor. "I've been fucking and sucking Marvin and his buddies almost every day since then."

Samantha opened her eyes and realized with horror that, not only had she found Cynthia's story arousing, but both of them were now naked and masturbating themselves in full view of each other. 

"Marvin Bennett is a fat ugly pig!" Cynthia declared as she plunged her fingers deeply into her soaked pussy. "But I can't seem to keep my hands off of his cock every time he pulls it out of his pants!"

"That is disgusting!" Samantha said as she fondled her tits with one hand and fingered her pussy with the other. "How is it that you can stand to take that bastard's cock into your pussy, much less your mouth?"

"That's nothing!" she said with a moan. "Almost every week he has a party at his house with all these homely nerds and I'm the entertainment. They whip their cocks out and suddenly I'm helpless! I just can't stop myself from taking every single one of them in my mouth; in my pussy... they end up cumming all over my body usually. They love it when I lick their cum off my own tits for them."

"Oh God I'm going to cum!" Samantha wailed.

"Me too!" Cynthia replied.

They stared each other in the eye as their orgasms swept over them. They quivered and trembled as they pawed at their own vaginas, both of them wishing they could lick each other as they hungrily gazed at their naked bodies.

"I have got to learn how to control myself!" Samantha exclaimed as she came down from her climax.

"Give it up!" Cynthia told her. "I've been a raging nymphomaniac since I came back from that place ten years ago. I'm okay if I don't see a cock, but as soon as a man, any man, pulls his cock out in front of me, I can't seem to control myself. I just want it inside me and I want his cum dripping all over me!"

"I have got to do something about this!" Samantha said. "I'm going to solve this riddle! Right after I watch you cum for me again!"



Alien Desires Ch. 03



*Note: Please read Alien Desires Ch. 01 and Ch. 02 before reading this story*

*

Since Cynthia's arrival on Samantha's orbital station, the work had either slowed to a crawl or had progressed in leaps and bounds, depending on how you looked at it.

Immediately after stowing her belongings in Samantha's quarters the both of them had shed their clothes and began licking and tonguing each other with reckless abandon. They had remained naked ever since. 

As they finished making each other cum for the third time that first day, Samantha insisted that they keep a log of their sexual adventures. It was necessary, she said, to document their lovemaking and to cross reference it against the EM readings emanating from the planet's surface. The amount of data they collected since then was immense, and some of it indicated a pattern related to the EM readings. In that respect, their work had indeed progressed in leaps and bounds.

However, because the two of them were naked all the time and had sex several times a day, any other work, such as monitoring the remote sensors on the planet surface, had slowed to a crawl.

The arrival of a supply ship two weeks after Cynthia's arrival had not convinced either of them to don their standard issue jump suits, much to the delight of the hauler's six-man crew. After off-loading their galley supplies, most of it in the form of raw atomic material that the recycler would use to fashion any number of meals and other necessities, they all enjoyed a zero gravity orgy that left all of the men sated and sore for days. 

After the men were unable to perform anymore, Samantha and Cynthia shrugged and turned to each other, licking and sucking the men's cum from every orifice imaginable and off of each other's skin, again, much to the delight of the men watching them. They retreated to their supply ship with promises to return as soon as they were back in this sector.

"Well," Samantha said with satisfaction, "we'll definitely have to enter this one into the log."

Cynthia nodded and stretched her lithe form luxuriously. At thirty-eight years of age, she was definitely beautiful. Her long brown reached past her shoulders almost as low as her nipples. Her nipples were bright red and about a half inch in diameter and topped her wonderfully shaped C-cup breasts. Samantha loved to watch her tits wobble as she moved around the station, shoving off of walls and bulkheads as was needed in a zero gravity environment.

Cynthia loved watching Samantha as well. At thirty-two, her athletic body with her well proportioned hips and magnificent tits, also a C-cup, was a vision of beauty. 

Small wonder that the crew of the supply ship had thought they were in heaven when they found these two stunning women naked and willing as they opened their hatch to allow entry to the station. The women had giggled and cooed as they watched the men load their supplies, fondling each other's nipples and pussies while the men looked on in awe. After the last cases were stowed the men had followed the giggling women to the sleeping quarters in the station. 

The six men watched uncertainly as the two women groped each other. Samantha smiled at them and spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy to them. She pushed one finger inside her opening to the first knuckle and rubbed it in a slow circular motion.

