Belinda climbed into bed, full from consuming the fresh man-juice. But something was wrong. She couldn’t stop thinking about the human’s penis. She desperately wanted to play with it some more, to squeeze it, to pull on it, to put it in her mouth, and she couldn’t understand why.
The next day in school, she had trouble paying attention in class. All she could do was daydream about the man’s fascinating third leg, the way it would swell up, getting so hot and hard.
That night, long after her mother had brought Belinda her cup of semen up from the basement as usual, Belinda stood at the doorway again, debating what she should do. She decided to go down and talk to the human again. She needed to discover what was missing in her life, and perhaps, for that matter, what was missing in the lives of everyone else on her planet.
She climbed down the stairs and found the man sleeping again. His penis was already hard this time. She admired it for a few minutes as he continued to sleep peacefully. Then, she lifted it a few inches off his abdomen and let it fall back down with a pleasant thump. She giggled at the sound, causing the human to wake up finally.
“Oh, hi Belinda,” he said smiling. “I wasn’t sure you’d be visiting me tonight.” Belinda smiled shyly.
“I wanted to ask you a question,” she said.
“Ask away,” he replied.
“Well,” she explained, “Last night I drank your penis-milk, and it was very good and all, but, when I was back in my room, I felt empty somehow, like I wanted more.”
“Oh. Should I make some for you right now?” he asked, taking his penis in his hand. Belinda stared at this gesture, but then said,
“No, it’s not that. I mean that I wanted to feel something. It’s hard to explain. I guess maybe I wanted to put your penis all the way into my mouth, only, not quite.” The human thought for a few seconds.
“Hmmm. Well, when was your last orgasm, if I may ask?” Belinda gave him a puzzled look. “You know,” he explained, “When was the last time you felt a burst of sensation after touching yourself?” He pointed to her vagina when he said this. She followed where his finger was pointing and looked down at her crotch.
“Oh this?” she said, rubbing her slit with her palm. “I don’t use this for anything. I don’t think anyone does. It’s just a feature that our race has.” The man stared at her in disbelief.
“Oh my God,” he said to himself, with an excited laugh, “They don’t use it for anything. Unbelievable.”