The reason the first alien species, Zooms, came to Earth, was not for purposes of destruction and annihilation, as many doomsday prophets had long predicted. It was not to find a new habitable planet, as many others suggested. It was not for scientific exploration, nor was it even flat out curiosity, as many optimists had opined over the years. The thing which brought this half-lizard, half-humanoid species halfway across the galaxy to make contact with intelligent life forms was, in fact, pussy. Sweet, delectable, honey-dripping human pussy.
The human female vagina, to be exact. The problem was this: Zorak, the legendary, universally respected leader of the Zooms, was at the pinnacle of his livelihood. As a healthy, successful Zooms who was effectively in charge of an entire system of planets, he naturally acquired a tremendous amount of poontang from the dawn of his sexual career. He received so much feminine attention, in fact, that now, despite abstaining for weeks and being of sound mind and body, he had come to the point where he was unable to reach orgasm.
This was a great affront to Zorak's sensibilities. He had long studied the human race, bore a connoisseur's, even an academic's interest in human female sexuality, and quickly ordered a ship to deliver him to their homeworld. This was just the excuse he needed to fuck some soft, moist Earth pussy - he must be able to orgasm again eventually, for he required children to assume his throne. Of course the massive lizard-humanoid did not think of it this way, he was far too polite and ingrained in the delicate cultural guidelines of his home planet to describe sex in that manner. Yet his obsession - part curiosity, part intellectual desire, part sexual demand - now had a valid reason to be sated.
Despite the tremendous disparity in appearance between humans and Zooms, the massive, part-amphibious aliens were not anatomically dissimilar, nor were they hypothetically incompatible. In fact, the greatest difference between the two species was likely the female reproductive organs of human women versus those of Zooms origin. Zooms female organs opened only for birthing, not reproduction. The organ, named the loomaleeloo, was well-oiled and slit-shaped, but not concave. Nothing entered, and only the baby exited. Zooms had no concept of penetration. Sex was a matter of friction, and tiny connections. Males would place their tender meatsticks, alternatively known as arkrakts, vertically against the female Zooms loomaleeloo, which, when stimulated, would extend tiny feelers to massage the arkrakt against the aroused, moistened, ultra-sensitive patch of flesh. Females also bore tiny suckers on the tips of their fingers which they placed between the male's legs during intercourse to attach to their four testicles. The pleasure females drew from this connection was not unlike what human women experienced when men, in the heat of passion, sucked on their nipples. The pleasure ran straight from the Zooms female's fingertips to her loomaleeloo at her core, like a string of electricity shooting through her veins. She would shiver in ecstasy, and the suction power of her fingertips would increase, much like the contracting vaginal muscles rewarding a man's penis. Arkrakt ejaculation involved hard, small, steel-like eggs being shot from the tip into a tiny, sucking hole on the Zooms female abdomen, located exactly where the human belly button would be (and greatly resembling a belly button).
The idea of penetration was thrilling and mysterious to Zorak. Zooms phalluses, especially that of the massive, nine foot four Zorak, being far too large for a female's mouth, had never experienced that enveloping embrace of moist warmth to which human males were so drugged and accustomed. Thus human pussy held great allure.
The woman chosen by the human world governments to sate the alien creature was a Russian woman who was an intern in the president's office. She was informed of all the details of the Zooms - which Zorak had freely provided - before her assignment. The woman, Sonya, was the best candidate which the world governments had quiet access to. They did not wish the general public to know the details of the true reasons for the Zooms visit, for both the purposes of Zorak's humility, and their own sensibility and potential implication as little more than interstellar pimps.
Sonya, however, was unquestionably beautiful and clearly the subject of the lust of any healthy man. She stood five feet ten inches tall, with a full, voluptuous figure that mirrored a cross between the Russian tennis great Maria Sharapova and the British model Keeley Hazell, both of whom Zorak was familiar with from his reconnaissance on human female sexuality. Her hair was cascading blonde, her skin pale and milky-spotless. Her rear end protruded profoundly from her sharply curving body. Her breasts busted against anything she wore, great soft orbs of nature which made anyone's mouth water with longing.