"Does anybody feel like fucking me?" she said playfully.

Cynthia shoved herself off the bulkhead behind her and drifted slowly to the group of men crowding the doorway.

"Don't be shy boys!" she declared. "We've been waiting for some cock to come our way for weeks!"

One of the men, the one closest to the two women, groaned and shoved himself into the air to meet Cynthia half way. He was short and had a large paunch which his jump suit did little to hide. Cynthia grinned as she unzipped his suit and laughed with glee as she tugged his T-shirt and boxer shorts off his body. She reached for his stubby little penis and stroked it lovingly as she wrapped her legs around him to pull his groin close. Within seconds he was hard and his five inch cock slipped easily into her pussy. 

Cynthia moaned and kissed him passionately like a long lost lover.

The second and third men, both of them slightly built and sporting thick glasses which did nothing to hide the acne that had rampaged across their faces, floated side by side to Samantha who greeted them with open arms and legs. She kissed one and then the other, her tongue dancing across their lips and into their mouths. She impatiently tugged at their jump suits until they both shrugged out of them along with their undershirts and shorts. 

Now there were three sets of clothes floating freely in the cabin, each article drifting this way and that. 

Samantha used both her hands to stroke their cocks to erection and then gulped one of them into her mouth with a throaty sigh. She guided the other cock into her pussy and then clamped her legs around the man to ensure his cock couldn't escape her wet tunnel.

The three remaining men watched the action in front of them in amazement and then glanced at each other. Almost as one, they removed their clothes and launched themselves toward the women servicing their crewmates. 

The fattest of them, an enormous man whose belly almost concealed his penis entirely, reached for Cynthia's tits and squeezed them as he guided his cock to her mouth. She grinned with pleasure and then opened her mouth to allow him to slide all the way to the back of her throat. She sucked him ferociously and the man groaned in response. She cupped his testicles and deep throated his cock, pushing the head into the back of her gullet and humming around his member as he thrust back and forth. Within a few strokes his cum began to flow and she took every drop into her mouth with a girlish giggle.

As the man collapsed against the bulkhead near the door, the other two men closed on Cynthia. The first man began pumping into her and moaning loudly and then he was cumming, his semen filling her pussy and then dripping down her thigh.

She kissed him deeply, the taste of the fat man's cum still on her tongue, and then turned to the two men approaching her. She reached for their cocks and then sucked each of them in turn into her mouth. They held her by the shoulders as she mouthed their cocks and then the fat man, recovered from his first orgasm, moved between her thighs and thrust his cock inside her.

The two men fucking Samantha groaned loudly and she cooed in response as they both started filling her with semen. They looked at each other with contentment as they drifted in different directions and then Samantha launched herself toward Cynthia. She moved her face within inches of Cynthia's pussy and began lapping at the fat man's balls and at Cynthia's clitoris with her tongue. One of the men Cynthia was sucking guided his cock to Samantha's pussy and Cynthia continued to stroke it gently as he entered Samantha. Within seconds both the men began to cum, one of them in Cynthia's mouth, the other in Samantha's already sopping wet vagina. 

As they went on, each man came into both women's pussies and mouths at least once and two of them had cum onto the women's tits. A zero gravity ejaculation can be hard to contain. Both women though handled it like pros. The semen shot out of each man's cock almost at the same time. The ladies positioned themselves in the path of the streams which moved almost in slow motion. The sperm hit their chests and the women giggled like schoolgirls as they rubbed it into the sensitive skin of their breasts.

After a couple of hours all of the men were spent and could do no more, although they videotaped the two women as they licked each other to two more orgasms.

Samantha pursed her lips and stared into space after she finished her log entry, thinking hard to ensure that every detail of their encounter with the supply ship's crew was recorded. She read it again and amended it as she went. After a few minutes she was satisfied that it was complete.

The next few weeks held nothing out of the ordinary. The two women made an effort to monitor the remote sensors more closely. This newfound devotion to duty was oftentimes pushed aside though whenever one or both of them felt the now familiar overwhelming desire that came when the ruins appeared on the planet's horizon. 

They realized they were becoming used to the sensation of losing themselves to erotic passion at the oddest of times. They would frequently come to their senses to find themselves wrapped in a passionate embrace, their chins smeared with the other's pussy juices and their vaginas dripping wet with longing. As always, they would document the incident and then go back to work as best they could.

