Absolutely silly, free-use themed science fiction story. It could fit humor or sci-fi, I think. The sex is incredibly detached, but the world building might leave room for more. I actually have this epic, unfinished story about a race of aliens who have no concept of shame. No matter how much I keep going back to it, I just can't wrap that story up. So I threw this up as a shorty, and it's kind of a spin on that one. Perhaps the feedback here will motivate me to finish the much bigger adventure.
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Ever since I crash landed on Zeta-269, I felt like a total slut. Granted, it's better than being stranded on some desolate, barren planet with unlivable conditions -- or worse, a planet of beasts and monsters -- but the Zeta culture was becoming exhausting, and I've only been here six weeks. When my ship started giving me trouble, this planet was the only one that registered advanced, humanoid life in the vicinity. Unfortunately, "advanced" is being used loosely here. Zetans have made it to an industrial age, but they are far from the point of developing faster-than-light travel, like we on Earth did almost a hundred years ago. Frankly, I'm surprised Zetans made it this far, considering how they are.
My ship came down about 40 kilometers south of Prina, a fairly large city. I landed in a wooded area and made my way out onto what I would guess would be called a 'road,' something my great grandparents used to wax nostalgic about whenever I visited them. The first vehicle I saw traveling this road came to a screeching halt when the operator saw me. He jumped out his box-type vehicle and started yelling and jumping up and down excitedly. I have a translator, but it takes a couple days of immersion before it works effectively, so nothing he said made any sense. The translator has to process dialect, speech, patterns, and context before translations become accurate. After a few seconds of the Zetan's excited ramblings, he whipped out his cock and before I knew it, I was on my knees sucking him off. What else could I do? I was upset the first Zetan I crossed was some sick pervert, but I was alone and apprehensive. I had no choice but to comply.
Surprisingly, the anatomy of a Zetan is almost exactly that of a human. The biggest difference of note is they're all olive skinned, no matter what part of the planet they reside on. They are also very attractive by conventional Earth standards. The females especially. Imagine a tall, voluptuous Swedish model, but with the beautiful, smooth skin tone of a young, Indian women. They're all like that! I'm just a pale, short redhead, often referred to by my friends and family as 'cute' and 'energetic,' but after being on this foreign world for a few days, I realized my foreign aesthetics drew extra attention my way. The Zetan men all wanted to know if my pussy felt different from the ones of their species.
I think I have been fucked more in the past six weeks than I have in all my years of adulthood combined, prior to the crash. Granted, I'm only 32, but I never had problems finding hook-ups and boyfriends. Not to mention, my husband back home. The first few days were hell while I got acquainted with the alien society. The Zetan who had fucked me in the face on arrival insisted on getting me into his vehicle and driving me to Prina (of course, I didn't know the name of the city at the time). I was scared he might be trying to kidnap me, but instead, he took me to a government building of sorts and introduced me to four other Zetan men before leaving. I'm just going to call these Zetans 'men' and 'women' for brevity's sake. They look close enough in composition to pass for humans.
Anyway, I never got the name of the man I "met" when I crashed. He left after introducing me to the local government officials, and all four of these men insisted I suck them off, too. I didn't need a working translator to figure that out. Feeling like I must be the unluckiest woman in existence - introduced to an entire race of violent, exploitive men - it was later I understood that this act is essentially their way of saying hello. That's right, the Zetan women commonly suck off men they meet, as a form of introduction.
I've learned lots of things about Zetan culture since that first day crashing here. Like, for instance, soon after birth, infants are sent off to 'wards' where they will grow and receive a complete education. They reach adulthood in what would be considered about eight earth years. Surprisingly, Zetans also live longer. They don't even show effects of aging until they are well into their 50s and most retire in the country of Bilva after age 70. It's located in the southern hemisphere. The average lifespan of a Zetan is about ten earth years longer than ours, and yet their medicine isn't nearly as advanced. What's most shocking is the planet isn't overpopulated. As much as these people fuck, one would think it would be inevitable.
Sex is not, in any fashion, considered taboo here. NOT having sex... now, that would be taboo. Zetans would think you're outright weird, even rude, if you declined a sexual advancement or interaction. As I already mentioned, blowjobs are essentially handshakes when opposite genders meet. I mean, it doesn't happen if a Zetan is working behind the cash register at the corner store (well, it usually doesn't happen in those cases), but most meet and greets start with blowjobs.
And as for the rest? If someone asks for sex, or rubs their cock against you, or bends you over -- whatever -- it's just expected that you will comply. Maybe this behavior is partly the result of the fact that sexually transmitted diseases do not exist here. When I first asked about such things, the Zetans couldn't even comprehend what I meant -- and that was with the translator working perfectly, by that point. There is never a worry about STDs. Even my alien ass feels safe mixing bodily fluids with them.
The truth is, Zetans are really good in bed. Hmm, I don't actually know that, as most of the time I get fucked on the floor, or a table, a couch, a desk, whatever. But rarely in a bed. The point is, they are all very good with sex. Probably because they're fucking all the time. If I had to guess, the average Zetan fucks three to four times a day. Weekends, much more than that. I should mention they have three-day weekends. Oh, and there are only six days in a week here. With all this fucking going on, you can probably understand why it took so long to get back to my ship, to try getting my comm system powered up.
The interstellar signal would take four or five minutes to reach Earth, but once it hits the receiving end, it essentially works as a video teleporter. You can talk live with anyone else in the galaxy, no matter how many light years away they are. Also, though we call our form of interstellar travel 'FTL', it isn't really faster-than-light travel at all. It's 'further'-than-light, meaning one can teleport from one speck of space to another, faster than light could reach it in a year. To go greater distances, FTL travel is simply a series of these teleporting hops. As such, there is no distortion of time, like you would get if you were actually zipping across space at faster than light speeds. Unfortunately, you can't teleport mass like you can a digital signal, or otherwise I would just teleport home. With my ship busted, I needed someone to come pick me up.
My Zetan liaison, Burttle, and his assistant, Jyrex, were helping me with the communicator by hooking up some primitive batteries to the starter node. Surprisingly, we fired up the system within a couple hours. It probably would have gone even faster if Jyrex hadn't stopped to fuck me in the ass about halfway into it. I could still feel his cum seeping out when I got the system up. "Okay, Burttle. It's going to take a few minutes for the signal to reach home, but my husband should pick up." Zetans still struggled with the idea that my people engage in marriage rituals. Spouses and partners just aren't a thing here on Zeta-269.
Burttle unzipped his pants and spoke. "I can't wait to meet this 'husband' of yours. Fascinating. And you say we will be able to see his face?" Burttle was constantly surprised by my advanced, alien technology.
I hiked my skirt up and spread for him. Burttle has a pretty big cock and it curves upwards, so fucking him face to face is rather easy. I kind of hoped he would be done before Peter picked up my call, though. I held up my palm video screen away from the action, just in case. Suddenly, Pete's face popped onto the screen, much more quickly than I had expected. It appeared he was at home, in our office. "Honey!! Ariel! Where have you been? We've been so worried!"
"I'm sorry, Pete," I said, keeping the video zoomed close up to me talking. "I crash landed on a planet called Zeta-269 in the Alterian Galaxy. I need someone to come pick me up."
"Oh, no, are you alright? Why did it take so long for you to call?"
"The crash cut power everywhere. Fortunately, with the help of some locals, I was able to get the comms up."