For her assignment she wore a stunning v-neck tank-top, which meant her breasts were everywhere. The slip was cut short and exposed her abdomen, and more importantly, her belly button, a great symbol of eroticism in Zooms culture. Her jean shorts were incredibly tight, and unbuttoned above the zipper. The milk flesh of her ass pressed full and fatty-muscular against the denim. Just the sight of her would be enough to give a healthy male a fully blooded erection of rock-like composition. Her whole aura oozed sex: here was a mammal built to breed the children of men.
When the drop-dead gorgeous Sonya entered the chambers of Zorak, the massive reptilian alien from across the universe was instantly aroused, and he felt a sincere gratitude towards his new human government friends for discovering such a gem. What drew him most of all though were not the things which the average teenage boy might see. Her breasts, while undoubtedly unparalleled in human ranks, would have only come in as slightly above average among the racks of Zooms females. Her legs were beautiful, but Zorak had seen longer, skinnier thighs (albeit green in color) of Zooms that were mouth salivating. The first thing which was extraordinary, however, were Sonya's eyes – delicate blue orbs of captivating sensitivity and deeply held submission – eyes which betrayed in their innocent flickering an absolute helplessness, a giving over to authority, which made Zorak's bathwater-temperature blood broil in his popping veins.
The second and by far largest contributor to Zorak's premature arousal was the sight of a belly-button, something of a cultural taboo in the Zooms solar system and roughly akin to a nipple slip on Earth. It would have been the same for a man if Keeley Hazell walked in the room and there were two carefully placed holes in her dress which revealed her nipples. Or the crest of her clitoris, for that matter. The Zooms female belly-button was, after all, where the male seed was deposited.
Male Zooms were large, beefy, muscular, fatty creatures, with an epidermis tinged green that was part-scaly and bore faint traces of mucus-like slime. Average height ran between nine and ten feet. Already naked when Sonya entered, his chest was massive, barrel-like, his beady red eyes moist with desire, his full belly fat taking up tremendous space, inhabiting the room all on its own. And his arkrakt, roughly the width of a large human calf muscle, and the length of a whole lower leg (about two feet), was standing at stiff attention.
The two major differences, besides width and length, between penises and arkrakts, was that the Zooms phallus was ribbed with long, thick stripes of flesh that, when aroused, puffed two inches out from the side of the organ in anticipation of stimulation a loomaleeloo's gentle feelers.
The other difference was that the arkrakt was a curving organ, gently sloping inwards and outwards at three points. This was so that it fit well, like a puzzle piece, against the loomaleeloo. For Sonya, it meant she swallowed even deeper in trepidation, and the look of helplessness on her pretty face intensified.
Sonya tried to maintain some semblance of her dignity, of her womanhood. She was a proud, intelligent girl, by human standards. She did not cower easily. But her effort was in vein. She quivered on her approach. Zorak reached down to stroke his arkrakt, which was faintly buzzing in anticipation. He grunted, beamed at her, said something in his alien language. The doors shut, the chamber was bathed in iridescent silence. Sonya tried to smile.
He brought her to him, without preamble, and began stroking her flesh. His massive paw-claws roughly explored her femininity in all its glory, his hands under her tight shirt and stroking her spine, pressing on her narrow ribcage, going down the back of her shorts and applying such pressure to her buttocks that the denim fabric of her jorts ripped in several places. He rubbed her belly, stopped and knelt by her belly button and sucked on it firmly with his mouth. The sensation was powerful – Sonya doubled over in extreme pleasure at the sensation, surprising herself. She was too scared to feel sensuality from her ass being squeezed, but this sucking seemed to pull at something deep within her that she'd never known even existed. It vaguely tickled, but the sensation was nearly orgasmic. She cried out softly and bent over onto the aliens back, heaving her breast on his shoulder.
Taking advantage of her sudden weakness, Zorak pushed her to her knees. Her clothing torn, heart beating frantically, gasping for air, she found herself nose-to-arkrakt, faced up close with the unthinkable organ. Zorak took her cold little hand and guided her in rubbing himself, eventually letting go once she had gotten the hang of it.
For anyone else in the galaxy, to make a being like Sonya double over in ecstasy would have been the grandest accomplishment, but Zorak's sexual prowess was unmatched, his domination unquestionable. Her conquering had been inevitable. It did not make his seed rise any quicker for her to be resistant to him – only submissive and helpless.