In the fourth month after Cynthia's arrival and seven months after Samantha's arrival, a sudden chirping from the remote sensors on the planet surface summoned both the women to the electronics lab. 

As had become normal for the two of them, they were both aroused and had been licking each other's pussies when the claxon began to sound. So it was that they arrived in the lab with their nipples hard and distended on their breasts and their vaginas both wet and pulsing from their interrupted orgasm. 

Samantha leaned across the console and scrolled through the recent data stream studying it intensely. Cynthia probed Samantha's pussy with her fingers as she read and Samantha grinned over her shoulder. She went back to reading although she squirmed and wriggled her bum in response to Cynthia's hand motions.

"It looks like the sensors have found the source of the EM field," Samantha said. "There's some sort of power source buried about twenty feet beneath the surface close to where I planted those probes before your arrival here."

Cynthia leaned forward now to study the data and cocked her head to one side.

"What kind of power source?" she asked.

Samantha shook her head.

"The computer doesn't recognize the power signature." She said. "It's unlike anything it's seen or heard of before."

"Maybe it's worth a look." Cynthia said.

"Sure!" Samantha said and then laughed, "Provided we can keep our hands off each other while we dig."

"Unlikely!" Cynthia said as she pushed her fingers deeply into Samantha's pussy.

Samantha hummed in response and pushed back against the fingers penetrating her. She sighed as Cynthia tickled her insides, moving her fingers around and around. Samantha leaned forward as far as she could go and bit her lip as her orgasm hit her.

"You do realize I'm going to lick you silly all the way down to the surface don't you?" she said with a gasp.

"I sure hope so!" Cynthia replied.

The shuttle ride to the planet's surface was a lot more tame than either of the women would have liked. The ship absolutely refused to disengage from the docking clamps until both of them were wearing P-suits. They left their helmets off and Samantha managed to wriggle a finger around Cynthia's pussy while reaching down the front of her suit, so it wasn't a complete loss.

As soon as the small ship touched down they peeled their suits off and threw them to the deck panel and then dove for each other's pussies. While in a sixty-nine position, they tongued each other to two orgasms and were getting ready to start on number three when the claxon roused them from the floor.

"We're going to have to deal with that alarm," Samantha said. "It's not going to stop ringing until we reset the remote probe on the surface."

Cynthia sighed and stretched languorously.

"All right," she said with a smile. "It's about time we got back to work anyway."

They pulled picks and shovels from the storage locker and then Samantha pulled two light cotton overalls from the upper shelf.

"Take it from someone who knows!" she said, handing one pair to Cynthia. "You don't want to go out there naked! I did it the last time I was here when I planted those damned sensors and my body stung for a week. The sunburn I got was beyond painful!"

Cynthia frowned but took the jumper and pulled it over her naked body. It hung on her so loosely she looked like a little girl trying on her father's plus-size clothes. She laughed at the fit and then guffawed when Samantha's coverall fit as loosely as her own.

Shovels in hand, they went to the site where the sensors were planted. Samantha plugged her laptop into the master probe and superimposed the readings over an electronic map of the area. She studied it for a moment and then pointed to her right.

"That way," she said with her eyes glued to the screen. 

She typed a few commands and each of the three probes began to emit a red laser pointer. They followed the direction of the pointers and at a place about twenty feet from the sensor, the three laser pointers crossed each other.

They started to dig.

After a very long time they found a box. It was made of a gold colored metal and had molded glyphs on all four sides. The symbols were entirely unfamiliar. The box was about two feet by two feet and weighed virtually nothing. Neither of the girls had any difficulty lifting it out of the hole and they studied it curiously as they sat on the ground beside it.

The gold color was relieved by a darker gold outline around each of the alien glyphs, but there were no signs of aging or damage anywhere on it.

"Well what do you make of that!" Samantha said with awe.

Cynthia retrieved a hand-held sensor and waved it over the box. 

"Those EM readings are off the scale here," she said. 

Samantha established a wireless connection with the sensor in Cynthia's hand and downloaded the data. She closed the cover to the laptop and then stood up.

"Let's get this thing back to the station!" she said excitedly. "I want to run some tests!"

They left the digging gear where it lay and hurried to the shuttle. They dressed in their P-suits and lifted off, both of them too excited about their discovery to think about sex at all.

Once on the station, they isolated the box in an EM force field in the laboratory. As soon as that was done they both felt a change.

The super-excited state they had been in virtually non-stop since their arrival at this planet seemed to disappear. It didn't fade away or even wane; it was simply gone.

They looked at each other curiously. Out of habit, they had removed their clothes upon arrival at the station and so they were both nude. They studied each other's bodies, admiring the womanly curves and recognizing that both of them were attractive women with a great deal of sex appeal. Neither of them, however, had the slightest urge to engage in sex as they had done so many times in the recent past.

"Touch me," Samantha said.

"What?" 

"Touch me!" she repeated. "Touch my nipple! Squeeze my breast!"

Cynthia reached forward and hefted Samantha's tit. She squeezed it and teased the nipple and Samantha watched her dispassionately.

"Do it again!" Samantha said. "Touch my pussy."

Cynthia brushed her fingers across Samantha's mound, touching her lips and pushing one finger inside to the first knuckle.

Samantha smiled.

"I think we've found it!" she whispered.

She typed a command into the keypad on the isolation chamber, killing the power to the EM force field. Immediately, she clamped her thighs around Cynthia's hand which was still probing her pussy.

"Oh God!" she moaned. 

Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor and sat against the bulkhead quivering.

"Oh God, I just came so hard!" she said breathily.

Cynthia grinned and moved forward so her pussy was just inches away from Samantha's mouth.

"My turn!" she said with a giggle.

Samantha pushed herself forward and drove her tongue deeply into Cynthia's tunnel. Cynthia wailed and put her hands on Samantha's head. She pulled her into her and ground her pubis against Samantha's face and then she too collapsed to the floor.

"Wow!" Cynthia said. "It was even more intense after it was taken away and then turned back on!"

"Yeah, I noticed that too!" Samantha said.

Samantha entered a code on the keypad and suddenly the feelings of desire were gone once again.

They sat back and stared at each other, both of them looking thoughtful.

"What now?" Cynthia asked.

"I have a devilish plan forming," Samantha said. "Give me some time to work on it."

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Marvin Bennett walked briskly from his car toward the Museum of Modern Oddities. His face was flushed and his suit felt even more confining than usual. The sweat was pouring down his back and his shirt was soaked to the skin under his blazer. He muttered unhappily about the distance from his parking space to the comfort of the air conditioned building and looked up as he approached the door to see two women blocking his path.

He thought they looked familiar but his glasses were slightly fogged from the muggy heat. He stopped, glancing wistfully toward the door to the museum and then wiped the moisture from his glasses. He put them back on and looked at the women once more. 

His breath caught in his throat as he recognized Cynthia Reynolds, the brown-haired beauty he'd had the pleasure of fucking for several months after she came to work for him. He was even the envy of his friends because he held parties for several men where Cynthia would take on all comers and leave every guy in the place satisfied.

"Hello Marvin." She said with a smile.

"Cynthia!" he stammered. "Nice... nice to... see you," he said uncertainly as he studied her face.

Her smile was not the smile of someone anxious to renew a friendship; or whatever it was they once had. Her smile looked downright devious, and as someone who was good at being devious, he recognized the look on her face right away. He didn't like it when other people looked devious.

"Nice to see you too," she said, her smile never wavering.

Marvin eyed her suspiciously and then looked at the attractive blonde woman at her side. He wasn't sure but he thought she looked familiar.

"Marvin, this is my colleague Dr. Samantha Morris," she said. 

"Hello Dr. Bennett," Samantha said, extending her hand in greeting. "We spoke briefly on an uplink a while ago but I'm sure you don't remember me."

Marvin swallowed nervously. He did indeed remember his conversation with her several months before; about two days before Cynthia marched into his office and quit. Of course, she had pushed Marvin back into his chair before quitting and ran her hands over his pants, massaging his cock through the material until he was good and hard. Then she quit, leaving him hanging both in the antiquities lab and with his cock leaking into his underwear.

"What brings you here Cynthia?" he asked as his eyes darted from one woman to the other.

"We have a gift for you Marvin," Cynthia said with delight. "Something you're just not going to believe!"

"Yes it is terribly exciting!" Samantha said as they each grabbed an arm and ushered him into the coolness of the museum. "You're going to be amazed, I guarantee it!"

He allowed himself to be led inside and then they stopped and pointed at the oddest thing he'd ever seen. It was a box that seemed to be finished in gold filigree, though it was much darker and looked to be some sort of alloy of gold with copper or some other reddish material. There were designs in every side that seemed to be part of the molding and the designs had been outlined in a darker shade of the same metal.

Immediately the suspicious side of Dr. Bennett disappeared and the scholar took over. Although his failings included being a debaucher, a liar and a cheater, deep down, he was still a scholar.

"My God!" he muttered quietly. "What is this?"

Dr. Morris was practically sputtering with glee. 

"We found it on Planet Ruins!" she whispered in hushed tones. "We dug it up close to the ruins and it's sixteen thousand years old!"




Alien Desires Ch. 03



Marvin swallowed again, this time in amazement.

"Sixteen thousand?" he stammered. "Are you sure?"

"We used radiation half-life to measure it," she said, "because there's no carbon in it. Can you believe that! Not a single atom of carbon! Almost everything has carbon in it, even on Planet Ruins!"

Marvin fell to his knees on the floor beside the table the box was sitting on and stared at it with wide eyes.

"How can this be?" he said almost to himself. "There were hundreds of archaeologists there for almost fifty years! How could they have missed it?"

"Well they did!" Samantha said emphatically. "I have all the authentications and everything has been verified. This is the alien artifact that everyone was searching for!"

"This is amazing," he said. "Wow, I can't believe I'm seeing this. If I didn't..."

He stopped suddenly and then looked up at the women with suspicion in his eyes once again.

"All right," he said angrily. "What the hell is going on here?"

"What do you mean Marvin?" Cynthia said, trying, and failing, to act innocent.

"I know you have no reason to even like me," he said. "You sure as hell aren't bringing this thing here as a gesture of friendship."

The women looked at each other and then turned back toward Dr. Bennett.

"If you don't believe me," Samantha said, "why don't you bring this thing to your lab and run some tests."

Marvin gave her a distrustful look and frowned. He thought for a moment and then nodded.

"Fine!" he said. "If this thing is a fake, we'll find that out in no time at all."

Cynthia lifted the box off the table and started walking through the lobby.

"Through the back door and down the stairs, right Marvin?" she said as she walked.

Marvin and Samantha followed her and Cynthia led the way to the lab where she used to work. A couple of men were working in the lab and they looked surprised as she walked in. Of course they recognized her and two of them called out a greeting.

"I'll start the magnetic resonator while you prep the sample," Cynthia said.

"Oh no, you're not running the tests!" Marvin said. "I'll run them myself! David, come here and help me prep this sample for a full range of tests."

One of the men came to Marvin's side. They lifted the box onto a table encased in glass. Marvin went to a large cabinet style machine and began adjusting the settings. 

Both the men were so engrossed in their task that neither of them noticed Samantha pull a small keypad from her jacket pocket. She held it in her hand and Cynthia watched her anxiously. She watched as all the men in the lab moved to watch Dr. Bennett run his tests on the curious object. When they were all standing within a few feet of the table on which it sat, Samantha pushed a button on the keypad.

The men suddenly stopped what they were doing. Marvin was aware now that his cock was harder than it had ever been in his life. He looked down to see that he had already cum in his pants. He reached for the stain surrounding his zipper and was surprised when David, the lab tech, beat him to it. 

Almost before he knew what was happening, David had unzipped his pants and was reaching in to pull his cock out. He was surprised when David fell to his knees and took it into his mouth. He was even more surprised when he groaned out loud and put his hands on David's head, urging him to suck harder. 

He looked around and saw that all the men around him were in various states of undress, all of them reaching for each other and making mad, passionate love.

He was aware when he fell to the floor and took David's cock into his mouth. He was aware too that Cynthia had a video camera, capturing the all-male orgy in front of them on disc. 

The two women watched with interest as the men serviced each other. They stopped recording after thirty minutes; by then it was tiresome. They knew they had enough footage anyway.

They watched as two hours passed and finally the last of the men spewed their last orgasm. They were all spent and lay on the floor gasping for breath and moaning.

Samantha pushed the button on her keypad once more and Cynthia picked up the gold box on the table. They walked out of the building without a word and then went to their car.

"It's a good thing you managed to adjust that EM function," Cynthia said.

"Yeah, it took a little studying," she replied. "I can't wait to show this thing to those dig directors who sent all those women home in shame."

"Yeah," Cynthia said with a smile. "That's going to be fun! You can still reset it to the way it was can't you?"

"Yes," she said, "when we want to."

"Good!"